Year: 1864

Shortly befofe the departure of the lamented Heber from India, he preached sermon which contained this beautiful illustration

 | Life bears us on like stream of mighty river. Our boat at first glides down the nar- now channel, through the playful murmurings of the little brook and the winding of it's grassy ! borders. The frees shed their blossoms over our young Leads. the flowers on the brink seem to offer themselves to the young hands we are happy in hope, and we grasp eagerly at the beauty around us, but the stream hurries us on, and still our hands are empty. Our course in youth and manhood is along deeper and wilder flood, amid objects more striking and magnificent. We are animated at the moving pictures and enj .yments and industry passing us we are excited at some short lived l disappointment The stream bears us on, and out Joys and griefs are alike left behind us We may be shipwrecked, but we cannot be delayed; whether rough or smooth the river hastens to it's home, till the roar of ocean is in our ears, and the tossing of the waves is beneath our feet, and the land lessens from our eyes, and the floods are lifted up around us, and we take our leave of earth and it's inhabitants. un. til ot future voyage there is no witness save the infinite and eternal"

 The following gem we take from the Cincin- nati Enquirer. None but father could have penned it:

 HE DEATH OF CHILDREN.-Those who have never lost child are unable to understand how great void the death of one little enc can make. There is, we think, nothing on earth that can cast so long, and so wide and black shadow asa small coffin.

 It is emphatically the shadow of death tba, n ra e If oil faut's tomb. it sometimes is capacious enough to hold the brightest hopes and dearest joy of whole family circle. The little child is oft en the bright focus where alll the rays of gladness in household centre, and from which they are reflected again over many hearts and when this central light is eclips- ed, great darkness falls over all.

 How many there must be in Heaven gath eaed up from all climes, even from heather shores, who have died so young as to retain no memory of earth, and to whom the world of glory seems as their n tive land whose souls were washed and regenerated so early that no stain of this world was ever visible there.

 Whatever wound of sin there may have been has healed without scar their every thought has been moulded by the scenery and society of Heaven, and they stand continus lily before the Father In how large sense may we say -" Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.''

 PRESS ON Ia brief speech but full of in spiration, and opening the way to all victory. The mystery of Napoleon's career was this = Under all difficulties to "press ou!" It solves the problem of all heroes; it is the rule by which to weigh rightly all wonderful successes and triumphal marches to fortune and genins. It should be the motto of all, old and young, high and low, fortunate and unfortunate so called Press on Never despair, never be discouraged, however great the difficulties and repeated the failures-press on. If fortune has played false with thee to-day, do thou play true to thyelf tomorrow. If thy riches have taken wings and left thee, do not weep thy life away, but be up and doing, and cover and re- trieve thy loss by new energies and action. If an unfortunate bargain has deranged thy bu- siness, do not fold thy arms and give up all as lost, but stir myself and work the more viz orously. If those whom thou hast trusted have betrayed thee, do not be discouraged, do not idly weep, but press on; fud others or, what is better, learn to live within thyself Let thy foolishness of yesterday make thee wise to- day. If thy affections have been poured out like water in the desert, do not sit down and perish of thirst, but press on beautifulloasis is before thee, and thou mayst reach it if thou wilt. II another has been false to thee, do not increase the evil by being false to myself. Do not say the world has lost it's poetry and beauty 1t is not SO, and even if it be so, make thine own poetry and beauty, by a brave, a true and cheerful life.