make her fearful and faint-hearted; her zeal did not render her forward and talkative. She was too modest and diffident by nature, and grace had made her too self-distrustful, to obtrude her feelings and opinions at all times, and in all companies; but, as opportunity presented, out of the abundance of her full heart her lips would speak. A few years since, two ladies, in canvassing a district for the Bible Society, chanced to knock at the door of an infidel. They made the usual inquiry, whether he "had a Bible?" "No," replied the man, "I do not want the Bible: I do not believe in it." His visitors expressed their surprise and regret, and asked the reason of his incredulity. "Because," he said, "I see none of the effects of which you tell me. You professing Christians are no better than others. You spend your money in dress and self-indulgence your time in shopping, or visiting, or pleasure-taking. You have your evening-parties, to talk slander, and sing songs, and eat what would buy many dinners for the poor. If I could see in your daily lives the evidence of that Divine influence of which you talk so much, then I could believe in it." Is not this the unexpressed feeling of thousands of unbelievers ? Oh that young Christians would aim at a higher standard of piety, and, no longer content with imitating one another, would set immediately before them the example and injunctions of their Lord and Master! It was thus that she acted, to whom these pages refer. Ever struggling on, ever pressing after-dissatisfied with her estimate of her own progress, yet never relaxing in her pursuit, and aiming at nothing less than entire conformity to the mind and will of Jesus. Were all young professing Christians equally exemplary at home, and, like her, missionaries in their respective circles, the world would not find it so hard to acknowledge the beauty and divinity of the precepts by which they profess to be actuated. VI. A Home Mission. "Depuis long-temps je marche solitaire, Mais il n'est pas complet pour ton enfant, "Mais si pour moi je n'ai plus rien à craindre, Que les rayons du soleil de justice Ecris, Seigneur, tous leurs noms dans les cieux, CHANTS CHRÉTIENS. ALMOST Simultaneous with Eliza's concern about her own soul was her intense desire for the salvation of others. But for those nearest and dearest to her, her distress was at times overwhelming. She frequently told her aunt, that after retiring at night, she could not sleep for hours from anxiety about them, and often were those hours spent in prayer, on behalf of those dear relatives. The It might be, perhaps, a year after her own conversion, that a friend, who had been with her to the day-school, noticed her extreme pensiveness. As they walked up the hill, an inquiry was made as to the cause of her dejection. only reply was a flood of tears. She was led into her friend's house, and detained to tea, and it was at length drawn from her, that her mind was weighed down with anxiety respecting her family generally, and her parents in particular. "I cannot endure the thought," she said, “that they are still far from Christ. Yet how can I |