The Dying Boy.

CLERGYMAN had for some weeks seen a little ragged boy come every Sabbath, and place himself in the centre of the aisle, directly before the pulpit, where he

seemed very attentive to the service, and as if eating up his words. He was desirous of knowing who the child was; but he never could see him, as he vanished the moment service was over, and no one knew whence he came, or anything about him. At length the boy was missed from his usual place in the church. At this time a man called on the minister, and told him that a person, very ill, was desirous of seeing him, but added, "I am ashamed to ask you to go so far; yet it is a child of mine, and he refuses to have any one but you. He is altogether an extraordinary boy, and talks a great deal about things that I do not understand."

The clergyman went. The rain poured down in torrents; and he had six miles of rugged moun

tain roads to pass. On arriving where he was directed, he found a wretched cabin; and the man he had seen in the morning was waiting at the door. He was shown in, and found the inside of the hovel as miserable as the outside. In a corner, on a little straw, he beheld a poor creature, stretched out, whom he recognized as the little boy who had so regularly attended his church! As he approached the bed, the child raised himself up, and, stretching forth his arms, said, "His own right hand hath gotten Him the victory!" and immediately expired.

The Meeting Place.

"And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads."

HERE the faded flower shall freshen

Freshen, never more to fade;

Where the shaded sky shall brighten-
Brighten, never more to shade:
Where the sunblaze never scorches;
Where the starbeams cease to chill;

Where no tempest stirs the echoes-
Of the wood, the wave, the hill;
Where the morn shall wake in gladness,
And the noon the joy prolong;
Where the daylight dies in fragrance
'Mid the burst of holy song;-
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest.

Where no shadow shall bewilder;
Where life's vain parade is o'er;

Where the sleep of sin is broken,
And the dreamer dreams no more;
Where the bond is never severed,

Partings, claspings, sob, and moan,
Midnight waking, twilight weeping,
Heavy noontide, all are done;
Where the child hath found its mother,
Where the mother finds her child;
Where dear families are gather'd
That were scatter'd on the wild;-
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest.

Where the hidden wound is healed;
Where the blighted life reblooms;
Where the smitten heart the freshness
Of its buoyant youth resumes;
Where the love that here we lavish
On the withering leaves of time,
Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on,
In an ever spring-bright clime;
Where we find the joy of loving
As we never loved before;
Loving on, unchilled, unhindered,—-
Loving once, and evermore ;-
Brother, we shall meet and rest

'Mid the holy and the blest.

Where a blasted world shall brighten
Underneath a purer sphere,

And a softer, gentler sunshine

Shed its healing splendor here: Where earth's barren vales shall blossom, Putting on their robe of green, And a purer, fairer Eden

Be where only wastes have been; Where a King in kingly glory,

Such as earth has never known, Shall assume the righteous sceptre, Claim and wear the holy crown ;Brother, we shall meet and rest 'Mid the holy and the blest.