of sense. Love for Christ has expelled the love of sin, and the indwelling presence of the Holy Ghost is his tower of strength. Christian reader, are you spiritually minded? Do you comprehend the workings of the spiritual life? Is Christ in you as a well of water? Do you worship God with a spiritual worship? If so, sacredly guard the growth of the spiritual principle within you. Beware of the early symptoms of declining vigour in your spiritual affections, and check the feeblest tendencies toward the low and sensual. Thus will your life be hid with Christ in God, and your end eternal life. But if not,-if the carnal is strong and the spiritual weak,-rouse yourself to honest endeavour after the true life. Your first duty is to humble yourself before God; your second, to ask faith for pardon and for power. Then, in steadfast looking to Christ, and patient waiting for divine manifestations, go forward from grace to grace, until, in the pure depths of your renovated soul, you mirror the life and peace which is the sequence of a spiritually-minded state. "Fare-ye-well, dreams of night, Mine is a dawning bright, All that my soul has tried HIS SERVANTS SHALL SERVE HIM. We seek that land whose light, e'en now, Though dimm'd and far, is all our gladness; Whose hope, in storms, is God's own brow; Whose peace, the rest from care and woe; Whose love, our joy in sadness. There day and night Thy happy saints, The service here we strive to pay, By weakness marr'd, by darkness clouded; Strong in Thy strength, bright with Thy day, We there shall offer perfectly, In light and love unshrouded. Our hearts, whose love has taught them this, The songs, here drowned in the moan And for our feet, to earth which cling, So let us strive, with earnest soul, Thy work to do, though small the measure, Knowing it part of one great whole, All tending to our highest goal, Thy perfect will and pleasure. L. R. CHAPTER XI. The Ideal of a Christian Mind a Sublime Reality. "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." 66 Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven." IFE is thought," says Coleridge. in the facts of the present moment, but in an ideal future. The heaven of man is not here, in the present, but THERE— somewhere in that ideal world painted in his thoughts with pencils dipped in the brilliant hues of the rainbow. sings, Hence, as another poet "Man never is, but always to be blest." This is true, to some extent, both of worldlings and of Christians. True, the spiritual mind does live more in the present than is possible to a sensuous one; but there is so much of trial, temptation, and toil mixed with its joys, that it sighs for its future, and derives much of its pleasure from those visions of unmolested repose in heaven which are inspired by the voices of hope. Its chosen treasures are there, and it sighs to gain access to them. It has therefore its ideal world, as well as the unbelieving one. But here the parallel ceases. Henceforth its lines diverge in opposite directions. There is no comparison to be drawn between the two ideals of these two classes of minds. They are contrasts in the most absolute sense. What is the ideal of a worldly mind? It is a fiction, a spectre, an impalpable nothing. It is like the image which is reflected by the woodman's form on the mountain mist, so beautifully described by Coleridge "As when The woodman, winding westward up the glen An image with a glory round its head; The ideal future of the unchristian mind is |