sired that each of her scholars should be converted to God. Therefore it was her habit to pray specifically for each scholar, and then to visit each one in her home, for the purposé of special religious conversation. She laboured to save, not her class, but the particular souls in her class. It is worth repeating, that this humble, faithful teacher, had reason to believe that each of her scholars had become a true Christian." In a similar way might every professing Christian do something for the Lord and for souls. Dear reader, might not you? If you have given your very self to the Lord first, this is plainly your duty as you have opportunity. By all means try to save some. What a testimony would it be for Christ! You would be a witness in yourself to the truth of your faith. What a benefit to souls! "He which converteth the sinner from the error of his way, shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.” What an encouragement to the ministers of Christ! How the apostle must have been gladdened by the eager efforts of his Macedonian converts to be useful in the church! It was ample reward for toil and suffering in his efforts to save them. It stimulated him to labour. The conviction that he did right was much; but the joy of success was more. Let those who labour for you have the comfort of seeing you aiding their work. What a good example to others! It is a lesson of life and action in spheres common to theirs. It shows what can be done. What a happy memorial to leave behind! "The good that men do lives after them;" the influence remains and spreads. You may be forgotten; but your work of faith and labour of love will have their everlasting memorial.

THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL.

Up and away! like the dew of the morning
Soaring from earth to its home in the sun,
So let me steal away, gently and lovingly,

Only remembered by what I have done.

My name, and my place, and my tomb, all forgotten,
The brief race of time well and patiently run,

So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,

Only remembered by what I have done.

Gladly away from this toil would I hasten,

Up to the crown that for me has been won,Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises, Only remembered by what I have done.

Up and away! like the odours of sunset

That sweeten the twilight as darkness comes on,

So be my life,- a thing felt but not noticed,

And I but remembered by what I have done.

Yes; like the fragrance that wanders in freshness

When the flowers that it came from are closed up and gone, So would I be to this world's weary dwellers,— Only remembered by what I have done.

Needs there the praise of the love-written record,
The name and the epitaph graved on the stone?
The things we have lived for let them be our story,
We but remembered by what we have done.

I need not be missed; if my life has been bearing
(As its summer and autumn moved silently on)
The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season,
I shall still be remembered by what I have done.

I need not be missed; if another succeed me

To reap down those fields which in spring I have sown, He who ploughed and who sowed is not missed by the reaper,He is only remembered by what he has done.

Not myself, but the truth that in life have spoken,-
Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown,--
Shall pass on to ages-all about me forgotten

Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done.

So let my living be, so be my dying,

So let my name be unblazoned, unknown,— Unpraised and unmissed, I shall yet be remembered— Yes, but remembered by what I have done.

REV. HORATIUS BONAR, D.D.

PART I.

USEFUL CHRISTIANS IN HUMBLE LIFE.

RELIGION AND LABOUR.

"We are labourers together with God."-1 Cor. iii. 9.

"Let not ambition mock their useful toil,

Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor."

GRAY'S ELEGY