We must, also tell you, that in some countries there is no rain, and that in a great measure the dew supplies its place; refer now to Deut. xxxii. 2, and to Hosea xiv. 5. As flowers and trees, deprived of all moisture, fade and die; so with our souls, if we do not receive the spiritual rain and dew of the Lord's words, our understanding becomes dead. For you must never forget one thing, that we are not fountains of truth; there is but one fount, the Lord Jesus Christ, and from Him it is that we receive all the truths we possess, and to Him alone therefore we can look for truth to enlighten, and guide, and purify our souls.

We have now given you enough for once, and perhaps you are already tired; so we will conclude for the present and will try in our next to tell you something more about the correspondence of water.

MY BROTHER'S DEATH.

"I SAW my little brother die!

Oh, mother! will death come to me?
No brightness was in George's eye;
The lid was clos'd,-he could not see.
He used to be so fresh and gay:

His eye 's now dim; his face-how pale:
And yet, 't was but the other day,
He play'd with Willie on the vale.

And then they put him in a chest!
And carried little George away!
They told me he had gone to rest:
But, mother, how I cried that day!

Why did he go? What had he done,
That they should take him from us all?
Oh, where is my dear brother gone?
Why did he go away at all!

Is there some place below the ground,
Where he has gone again to play?
Oh, mother, where can heaven be found,
That you were speaking of to-day ?"

"Willie," his mother gently said,

"To you, to me, death soon will come;
We, like your brother that has fled,
Must go and seek a better home.

And Willie-now so stout and strong-
Must not for ever here remain,

But leave, like George, this earthly throng,
And rise to life, in heaven, again.

Dear George has now no pain to feel;
No night to dread; no sin to fear:
The Saviour every pain will heal-
The Saviour wipe off every tear.

And heaven is close around us now,
Though we its beauties cannot see:
But death (when it shall seal our brow),
Will shew us all its majesty.

My Willie, dear! Death is a friend,
That leads us by the hand, to view
That world of bliss which knows no end,
And we shall there be happy too."

G.

DEATH AND SLEEP.

[FROM THE GERMAN OF KRUMMACHER.] LINKED in a brotherly embrace, the Angel of Sleep and the Angel of Death wandered through the earth. It was evening. They encamped on a hill not far from the dwellings of men. A melancholy stillness reigned around, and the evening bells of the distant village were no longer heard.

Silent and still, as is their manner, these two beneficent genii of mankind sat together in true harmony; and night approached. Then arose the Angel of Sleep from his mossy couch, and strewed with light hand the invisible grains of slumber. The night wind wafted them to the quiet abodes of the weary husbandmen.

And now sweetest sleep began to embrace the inhabitants of the rural huts, from the old man who totters with his staff, to the infant in its cradle.

The sick forgot their pains, the mourners their sorrows, the weary their cares. All eyes were closed.

As soon as this duty was accomplished, the good Angel of Sleep laid down by his graver brother.

"When the rosy morn awakes," he said with cheerful innocence, "then will men praise me as their friend and benefactor! Oh what joy to do good unseen and in secret! How happy are we invisible messengers of the good spirit! How beautiful our quiet calling!"

Thus spoke the friendly Angel of Sleep. The Angel of Death looked on this with silent sorrow and a tear, such as an immortal might shed, gathered in his large dark eye. "Ah," said he, "I cannot rejoice in the thanks of men as thou dost; the earth calls me its enemy and joy-destroyer."

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Oh, my brother," replied the Angel of Sleep, "at the awakening for good, shalt not thou also be recognized for the friend and benefactor of men, and blessed with grateful thanks? Are we not brother messengers of one Father?"

Then beamed with joy the eye of the Angel of Death, and in intimate union this heavenly pair ever followed each other, throughout their marked career.

Brighton, Feb. 5th.

A. D. G.

THE CATECHISM OF CHARITY.

[Continued from page 38.]

Q. But sometimes the wicked do kind actions; and in outward appearance they resemble the kind actions of the good; are not they equally acts of Charity in both cases?

A. No: because Charity is the source of our actions only when it is the ruling principle in our minds; it is so with the good; but it is not so with the wicked.

Q. If, then, the kind actions of the wicked do not spring from charity, what is their source?

A. While man is in this life, the Lord lends to him kind dispositions, which are called "Remains," being all that remains in man of the Divine image before regeneration; it is from these that the wicked do kind actions.

Q. If these kind actions are done from dispositions derived from the Lord, why are they not called acts of Charity?

A. Because "remains" first become Charity in man when he sincerely and faithfully shuns evils as sins against God; for then the "remains" which were lent to him by the Lord, are appropriated by him, and are imputed to him by the Lord as his own; and the prineiple thus newly generated in him is called