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goes on.

He is perfuaded, entreated, and invited to turn and live, and yet he goes on.

If you see a man travelling a road that you know to be frequented with robbers, you tell him of his danger; he perfifts in going on; the robbers ftrip him and leave him for dead; who is to blame? The finner is warned of his danger, and yet he perfifts in fin. Numbers control not the sword of justice. The antediluvians were faithfully warned; they went on and perished in the flood. The men of Sodom were warned; they perfifted, and perished in the rain of fire. The Jews were warned alfo, even by the Son of God, and yet they went on in rebellion, until of their city not one stone was left ftanding upon another, and themselves scattered and peeled among the nations.

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The finner neglects a great falvation. Neglecting only to get into the Ark will expofe him to the flood of fire. Neglecting falvation, he contemns the "love of God." He "tramples upon the blood of the covenant.' He does "defpite to the Spirit of grace." How fhall he efcape if he neglects fo great falvation. "Thefe fhall go away into everlasting punishment.". "I faw the lake of quenchlefs fires,

And fouls on its billows toft ;
Despair, remorfe which ne'er expires,
The worm of the deathlefs loft.

"Grief filled my bursting heart,—I cried,
'Shall this distress end never?'
The shrieks of millions loud replied,
'These pangs endure-for ever!'

By the path of life is defignated the path of holiness, that leads to life eternal. "Bleffed are the pure in heart, for they fhall fee God." It is narrow and steep; it requires care and effort. The pilgrim muft deny himself; take up his crofs daily, and watch unto prayer. It is difficult only to flesh and blood; to the carnal, mind, not to the fpiritual; to the unregenerate, not to him that is born again. To the righteous its ways are ways of pleasantnefs, and all its paths are paths of peace. Narrow is the way that leads to life, and few there are that find it. Fewer ftill endure to the end thereof. The few were once in the way of death. They were among the many that were called. They obeyed the heavenly call, forfook the broad way, and entered upon the path of life.

The path of life ends well; God delights in holiness. He did not overlook Noah in the overflowing of the ungodly, nor Lot in Sodom. The faithful few are God's jewels; his hidden ones, while tribulation and "anguish are affigned to the disobedient." The patient continuance of the righteous in well-doing will be rewarded with "glory, and honour, and immortality," for the ranfomed of the Lord fhall return and come to Zion with fongs and everlasting joy upon their heads. They fhall obtain joy and gladness, and forrow and fighing shall flee away.

"I faw the countless, happy throng
In the blissful regions high;

White robes-gold crowns-and lofty song,
With their harps in harmony.

Hope brightened at the dazzling fight,
Shall aught from heaven fever?'

And myriads fung- Our peace, joy, light,
And glory, last for ever.

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"The world paffeth away.". -I JOHN ii. 17.

The aged oak, once tall, and strong, and green,
Decayed and withered in the paft is feen;
The lordly manfion, once the owner's trust,
ts glory gone, fee crumbling into dust.
E'en Egypt's boast, the pyramids of yore.
Shall fall to ruin, and be known no more.
The Paft is gone; the Future, black as night,
By clouds lies hidden from all mortal fight;
The Prefent's here-fee there with angel brow,
Wisdom lifts up her voice of mercy. Now-
Now the accepted time, the gracious day,
When man repentant wipes his stains away;
Infpires new life, through the atoning blood,
And writes his name among the fons of God.

THIS picture is emblematical of the Paft, Future, and Prefent, as these divifions of time appear to us, who are now on the stage of human life. Behold the Paft! See there the fragments that time has left behind: there is the burying place, filled with the records of the past-what a volume of Biography is the grave-yard; there they lie, the blooming and the beautiful-the ftrong and the active-all mouldering into duft. The laughing eye-the noble brow-the dimpled cheek-the teeth of pearl-the mufical tonguethe brain creative-and the cunning hand-all, all, are filent in the tomb, and melting into earth.

There, too, is the oak, that once towered in ftrength and beauty, now withered and decayed; once it gave shelter to the beafts of the field, the fowls of heaven lodged in its branches-now it needs a prop to prevent its falling to the ground.

The fplendid manfion is feen crumbling into duft. Architecture, and fculpture, and painting,

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