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bed, struck a light, and, dressing myself, hastened down stairs. Looking at my watch, I perceived it wanted from a half to three quarters of an hour of the time. I turned into a sitting-room, which was lighted, and threw myself upon a sofa,
a strange, dreamy state of mind. I had been seated about ten minutes, when the door opened, and a young man stood before me. He stopped short, and fixed his glaring eyes
The light on the table was burning so dimly, that I could not see his face distinctly. I discovered, however, that he looked pale and haggard, and that the deepest misery was depicted in his countenance. By this time I had become so agitated by what had passed, that I could not help trembling, and wishing myself out of the room.
I at length arose, and determined to make my retreat. But just at that moment he called my name, and, passing forward, threw himself on the sofa by my side, saying, “0, did you hear what the Lord is doing in the college ?"
I was so astonished, that it was some time before I could reply. At length I said, “No, I have not.”
“0," said he, “there is an outpouring of the Spirit there!” “ Such an one, and such an one,” he continued, naming several of the most ungodly students in the college, “are rejoicing in hope of the glory of God; but wretched, miserable me!” he exclaimed, rising to his feet, and pacing through the room, “there's no mercy, no hope for me!”
He was one of my class-mates, and hitherto a very wild, reckless youth. I knew not what to say, or what to do. I had never thought of religion myself; and I confess I felt not only alarmed, but uneasy in his presence. I almost wished myself clear of him, and that he would not return by that morning's coach. After a little, however, I requested him to sit down and compose himself, as the coach, in a few minutes, would be at the door. He did so, when he told me that he had attempted to flee from his convictions; that he had left the college, and come up to P-, for the purpose, as he said, of “getting rid of his distress about his soul."
The language of the Psalmist came into my mind, which
I repeated : “ Whither shall I go from Thy presence, or whither shall I flee from Thy Spirit ?”
“ It can't be done,” said he, rising again to his feet; “it can't be done. I'll go back; and the Lord may do with me as He thinks best."
Presently the coach drove up, and in a few minutes we had taken our seats. The driver cracked his whip, and we were rattling down the street, lined on either side by rows of tall, dusky buildings, which seemed to frown upon us as we hurried by. My class-mate was seated in the corner, wrapped in his cloak. I was in the opposite corner, as far off as I could get; for, to tell the truth, I felt afraid of him. He did not speak to me, nor I to him, till it was broad daylight; though I could now and then hear him sighing, and in low whispers supplicating God for mercy.
It so happened that there was a young lady in the coach, the only other passenger, who had been on a visit to some relatives at P, and who, hearing of the work of grace in the town and college, was returning home. As I was slightly acquainted with her, she several times attempted to introduce the subject. I as often attempted to evade it, by turning the conversation to something else. I could observe, moreover, that every time she mentioned it, my class-mate would bury his pale, anxious face in the folds of his cloak, and tremble in his whole frame.
As the coach drove up in front of the college-buildings, the bell was tolling for public worship. The students and citizens were crowding to the doors of the church. My class-mate instantly left the coach, and, with his face still half-buried in his cloak, entered the church-door. I sat still, as if riveted to the seat; I felt as if I could not possibly get out; I was excessively weak. At length, however, I managed to get out, and went into the church, scarcely knowing where I was, or what I was doing.
Just as I entered the door, a venerable-looking man, the Rev. Dr. D- rose in the pulpit; and, leaning forward, began reading a Psalm in the most solemn tones of voice. There was a deathlike silence in the audience. I entered a pew close to the door, and, leaning my head forward on the
back of the adjoining pew, thus remained till the close of the services. I then found my old lodgings, and shut myself up in my room.
I attended church again in the evening. It was a singularly solemn time. Eternity seemed just at hand. The same venerable Minister was again in the pulpit. To me there seemed more than an earthly radiance in his countenance; and the solemn, persuasive tones of his voice, as he held up to view a bleeding Saviour, and urged upon the sinner an immediate acceptance of Him, seemed as the voice of one from the dead. All felt deeply the earnest appeals: many were bathed in tears.
The next morning I met my friend in the hall. His face was beaming with joy. He grasped me affectionately and firmly by the hand, saying, “0, I've found peace ! I've found the Saviour precious ! And now,” said he, fixing his eyes earnestly upon me, “if I am not mistaken, you are in distress.”
His words flew like so many barbed arrows through my soul. I knew it; I felt it. I was wretched, miserable ; but that any one else should know it seemed terrible. I made no reply ; but, releasing myself as soon as possible from his grasp, I hurried away, to get myself out of his sight.
On a Sabbath not long after, we sat down together at the Master's table, along with some fifty or more of the students, all of whom had been brought under conviction, and many of whom are now occupying important and influential places in the church as Ministers of the Gospel.—Presbyterian.
HOW TO MAKE YOURSELF REMEMBERED. “ A VENERABLE and successful merchant,” says an American Minister, “had for many years before his death left off accumulating, and made it his inflexible rule to give away the whole of his large surplus income. Now he was endowing a college-professorship; now founding an academy; now bestowing a princely benefaction upon some judicious charity; and now another upon some noble religious enterprise. One of his favourite methods of doing good, was to purchase, and put in circulation, hundreds of copies, or perhaps whole cditions, of any useful book which happened to commend itself to his taste and judgment. And after his death, a memorandum among his papers was found to contain the names of a large number of village Pastors, whose scanty stipends he had been in the habit of increasing from year to year. These are but hints and samples of his life: but they may suffice to show that he was not a man to be forgotten. It is something for a private citizen so to live that, when he dies, the whole community to which he belonged, and other distant communities vying with them, shall take up his name, and breathe a blessing upon it. It is for yourselves, under Providence, to decide (I speak especially to the wealthy among you) whether your memories shall be thus embalmed, or handed over to a speedy oblivion. And in making this observation, I am far from commending it to you as a becoming object of your ambition, to purchase a posthumous fame by your charities, I have in view simply the ordinance of heaven, that the righteous shall be held in everlasting remembrance. The memory of the just' (and this epithet includes the idea of benevolence) ‘is blessed.' Whether you take the case of a secluded female who employs her leisure-hours, like Dorcas, in making coats and garments for the poor, or the faithful Missionary who wears himself out in distributing the bread of life along the lanes and alleys of a city, it is alike the ordering of Providence that their memories shall be blessed."
(Literary, Scientific, Educational.) A WHIMSICAL writer had endeavoured to establish the doctrine, " that the Earth is really the largest planetary body in the solar system,-its domestic hearth, and the only world in the universe." Sir David Brewster, for the honour of science, and with a reverential
regard to the considerations of religion which incidentally arise in the discussion of this subject, maintains that the other celestial bodies are, or may be, inhabited by intellectual beings. He has not employed a rigidly scientific style, and sometimes falls into a looseness of conception which he could have well avoided; but the volume contains much powerful argument, and we heartily recommend it to the perusal of all who feel interested in a speculation that has almost risen into certainty in the most enlightened minds. The title is, More Worlds than one. The Creed of the Philosopher, and the Hope of the Christian. By Sir David BREWSTER. (Murray.)
Lessons on the Phenomena of Industrial Life, and the Conditions of Industrial Success, edited by the Rev. RICHARD DAWES, M.A., Dean of Hereford, (Groombridge,) convey a very large amount of elementary instruction on the management of affairs of business, which would, if learned and carried into practice, prove to be of incalculable value, and save many a young beginner from mortification and failure. It is a good present for young men going into business engagements.
Those who would make sure of a cheap Cyclopædia, and one that is at the same time complete in adaptation to the actual state of knowledge, may find such a work in The English Cyclopædia, a Veu Dictionary of Universal Knowledge, conducted by CHARLES Knight. The former publication bearing this title is divided into four. The first volume of Geography, (from AA to Bogota,) and the first of Natural History, (from AARD-VAKK to CLIONID.E,) two handsome quartos, lie before us. For copiousness, finish, and the utmost attainable accuracy, they deserve high commendation, and increase the public debt to Mr. Knight as a promoter of useful information, of the first class, on easy terms. The former work will be accompanied with an Atlas, wrought up to the latest surveys and discoveries. The latter is enriched with a large number of excellent woodcuts. They are published by Bradbury and Evans.
The D[uscum of Srience and Art, edited by Dr. LARDNER, (Walton and Maberly,) Vols. I. and II., is well suited for young men's libraries. The subjects in these two volumes are chiefly astronomical, meteorological, and mechanical.
The first volume of Orr's Circle of the Sciences (Orr and Co.) is out. The subject “Principles of Physiology,” comprehending vital phenomena, osteology, and the varieties of the human race. It is very attractive in style and illustration, and well fitted to teach first principles and leading facts; yet is by no means a mere elementary manual.