all disease and so-called accidents, &c. I append in conclusion, an extract taken from a little work just published, "The Converts of Kilbann," which will show in what estimation these Redemptorist missionaries hold God's own most blessed book-His holy word. The writer gives the name of one who forced his way to the very centre, and who stood in the very front rank of a large gathering assembled for the express purpose of burning the Bible. "He saw," the writer says, "eight or ten priests, with their square black caps on their heads, and their vestments sweeping behind, directing their acolytes in the operation of burning a heap of Bibles, which were now nearly consumed. Now and then a pair of tongs was called into requisition, to lift a volume which seemed to stand a chance of escape, and to place it in the hottest part; and the bystanders perceived that the priests seemed to enjoy this operation. Several little boys in queer clothing thrust sticks and chips of wood into the fire to increase the conflagration, and the little fellows seemed to think it pretty good fun. The people shoutedsatisfaction beamed in the priests' faces. The work of the Redemptorist mission was progressing merrily, for a large stock of copies of God's word was being reduced to ashes by the priests of His professing Church."

May the readers of the LITTLE Gleaner be preserved from the soul-destroying errors of such a system, and be thankful for Protestant truth, and the open Bible upon which it is based. And more especially may they be brought to enjoy that pardon and that peace which Joseph found so supporting and comforting both in life and in death; for what will any poor soul do in the hour of departure from this world, and in the day

of judgment, without a knowledge of interest in the finished work of a crucified Saviour?

Believe me to be, my dear Sir,

Sincerely yours in the truth,

J. C. M.

[We must add that, in reading this MS., we have felt our hearts melted with love to dear Joseph, and gratitude to that blessed Spirit of all truth, who so sweetly led him to the truth, rescued him from the horrid pit of infidelity into which his feet were so terribly slipping, and, moreover, made this sore trial and his deliverance from it a means of bringing him to live more fully a life of precious faith, built upon the unchanging, written revelation of God in His blessed word. We have almost felt ready to wish to use this paper in the Sower instead of the GLEANER, thinking it beyond the grasp of our younger readers; but we know the GLEANER is read by, and blessed to many, who are not little children, and those who are now little children will grow older before these volumes are worn out. Dear young friends, you have our hearty prayers that this sweet memoir may be a lasting blessing to your souls.-EDITOR.]

MAXIMS FOR YOUNG MEN.

KEEP good company, or none.

If your hands cannot be usefully employed, attend to the cultivation of your mind.

Always speak the truth.

Make few promises.

Live up to your engagements.

Keep your own secrets, if you have any.

When you speak to a person, look him in the face.

Good company and good conversation are the very sinews of virtue.

Good character is above all things else.

Your character cannot be essentially injured except by your own acts.

If one speaks evil of you, let your life be such that no one will believe him.

Drink no kind of intoxicating liquor.

Ever live, misfortunes excepted, within your in

come.

When you retire to bed, think over what you have been doing during the day.

Make no haste to be rich if you would prosper; small and steady gains give competency, with tranquillity of mind.

Never play at any game of chance.

Avoid temptation, through fear you may not withstand it.

Never run in debt, unless you see a way to get out again.

Never borrow if you can possibly avoid it.
Never unnecessarily speak evil of any one.
Be just before you are generous.

Save when you are young, to spend when you

are old.

Above all, remember you must die, and after this meet a holy God; never pass a day without asking yourself if you are ready to die.

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She cried with a pleasing surprise,
When first she before him appeared,
"How much what I see with my eyes
Surpasses the rumour I heard!"
When once to Jerusalem come,

The treasure and train she had brought, The wealth she possessed at home,

No longer had place in her thought: His house, his attendants, his throne, All struck her with wonder and awe; The glory of Solomon shone

In every object she saw.

But Solomon most she admired,
Whose spirit conducted the whole;
His wisdom which God had inspired,
His bounty and greatness of soul:
Of all the hard questions she put,
A ready solution he showed,
Exceeded her wish and her suit,

And more than she asked him bestowed:
Thus I, when the Gospel proclaimed
The Saviour's great name in my ears,
The wisdom for which He is famed,
The love which to sinners He bears,
I longed, and I was not denied,
That I in His presence might bow;
I saw, and, transported, I cried,
"A greater than Solomon Thou!"
My conscience no comfort could find,
By doubt and hard questions opposed;
But He restored peace to my mind,
And answered each doubt I proposed.
Beholding me poor and distressed,
His bounty supplied all my wants;
My prayer could have never expressed
So much as this Solomon grants.