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called her babe Tabrimon; or the palm tree rose straight and tall, and so her child should be named Tamar; or the sparrows twittered in her ear, and her child was Zipper; or the dove cooed softly, and she called it Jonah; or the crow showed its sable plumage, and its name was Caleb; or the light seed-down was wafted by her, and her name was Julia, the tender, delicate, nestling little thing. Carmi, my vineyard, the Israelites' child became, when they were grateful for that source of their happiness and wealth; or Eschol, the full cluster of ripe, purple grapes; or Lot, sweet-scented myrrh; or Pininnah and Pinon, pearl; or Thabash, the tender tint of hyacinth, fragrant and pale; or Ulla, a young child; or Saph, the moss growing so plentifully at their feet on the bright sea-shore. And then Hebrew parents mourned over a sickly child, and called it Abel, because they saw it was like breath or vapour, and would soon pass away; or they named it Delilah, weak; or Hagar, timorous stranger; or Jabez, sorrow; or Job, a weeper; or Leah, weary; or Necho, lame, And the robust child, the sturdy, strong young fellow was rejoiced in, and called Elah, the tall, spreading_oak; or Amos, weighty; or Asher, bliss; or Ruth, contentment; or Rebekah, fat; or, more poetically still, Abigail, the father's joy; Eve, the gladdener; Isaac, laughter; Nahum, comforter; and David-sweet and tender utterance-beloved. Mikah, queen; Naomi, beautiful; Zuph, a honey-comb; Kezia, the sweet spice cassia; Laban, gentle-crooned out the Hebrew mothers as they kissed their bases; or with their little arms as a collar about their necks, and worn there, they should be Anak; or they should be Ariel, the altar on which all offerings should be laid; or Elnathan, God's own gift; or Asael, God's

work; or Absalom, the father's peace; or Barnabas, the son of consolation; or Benjamin, the son of the right hand. "Thou art Barrabas," the son of shame, was mourned out once, as a little face was hid; and Benoni! Benoni! son of my sorrow, fell the Hebrew cry; and a little child was hidden, and called Esther; and it was known that one would have to labour, and it was called Ebed; and that another would be a drawer of water, and it was Adaliah; and little twins came, and one was Ahimoth, for he was the only one that breathed, and it was fit to give him a name that meant he was the brother of death. Deeply went religious feeling with these fervent Jews. Gedaliah, God is my greatness, is a proof of it; and Micaiah, or Michael, who is like to God? and Seraiah, the Lord is my prince; and Shelumiel, God is my happiness; and Abijah, and Adonijah, my Father, my Master is the Lord. And then, in contradistinction to this, fierce savagery had loud expression, and the little Hebrew children became fantastical, and to keep their enemies in fear, Laish, lion; Saul, destroyer; Radmah, thunder; Jareb, the avenger; Irad, the wild ass; Jael, the kid; Potiphar, the African bull; or they owned the names corresponding exactly to trumpet, flea, horse, fox, worm, hornet, rabbit, goat, deer, locust, snake, and


The early Greeks chose their names upon the same plan. The young mother walked rejoicing among the mountains and the vines, and called her child Chloe, the green herb; or Rhoda, a rose ; or Dagon, corn; or Drusilla, watered by the dew; or Euodias, sweet scent; or Tryphena, delicious; or Lois, better; or Epaphroditus, handsome; or Eratus, lovely; or Diana, perfect, best of all she had-besides thousands of others that only want

looking for,




her Jason, he who cures; her Apollos, the deNicholas, the conqueror; her Herod, the hero's the Latins, though passing into another stage, and taking, lazily, to numbering their people, and calling them Secundus, Tertius, Quartus, Quintus, them after their birth month, and dubbing them Sextus, Septimus, Octavius, Decimus; or to naming Januarius, Martius, Maia, Junius, Julius, Augus tus-the Latins made use of the same system still. when they lived by depredation, and wished to make their enemies afraid; and Gallus, the cruel cock; and Aquila, the eagle; and Leo, the lion,

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and Glaucus, a fish. Then they commenced personal peculiarities, and they had their Cæsar, and their Agrippa, from incidents at their birth; and they had their Varus, crooked-legged; and their Claudius, lame; and their Bambalio, stutterer; and their Brutus, stupid; and their Tactitus, dumb. And there was the admiration and reminiscence of bright flowers, and girls walked about in Rome as beautiful as they, and known by the same sweet names. Enanthe, the wild vine-bloom, a little baby-girl was called; and Althæa, the purple mallow; and Euphrosyne, bugloss; and Artemisia, mother-wort; and Sabina, savine; and Sisera, the crimson heath; and Olivia, the fruit of olives; and Dephne, the healthy bay. The violet, Ion, was used for a man; but Viola, the snowdrop, was appropriated to girls; and so was Flavia, an ear of corn; and Laura, the laurel; Hedera, ivy; and Rosa, a rose; and Circe, deadly nightshade; and Flora, the fabled keeper and goddess of them all.-Syracuse Journal.


My dear young friends, who read the GLEANER from month to month, perhaps some of you will remember reading some time ago the happy death of Elizabeth Wright, which your kind friend the editor was pleased to insert in your little magazine. Now I am about to send you another memoir of a dear young woman, to whom the Lord was pleased to make me useful in the time of her deep affliction-consumption. I must tell you, that from early life I have had a great desire to visit the sick; and how many times have I had my desire granted, in being permitted to enter the sickchamber and converse with the afflicted!


Oh, my dear young friends, what a blessed thing it is to know the Lord whilst young, before the cares and trials of this life come thick upon you! Ponder well the solemn words of Scripture: Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them" (Eccl. xii. 1). "I love them that love Me; and those that seek Me early shall find Me" (Prov. viii. 17).


"Tis religion that can give

Sweetest pleasures while we live ;
'Tis religion must supply

Solid comfort when we die."

It is a blessed thing indeed to find in the young some good thing toward the Lord God of Israel. Death is no respecter of persons; he enters alike the palace and the cottage the mansions of the rich and the homes of the poor. Neither is death a respecter of age; he lays his icy hand upon the young and those in the bloom of health, as well

as the middle-aged and those whose heads are covered o'er with silvery locks. But, oh, if we are found in Christ, it matters but little at what age death shall come to us. The young are taken from the evil to come, whilst those more advanced in age are delivered from the storms and trials of

this life.


My dear young friends, no doubt some of you have seen my little work (the second edition of which has been published some time), Little Jemmie; or, The Plucked Flower." I visited this dear boy for many months, to the day of his death. How did he long to depart and be with Jesus! I mention this circumstance, because it was the mother of this dear boy who came to ask me if I would visit Jane Poole, as she only lived two or three doors from her.

Dear readers, I need not tell you how pleased I was to go; and desire to bless and praise the Lord for permitting one so unworthy as I, not only to visit her, but to be made the humble, honoured instrument, in the Lord's hand, of being useful to her precious soul.

Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together! Jane was born at Vauxhall, Lambeth; but at the time I visited her she resided at Walworth. She was born on the 26th of July, 1844, and died on the 2nd of June, 1868; she thus was nearly twenty-four years of age. She had attended for some considerable time a Sundayschool, near Camberwell-gate, but only now and then had she attended public worship. From what I can learn, I fear both her parents and their children have neglected the means of grace, and, I fear, Jane had of late neglected her school.

My first visit to her was the last week in February, 1868. She had expressed a wish to see

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