The reader will do well to become acquainted with the works of the principal Writers quoted. Of some there are copious remains left to bless the earth with their pure halo. Of others, claimed for service in a higher and better world, we have but an expression or two left, to remind us and future ages, that the sweetest flowers oft die the soonest. Neither should we repine at this; always hoping that our faith in seeing them again is firm and unfading. It is such a belief that carries us through this life with resignation and cheerfulness, causing us to value the time employed here simply as a short voyage towards the happy haven of eternal rest. LONDON, JULY, 1856. CONTENTS. PAGE Adoration 28 BLEST is his life, who to himself is true Be glad, my soul, and sing amidst thy joy Blest that home where God is felt Believe, thou dark lost pilgrim, still!. Both worlds at once they view Beauty of Holiness 52 Come, Lord! when grace has made me meet 67 Christmas beams shall cheer my heart Contrasts, necessary for happiness 58 56 |