him fifty more!" He was obeyed. "Well! Let's hear what Christ can do for you now," said the monster-(after they were finished, and the blood ran down the young slave's back like water)—“He doesn't seem to do much for you!" "He enables me to look forward to a future reward!"-gasped the sufferer. "Oh! does He? Well, then! you shall have your reward!" roared the inhuman tyrant, in a paroxysm of rage,-"Give him a hundred more!" And as he listened with savage delight to the groans of his dying victim, he once more demanded "What can Jesus Christ do for you now?" There was a long pause; the boy was evidently trying to say something: at last the youthful martyr managed to say, with a last effort," He bids me pray for you, Master!" and a few minutes after breathed his last.

Who that has any faith in the life to come, or has any belief in the existence of a now merciful, but one day inexorable, and unchangeable, Lord God,-would not far rather be this poor boy, expiring in agony, than be the wretched man who caused his death? The boy's sufferings were but for an hour; but when a brutal sinner has swaggered, and sworn his last in this World, and Eternity -that awful word which God alone can understand— approaches, and the man has to go out alone to meet his God-what imagination can conceive the result that must follow? "If the righteous"-(covered by Christ's garment of righteousness-sheltered by His atonement-forgiven for Christ's sake)" If the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the sinner and the ungodly appear?"

In that other phase of God's character, God tells us plainly that He is not a man that He will repent! Endless ages will pass-worlds like ours may come out of chaos, and then pass away in endless time and endless space, but Eternity will not even have begun!

One of the Roman Emperors-noted for having invented the most exquisite tortures for the early Christians-shortly before his death was heard by the attendants of the Palace, -getting up in the silence of the night. They heard the Emperor striding about from room to room, saying, in a fearful voice-"Why, it was not I that did it!-Why, it was not I that did it!

What was this but the miserable, shuffling, excuse of a guilty sinner-that "certain looking forward to a fiery indignation," which the great Apostle speaks of, who knew something of "the terror of the Lord"-for Paul was

himself a persecutor. bluster and the swagger of a godless man, remember that you hear him now while God's anger slumbers, while God supports him in health and being; but after a Saviour's I love has been rejected, and a long life has been spent in

So that when you listen to the

opposition to Him, and to His cause, there appears to be another phase in God's character, which the Bible merely hints at Fear Him"-a loving Saviour three times warns us, who hath power to cast into Hell." "I will laugh when their fear cometh." Now, He is an indulgent, longsuffering, Heavenly Father, but He is not a Being who can be mocked! Let us then remember the words with which the Great Apostle concludes his last letter to the early Christians "Let us serve God with reverence and Godly fear, for our God is a consuming fire!"

"Vengeance is Mine: I will repay! saith the Lord!"

FREDERICK THE GREAT, AND HIS PAGE. "Honour thy Father, and thy Mother."

CREDERICK, King of Prussia, one day rang his bell for his Page in waiting, and, nobody answering, he opened his door and found his Page asleep in a chair. It was late at night, the King had been writing despatches, and the boy, overcome with fatigue, had fallen asleep. Knowing he had good reason to be sleepy, instead of being angry, the King was going to awake him gently, when he saw a letter on the ground, which the boy had let fall. The King took it up, to see what it was, and found that it was a letter from the good youth's Mother, in which she thanked him for having sent her so much of his wages, to relieve her poverty, since his father died, and finished by telling him, that "God would surely reward him for his dutiful affection."

The King, after reading it went softly back to his chamber-took a bag full of ducats, and slipped it into the boy's pocket. Returning to his chamber he rang the bell, this time so loudly, that it awakened the Page, who instantly made his appearance. "You have had a sound sleep!" said the King. The Page confessed that he had,

but begged the King to excuse him this once, as he had been up very early that morning. Putting his hand,-in his confusion-accidentally into his pocket, the boy, to his astonishment, felt the heavy purse of ducats! The boy took it out, and turned very pale. "What's the matter now!" said the King, "and where did you get that purse from? Why it looks like one of mine!

The poor boy burst into tears, saying "Oh Sire! some one seeks to ruin me, I never took the purse! and the boy threw himself at the King's feet. "My boy!" replied the King, "God often does great things for us even whilst we are sleeping! Send that to your poor Mother, salute her on my part, and assure her, that while you continue the good youth you have hitherto been, I shall take good care both of her and you."

TWO BROTHERS:-A CONTRAST;
WHICH WILL YOU BE?

KITE FLYING WITH A KIND BROTHER HAROLD. THE MURDER IN BLACKWOOD, BY ROGER.

CHERE are two boys, Frank, and Willie. I have frequently been a guest in their father's house; and have often talked to them about revenge and forgiving injuries, for Willie was once under my care at the Sabbath School, and they had not been taught to consider it wrong to fight.

They are active boys, quick and clever at sport. Willie, the younger, is the more gentle and kindly; and Frank is generous, clever and intelligent, but like many more of this class, is proud and vindictive, and very easily provoked.

I was passing along the street one day, and saw the two boys at a little distance before me, coming out of their house; and, nodding to each other, I saw them run towards a gate leading to a field by the house, trying which could reach it the soonest. Willie came first to the gate, and in pure fun and frolic, he shut the gate and placed himself against it to stop Frank opening it. Frank laughed, and tried to force it open.; they were both merry, and in play,