66 himself, Lord, is it I ?" Even Judas put the question, as if he doubted, or as if his treason could be concealed; and while he dipped his hand in the dish with him, purposing to dip it in his blood, he received the all-foreseeing intimation of his conspiracy and treason, "Thou hast said." He then left the assembly and let him go, and betray the innocent one, and suffer the curse of his crime !-we will turn from the fiendish spectacle, and listen to the converse of the divine sufferer. It needs no comment-let it stand in the perfect narrative of the inspired historian, in the reminiscences to which it invites each humble disciple, and in the gracious promise of the heavenly sacrament which it includes. "And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave ciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. it to the dis And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; for this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom. And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives." ANSWERS TO THREE QUESTIONS. WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST? WHAT DO YOU HATE MOST?-AND WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST? BY MRS. ABDY. WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST? WHAT do I love ?-Too many ties We are but passing pilgrims here, And even the purest earthly love May chain us to this lower sphere, And clog the spirit's flight above. Yet though by worldly shades pursued, Though worldly thoughts my mind enthral, Still, still I turn in gratitude To Him whose bounty gave me all: And trust I humbly may declare, Lord! it is thee I love the most. WHAT DO YOU HATE MOST? What do I hate ?-Such words as these Surprise in Christian breasts create; Our watch-word should be love and peace What can a Christian do with hate? When anger in my mind hath place, Let me His blessed words retrace, Yet while thus patient I abide, When o'er myself is held the rod, Let me no false indulgence show When such my sanction strive to win, But boldly to the world avow The object of my hate is-Sin! : WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST? What do I fear?-In former years I should have said with faltering breath, The subject of my deepest fears, The ill that most I dread is-Death. But thou, my Saviour, thou hast blest My fainting soul with strength at last, Safely on thy dear love I rest, Freely on thee my sins I cast. Beneath the shadow of thy wings I rest me from the world's vain strife; My soul to thee securely clings, Who died to give me endless life. And though at times from death I shrink, Soon on thy goodness as I think I see the shadows disappear, And feel that through thy saving love, And through thy mercy's boundless scope, Death can no lasting terror prove To one who lives in Christian hope. STANZAS, IN MEMORY OF ROWLAND HODGSON, ESQ., OF SHEFFIELD, Who departed this life January 27, 1837, aged sixty-three years. Through a long period of severe bodily suffering, aggravated in the sequel by blindness, he signally exemplified the Christian graces of Faith, Hope, and Charity, with humble resignation to the will of God. He had been from his youth one of the most active, liberal, and unwearied supporters of benevolent and evangelical institutions in the neighbourhood and elsewhere. 66 AND THEY GLORIFIED GOD IN ME."-GAL. i. 24. PART I. Go where thine heart had gone before, And thy heart's treasure lay; Go, and with opened eye explore Light in the Lord, light's fountain, see, And light in him for ever be. But darkness thou hast left behind; No sign, no sight, no sound, Where thou wert ever found; Then gaze I on thy vacant place, |