had not the Greenlander in his kajak kept on the side of the wind, and let the waves roll over him first, by which they lost something of their violence before they reached it. The women lost their courage, and would not work any longer. "Row!" cried Saabye, and took an oar, "or we shall be drowned." "We shall be drowned, do what we may," they said; "nothing is of any use. Saabye rowed with all his might, and encouraged the women, saying, "Let us do what we can, and we shall be saved." After an hour of great peril, in which sometimes their hopes quite sank, they were able, through the goodness of God, to land upon firm ice. Here they rested for a little while, lying down upon the snow, and turning the boat upside down over them. They were very faint, and would have been glad of something to eat; but Saabye had but two biscuits, and he wished to keep them for a time of sorer need.


A part of the afternoon was already gone, when the weather became more calm. "To-morrow is Sunday, said the missionary; "I must go forward by the land, or else back." "You are joking, Sir," said the steersman."No," replied Saabye, "I am quite serious." "You cannot go forward," said the steersman, "for I do not know the way; and you cannot go backward, for the way is too long for you to reach home by night." "Let us see," said Saabye; "follow me." The steersman and two of the women followed. The others would not stir. As long as daylight lasted, the travellers did very well, though the snow was deep; but when night came on, they could not tell where were the hills, or where were the valleys. They fell into heaps of snow; helped each other up; fell again, and again got up; and became every hour more fatigued and faint. It was now the middle of the night. They were half frozen with cold, and felt as if they could not stir another step. have missed our way," said the Greenlander; "I no longer hear the sea roar.' This was sad news for the poor travellers. Saabye stood

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still and listened. "No," said he, "I cannot hear the sea roar; we have lost our way." They changed their course, and, after two hours' toil, they came to a plain near the "I know where we are now," said Saabye; "we are in Sand Bay, not far from home." "We must clamber up that rock," said the Greenlander; "then we shall have scarcely half a mile." How were they to get up the rock? Now for Saabye's biscuits. The two biscuits were divided among them; they swallowed some snow, and felt a little refreshed. "As you get near the top of the rock, you will find it perpendicular," said the Greenlander; "if your foot slips, you will fall into the sea, and no one can save you." "We will try," answered Saabye. And now they began, with the little strength they had left, to climb up. They crawled along till they came to the perpendicular ascent. The Greenlander, who had, of course, been accustomed from his youth to climb high rocks, got up first. After resting himself a little while at the top, he lay flat on the ground, stretched himself out as far as possible over the side, and helped to pull the others up. Their knees tottered, they staggered, and were almost on the point of falling, but the Greenlander's arm was strong, and he helped them faithfully. "God be praised!" they said one to another, when they found themselves safe at the top. They were so exhausted that they were obliged to sit down and rest themselves ten times during the quarter of a mile which they had still to go.

It was four o'clock on Sunday morning when the missionary reached home. His wife was praying for him. When he opened the door, and showed her that he was safe, she wept for joy, and could only say, "God, then, has restored him to me." The tired missionary rested for a few hours, and performed Divine service at the usual time.


How would my young readers like Greenland travelling? This was one of Saabye's adventures. He had hundreds like it.—Miss. Rep.


The Fragment Basket.

BLESSINGS OF POVERTY. The following remarks of a very distinguished writer on this subject are worthy of serious consideration:

Poverty is the nurse of manly energy and heaven-climbing thoughts attended by love, and faith, and hope, around whose steps the mountain breezes blow, and from whose countenance all the virtues gather strength. Look around you upon the distinguished men that in every department of life guide and control the times, and inquire what was their origin, and what were their early fortunes. Were they, as a general rule, rocked and dangled in the lap of wealth? No; such men emerge from the homes of decent competence or struggling poverty. Necessity sharpens their faculty, and privation and sacrifice brace their moral nature. They learn the art of renunciation, and enjoy the happiness of having few wants. They know nothing of indifference or satiety. There is not an idle fibre in their frames. They put the vigour of a resolute purpose in every act. The edge of their mind is always kept sharp. In the school of life men like these meet the softly-nurtured darlings of prosperity as the vessels of iron meet the vessels of porcelain.

I CARE not for the joys of earth,
For the gay scenes of noise and mirth;
Such pleasures only tantalize;
Can mirth and laughter always please,
Or give the heart enduring ease,
Whose hopes are fastened on the
skies ?


"It amazes me, ministers don't write better sermons-I am sick of the dull prosy affairs," said a lady in the presence of a parson. "But it is no easy matter, my good woman, to write good sermons," suggested the minister. "Yes," rejoined the lady, "but you are so long about it; I could write one in half the time, if only had the text." "O, if a text i all you want," said the parson, "]` will furnish that. Take this one from Solomon: "It is better to dwel on a housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house."" "D you mean me, Sir?" inquired th lady quickly. "O, my good woman, was the grave response, you wil never make a good sermonizer you are too soon in your appli cation."




Were crowns of gold and jewels mine, I should, in mournful sadness, pine

Without my Saviour's smiling face; Were kingdoms placed at my command, The boundless ocean and the land,

I could not rest without His grace.


On her death-bed, the amiabl and gifted Jane Taylor, the last tim she took her pen-it was on the day preceding her death-wrote as fol lows:-"Oh, my dear friends, if you knew the thoughts I have now, you would see as I do, that the whol business of life is preparation fo“ death."

Riches and honours, pleasures, all
The splendours of this earthly ball,

Contrasted with my Saviour's love, Are like the motes that float in air, So light and vain. How could I bear

To exchange for them the joys above When mortal hope shall all expire, And earth dissolve in flaming fire,

I shall be safe and happy too; For then my name, like burnished gold, Shall stand on Heaven's fair shining


My joys for ever pure and new. D.F.

Personal Religion.



"They held Him by the feet, and worshipped Him."-MATT. xxviii. 9. How tender, how pure, how constant, the love of woman! Next to the love of God is hers. What ecstasies of joy "Mary Magdalene and the other Mary" felt, now that their LOVED ONE, their adorable Lord and Saviour, was restored! "They came and held Him by the feet, and worshipped Him." But, in the midst of their joy, what humility and reverence they exhibit! By His feet they held Him, while they worshipped Him. Then, JESUS IS GOD; because from these women He received and permitted worship, which belongs to God alone. They not only showed their love for Him as man, but their reverence for Him as God. They "worshipped Him." It was not a mere salutation offered and received; it was worship, due only to God-just that same worship which Peter would not allow Cornelius to offer him (Acts x. 25, 26), which the angel refused from John (Rev. xix. 10-22), and which the redeemed from among men pay to "HIM which liveth for ever and ever."-Rev. v. 19.

Who but God could do the mighty works which Jesus did— open the eyes of them that were born blind; heal all manner of sickness and disease among the people; cleanse lepers, cast out devils, calm the raging sea, and hush the stormy wind; call the dead to life, conquer death and the grave; and, in defiance of the sealed stone and the Roman watch, come forth to be worshipped by these women? Ah! these all proclaim this same Jesus to be God-the God all heaven adores, and all the earth shall one day worship.

What a foundation this lays for our faith and hope, our confidence and trust in Jesus! Oh! ye guilty, sin-burdened, trembling fellow-sinner, remember, JESUS IS GOD. You tremble to think of God; but did ever sinners, even the chief, tremble to think of Jesus? Oh, no! What sinner could, when His very enemies said of Him that He was the friend of publicans and sinners," and that "this man receiveth sinners?" Did He ever turn away any who came to Him for help and cure? Never. And if He never denied those who came seeking cure to the body only,




how much less will He turn away those who come to Him for cure of soul and spirit? If He turn you away, you will be the first He ever has, and the last He ever will reject. Hear what He says, I hate putting away." "Whosoever will, let him come; and him that cometh I will in no wise cast out." Come



unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Take Him at His word. Go right to Him. Go now. Go just as you are. Go, saying to Him, "You bade me come; you said, if I came, you would give me rest." Plead before Him His own promise; plead His past kindness and mercy to others. Fill your mouth with arguments. Put Him in remembrance. Ask, seek, “knock, and it shall be opened unto you;" for JESUS IS GOD, and cannot lie. Num. xxiii. 19.

Oh! fearful soul, here is more comfort from Jesus being Godman, the creature, broke the law-God, the Creator, fulfilled it. That shuts its mouth.

"Christ has hushed the law's loud thunder;
He has quenched Mount Sinai's flame."

The law has been magnified by "the obedience of God." It was man's blood only that justice could demand-God gave it His own blood. That sheathes its sword. These things being so, the way to God is now open; all barriers are removed, and sinners, even the chief, can come yea, are bidden to come with boldness to the mercy-seat, by the blood and righteousness of JESUS-GOD. How full and overflowing is mercy's fountain, having Jesus' righteousness—“ the righteousness of God"-as its spring and source! 66 This is the name by which He shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.' Then


66 Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,

'He'll form your hearts anew;

His Gospel and His grace have room
For sinners such as you."

JESUS IS GOD, "able to save to the uttermost all who come unto God by Him."

MORE COMFORT STILL! Jesus being God, how rich, how infinite, the merit in which the believer stands before God! Adam, thy pristine righteousness was nought to what His is now. Cherubim and seraphim, His robe casts yours into the shade, eclipsing all your glory. Not thine, but His is the " righteousness of God.", O JESUS-GOD! is this thy love to sinners, to make

them heirs of God's own righteousness? Amazing grace, O love Divine ! “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord."

How safe are His people! Ah, Noah, no safer wert thou, shut in by God into thine ark, than is every believer whose "life is hid with Christ in God." The arm that defends Him is the arm of God. JESUS-GOD says, "They shall never perish. I give to them eternal life."

Oh, how delightful to think that while we are bowing the knee to Jesus, we are worshipping the "Eternal God!" We may feel ready to envy the privilege of these devoted women, and think with what raptures of love and gratitude we would have "held Him by the feet;" but let us not forget that AS GOD He made and fulfils the promise, “Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I."

Every true Christian worships JESUS GOD as did these holy women. When burdened with a sense of sin and guilt, flees he not to Jesus' atoning blood for peace and pardon? Is not this worshipping Jesus? In temptation, trouble, and danger, he remembers Him "that was tempted," and takes refuge under His protecting wing. Is not this worshipping Jesus? In sickness, poverty, and trials, looks he not to the "Man of Sorrows," who had "not where to lay His head," and seeks his supplies from Him? Is not that worshipping Jesus? And in view of the dying hour, his desire is to die at the feet of Jesus, at His mercy-seat. Ah! is not that worshipping Jesus? There, says he, let me be found this my last act, "looking for the mercy of God my Saviour."


JESUS IS GOD. Then, Church of God, arise from the dust, put on thy beautiful garments, display thy glorious banners, sound aloud thy silver trumpets, and shout for joy in the sight of all nations!" Thy Jesus is God—" God of all the ends of the earth," God over all, King of all earth's kings, Lord over all earth's lords. Nor is the day distant when all kings of the earth shall bow down before Him," and all nations serve our JESUS-GOD, whom these devoted women "held by the feet and worshipped." Amen. Hallelujah!



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