Yes, even in the wilds of Africa, or burn. ing plains of India, she smooths the rough path of life with her smiles-forgets that she is the victim and slave of man's caprice, and generously watches over him in sickness, and rejoices with him in health. Her savage lord feels her influence, while he ungratefully denies her the privileges of her weakness, loads her with toil, yet cannot shut his heart wholly against the conviction, that he were a brute without her.

If woman's influence be thus felt, where it is not even acknowledged; what is it in Christian lands, where her rights are recognized, where she enjoys a full share of freedom; where her only fetters are those of affection, her only place of captivity the endeared walls of her home; to which sweet prison the social ties bind her with a seven-fold chain ?

Christianity has raised woman from the dust. The beams of the gospel have melted the adamantine fetters that bound her. She is no longer a slave, but a fellowsubject and servant of the Lord. A sharer of all man's privileges ; a joint heir of his immortal hopes; a participator in the comforts of this life; and an inheritor of the glorious promises of the next.

In return for these Christian privileges, it is the duty of Woman to exert her influence for His service, who has brought her out of bondage and darkness, into the "glorious liberty of the children of God." Let her not say, How can a creature so weak promote the glory of Him whom the "heaven of heavens cannot contain ?"—of Him, who "charges his angels with folly ?" Fear not, doubtful one! He who formed thee with feebler powers than man, can

make thy weakness strong.

rowful?

Art thou sor

Say not, "Was ever sorrow like unto my sorrow?" But remember Him, who was made sorrowful for thee; upon whom the burden of thy sins was laid. Imitate his example: enter the abodes of misery; wipe away the tears of the mourner; and thou wilt dry thine own. Art thou among the wealthy and high-born daughters of the land? Dispose of thy superfluous riches among the poor and needy, and the blessing of those that were ready to perish shall descend upon thy head. Let the influence of thy example sway the minds of all beneath thee; inclining their hearts to enter into covenant with that God whom thou worshippest in sincerity and truth. Art thou unable to give alms? Thy offering may yet be very precious in the sight of the Lord of Hosts. The compassionate tear, the prayer of the

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poor
destitute, whom thy hand would open
to relieve, were it able; the good word
spoken in due season; these are all accep-
table in the eyes of Him, who knoweth
the secret wishes of thy heart. To the
mourner, the voice of pity, speaking com-
fort in the name of a Saviour, beareth
balm; and cold and blunted must be that
bosom to which the sympathy of woman is
not dearer than gold or silver. Go on,
Christian female! rejoicing in the path set
before thee. Be grateful for thy high pri-
vileges; and, like the holy women of old,
follow the blessed footsteps of thy crucified
Lord; and bid him who smiles at woman's
weakness,—

"Peruse the sacred volume-Him who died
Her kiss betray'd not, nor her tongue denied ;
Even when the Apostles left Him to his doom,
She linger'd round His cross, and watch'd His
tomb."

J. M. S.

THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.

BY MISS M. L. BEAVOR.

"Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his !"

SPEAK out, speak out, pale friends! O let

me hear

My certainty of death

From your own seal'd lips:

hour is near

When I must yield my breath.

Say, the

Speak, and confirm all that I've learn'd

from them

Who ever talk with me;

The bright in brow, the starr'd in diadem, Whom but the dying see!

Nay, 'tis no dream; and, beyond utt'rance, throng

Sensations o'er my soul,