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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.
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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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
My certainty of death
From your own seal'd lips:
hour is near
When I must yield my breath.
Speak, and confirm all that I've learn'd
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,