sanctuary which His hand has established." There "Jehovah-Jesus shall reign for ever and ever," and there "they shall reign with Him." The long silence of the grave shall be exchanged for the ceaseless ever-new songs of Moses and the Lamb. Sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed gloriously. Who is like unto Jehovah among the gods? Who is like unto Him, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders? He has ransomed us from the power of the grave. He has redeemed us from death. He has swallowed up death in life. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be to Him who has given us the victory. Salvation to our God and to the Lamb, for ever and ever. To Him who loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood; to Him be glory and honor for ever and ever. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, slain for us. Hallelujah!" And again and again the great multitude, with a voice as of many waters and mighty thunderings, shall shout "Hallelujah!" And none in all the happy company will sing more sweetly than the little children.

Then, indeed, shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise."

THE LIGHT THAT RADIATES AROUND THE IN

FANT'S TOMB.

REV. DR. CHALMERS, EDINBURGH.

THE following is an extract from Dr. Chalmers's Lectures on the Romans, chap. iv. 9-15:

This affords, we think, something more than a dubious glimpse into the question that is often put by a distracted mother when her babe is taken away from her, when all the converse it ever had with the world amounted to the gaze upon it of a few months, or a few opening smiles which marked the dawn of felt enjoyment; and ere it had reached perhaps the lisp of infancy, it, all unconscious of death, had to wrestle through a period of sickness with his power, and at length to be overcome by him. Oh, it little knew what an interest it had created in that home where it was so passing a visitant; nor, when carried to its early grave, what a tide of emotion it would raise among the few acquaintance it left behind! On it, too, baptism was impressed as a seal, while as a sign it was never falsified. There was no positive unbelief in its little bosom; no resistance yet put forth to the truth; no love at all for the darkness rather than the light; nor had

it yet fallen into that great condemnation which will attach to all who perish because of unbelief, that their deeds are evil. It is interesting to know that God instituted circumcision for the infant children of Jews, and at least suffered baptism for the infant children of those who profess Christianity. Should the child die in infancy, the use of baptism as a sign has never been thwarted by it; and may we not be permitted to indulge a hope so pleasing, as that the use of baptism as a seal remains in all its entireness, that He who sanctioned the affixing of it to a babe will fulfil upon it the whole expression of this ordinance? And when we couple with this the known disposition of our great Forerunner the love that He

manifested to children on earth- how He suffered them to approach His person- and lavishing endearment and kindness upon them in the streets of Jerusalem, told His disciples that the presence and company of such as these in heaven formed one ingredient of the joy that was set before Him-tell us if Christianity do not throw a pleasing radiance around an infant's tomb? And should any parent who hears us feel softened by the touching remembrance of a light that twinkled a few short months under his roof, and at the end of its little period expired, we cannot think that we

venture too far when we say that he has only to persevere in the faith, and in the following of the gospel, and that very light will again shine upon him in heaven. The blossom which withered here upon its stalk has been transplanted there to a place of endurance, and it will then gladden that eye which now weeps out the agony of an affection that has been sorely wounded; and in the name of Him, who, if on earth, would have wept along with them, do we bid all believers present to sorrow not even as others which have no hope, but to take comfort in the thought of that country where there is no sorrow and no separation.

"Oh, when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,

Hath she not then, for pains and fears—
The day of woe, the watchful night —
For all her sorrow, all her tears

An over-payment of delight?”

JOHN BROWN AND HIS LITTLE GRAVES.

DAVID PAE, EDINBURGH.

IN the churchyard, and in matters connected with it, John Brown seemed quite a different man from what he was anywhere else. Genial, free, and hearty in his own house and the village, he was grave and taciturn in the dis

charge of his funeral duties, and watched over the place of tombs with a jealous care. This part of his character no one could read but the parish minister: he alone had the key to it. The secret, however, was this. The deepest affections of his soul centred on the enclosed two acres, which he had tended for twenty years. He regarded it with a pride and even a love, as great as, and very similar to, that with which an enthusiastic gardener looks upon his domain, and cherishes its floral treasures. Every new-made grave was to John like a flower which he had planted, and it was added in his memory to the many hundreds which covered the surface of the enclosure; to be thought of and cherished according to the degee of respect and reverence which the sexton had for its inmate. As a gardener has his favorite flowers, so John had his favorite graves, and spent additional time on their adornment. Hence one grave might be seen with a smooth velvet turf, and a flower or two blooming upon it, while those surrounding it were covered with rank masses of grass; thus, by looking at any one grave, it could be known what was the state of John's feelings towards the mouldering dust beneath. His professional love was particularly lavished on the little ones. For the children's graves he had a peculiar affection