Who are sowing? Those just leaving
Childhood and its sports behind:
Hearts with golden visions heaving,
Are they sowing to the wind?
If they toil, on Christ relying,
If his glory be their aim,
They may hope, with hope undying,
They shall reap immortal fame.

Who are sowing? Those expending Manhood's years for objects vain; Earth beyond, no thought extending, What shall be their future gain? Who are sowing? Those still clinging To the dregs of life misspentTares around their footsteps springing, Earnest of their doom present.

Who are sowing? who are sowing? Children, manhood, youth, and age, And the scattered seeds are growing, Putting forth at every stage; All along life's pathway springing, Bearing fruit, or flower, or weed, On the air their odour flinging, Either for our bane or need.

Soon will dawn the day of reaping-
Soon the gathering time will come,
When each seed, its promise keeping,
All shall bear their harvest home.
May my soul at last be gathered,
Jesus, with thy garnered wheat;
Then, through everlasting ages,
I shall worship at thy feet.

THE FAREWELL LINES.

"I FOUND on her bed some lines feebly traced with a pencil, and asked her what they were. 'Oh,' she said, 'I was only trying to write some farewell words, in the shape of a little hymn; if you will be so good as to bring a pencil, mother, I can dictate them to you, for I am too feeble to write.' I did as she desired, and with little or no hesitation she repeated, as I wrote, these lines now so precious to us.

'Tis hard to part, 'tis hard to part;

But Oh, ye would not have me stay,
When Jesus calls me to depart,
And I so long to fly away.

He calls me to my blessed home;
O come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

My loved ones, check the mourning tear,
I cannot, must not linger here;
For though from this fair earth I go,
My resting-place is not below.
Seraphs, spread your wings and fly,
Waft, O waft me to the sky.

And when ye kneel upon the ground
Beside the spot where I shall lie,
Ye'll find an angel hovering round,
And pointing upward to the sky :
He says, "Why mourn ye by this tomb?
Your darling's in her upper home.
Then ye must upward look, and view
My little spirit far above;

I shall look down to smile on you,
And whisper of my Saviour's love.
There's room for all on Jesus' breast,
Then follow me to his sweet rest."

WHO MADE THE FLOWERS?

CHILD.

MOTHER, Who made the pretty flowers
That blossom everywhere?
The daisies and forget-me-nots,
And violets so fair?

Who made the golden buttercups,
That in the meadows grow?
The bright-eyed little innocence,
And lilies white as snow.

Who made the wild red columbines,
And filled each tiny cup

With honey, which the little bees
So daintily sip up?

Who made the fragrant clover-fields,
That drink the summer showers?
It must have taken very long
To make so many flowers.

Mother, who keeps the flowers alive,
And clothes them every day?
Who watches over them by night,
To keep all harm away?

MOTHER.

'Twas God, my child, who formed the flowers,

So exquisitely fair,

And they, with all his hand hath made,

His kind protection share.

He formed each leaf and opening bud,

With skill so nice and true,

God shields the tender flowers by night,
And cares for them by day;

He giveth to each different plant
Its beautiful array.

He sends the soft refreshing rain,
The gentle summer showers,
And light, and air, and falling dew,
He giveth to the flowers.

'Tis the same God who formed the flowers,
Makes my sweet child his care;
Then daily raise thine infant heart
To him in grateful prayer.

THE RAINBOW.

WHEN on the vernal plain

Spring's genial showers descend,
And sunbeams with the glitt'ring rain
Their golden radiance blend;

The covenant rainbow spring's to view,
Deep glowing with her seven-fold hue.

Thus when the sinner's tears

From deep repentance flow,

A gladd'ning sunshine o'er his fears
The smiles of Jesus throw;

The bow of promise shines in Heaven-
He looks, and sees his sins forgiven.

CURIOUS CLOCK AT STRASBURGH.

AT Strasburg there is a clock of all others the most famous, invented by Conradius Dasipodius, in the year 1571. Before the clock stands a globe on the ground, showing the motions of the heavens, stars, and planets. The heavens are carried about by the first mover in twentyfour hours. Saturn, by his proper motion, is carried about in thirty years; Jupiter in twelve; Mars in two; the Sun, Mercury, and Venus, in one year; and the Moon in one month. In the clock itself there are two tables on the right and left hand, showing the eclipses of the sun and moon from the year 1573 to the year 1624. The third table in the middle, is divided into three parts. In the first part the statues of Apollo and Diana shew the course of the year, and the day thereof, being carried about in one year; the second part shews the year of our Lord, and the equinoctial days, the hours of each day, the minutes of each hour, Easter day, and all other feasts, and the dominical letter. The third part hath the geographical description of all