THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND.
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BY J. MONTGOMERY. M

 Matt. xxv. 35-4O. A A poor wayfaring man of grief .g Hath often crossed me oR my way, Who sued so humbly for reiief, -e That could never answer N0y: had not power to ask his name, Whither he went or whence he came, Yet there was something in his eye That won my loye-I know not why. Once when my scanty meal was spread, @ He entered: not a word he spake: Just perishing for want of bread; gave him all; he blessed 1t, brake, And ate, but gave me part again; Mine was an angei's portion then, And while fed with eager haste, The crust was mama to my taste. spied him where fountain burst Clear from the rock: his strength was gone; The needless water mock d his thirst He heard it, saw it thurrying on; ran and raised the sufferer up, Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, Dipt, and returned 1t, running o'er; drank, and never thirsted more. Twas night, the floods were out, it blew A winter hurricane aloof; heard his voice abroad, and flew 4e To bid him welcome to my roof; 4gssa warmed, clothed, cheered my guest, laid him on my couch to rest, Then made the earth my bed, and seemed In Eden's garden while dreamed. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, l found him by the highway side; reused his pulse, brought back his breath, Reyieed his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed; 2 --I had, myself, wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart. In prison saw hiau next-cOndemned To meet a traitors doom at morn: The tide of lying tone eues lstemmed, And honored him 'midst shame and scorn. My friendships utmost zeal to- try, He asked-ifI for him would die; The flesh was weak, my blood run chill, But the free Spirit cried, "I will" Then, in moment, to my view, The stranger darted from disguise; The tokens in his hands knew; My SAVIOUR stood before mine eyes, He spake, and my poor name he named-- "Of me thou hast not been ashamed; These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thon didst them unto me-" she0ieLd, Eng. Dec.