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THE MISSIONARY. My soul is not at rest. There comes a

 strange And secret whisper to my spirit, like A dream of night, that tells me I am on Enchanted ground. Why live here = Of God are on me, and may moi stop To play with earthly shadows, or pluck

 earthly flowers Till l ny work have done, and render

 ed tip Account. The voice ofmy departed Lorl, .sGo feach oil netions," from the eastern

 world, Comes on tine night air, and awakes my

 ear.

 Ane I ioiH gos I may not longer doub. To give up friends, and home and idol

 hopes, And every tender tie that binds my heart To thee, my country. Why should re-

 gard Earth's little store of borrowed sweeta

 sure Have had enough of bitter in my cup To show that never vas 1t His design Who placed me here, that I should live at

 ease, Or drink at pleasnre's fountain. Hence

 forth, then, 1t matters not If storm or sunshine be My earthly iot-bitter or sweet my cup; only pray, God if me for the work, God make me holy and my spirit nerve For the stern hour of strife. Let me but

 know There IS an arm unseen that holds me up, An eye that kindly watches all my path, Till my weary pilgrimage have done-- Let me but know 1 have friend that waits To welcome me to glory, and I joy 5-ao tread the dark and deatil-fraaght will

 derness.

 Ard when l come to stretch me for the

 last, In unattended agony, beneath The cocoa's shade, or lift my dY1ng eyes From Afric s burning sand 1t will be sweet frat nave toiied for other worlds than

 this. II know 1 shall feel happier than to lie On softer bed. fad if should reach

 heaven, If one that has so deeply, darkly sinned-- If one whom ruin and revolt have held With such a fearful grasp--if one for whom Satan hath struggled as s.he hath for me, Should reach that blessed shore, Oh how This heart will flame with gratitude and

 love; And through the ages of eternal years Thus saved, my spirit never sliaIl repent That toll and suffering once were mine be-

 low.