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1 AOOhS DuuoAlCu1 at tlIuG SCOHC IFaised my head, and turned to where he pointed it was to the window opposite his bed, from whence was seen glorious sunset.

 "I see it." replied I, ;" I see it, and hate its beams.''

 He sighed deeply. "You hate all light, Dunallen; you fly from it, and, in flying from it you fly from the only source of hap piness for mind in darkness must be a wretched one. My friend, will you never believe me!''

 1T do believe you, Churchill; ;. do be- Iieve that dark, gloomy, and guilty mind must be wretched. I must believe it, be- cause l feel it; but you never knew it, Churchill. You may love that light which you yourself resemble. Your path hath shone, in the language of your scripture, brighter and brighter to the perfect day. and must, like that sun set in glory, without knowing the misery of guilt or the impos- sibility of returning from it.''

 "Do you really think me so perfect, Dun allen ?''

 "I do from my soul, Churchill. You surely have no fears-no dread, If there is God, he must reward life like yours with the purest bliss.'

 "Stop, my friend, you shock me-" ex- claimed Churchill let me tell you why have no fear-no dread-for my soul is in perfect peace, not as you suppose from any consciousness of innocence. Had noth- ing but that, or even the highest degree of perfection to which any human being ever attained, should not feel myself in state to enter the presence of that Being whose character is described in revelation. Our ideas of perfection, my dear Dunallen, are miserably low and erroneous. We form them from comparing our hearts and lives with those pure laws which revelation tea ches are the only standard of perfection. Tothat standard which reaches the thoughts and motives of the inmost recesses of the heart, no being ever obtained.

 "My heart and life, my dear Dunallen, cannot bear to be tried by that standard, and from such trial I would shrink with out ray of hope.

 "No heart, no life, can bear it but his, who descended from Heaven, and took our na- ture, that he might in our place fulfil, in heart and life, every precepr of that alIper- feet law. He it is, Dunallen-He who of- fers his salvation to you-to me--to all who ask it; who while on earth, used this style of reproach: sYe will not come unto me, that ye may have life.' He it is in whom all my trust-all my hopes of happiness, & of complete freedom from every taint of moral impurity. long to learn that state, Dunallen; long to put off this weak ,sin- full, dark mortality, which separates my soul from him who is near me, and around me, and within me; Him, whom having not seen, love, and feel joy in loving that is unspeakable "

 l, He seemed lost in his own feelings, and his fine countenance looked more than hu- nlan.

 "Can this be delusion 2" thought Las gazed at him and he soon recollected him. self.

 Dunallen,' said he, do you still admire the morality ofthe New Testament

 "I do, Churchill,

 "And his Character who is there descri- bed ?''

 "Most assuredly do."

 "Then answer me caDdidly, ,why are you not Christian

 "I hesitated. I do not say, Churchill, that l am not a Christian but, indeed, if the morality of the New Testament is ne- cessary to being one, l may fairly own, ,that to me, it is impracticable."

 Itis necessary ,my friend. but it is so as an effect: the great end of christianity is to purify the heart, to renovate the powers of the sou, l,and to give new principle of life; but we must believe in Him who is the source of this principle of life we must come to him to receive it, before we can obey the pure principles of Christianity i; just (as he himself illustrates the subject as the branch must receive nourishment from the vine before it can produce fruit. If you really believe in Him,you must love him but the love and obedience are his gifts.

 "My dear Churchill" replied I, "I wish from my .inmost soul could compre- bend you, but l do not, cannot, and you are exhausted, (for hectic flush glowed on his cheek, and he spake with some diff ficulty.) Spare yourself,my dearest friend i; just prescribe to me: promise to do eve ry thing you desire me, if being so weak T Il A