making in the bereaved heart yet beating, a little heaven on earth. I love to believe it is a foregleam of the blessed immortality that awaits us all beyond the confines of time and sense here below. Faith pictures the family-circle re-forming on the thither bank of the poetic stream of death, and awaiting our coning. These are hallowed and thrilling remembrances, that, cherished, make us better and happier men and women. I am happy while I call them up. I lived through back-woods life, and here reproduce from memory a few of the old stanzas and choruses that were sung by religious people everywhere in the West sixty years ago:

"What happy children who follow Jesus,
Into the house of prayer and praise;
And join in union, while love increases,
Resolved this way to spend our days.

Although we're hated by the world and Satan,
By the flesh, and such as know not God,
Yet happy moments and joyful seasons
We ofttimes find on Canaan's road."

"The people called Christians have many things to tell,
About the land of Canaan, where saints and angels dwell;
But Sin, that dreadful ocean, compasses them around,
While its tide still divides them from Canaan's happy ground.”

"Saw ye my Savior! saw ye my Savior!

Saw ye my Savior and God?

O he died on Calvary, to atone for you and me,
And to purchase our pardon he bled."

"From the regions of love, lo an angel descended,
And told the strange news, how the babe was attended;
Go, shepherds, and worship this wonderful stranger;
See yonder bright star, there's your God in a manger.
Hallelujah to the lamb, who has purchased our pardon,
We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan."

"O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine;

For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign;
Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love,
Nothing richer possessed by the angels above."

"Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,

Who are oppressed sore,

Ye trav❜lers through the wilderness,

To Canaan's peaceful shore:

Through chilling winds and beating rain,

The waters deep and cold,

And enemies surrounding you,

Take courage and be bold."

"Come, my soul, and let us try,

For a little season,

Every burden to lay by,

Come, and let us reason.

What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known,
Speaking may relieve you."

"The gospel's joyful sound.

Is music in my ears;
In Jesus I have found

Relief from all my fears;

Darkness to light does now give place,
And all things wear another face."

Begone, unbelief, my Savior is near,
And for my relief will surely appear;

By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform ;
With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm."

"Drooping soul no longer grieve;

Heaven is propitious;

If on Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious."

"Don't you see my Jesus coming,

Don't you see him in yonder cloud,
With ten thousand angels around him,
See how they do my Jesus crowd;
I'll arise and go and meet him;
He'll embrace me in his arms;

In the arms of my dear Jesus,

O there is ten thousand charms."

"Savior, visit thy plantation;

Grant us, Lord, a gracious reign;
All will come to desolation,

Unless thou return again.

Lord revive us,

All our help must come from thee."

"Hail the blest morn when the Great Mediator, Down from the regions of glory descend; Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,

Lo! for your guide the bright angels attend. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star in the East the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer was laid."

CHORUSES.

"Ho every one that thirsts,

Come ye to the waters;

Freely drink and quench your thirst,
As Zion's sons and daughters."

"We'll walk about Jerusalem;

We'll walk about Jerusalem;
We'll walk about Jerusalem,

When we arrive at home."

"And I'll sing hallelujah,

And glory be to God on high,

And we'll all sing hallelujah,

There's glory beaming through the sky."

"For the good old way is the righteous way, And we'll march along in the good old way."