OBITUARY.I walked abroad ooe morning fair, When odors sweetly balmed the air, The birds their artless notes did sing To welcome in the cheerful spring.Surveying nature all around,The scene with wonder did abound.But while my ravish eyes thus were charmed,An inward voice my soul alarmed.Could you all nature comprehend, You’d better learn to know your eud, These beauties which you now survey, Will, like yourself, soou pass away.But death is not alone your doom,To judgement you must shortly come, When hills and valleys all are fled, Where will you hide your guilty head?Black horrows seize my frighted soul, And billows of woe did over me roll.I fell and almost lost my breath,I thought I soon should siuk in death.The birds from spray to spray Were hymning praises all the day,In artless anthems to their God,While I iay withering in my blood.Thus trembling over a gulf I lay.But dare not move my lips to pray.I had provoked a dreadful God,And trampled on a Saviour’s blood.To ray amazement and surprise,I saw a cloud ascend the skies,And iu the midst n fairer one Than any of the sons of men.His curly locks were snowy while,IIis garments far exceeding light.The sun grew pale before his face,His feet were as burnished brass.other way we can lend our presence to a noble cause.Parents need not expect children to go to Sunday school unless tliev lead the way. Let us ail work while it is day, for the night cometh when no man can work. w“I don’t care to go” is the cause of so many bad men and women in the land. If everybody would go to Church and Sunday school there would be less crime, fewer bad men and women. If you would go to church and go right up to the preacher, and listen to what he says, there would be one less witness to the ungodly conduct of the man who has nolove for you or anyone else.» •»Wake up before it is everlastingly too late.M. J. Seay.He spake and brightness shone around, He says he lias a ransom found,I’ve bought 30m* pardon on the tree, And come to sst the prisoner free.My heart rebounded like a roe And glory in my soul did flow.My sins were gone and I was free.My Saviour loved and died tor me.I leaped and shouted out aloud,And longed for wiugs to reach the clouds,To embrace my Saviour in my arms And geze forever 011 his charms.The above hvmn was the choice ofS. S. ReynoMs, of Hall countv, HaHe says it suited his convictions and •*he dreamed a tune for it which he did sing to this hymn, and by it we renumber him, who died June 30th,1891. He was 89 years old when he*died, conscious of all his surroundings and prepared to meet death, having Wen a consistent member of the Baptist church for a number of years. Mr. Reynolds was a Christian man whose example we all might follow.J. H. Brooks.Vote As You Pray.There is one serious disadvantage about stereotyped phrases—this,namely, that people come tc use them in a thoughtless and unintelligentway. So used, they arc nothing better than “a sounding brass or a tinkling cvinbal.?’ The one that headsO *this article has had much currency in recent years, lvightly interpreted, itcan he objected to by nobody. We have always given it our fullest assent. But we are sure that it is often made to hear a meaning whieh is repugnant t » sound sense.As one of the acts that a Christian man is called upon to perform, voting comes under the same law as otheracts. St. Paul teaches us that whether we eat or drink, or whaler we do, we should do all to the glory of God. In his controversy with the late Cardinal Newman, Mr. Gladstone elaborated this thought mostbeautifully, as follows: “I care not to* 7ask if there he any dregs and tatters• uof human life that can escape theAdvice to Old and Young.[The following communication has been in this office for some time, but has been unintentionally overlooked.WWe hope the writer will excuse our seeming neglect.—Er.]Parents, where are your children on Sunday? Husbands, where are your wives? Wives, where are your husbands ? Children, where are your parents on God’s day'? Why are you not at Sunday school and preaching? You say that )'cu have no clothes to wear or that you have no way to go. These things are not sufficient excuse. God does not criticise your dress nor the way by which you reach His house, and he that does criticise is of the evil one, and to him you need pay no attention.Some people don't go to church because, they say, they can’t stand the noise of the organ—makes them nervous, and the preacher talks so loud it gives them the headache; yet, you find these same parties at minstrel shows and on the streets or public highways in crowds cracking smutty jokes or listening to boisterous and animated discussions of week-day topics on Sunday. Others think that it is more profitable to go fishing and chew’ tobacco. And others say: WI don’t feel like going to-day. I’ll stay .at home and rest, and I've got to go over the way and see Mr. So and So on a little matter of business. I wan t him to work w ith me next week, or I want to make a trade with him. I’ll go to Sunday school and preaching next Sunday.”Let us go to Sunday school, father,mother, brother, sister, all, and take part, join a class, and help in every way possible. If we can’t help in anydescription and boundary of ‘morals.’ I submit that duty a power that rises with us in the morning and goes to rest with us at night. It is coextensive with the action of our intelligence. Jt is the shadow which cleaves to us, go w here we will, and which only leaves us when we leave the light of life.”Voting is certainly a matter for Serious and conscientious consider:! lion. That we ought to vote as we pray is axiomatic. But wliat does this mean, except that we ought always to cast our ballots in such a wavW %Jas, according to our honest judgment,will most fully promote the welfare ofhuman soviet v and advance the inter-«•ests of the kingdom of Christ? Herein is ample scope for the exercise of impartial judgment. Questions of duty are rarely ever as simple as in addition or subtraction. God has purposely made them complex. That