knew why the term "Lamb of God," has been applied to the Saviour.

I am sorry to say that Aileen was unable to reply.

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'See how little your new church teaches you!' said Mabel, but since you don't know, I'll tell you how it happened that the blessed Saviour got the name. Joseph the carpenter was driving a flock of sheep before him on the road, when he spied Herod a long way off, coming as if to meet him. He knew the bad king was out hunting for the lives of the innocents, so he hid the Holy Child under his cotha more. Herod soon came up and asked Joseph what it was he was carrying under his coat, "Oh, its only a weakly lamb that I am bringing home," said the carpenter, "it's not able to walk." Then the bad king believed him and passed on, without knowing he had missed his prey. But from that day to this, the Holy Child is always called the Lamb of God.'

Such is one of the innumerable fables, which, in the absence of Holy Writ, have taken root in the minds of the uneducated poor of Connaught.

Great coat.

THE FRIEND OF IRELAND !

THE British Lion is awake!

He struggles in his den!

Shame, shame, that he should ever quake, Or quail to wicked men !

He slumbered and they o'er him threw
Their galling length of chain :
But he is roused-and, at the view
Becomes "himself again!"

Where is the Lion, of the tribe
Of Judah, once his friend?
Could he his spirit yet imbibe
This treason soon should end!

Hear us, O Lord of Hosts! 'tis thou
Can wake his mighty powers!
The crisis is approaching now!
Let victory be ours!

"Tis not with earthly foes we war,
Nor would vain strife begin;
We ask thy help to keep us far—
Far from the "Man of Sin!"

From him, who ever shut his ears,
Against thy people's cry:

And, openeth, 'gainst "the God who hears"
His mouth, in blasphemy.

Save us, dear Lord! although so late,

We bend the suppliant knee-
Preserve us from the dreadful fate
Of those who anger thee !

Oh had we trusted in thine arm,

When wicked men assailed;

Thou would'st have saved from outward harm,
And we had still prevailed!

Still, as, in happier days, when we
The honoured guardians stood,
Of that which taught us to be free
Purchased with tears of blood-

It was the charter of our lives-
Our liberties-our all-

And, whilst our love for it survives—
power can make us fall.

No

Scriptures of God! the way-the truth:

Th' illuminated page

That shines-the guiding star of youth,
The comfort of our age!

AUGUST, 1845.

L

A. Y.

"COME OUT OF HER, MY PEOPLE."

In every age of the Church since great Babylon first exalted herself against God, has this call been sounded, more or less audibly, until the era of the blessed Reformation, when all Europe echoed to the startling cry, and whole nations obeyed it. But the period had not then arrived which the signs of our times announce to be now at hand, when the full weight of Divine vengeance must fall on the seven-hilled city; and the great mart of all temporal and spiritual merchandize must be utterly burned with fire, "for strong is the Lord God that judgeth her."

We have seldom been more struck than by the coincidence of the following interesting documents, with the predicted voice of warning invitation to the dwellers in ROME. It is so remarkable, that we may safely leave it to the contemplation of our readers, whose most earnest heed we request to the appeal. We shall rejoice to be the means of awakening attention and sympathy to the subject; for it is one very nearly touching us, as a nation chosen of God to be the especial depositories of Protestant truth, the principal circulators of the Bible throughout the world :—

DEAR MADAM,

Will you grant a space in your Magazine for the purpose of directing the attention of your readers to a plan, which combines both the claims and the interest

of a Home and of a Foreign Mission. It is a Mission among the Italians in London. In the year 1841, a young lady, who felt anxious for the salvation of those poor foreigners, who are brought in such numbers within reach of the Gospel, though it had not then been brought within reach of them, made inquiries as to the possibility of inducing them to listen to the "glad tidings of great joy," but she was assured that the difficulties were so many, the vigilance of the priests so great, and the occupation of the poor Italians so incessant, as to render any such attempt useless. However, in 1842, the Agent of the London City Mission in the Saffron Hill District, entered warmly into the scheme; found a person capable of teaching reading and writing; and a small evening-school was opened three times a week for all who would come. About forty-five pupils were upon the books, and the school went on as satisfactorily as could be expected under the heavy disadvantage of a master who was ignorant of the Gospel, and of the zealous and excellent missionary being ignorant of the Italian language. The pupils, however, read the Bible and other books, and several were induced to attend a place of Protestant worship. But in 1843 was found necessary to change the master, and the Rev. Dr. di Minna, a converted Italian priest, willingly undertook the charge of the school, as a means of doing good among his benighted countrymen. On the paltry remuneration he received, it was impossible that he could devote his whole time to the work; but, in August 1844, the London City Mission finally consented to take him as their Missionary among the Italians on condition of the first promoter of the scheme defraying expense, which for one missionary amounts to £70 annually. To raise this sum in annual subscriptions of

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