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Vol. 6. 
- JULY, 1885. 
No. 7, 
OVER THE RIVER. 
BY MRS. LUCY DEWEY CLAY. 
I sjfc by the side of the boatman pale, 
And we glide o’er the waters cold and dark 
out i scarce can tell where our journey lies 
see .with my earth-dimmed eyes 
lnrough the mist that surrounds our barque 
Our mystic barque. 
Oh, why do the waters surge and foam 
And why is the spray so damp and chill— 
1 shiver and shrink with a nameless fear 
At my throbbing heart, when lo! I hear 
A gentle whisper, “Be still. 
Peace, peace, be still!” 
Tis my Saviour’s voice, I know it so well 
Its tones so tender and full of love • 
It calmeth the waters, it calmeth my fears 
sol V * s thrilled with joy, as it hears 
That gentle voice from above, 
That voice of love. 
And lo! a light on the farther shore 
Sends over the wave its warm, bright 
And as swiftly and smoothly on we glide 
I can see bright forms on the other side ’ 
And hear sweet songs of praise, 
Oh, songs of praise. 
rays, 
With a smile I turn to the boatman pale— 
What transformation is this I see? 
A radiant being, a form divine, 
On whose brow resplendent glories shine 
With his arm encircles me— 
Close holdeth me. 
Oh, glory, oh bliss! this heavenly guide 
My spirit to bear to the land of rest; 
Let Jordan’s wild billows around me roll 
For soon I know my enraptured soul 
Will lean on Jesus’ breast, 
His loving breast. 
And soon our boat touches the shining strand 
And is safely moored on the golden shore ’ 
And songs of welcome ring far and wide, 
For another soul from earth’s stormy tide 
Is safe forevermore; 
Yes, evermore. 
The Danger of the Smallest Devi¬ 
ation from Truth Illustrated. 
When I was at B-, I took a walk 
one morning in the park, accompanied by 
a friend. We chanced to pass a summer¬ 
house, in which were seated two young 
and beautiful females, the one in deep 
mourning, with her handkerchief to her 
eyes, the other in morning negligee, draw¬ 
ing figures upon the sand with the point of 
her parasol. Neither of them observed us. 
‘Do you know those ladies?’ said I to my 
friend. ‘O, yes! he replied; ‘she in mourn¬ 
ing is the widow of captain B-, and 
the other is the countess of S-. They 
have been friends from their childhood, 
but affliction has now united them more 
closely than ever.” My curiosity was ex¬ 
cited ; we sat down upon a bench, and he 
related what follows;— 
Emily and Laura were educated together. 
They were of the same rank and age, and 
both equally amiable. The only difference 
between them consisted in Emily’s wealth 
and Laura’s poverty. Both, however, were 
rich in qualities of the mind and heart, and 
in due time both attracted admirers. 
Among other young men who were intro¬ 
duced to their notice, was captain B_. 
He was more indebted to the kindness of 
nature, who had given him a handsome 
verson and the sweetest disposition, than to 
ortune, who had been more sparing of her 
