ST. ANDREW'S DAY.

He first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We have found the Messias; and he brought him unto Jesus. St. John i. 42.

WHEN brothers part for manhood's race,

What gift may most endearing prove

To keep fond memory in her place,
And certify a brother's love?

'Tis true, bright hours together told,
And blissful dreams in secret shar'd,

Serene or solemn, gay or bold,

Shall last in fancy unimpair'd.

Even round the death-bed of the good
Such dear remembrances will hover,

And haunt us with no vexing mood

When all the cares of earth are over.

But yet our craving spirits feel,

We shall live on, though Fancy die,

And seek a surer pledge—a seal

Of love to last eternally.

Who art thou, that would'st grave thy name Thus deeply in a brother's heart?

Look on this saint, and learn to frame Thy love-charm with true Christian art.

First seek thy Saviour out, and dwell
Beneath the shadow of his roof,

Till thou have scann'd his features well,
And known Him for the Christ by proof;

Such proof as they are sure to find,

Who spend with him their happy days, Clean hands, and a self-ruling mind Ever in tune for love and praise.

Then, potent with the spell of heaven,
Go, and thine erring brother gain,

Entice him home to be forgiven,

Till he, too, see his Saviour plain.

Or, if before thee in the race,

Urge him with thine advancing tread, Till, like twin stars, with even pace

Each lucid course be duly sped.

No fading frail memorial give

To soothe his soul when thou art gone, But wreaths of hope for aye to live,

And thoughts of good together done.

That so, before the judgment-seat,

Though chang'd and glorified each face, Not unremember'd ye may meet

For endless ages to embrace.

ST. THOMAS' DAY.

Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they

that have not seen, and yet have believed. St. John xx. 29.

WE were not by when Jesus came“,

But round us, far and near,
We see his trophies, and his name

In choral echoes hear.

In a fair ground our lot is cast,

As in the solemn week that past,

While some might doubt, but all ador'd',

Ere the whole widow'd Church had seen her risen

Lord.

Slowly, as then, His bounteous hand

The golden chain unwinds,

a St. John xx. 24. Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when Jesus came.

b St. Matt. xxviii. 17. When they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted.

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Drawing to Heaven with gentlest band
Wise hearts and loving minds.

Love sought him first-at dawn of morn©
From her sad couch she sprang forlorn,
She sought to weep with Thee alone,

And saw thine open grave, and knew that Thou wert

To search the SAVIOUR'S tomb;
Faith faster runs, but waits without,

As fearing to presume

Till Reason enter in, and trace

Christ's relics round the holy place

"Here lay His limbs, and here His sacred head, "And who was by, to make his new-forsaken bed?”

Both wonder, one believes-but while

They muse on all at home,

No thought can tender Love beguile
From Jesus' grave to roam.

St. Mary Magdalen's visit to the sepulchre.

d St. Peter and St. John.