lentiful fountain of tears. And if to us, with cold earts, and knowledge but very limited; with feelings oo much blunted by worldliness; or emotions inflated with vanity. What must have been the case with the lessed Saviour; Whose sensibilities were extreme; Whose knowledge was perfect; and Whose love was oundless?

Neither men, nor angels, can fathom the depth of eeling, which stirred the sacred heart of Jesus, as He eheld the city, and wept over it.

But we must return. It will not do to be absent Onger from our homes and hearths. We have chilren that demand our care; and servants, and neigh-ours, and friends. From the scene we have witnessed, rom the subject we have thought on, let us draw ome practical lessons, that may serve to confirm us, n our adherence to Him, whose tears we trace, and hose salvation we implore.

It was over hard and stubborn hearts, that Jesus ept. Over privileges abused, and mercies despised. ver pride and hypocrisy, in the professing people of od. And have we none of these here? Oh! would hat I could think so!

Jerusalem had strengthened herself in rebellion gainst God. Had accumulated from generation to eneration, a heavy weight of wrath, for the day of engeance. She had formed her character, and would ot reform.

And what do I see before me now? Faces lighted up with intelligent attention, and demure with sober piety? These alone? Servants of God, Christians, followers and disciples of Christ, Catholics, holding, firm as life, the faith once delivered unto the saints. Protestants, casting off with disgust the meretricious ornaments of the Whore of Babylon? Only these? Let me come nearer to you. Let me in through the portals of your senses, to behold the temple of your souls. Alas! Alas! there are sinful chambers of imagery. There are courts of idolatry. There are forges of lies, under the whited sepulchres of an outward profession. (Oh! deny it not, 'twill but make bad, worse.)

That tradesman has been at his books, since we began our Christian worship. He has made sundry calculations; and, in consequence, made gaps in his prayers. Mind you, covetousness is idolatry. This is the abomination of desolation, in the holy place of his nature. Will no one weep here? Does not Jesus weep? Come now make a trade of religion; and, although you may not perhaps put corruptible things, such as silver and gold, into your coffers; you shall find that godliness with contentment is great gain; and you shall lay up in store for yourselves a good foundation, against the time to come, and lay hold on eternal life. Good security for your confidence! There is no bankruptcy in heaven!

That farmer has been walking across his farm but ust now. He has been calculating what he shall gain y that field of wheat. Or how that flock of sheep will turn out. Or the draining mend his pasturage. Oh! remember that religion is the best husbandry ; nd the soil of our nature most needful to cultivate. Think of the harvest at the end of the world; and he mighty crop which thought, words, feelings, and ther seeds, sown in time, will produce in eternity.

That woman has bethought her, even in this holy lace, of the material and fashion of her ornaments, nd attire; and perhaps, of her fellow-worshippers' lso. She spends more time, it may be, before the lass, in adjusting the different items of her apparel, rnamenting the body, than she does before the glass f the gospel, adorning her soul.

Fashion is the handmaid of vanity; and by many hifts and changes she keeps up a continual attention, nd allures from better pursuits. Be not enslaved hereby. In a short time the prim and set fashion f the shroud and winding sheet, shall be thy only lothing. Put on therefore the ornament of a meek nd quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God, of great rice-dress your soul!

But why do I single out these; and let so many thers pass through the meshes of my gospel net. They are specimens. They are representations of hany. They are model men and women. They beong to normal schools.

I do not wish to offend; a louder voice than mine speaks up, even the voice of conscience. Hearken !— "Come now, preacher, and bepreached; you, in the pulpit; and you, in the pews. Does not sin defile you all? Is not your memory clogged with its defilements; and even your hopes blurred with its blight? Does not your every-day experience testify, that sin is present, as the air; terrible, as the plague ? And whether you go to the fountain opened for its cleansing; or betake you to the broken cisterns of your own construction; it is the very thing that made the Saviour weep? Oh! yes; it was over you that Jesus wept. For you He lived. Go to Him. Go to Him; and be This is the voice of conscience.

For you He died.
saved!”

That faithful mon-
What say you,

itor. That friend of God and man. my brethren, what say you about His advice? Shall I return an answer for you, as well as myself?—Yes?

"Conscience! What Ho! What Ho! We will! We will! betake ourselves to Christ; the preacher and his hearers; one and all."

To whom else can we go, Blessed Saviour? Thou hast the words of eternal life; and we believe, and are sure, that Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Blessed.

The Weak Strengthened.