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weak; undertake for me!" Or, "Father, I am tired; carry

me."

3.

Or refolutely shut your Eyes and mentally hum fome flow, lulling Tune," Rouffeau's Dream," for Inftance, to fuch Words as "JESUS only! JESUS Only! all my Cares I caft on Him!" till your Senfes clofe in Sleep like a fhutting Flower.

4.

Or to the old Round of "O, why to be happy," mentally fing,

Take

Take no Thought for the Morrow,
your Sorrow cast off,
Sufficient each Day is the Evil
thereof.

5.

Or to "Silent, O Moyle, be the Roar of thy Waters," fing (in Spirit, that is; as if in Anfwer to thy troubled Soul's Complaint,

iii. 1.

"I fought Him, but I found Cant. Him not"),

Why didst thou seek me, foolish

Woman,

In the Paths I hate and fhun?

Couldst thou think I would forfake

thee,

Trembling, fearful, dearest one!

6.

Or stay yourself upon " JESUS, the Author and Finisher of our Faith "-till, by mere Affociation of Ideas, the fingle Word " JESUS" is found sufficient.

These Aids have been proven to supply the Place of Opium.

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URING the fearful Hur

ricane of the Fourteenth of November, 1854, the Royal Mail Steamer Avon was lying in the outer Anchorage of Balaclava, which is bounded by Rocks a Thoufand Feet steep, because there was no Room for her in the Harbour.

This inner

H

Harbour

Harbour is small, but secure; and the only Entrance to it is an exceedingly narrow Paffage between perpendicular Rocks, many Hundred Feet high. The Avon was on an Errand of Mercy, to transport the Sick and Wounded to Hospital. When the Tempest arose and raged horribly, a vast Number of large Ships and Transports, loaded with Men, became the Sport of the Waves as though they were Nutfhells, and were dafhed on the Rocks and miferably foundered. The Avon was faft drifting towards the fame dreadful Fate, when the Superior Officer on Board,

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