from any poor person, you will find that they cannot

I have taken but one page, and if any one will take the trouble of reading this page to a poor person, and asking them the meaning of any one of these words, it will be seen that it is to them like reading French. I cannot but hope that the next edition of this most useful little work, may come out with the most simple words put in the places of these fine ones. And while I am on this subject, may I venture to give another hint in writing for the uneducated, that there is danger of putting thoughts into their minds which may never have entered them; for instance, in a most interesting and excellent work lately published, for girls going to service, and entitled 'Going to service,' there is in page 133, this sentence, from a footman, who is standing under the

window of a girl who is just come to her first place, and is under the watchful care of a good housekeeper. 'It's a shame you should be shut up moping here all alone. Is she frightened for fear your pretty black eyes should get you a husband?'

Any foolish girl with dark eyes, who had perhaps never before thought about eyes, or of what colour they were, would immediately begin to think what fine eyes she had, and that by them she might attract attention.

There is another work by the same author, ‘My Station and its Duties,' which has so much that is good, that it is disappointing to find in it parts that are certainly ill-judged for the class for whom it is written; such, for instance, are the circumstances of gentlemen paying too much attention to maidservants. A girl may find herself under such circumstances, but the majority might be never called upon to resist such temptation; and it seems illjudged to put such thoughts into the minds of all girls going to service. These passages would most likely have the tendency of inciting them to look out for, and watch for attentions, the thought of which had never before crossed their mind. It appears to me, that it would be far better to instil such principles into their minds as would strengthen them, by God's grace, to resist temptation, rather than to put before them what they might never otherwise hear of. There is another work with this same objection, called Elizabeth Allen, or the Faithful Servant,' which were it not for this, I think, great objection, would be an invaluable work for the uneducated. The language in that also might be simplified with great advantage.

In closing this letter I will add, that nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see the next edition of all these above-mentioned works, with simple words placed in lieu of the fine ones, and those parts erased which seem so objectionable.

Trusting that I offend none by my freedom,
I am your sincere friend,

D. H. W.

[We are much indebted to the writer of the foregoing; the leading subject is one on which we touched last month, in noticing books; and having tried the experiment suggested by D. H. W. we are doubly impressed with the importance of her remarks. We have often, when writing for children and the poor, followed the counsel of a valuable friend connected with the Dublin Tract Society, and read the manuscript to a child of four years old, altering every word that he did not know the meaning of, and re-modelling every sentence that perplexed him. The process was rather mortifying in some respects; but that only proved how the subtle leaven of carnal pride contrives to insinuate itself into every work of man, even when the glory of God is his avowed and his real object. The present plan of education, as pursued by the cheap-knowledge system, may enable the rising generation of the poor to sit in judgment on the style of a Chalmers; but for the sake of those who were born and reared before the mania broke out, let us strive to use all plainness of speech; lest while instructing them, even in their mother tongue, we be barbarians unto them, and seal their souls up in hopeless ignorance of what we desire to teach.-ED.]

A RECORD OF MEMORY.

They grew in beauty side by side,
They filled one home with glee.'

DEATH in its worst form, is to the believer, but a disarmed and conquered, nay, even a reconciled foe. He who "came up like a lion from the swellings of Jordan," has for ever spoiled the spoiler, and turned his deadly enmity into a kindly service.

Against the wicked the king of terrors may hurl his dart, and make ready his arrows upon the string, for they are his lawful prey; but to those whom Jesus has redeemed from among men, whose garments are washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb, how differently does he approach! To them he brings an errand of love, a call from the scene of their earthly warfare, to the mansions of their father and their God; to them he speaks the words of Emmanuel, and his message runs thus, "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone." Why then should Christians fear such a summons, though it be brought by a rough messenger? he is sent to conduct them but a very little way; and will take leave of them for ever when he has committed his precious charge to the angelic host, who wait to convey the disembodied spirit up, right through the unfolded gates of glory.

It has been my lot to know many who have received the summons, some in early youth, others in riper years, and some in a good old age; and not one of these ever found a covenant God unfaithful to his promise, or was disappointed in the assurance, that when the shadowy hour arrived, the everlasting arms should be underneath.

I remember a brother and sister; they were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not long divided. They were very young; the lines had fallen to them in pleasant places, and they seemed to bid fair for earthly happiness: but He who comes down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed among the gardens, and to gather lilies," had early set his seal upon them, and manifested ere many hours of their short day had run out, that they were not of the world, but chosen out of it, by Him "who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will." Simple, gentle, guileless, their whole character marked the mighty change that had been wrought, though its exact period could not be ascertained. The regenerating influences of God the Spirit had fallen like dew upon the good seed of the word, and the vivifying and fructifying effects were perceptible to all around.

I know Mary had, herself, a presentiment of early death, and there was a transparency in her ever-varying complexion, and a brilliancy in her large dark. eye that always

Turned the thoughtful heart
To melancholy dreams; dreams of decay,
Of death and burial, and the silent tomb.'

One day she was taken aside by a valued friend and minister, who was then believed to be sinking under