Let us apply these remarks.  As there is but one infallible test as to a tree, so there is but one in respect to a man claiming to be a Christian.  “What fruit does he bear?” “By their fruits,” says our Savior, “ye shall know them.”  Only a good tree brings forth good fruit.  Here, then, we have a plain, simple, and, I may add, infallible rule for testing ourselves.  What kind of fruit are we bearing?  What fruit must we bear?  “The fruits of the Spirit,” says the Bible, “are love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,” &c.  If, then, we have been born of the Spirit, i.e., born again, or in other words, if we are Christians, we shall bear the fruits of the Spirit.

I have known persons suggest various marks or tests by which to try themselves; but I have never found any which could certainly be depended upon besides the one which I have named—­the fruit which one brings forth.  The application of this test requires time.  For evidence of Christian character, a person must examine himself month after month and year after year.  His great aim must be to glorify God.  He will, therefore, strive to keep his commandments.  He will shun all known evil, and let others see that he sets a high value upon all that is “lovely and of good report.”  He will pray, not one day or one month, but habitually.  His life will be a life of prayer, and in all the duties of the Christian profession he will endeavor to persevere.  He will find himself imperfect, and will sometimes fail; but when he fails he will not sink down in despair and give up, but he will repent and say, “I’ll do better next time;” and thus he will go forward gathering strength.  Many trials and difficulties he will find, but the way will grow smoother and easier.  His evidence will increase.  The path of the righteous is as the light which shines brighter and brighter unto the perfect day.

And now, my dear son, are you willing to set out in all sober earnestness so to live, not one day, but always?  If you are, God will bless and aid you.  You will be a happy boy, and as you grow older you will be happier still; and in the end you will go to God and to your pious friends now in heaven, or who may hereafter reach that blissful abode, and spend an eternity in loving, praising and serving God.  This is the constant prayer of your affectionate father.

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CHILDREN OF THE PARSONAGE.

BY GEORGIANA M. SYKES.

Little Charlie, the youngest child of our pastor, was the delight of all the household, but especially of the infirm grand-mother, to whose aid and solace he devoted his little efforts.  He was a beautiful and active child, of nearly three years, and was to the parsonage what the father emphatically called him,—­its “fountain of joy.”  But little Charlie was suddenly taken from it, after an illness of a few hours.  A week afterward, FANNY, a beautiful and highly intelligent child of five years, died of the same fearful disease, scarlet fever.  The following little poems were intended as sketches of the characteristics of the two lovely children.