ther
words, makes much display. The attractions fade out--the web of life
becomes weak--and all the gay figures, that seemed so charming at first,
disappear like summer flowers in autumn. _This_ is what makes the
bachelors, or some of them. The wives of the present day wish to cut too
large a figure in the carpet of life."

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Selected.

EVERY PRAYER SHOULD BE OFFERED UP IN THE NAME OF JESUS.

Through Him alone have we access with boldness to the throne of grace.
He is our advocate with the Father. When the believer appears before God
in secret, the Savior appears also: for he "ever liveth to make
intercession for us." He hath not only directed us to call upon his
Father as "Our Father," and to ask him to supply our daily need, and to
forgive our trespasses; but hath graciously assured us, that
"_whatsoever_ (we) shall ask _in his name_, he will do it, that the
Father may be glorified in the Son."--(John 14:13.) And saith (verse
14), "If ye shall ask _anything in my name_, I will do it." And again
(John 15:23, 24), "Verily, verily, I say unto you, whatsoever ye shall
ask the Father _in my name_ he will give it you. Hitherto ye have asked
nothing _in my name_; ask, and _ye shall receive_, that your joy may be
full."

All needful blessings suited to our various situations and circumstances
in this mortal life, all that will be necessary for us in the hour of
death, and all that can minister to our felicity in a world of glory,
hath he graciously promised, and given us a command to ask for, _in his
name_. And what is this but to plead, when praying to our heavenly
Father, that Jesus hath sent us; and to ask and expect the blessings for
his sake alone?

H. MORE.

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Original.

THE MOTHERS OF THE BIBLE.

BATHSHEBA.

A summons from the king! What can it mean? What can he know of her? She
is, indeed, the wife of one of his "mighty men," but though he highly
esteems her husband, he can have no interest in her. She meditates. Her
cheek pales. Can he have heard evil tidings from the distant city of the
Ammonites, and would he break kindly to her news of her husband's death?
It cannot be. Why should he do this for her more than for hundreds of
others in like trouble? Again, she ponders, and now a crimson hue mounts
to her temples--her fatal beauty! Away with the thought--it is shame to
dwell upon it--would she wrong by so foul a s