late!" To be _almost_, but not
_altogether_ saved! To be cut down by the sword of wrath, or overtaken
by the fiery stream, with heaven in view!

God grant that this may not be the case with any one of _you_!

I shall conclude with a happier picture:--The citizens in these
Refuge-cities of old, were sometimes seen clustered on the top of the
walls, watching the approach of the manslayer, and cheering him on when
faint and exhausted. So, think of the happy citizens of the New
Jerusalem: Patriarchs, prophets, saints, departed friends, who are now
safe within its gates, watching you from these glorious heights,
beckoning to you not to tarry, but to be "followers of them who, through
faith and patience, are inheriting the promises." "Verily I say unto
you, There is joy in heaven among the angels of God over every sinner
that repenteth."

We have been speaking of the "_name_ of JESUS."

Read the motto over the gateway of all these six cities. Read the motto
over the door of the Gospel Refuge:--"_Neither is there salvation in
any other: for there is none other_ NAME given under heaven among men
by which the sinner can be saved, but _the_ NAME of JESUS."

_Jesus, my Refuge_! look on me:
When weak and weary, worn, opprest:
I cast my every care on Thee--
Thou art my _Rest_.

_Jesus my Refuge_! guide my way,
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
Oh, shine Thou forth with cheering ray!--
Thou art my _Light_.

_Jesus, my Refuge_! storms may rise,
Affliction sweep with tempest-shock,
My spirit to Thy shelter flies,
Thou art my _Rock_.

_Jesus my Refuge_! legion-foes
May seek to drive me from the field,
But in Thy strength I shell repose--
Thou art my _Shield_.

_Jesus, my Refuge_! Thou in store
Hast happiness without alloy,
Pleasures unmingled, evermore--
Thou art my _Joy_.

_Jesus, my Refuge_! on the brink
Of Jordan, in my latest strife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink--
Thou art my _Life_.

_Jesus, my Refuge_! oh, supply
My every want, whate'er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my _ALL_!

ANON.

THE ROCK OF CASTELLO.

The Rock of Castello.

As I was walking on a bright summer evening, among the Italian Alps, I
came to one of the lovely valleys of the Waldenses. These, perhaps I
should tell my young reade