ist--you would not know
that it was necessary to resist. But then you must know that God is
just, merciful, and kind; that He has given mankind a guide, not only to
tell them that they must resist, but to show them how to resist
temptation--how to conquer evil propensities; that if they will pray to
Him, He will give them knowledge and grace, and strength sufficient for
all their wants. In that guide--that Book of books--He tells them that
He sent His only Son, that His sufferings and death might be accepted
instead of their eternal suffering and death, to which their sins would
most justly have consigned them. Therefore, my dear boys, I want you to
study, that book, day after day--never give it up. But, at the same
time, do not fancy that you are doing a meritorious act by merely
reading it. You must examine it, and treasure it, as you would a
precious gift. You should read it with thankfulness and joy that God
has given you that precious gift. You are not doing him any service by
reading it. The acts alone which result from reading it do him any
service; and, after all, those acts are only your bounden duty. Common
gratitude demands them from you. Never forget. You must pray daily--
pray for grace, and faith, and strength, and knowledge; and be assured
that God will give them to you at last. Never cease praying. What I
have said may seem hard to you, my dear boys; but it is the truth; and I
could not have died happy without saying it, as I felt that it was my
duty to say it. Be religious, and never be ashamed of your religion.
Hoist your colours in sight of the enemy, and fight bravely under them
wherever you go."

Much more our friend said, but the above was the pith of his discourse.
I believe that neither my young messmate nor I ever forgot what he said.
By following his advice, we have found a comfort, a joy, a strength,
which we should never otherwise have known. Our kind friend's
forebodings were speedily fulfilled; and before we reached Malta he had,
in perfect peace, yielded up his life to the God who gave it.

"What! did the good Adam Stallman really die?" some of my young readers
may ask. Yes; good and bad, rich and poor, of all ranks and stations in
society, are often summoned in their joyous youth, their flowering
manhood, by a just God, to render up an account of their mode of life.
Oh! my young friends, remember that you, too, may be summoned away from
this bright world, and all you hold