SUGGESTED BY A REMARK MADE BY THE REV. WINTHROP MORSE, WHILE ADDRESSING A CONGREGATION ASSEMBLED ON THE BANKS OF THE SANDY RIVER, UPON A BAPTISMAL OCCASION.

The writer of the following, though but a child, was present, and, for the first time, witnessed the administration of that solemn ordinance.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
God's faithful servant cried,
As he addressed the multitude
That thronged the water's side.
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
He said with tearful eye,—
Then come, dear friends, and choose the path
That leads to joys on high.
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
The convert seemed to say,—
I'll trace the path my Savior marked,
Though through these waves it lay.
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
Was echoed from the stream,
Like me your days will swiftly glide,
Or like a fleeting dream.
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
The Holy Spirit said,—
And sweetly whispered to the soul,
"I'll be thy heavenly guide."
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
That sentence reached my heart,
I trembled lest I there should hear
That awful word, "depart."
Yes, trav'ling to eternity,
While overwhelmed with guilt,—
Afraid that Jesus' pard'ning love,
By me would ne'er be felt.
"We're trav'ling to eternity,"—
It rings upon my ear;
The hills which echoed back that sound,
Still to my heart are dear.
"We're traveling to eternity,"
Said that dear faithful friend,
Whose image in my mem'ry lives,
And will, till life shall end.
"We're traveling to eternity,"
Soon, soon we there shall meet,
And is my deathless soul prepared,
That friend in heaven to greet?