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exposure to the condemnation of the wicked-and, furthermore, of His still greater goodness in showing her the only way of salvation; by her love for the word of God; by her reverence for the worship of God; by her cheerful obedience to the ordinances instituted by her Lord Jesus Christ, who said, "If ye love me, keep my commandments ;" by her consistent deportment as a daughter, as a wife, and as a mother, and by her unhesitating dependence upon Jesus Christ for pardon, for righteousness, for justification, and for acceptance with God. She died happily, in the full belief and certain prospect of a delightful entrance into eternal glory, to go no more out for ever, but to behold her Saviour's face, and ever dwell in His embrace. The state of her mind when on her death-bed was most satisfactory and cheering to the several friends who visited her, and now yields great comfort and consolation to her bereaved husband. To one kind friend, who expressed a hope that her affliction would be sanctified, she replied, "She hoped it would, or it would pass away as a bubble." On another occasion, when spoken to on the things of God and His salvation, she said, "O, but I have been such a sinner!" The Lord's goodness being referred to, and the Psalm being mentioned, her answer was, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want;' what a sweetness and fulness in that portion!" At another time, when her attention was directed to the promises of God, she raised her hands, and with much feeling quoted the words, "Him that cometh unto me,
I will in no wise cast out," implying that she had dwelt much upon that particular promise. Her father telling her she was going home, asked her if she was happy? She answered, "Happy! happy! happy." Many other utterances escaped her dying lips, indicating an enlightened, happy, and triumphant state of soul. Husband and wife were not favoured to say farewell to each other, both suffering from the same disorder, which, in the hand of God, has proved to one a key to unlock the pearly gates of Jerusalem,-the other spared for a little while to bow with submission to the righteous, holy, and ever-blessed will of God. Think not, reader, that anything that is written here is intended to eulogize the dead, but rather to magnify the exceeding riches of God's grace in saving a daughter of Adam's sinful race from eternal condemnation, and making her meet to be a partaker of the inheritance of the saints in light. Her mortal remains were buried in Deptford Cemetery, on which occasion our kind and worthy brother, Mr. George Moyle, of Peckham, officiated. Thus soul and body have parted until the resurrection morn, when "That which was sown in corruption shall be raised in incorruption; that which was sown in dishonour, shall be raised in glory; that which was sown in weakness, shall be raised in power; and that which was sown a natural body, shall be raised a spiritual body;" and so soul and body shall be re-united, never more to be separated, but to dwell together in a glorified, blissful state, yea, "In the presence of God, where
there is fulness of joy, and at His right hand, where there are pleasures for evermore."
GEORGE WYARD, JUN.
The following lines were addressed by a relative of the deceased to her parents:
Beloved friends, I once again essay, Though 'tis with swelling heart, to tune my lay;
Yet, ere my harp I from the willows take,
I seek His blessing, which alone can make
The dark enlightened, and the feeble strong,
And sweetly harmonize my humble song.
A duty fraught with pain, and pleasure too,
Bids me, dear friends, address these lines to you.
O may the Holy Spirit deign to impart
Wisdom to guide a sympathetic heart! That this effusion, in itself so weak, With consolation strong to you may speak.
My earnest purpose thus shall I obtain, To comfort you, and to exalt His
How wondrous are the dealings of our God,
How oft to us mysterious the road! Our faith grows dim, imperfectly we
And we exclaim, "O, how can these things be?"
Sometimes we doubt if we are on the track,
Or, if we have been, fear we're going back;
Or perhaps we never yet were in the way, Which leads us to the realms of endless day.
Well pleased to bear your heavenly Father's will,
And, though He smites, you know He loves you still;
And with the patient Job can truly say, That you would trust Him, though He should you slay.
You know His hand has brought you hitherto,
The wilderness you've nearly journeyed through;
The rugged path a little longer tread, And fear not, faint not, when by Jesus led. Beside old Jordan's stream you'll shortly stand,
And soon in safety reach the promised land;
And then upon that bright and happy shore,
Unite with those dear friends who are gone before,
And there with mingled voices loud proclaim,
All glory to the Lamb that once was slain.
The Sunday School.
WHAT A DYING TEACHER WANTED.
A SUNDAY-SCHOOL teacher was dying. The light of heaven was in his eye, seraphic smiles played upon his thin lips, and precious thoughts of Jesus and His mighty love filled his heart with a joy I cannot describe. Just before he sunk away, he turned to his daughter, who was bending most lovingly over his bed, and said,
More he could not say, for no strength had he to speak more. His child looked with earnest gaze into his face, and said :
"What shall I bring, my father ?" "Bring-"
More he could not say. His child was in an agony of desire to know that dying father's last request, and she said,
"Dear, precious father, do try to I will do tell me what you want. anything you wish me to do." The dying teacher rallied all his strength, and finally murmured: "Bring-forth-the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all."
A CHILD'S PRAYER.
A GENTLEMAN who had a large property was led into evil courses. He drank hard, and gambled much. Soon his property began to waste away; and at last it was all gone.
One night he came to his unfurnished home. He entered his empty hall, sick at heart; and pass ing on to his wife's chamber, there saw her sitting sobbing and brokenhearted, and his little child by her side. Sullen and wretched he seated himself, without saying a word.
Presently the mother said, "Come, my child, it is time for you to go to bed." And the little one, as was her usual way, came up to her mother's side, and knelt down on her knees to say her evening prayers.
When she had finished, she looked up to her weeping mother, and said, "Dear Ma, may I say one more prayer ?" "Oh yes, my sweet pet," said the mother.
So she put her tiny hands once more together, and prayed, 0 God, spare; oh, do spare my dear father!"
That little prayer, so simple and earnest, was wafted to heaven, and heard there. It went also to the father's heart. He melted, and wept. He rushed to his wife and child, fell on his knees, confessed his bad life, and resolved in God's
strength to become a better man. God helped him; he left off his bad ways, and once more he had a home, wife, and child, all happy.
Children, see what a child's prayer can do! Do you pray continually and earnestly for your parents, and your brothers and sisters?
"Not yet," said the young man, "I am now about to enter into
A GOOD REPLY. SABBATH-school children have clear conceptions of duty, and one is often surprised at their penetration, and their promptness in answering knotty questions. Piety might take root in their tender hearts at an earlier age than is customary, if parents and teachers had faith to expect it. A minister could not answer the following questions better than the little ones.
A Sabbath-school teacher instruct
being his class on that portion of the Lord's prayer, "Thy will be done on earth as in heaven," said to them, "You have told me, my dear children, what is to be done-the will of God; and where it is to be done -on earth; and how it is to be done as it is done in heaven. How do you think the angels and the happy spirits do the will of God in heaven, as they are to be our pattern ?"
The first child replied, "They do it immediately;" the second, "They do it diligently;" the third, "They do it always;" the fourth, "They do
trade; when I see my business prosper, then I shall have more time than now."
The Fragment Basket.
Business did prosper.
"Not yet," said the man of business, my children must have my care; when they are settled in life I shall be better able to attend to religion."
He lived to be a grey-headed old
it with all their heart;" the fifth, "They do it altogether."
Here a pause ensued, and no child appeared to have an answer; but after some time a little girl arose and said, "Why, Sir, they do it without asking any questions."
TRUST IN GOD.
Long ago, when people in our own country had to suffer much for the sake of Jesus, a pious, poor woman was taken prisoner for attending a prayer meeting, and brought before a wicked judge, who had long hated her on account of her religion. She had been used to say that she was never afraid of want, because her God could supply all her needs. (Phil. iv. 19.)
"Well," said the judge, "I have caught you at last, and now I shall send you to prison, and how will you be fed there?"
She replied, "If my heavenly Father pleases, He can send me food even from your own table."
And so it was; for the judge's wife, a kind-hearted lady, pitied the