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the great privilege of having godly parents, the kind and constant instruction of a loving mother who had a deep experience of Christian truths, together with the consistent life of both, greatly commended the sacred lessons to her attentive mind. The Word of God was read daily, and committed to memory, together with hymns and other instructive pieces, many of which she never forgot.

The lessons learnt in filial obedience prepared her heart to receive the truth of God's great love in the gift of His dear Son.

She attended the ministry of Mr. John Andrew Jones at Mitchell-street Chapel, but as there was no Sundayschool in connection with that place of worship, she, with her dear sisters, went to a Bible-class at Whitfield's Tabernacle, conducted by Miss Freeman, where the Assembly's Catechism was used; when this with its answers and proofs from scripture was known by heart and repeated, she and others were presented with a well-bound Bible, and the sacred truths thus further implanted in their hearts.

Under the ministry of Mr. Jones she experienced much help, two texts which proved of great comfort to her being Judges xiii. 23-"If the Lord were pleased to kill us, he would not have received a burnt offering and a meat offering at our hands, neither would he have shewn us all these things, nor would as at this time have told us such things as these."

And Luke xxiv. 38 and 39: "And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts ? Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself, handle me and see.'

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At the age of sixteen, she with a sister departed gave themselves to the Lord, and then to the church, according to His own word. It was a day of sacred joy and holy pleasure, she could well say―

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'Tis done, the great transaction's done!
I am my Lord's, ant He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine. "

This she believed, and fully realized; she had desired by divine tuition, she had sought by earnest prayer, she had cultivated by godly counsel, she had obtained by God's grace, that "meek and quiet spirit, which in the sight of God is of great price." She had chosen that better part which was never taken from her. In " committing all her ways to the Lord, trusting also in Him," she found Him directing her paths, and at length He gave to her the earthly companion of her life, one well worthy of her regard. They took "sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in company."

All the deep and sacred principles settled in her character were manifested in the family, making it the home of every exalted pleasure, softening the cares, limiting the desires, and thankfully receiving and acknowledging the good hand of God in all. Thus she lived, abiding in God by obedience, delighting in the law of the Lord, and receiving the desires of her heart.

In consequence of living at a distance from Mitchell-street, she attended the ministry of Mr. Wyard, at this chapel, and became a member here in 1847, where she continued to enjoy the preaching of the Word, and assisted her husband by her counsel in all he undertook, her advice always being, "Stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord; He will help us." The ministry of Mr. Box has been many times a great blessing to her soul, and in works of faith and labours of love she manifested a strong desire to work in the Master's vineyard "while it is called to-day.'

Of late years, weakness and illhealth many times compelled her to remain at home, but she found the presence of her God in reading His word, and the experience and teaching of holy men. She could say, "Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house."

"My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns." "Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house, they will be still praising Thee." "They go from strength to strength, every one in Zion appeareth before God."

On the first Sunday in October, she came to both morning and evening services, expressing a strong desire to attend the ordinance of the Lord's Supper, as she feared she would not be able to venture out again in the evening until next spring. This was her last walk, as she was taken ill on the following Tuesday, and after nine days' suffering and weakness, her spirit soared aloft to that Jesus who had proved her stay and comfort during all her trials.

At times, in moments of bodily weakness she had expressed a fear that doubts might attend her death-bed, and had made it a subject of special prayer that such might not be the case; her prayers were gloriously answered, the valley was not dark and gloomy, but bright and radiant with the presence of the Sun of Righteousness, and she constantly expressed her thankfulness for the many mercies she had received, and her perfect trust that if God were pleased to take her away it would only be to live for ever with Him, which is far better.

From the Saviour she learned to say, "Not my will, but Thine be done;" and, still resting on His faithfulness, she found perfect peace, and fell asleep, October 14th, 1880. Her mortal remains were interred at Highgate Cemetery, on the following Wednesday, October 20.

"No rude alarms of raging foes,

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No cares to break the sweet repose, No burning sun, no midnight gloom, But heavenly, high, eternal noon. The prayer of the Psalmist has been realized by our departed sister, "Save Thy people, bless Thy inheritance, feed them also, and lift them up for ever."

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Is hush'd in the stillness of death and its gloom;

But Jesus has pass'd through the valley before thee,

And left a bright path through the gates of the tomb.

From His militant church thy Saviour has call'd thee,

And gather'd thee safe in the arms of His love;

Transplanted from earth, thou art planted in heaven,

To blossom and grow in His garden above. In life's early spring, thou didst walk with thy Saviour;

In summer's full vigour the Lord was thy stay,

And while autumn leaves all around thee were falling,

The Master has come and has call'd thee away.

Away, yes, away to the land of the blessed, Away from all suffering, sorrow and care: Methinks I can see thee triumphant and happy, Array'd in the robes which the glorified wear. Dear sister, thou'rt gone but a short time before

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RESTING.

Poetry.

"We which have believed do enter into rest."

WE are journeying homeward
To perfect rest above,
And oft our hearts grow weary
For yon bright land of love
Yet e'en now of that country
We have an earnest blest,
For "we which have believed
Do enter into rest."

O strange sweet rest, so precious!
None but God's loved ones feel
The Master's parting love-gift,
The Spirit's holy seal.
Rest in the midst of turmoil-
Rest through life's weary day
The rest God only giveth,

That nought can take away.
Yes, we are resting-resting
In our great Father's love;
He stays the soul's deep longings
With bread from heaven above.
Once we were hung'ring, thirsting,
For love earth could not give;
Now He has met our yearning-
Now in His love we live.

And since we know He loves us
From anxious care we rest;
Our times are in His keeping,
His way is always best:
And all the unseen future

Is in our Father's hand;
So fearlessly we journey
Towards the sunlit land.

We rest in hours of sorrow,

When hidden is the light;
Faith trustfully looks upward,
And knows it must be right,
Because His love ordains it,

Who for us Jesus gave,
That thought each murmur stilleth
Makes fainting hearts grow brave.

We rest from sin's dark burden,
"No condemnation" now;
Our guilt was laid on Jesus,
His name is on our brow.
That blessed word, "forgiven,"
Falls on our hearts like balm,
And in the midst of warfare

Brings holy strength and calm,

We rest from fear of standing Before the "great white throne," Since to us are imputed

Christ's merits as our own. He, we have loved and trusted, Our Judge at last will be; Our own most precious Saviour With rapture we shall see.

Ah! words can never tell it,
The deep abiding rest;

The joy of wholly leaning

On our Beloved's breast: The peace which comes while striving To win the great reward; Not rest from grief and conflict, But rest in Him, the Lord.

LEILA TOPHAM.

LOVE TO THE SAVIOUR.
GRACIOUS Saviour, how I love Thee!
Thou for me wast crucified;
This in hours of sorrow cheers me-
Jesus Christ for me hath died.
Though the darkness may molest me,
And disturb my joy and peace;

This doth cheer me-Thou hast bless'd me
With Thine own, Thy perfect peace.

Though the waves of strong temptation
O'er my head may daily roll,
Let thy gracious consolation

Cheer my poor and weary soul;
Then how truly shall I love Thee,
Through sad hours of grief and sin,
While Thy comforts thus shall cheer me,
And renew my peace within.

Then, when earthly toils are over,

On Thy breast may I recline,
Fly to Thee, my heavenly Lover,
Find in Thee my peace divine;
Heaven itself will then reveal Thee,
With Thy likeness I shall shine;
Care and sin no more shall vex me,
I shall be for ever Thine.

B. J. NORTHFIELD.

Argyle-street, Ipswich.

The Family Circle.

PREJUDICE, PASSION, AND
PRAYER.

GOD is almighty. This great truth kept in mind will benefit the child and the youth, as well as those of maturer years. Let our dear young friends carry this thought about with them in all their amusements and employments, and happiness as well as safety will attend them.

The history of our country and our personal observation furnish us with many remarkable proofs of the scripture doctrine that God is Almighty-or, as it is sometimes expressed, omnipotent, among them the following interesting incidents which occurred in the reign of Charles II.

Sir Richard Craddock, a justice of the peace, who was a violent hater and persecutor of the Dissenters, and who exerted himself to enforce all the severe laws then in existence against them, happened to live near Mr. Rogers, a good old puritan minister, who by the Act of Parliament passed in the year 1662, had been compelled to leave his church.

Sir

Richard bore particular enmity towards this good man, and desired above all things to have him in his power. Hearing that he was to preach some miles distant, he conceived an idea of accomplishing his base design by the following scheme. Two men were were hired as spies to assemble with the congregation and take down the names of all the hearers whom they knew, in order to their appearing as witnesses against such persons and Mr. Rogers, when summoned for trial before

him.

The plan seemed to succeed to his wishes. The spies brought him the names of several persons who were present at the meeting, and such of them as he had a particular spite against, together with Mr. Rogers, were summoned to appear before him. Knowing the violence of the man, they came with trembling hearts, expecting to be treated with the utmost severity. While they were waiting in the great hall of Sir Richard's residence, expecting to be called into his presence, a little girl, about six or seven years of age, who was Sir Richard's granddaughter, happened to come into the hall. Looking into Mr. Rogers' face she was much taken with his venerable appearance. He

being naturally fond of children, took her upon his knee, and caressed her. This occasioned her to conceive a great fondness for him. At length the justice sent a servant to inform them, that one of the witnesses being taken ill, and unable to attend, their trial was postponed. Accordingly, having again received warning to appear, they came at the time appointed, the evidence of the spies was received, the good men were convicted, and the justices ordered the document committing them to prison, to be written

out.

Mr. Rogers, expecting to see the little girl again, had with his usual good nature, supplied himself with some sweetmeats to give her. As soon as she saw him she came running to him, and appeared fonder of him than before. Now this child was a particular favourite of her grandfather, and had obtained such an ascendancy over him, that he could deny her nothing; moreover she possessed such a violent spirit that she could bear no contradiction, so that she was indulged in everything she wanted. At one time, having been contradicted, her sinful passion was so violent, that she actually plunged a penknife into her arm, to the great danger of her life. This bad spirit was however in the present instance overruled for good. While she was sitting on Mr. Rogers' knec, eating the sweetmeats, she looked earnestly at him, and asked, What are you here for, Sir?

Mr. Rogers' replied, "I believe your grandfather is going to send me and my friends to jail."

"To jail!" she exclaimed what have you done?"

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'Why I did nothing but preach the Gospel, and these good people did nothing but hear me."

"He shall not send you to jail," said the child."

"Ay, but my dear," rejoined Mr. Rogers, "I believe he is now making out our mittimus to send us all there." Upon this she ran up to the chamber where Sir Richard was, and finding the door locked, with her head, hands, and feet, she knocked until she gained admittance, and in significant tones enquired, "What are you going to do with my good old gentle

man in the hall ?" "That's nothing to you," said the judge. "Get about your business." "But I won't," replied the passionate child; "he tells me that you are going to send him and his friends to jail; and if you do, I'll drown myself in the pond as soon as they are gone that I will-indeed I will." A glance at the girl's countenance, the features of which had assumed an air of stern determination, shook her grandfather's resolution, and the fear that she would carry out her threat induced him to abandon at once his malicious design. Taking the document just completed in his hand, he went down into the hall, and thus addressed those good men :- "I had here made out your mittimus to send you all to jail, as you deserve: but, at my grandchild's request, I drop the prosecution, and set you all at liberty." They all bowed, and thanked his worship. But Mr. Rogers going to the child, who stood near her relativeher countenance now exhibiting tokens of calm satisfaction-laid his hand upon her head, and lifting up his eyes to heaven, said in a tone of deep solemnity, "God bless you my dear child! May the blessings of that God whose cause you did now plead, though as yet you know him not, be upon you in life, at death, and to all eternity!" Having so said, turning with his companions towards the door of the mansion, they took their departure.

The above remarkable story was told by Mr. T. Rogers, the son of the ejected minister, who had frequently heard his father relate it with great pleasure; and a celebrated preacher of that time, a Mr. Thomas Bradbury, once heard it from him while dining at the house of Mrs. Tooley, an eminent Christian lady in London, who was distinguished for her love to Christ and his people; whose house and table, like Lydia's, were always open to them.

The striking manner in which an answer was returned to the good Mr. Rogers' prayers for this child, and the blessing which descended upon her who had been the instrument of such a deliverance for those persecuted servants of God, is yet more remarkable.

Mrs. Tooley had listened with marked attention to the story narrated by Mr. Rogers, and when he had ended it, she asked him, "And are you that Mr. Rogers' son?" He told her he was, upon which she exclaimed, "Well, as long as I have been acquainted with you, I never

knew of your relationship with this good man before. And now I will inform you of something that may interest you: I am the very girl your dear father blessed in the manner you have just related, and it made an impression upon me which I could never forget." Upon this double discovery Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Tooley found an additional tie of mutual love and friendship, and then he and Mrs. Bradbury expressed a desire to know how she, who had been brought up in an aversion to the Dissenters, and to serious religion, now discovered such an attachment to both, upon which she cheerfully gave the following interesting narrative:

At her grandfather's death she became sole heiress to his estate, which was considerable. Being in the bloom of youth, and having none to control her, she ran into all the fashionable diversions of the age without any restraint. But she confessed that when the pleasurable scenes were over, she found a dissatisfaction both with them and herself, that always struck a damp to her heart, which she did not know how to get rid of otherwise than by running the same round over and over again; but all was in vain. Having contracted some slight illness, she thought she would visit Bath, hearing that it was a place for pleasure as well as health. When she came thither, she was providentially led to consult an apothecary, who was a very worthy and God-fearing man. When he enquired what ailed her, she answered, 66 Why, doctor, I don't ail much as to my body; but I have an uneasy mind that I cannot get rid of." Truly, miss," said he, "I was so till I met with a certain book, and that cured me." "Books!" said she, "I I read all the books I can lay my hands on-all the plays, novels, and romances I hear of; but after I have read them, my uneasiness is the same." "That may be, miss," replied the doctor, "and I do not wonder at it. But as to this book I speak of, I can say of it what I can say of no other I ever read, that in its perusal I never tire; but can read it again and again, as if I had never read it before; and I always see something new in it." "Pray, doctor," she said, enquiringly, "What book is that?" Nay, miss, answered he, "that is a secret I don't tell every one.' "But could not I get a sight of that book?" she asked. "Yes," replied he, "if you speak me fair, I can help you to a sight of it."

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