love God; serve God; love to pray to God more than to do any other thing.' One night she complained of too much light, adding that the smallest light was enough to die by.' Mrs. H. More asked her if she had comfort in her mind. Yes,' she replied, 'I have no uncomfort at all.' She was then asked if she knew some friend that was in the room. 'Oh! yes,' she answered, 'I know everybody, and remember every thing.'—' Ah, poor dear soul,' said one of her attendants, she remembers her sufferings too!'-No,' she answered, in a tone of the most affecting resignation, 'I do not think of them.' When she was supposed to be very near her last hour, on her medical attendant's wishing her a good morning, she raised her hands in a holy transport, exclaiming, 'Oh, for the glorious morning of the resurrection !-but there are some gray clouds between! She then blessed him and all his family, and exhorted him to love God, and to take care of his soul. 'Oh,' she exclaimed, 'if this should be the blessed hour of my deliverance, may I die the death of the righteous, and may my last thoughts be thoughts of faithfulness!" The following day she awoke suddenly out of a tranquil sleep, crying out in a rapture, 'Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto the Lamb,-Hallelujah !' Another morning, when she was imagined to be in the very act of dying, recovering herself a little, she murmured out, When shall I come to these things-grace-mercy-peace!' She then asked for a little cold water, and turning her head towards a nurse who was attending her, 'Do you know who it was that said, A cup of cold water given in my name?'

"Again, in the intervals between her wanderings, and the extremity of pain, she exclaimed inces

santly, 'Oh, the blood of Christ! He died for me! God was man! May his blood be shed on me! Lord, let the light of thy countenance shine upon me. When shall I appear before God?' And then half bewildered again, she cried out earnestly to her sister, Patty, do love the blessed God. Lord, shield me with the wings of thy love.' After a little interval, she said to Mrs. H. More, I hope I have had all my stripes; Lord! I am ready, finish the work! On awaking in the afternoon, she again poured forth this ejaculation,- Lord, look down upon me with the light of thy salvation; let thy Holy Spirit shine upon me. Look, O Lord! upon thy afflicted servant.' Somebody present saying to her, The Lord will release you, and take you out of your pain,' she seemed to fear lest she had betrayed some impatience, and immediately answered, Ay, in his own good time.' She then broke out into the Gloria Patri, and added, "Lord, look down upon a poor penitent, humble, contrite sinner.'

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Nearly three days now passed, either in strong delirium or total stupor, at the end of which she became more composed, and, as at every other time, uttered no sentence in which supplication or praise was not mingled. Her chief cry on this day was for pardon and sanctification, and she charged her sisters to strive for the gift of the Holy Spirit. Her wanderings were frequent, but whether sensible or incoherent, calm or agitated, still the names of her God and her Saviour were constantly on her tongue.

"Her sister asked her if she knew her; she answered, I know nobody but Christ.' In the evening of her last day but one, though scarcely able to articulate, she murmured out to those who stood

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around her, 'Talk of the cross-the precious cross -the King of love.' On the very morning of her blessed and quiet release from an earthly existence, though no longer able to swallow food, or discern any outward object, she was still enabled to give an evidence of the heavenly frame of her mind; a friend repeating to her that heart-sustaining assurance, The blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin,' she pronounced with a devout motion of her hands and eyes, 'cleanseth,' and a moment after, 'Blessed Jesus!' and these were the last of her words that could be recollected. It is scarcely necessary to repeat, after such a relation, that her whole conduct, during her conflict with this last enemy, was one uniform and uninterrupted display (when she was in possession of her faculties) of those fruits of the Spirit enumerated by the apostle, 'Love, peace, meekness, long-suffering, faith :' -and it only remains for us to pray that our latter end may be like hers."

WM. ROBERTS.

TO THE MEMORY OF A VERY PROMISING

CHILD,

WRITTEN AFTER WITNESSING HER LAST MOMENTS.

I CANNOT weep, yet I can feel

The pangs that rend a parent's breast;

But, ah! what sighs or tears can heal

Thy griefs, and wake the slumb'rer's rest?

What art thou, spirit undefined,

That passest with man's breath away, That giv'st him feeling, sense, and mind, And leav'st him cold, unconscious clay?

A moment gone, I look'd, and, lo!

Sensation throbb'd through all her frame Those beamless eyes were raised in woe; That bosom's motion went and came.

The next, a nameless change was wrought, Death nipt in twain life's brittle thread, And, in a twinkling, feeling, thought, Sensation, motion-all were fled!

Those lips will never more repeat

The welcome lesson conn'd with care;
Or breathe at even, in accents sweet,
To Heaven the well-remember'd prayer!

Those little hands shall ne'er essay
To ply the mimic task again,
Well pleased, forgetting mirth and play,
A mother's promised gift to gain!

That heart is still-no more to move,

That cheek is wan-no more to bloom, Or dimple in the smile of love,

That speaks a parent's welcome home. And thou, with years and suff"'rings bow'd Say, dost thou least this loss deplore? Ah! though thy wailings are not loud, I fear thy secret grief is more.

Youth's griefs are loud, but are not long;
But thine with life itself shall last;
And age will feel each sorrow strong,
When all its morning-joys are past.

"T was thine her infant mind to mould,
And leave the copy all thou art;
And sure the wide world does not hold
A warmer or a purer heart!

I cannot weep, yet I can feel

The pangs that rend a parent's breast; But ah! what sorrowing can unseal

Those eyes,

and wake the slumb'rer's rest?
M'DIARMID.

ON THE BEST PREPARATION FOR AFFLICTIONS.

In the day of prosperity be JOYFUL; but in the day of adversity, CONSIDER.-Eccles. vii. 14.

Ir is the great folly of most men, especially when they are in prosperous circumstances, that they cannot suppose or imagine the possibility of a change in their affairs or conditions. A living man can hardly think of dying; a healthy man can hardly think of sickness; a wealthy man can hardly think of poverty; a man who is in full possession of the applause and glory of the world, can hardly think of being exposed to calumny, reproach, and disgrace. Since, however, both Scripture and experience attest, that the most sincere piety and integrity cannot confer any exemption from afflictions, it becomes the serious concern of all, to be prepared for that, which, in some form or other, must sooner or later necessarily be our portion. The following considerations, therefore, are offered as a PREPARATIVE against afflictions, before they are permitted to overtake us.

I. "In the day of prosperity," frequently contemplate the possibility of a change of circumstances, and expect afflictions before they come.

The very state of the world is uncertain and