FRIENDLY VISITOR: PUBLISHED IN MONTHLY NUMBERS, DURING THE YEAR 1846. BY WILLIAM CARUS WILSON, M. A. RECTOR OF WHITTINGTON, AND PERPETUAL CURATE OF CASTERTON. VOL. XXVIII. "Much good may be done this way to considerable numbers at once in an acceptable manner, at a trifling expense."-ARCHBISHOP SECKER. KIRKBY LONSDALE: PRINTED AND SOLD BY J. FOSTER. Of whom may be had single numbers to make sets complete. SOLD BY SEELEY, BURNSIDE, AND SEELEY, FLEET STREET, LONDON; AND BY ALL BOOKSELLERS. The profits are devoted to charitable purposes. Extract from the Missionary Report from Longkloof, South Africa . Suttee in the Upper Provinces.. Prospects of a Convert Prosperity.. Rainy Sundays Remarkable Conversion of a Sailor Responsibility of Parents Rona Lighthouse... Sabbath Morning Meditation Spade Husbandry Support in Death "Take with you words, and turn unto the Lord" Temperance That Time will come 14 59 71 76 84 92 69 11 200 168 108 8 63-79-95-111-127-143-158-175 193 "The Devil helped me" Thomas Murray Thoughts on Faith True Account of a Dying Scene 43 129 163 True Happiness Various Members of a Family may be useful Warning to the Young Watermen employed on the River Severn and the Worcester and Bir mingham Canal Widow's Mite.. Word to the Weary Wreck of the "Great Liverpool" 15 | Intended Visit to a Parishioner "It is I, be not afraid" FRIENDLY VISITOR. No. 328. JANUARY, 1846. VOL. 28. GLAD TIDINGS. COME with me to the garden of Eden. Look back to the hour which succeeded man's apostacy. See the golden chain which bound man to God, and God to man, sundered, apparently forever, and this wretched world, groaning under the weight of human guilt, and its Maker's curse, sinking down, far down into a bottomless abyss of misery and despair. See that awful Being who is a consuming fire, encircling it on every side, and wrapping it, as it were, in an atmosphere of flame. Hear from his lips the tremendous sentence, "Man has sinned, and man must die." See the king of terrors advancing with gigantic strides to execute the awful sentence, the grave expanding her jaws to receive whatever might fall before his wide wasting scythe, and hell beneath, yawning dreadful to engulf forever its guilty, helpless, despairing victims. Such was the situation of our ruined race after the apostacy. Endeavour, if you can, to realize its horrors. Endeavour to forget, for a moment, that you ever heard of Christ or his Gospel. View yourselves as immortal beings hastening to eternity, with the curse of God's broken law, like a flaming sword pursuing you; death, with his dart dipped in mortal poison, awaiting you; a dark cloud, fraught with the lightnings of divine vengeance rolling over your heads; your feet standing in slippery places, in darkness; and the bottomless pit beneath expecting your fall. Then, when not only all hope, but all possibility of escape seemed taken away, suppose the flaming sword suddenly quenched, the sting of death extracted, the sun of righteousness bursting forth and painting a rainbow on the before threatening cloud, a golden ladder let down from the opening gates of heaven, while a choir of angels, swiftly descending, exclaim, "Behold we bring B |