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No trifle would keep him from attending either the public or privatemeans of
grace. Truly it might be said he was a lover of God's House. And it is rather remarkable that the last text he was permitted to preach from was, “Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house, and the place where Thine honour dwelleth.”
He took a very deep interest in the Mission cause ; also in the Mutual-Aid Association ; did what he could to promote its interests, and was himself an honorary member from its commencement.
On October 12th, 1876, he removed with his family to Buckingham ; but to his inexpressible grief, in about two months he was called to part from his beloved wife. He felt the stroke keenly, but was enabled to bow with submission to the Divine will, knowing his loss would be her eternal gain, and looking forward with joyful anticipation to the blissful reunion.
All throughout his Christian career, he was called to endure severe temptations, and many and very painful trials; more especially during the last few years of his life; but all appear to have been borne with Christian patience and resignation; and his last, long and trying affliction was borne with cheerful submission.
murmur can those who waited on him remember to have ever escaped his lips.
On the 10th of November, 1878, at Steeple Claydon, immediately after preaching, he was seized with paralysis, and it was thought for several days it would prove fatal; but, when conscious, he was very happy. Soon after his being taken ill, he exclaimed, “The Great Physician now is near. How good the Lord is! He is merciful. Having loved His own, He loveth unto the end.” A friend coming in, said, “ You feel the Lord with you ?” He said, “ Yes, He never changeth." At another time he said, “ Blessed Jesus, wbat delicious fare! &c. I never needed help as I do now. Jesus, my great High Priest; all my trust is in Jesus ; I am on the Rock. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord for ever.” At another time he said, “God is the refuge of His saints,' &c. .My Jesus to know,' &c. With Thee conversing we forget,' &c. • Jesu, lover of my soul,' &c. My thoughts are about Jesus.
Jesus, my all in all Thou art.''
oso I have redeemed thee,'” and, 6. Fear thou not, for I am with thee,' &c. So many Fear nots.” At another time he said, “ My work is not done. Read me the 289th hymn." These are only a few amongst the many beautiful verses and expressions which escaped his lips.
At the end of three weeks, much to the surprise of all, he was removed home, and bore the journey much better than was expected. He gradually gained a little strength ; and, though never able to turn himself in bed, as he had quite lost the use of one side, with the assistance of two or three friends he would sometimes sit up for a short time in an easy chair. . Many Christian friends visited him, and it was his great delight for them to read the Scriptures and pray with him. He was able to read
but little himself, but so delighted to hear Wesley's hymns, Watson's sermons and the “King's Highway ;” and, when he was able to bear it, very much enjoyed a little singing and music. One special favourite
“ Jesus saves me all the time;
Just twelve months from the day he was taken ill, when those near and dear to him thought he was gaining strength, he was suddenly removed from earth's sorrows and trials to that land where tears are for ever wiped away, to join his loved ones who had gone before. A short time before his death, several times he repeated those beautiful lines
“I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me,” &c. On the Sunday before his death, he requested that well-known hymn to be played and sung, “ Thy will be done.” He also joined in singing, “When all Thy mercies, O my God." Little did those who joined with him think it was the last they should sing together on earth ; but so it proved, for, ere the close of another Sabbath, he had joined in singing the New Song. May his lifelong prayer be answered
“When soon or late we reach the coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driven,
A family in Heaven.” A funeral sermon was preached on the following Sanday evening in Buckingham Chapel, by the Rev. C. W. Rawlings, from the words, “ And they that were ready, went in with Him to the marriage.” And on a following Sunday at Tingervick, by the Rev. A. T. Hocking, of Brackley, from-“ Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him."
A LIFE PICTURE. A WOMAN sits alone; a woman with a sad, quiet, pitiful face, young in its outline and roundness, old in its traces of pain and sorrow; large, dark grey eyes, from which the tears are slowly falling on the garment she sews; and, as she drearily stitches away, she thinks of that beautiful far-off land," where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest." Ah, that is the place she wants to reach; and to-night her
memory is roving over long-forgotten scenes; childhood's happy days and dreams, when the long vista of years stretched before her like a sunny, azure sky, cloudless and beautiful; when she, the only and petted child of indulgent parents, laughed and carolled in innocent glee, with no foreshadowing of the bitter curse that would blight and embitter her whole life, robbing her of all that woman holds priceless and dear.
Mrs. Grey's early life had been
spent in a happy home, where peace, patchwork counterpane, which her purity, and cheerfulness always found own deft fingers had sewn to cover a dwelling-place, and no rough wind the worn things beneath. And this had touched her until years after she is all that remains of her once prettily had given her hand to the one who decorated and well-furnished home. won her trusting girlish heart; then One by one she had parted with each the shadow crept in, gradually article of furniture to keep the wolf growing denser and darker, until she from the threshold ; but now all her struggled helplessly against the fear- efforts seemed in vain, for day by day ful gloom which enshrouded her, and, she grows weaker, and her hand now mourning, turned from her broken refuses to accomplish the work that dream of happiness in despair. Two must be done to prevent starvation years after her marriage, a little son and death entering the door. Hark ! came to gladden the hearts of its the sound of a footstep falls on her parents, and their cup of happiness ear; not the one she used to love seemed full to overflowing. Now her light, springing, and bouyant,-but little one is laid in the quiet grave, an unsteady, slouching, straggling the blue eyes and dimpled limbs at step, proclaiming the
drunkard's rest till the great resurrection; and return. He enters, and, with a harsh, none know how the mother's heart discordant laugh, asks for " brandy." aches and yearns for the clinging The woman's face does not little arms and the pattering of tiny change its expression! No, for it is, feet; none witness the bitter tears alas! an oft-repeated request; and wrung from her inmost soul, as she the disfigured, debauched, and looks with loving eyes and brooding wretched man reels on to the bed, pain at the little half-worn frocks, and sleeps the inebriate's sleep. Ask shoes, and toys laid by in the drawer, her how he fell. I will tell you her which no eye but hers ever beholds. story
as I heard it from her own lips. Time was when another heart shared “When I married Harry, he was her burdens, and a manly love and so handsome and kind-ah, you need tenderness had aided in soothing her not look at him now, and think it grief; but now she was alone, alone impossible; that isn't my Harry to bear it all. Where was he? Wait lying there, but the thing into which in that desolate room, and you shall drink has transfigured him-I thought know.
I could never know greater happiness. Hour after hour drags wearily He had a deep rich, tenor voice, and away, and the quiet watcher pulls night after night we sang together, or together the few dying embers, re- took walks in the quiet country lanes, flecting with a sigh that there is no until I fancied that nothing but death more fuel in the house, and her fingers could ever spoil our treasured happicannot accomplish so much of the ness and home. Then when Baby unending stitching when they are came Harry was so proud of him that numb and blue with the cold. But he said he must try and get a the time of keen anguish and pain is situation in the town, that our boy past with her now, and she only might be educated well. I willingly wonders, with a vague sense of unrest, acceded, fondly thinking that our how long this state of things will last: happiness was now even more firmly hope is almost banished from her secured than before, and twelve heart, and despair sits, like a dread months after, we came here. At first sentinel, upon her hearthstone. Oh! we lived in that pretty house in what has wrought this fearful desola- S-street, with every comfort tion? Surely some fiend incarnate gathered round us ; but when we had must have stepped over that threshold been there a few months Harry to work such utter devastation and commenced staying out late at night, ruin. She looks drearily round the first making office work his excuse, room, and gazes vacantly with her and then the society of friends ; but mournful eyes at its contents—a when I asked him to bring them broken table, two chairs, a stool, and home and spend the evening here, he a bedstead over which is spread a laughed at what he termed my silly
notions, saying, 'A man couldn't grovelling in the dust. I turned and always be tied to a woman's apron- fled into the house, and God help all string, even if she were his wife.' those who endure what I endured Time passed on, and then, night after that night! I think my sun of night, he came in flushed and excited earthly hope set then, for that sight with wine. I pleaded, coaxed, and blackened my whole life. It was the remonstrated with him; but he turned beginning of the old, wretched life, a deaf ear to all my entreaties. Of only, if possible, a wretchedness course, our income could not stand increased tenfold, and a degradation the continual drain, and week after deeper and more intense. I took week he gave me less for household these things with me (pointing to the expenses, till, to keep my baby alive, furniture) when we went home, and, I parted with several articles of
when everything else on the farm furniture to buy food. When he was sold, I saved these as relics of a found what I had done, he, for the happier time. Drink has done it all! first time, swore an awful oath, Drink has killed my baby, ruined declaring that he had given a bill of oh, how irretrievably !-its father, sale on everything in the house. A and wrecked my whole life. Do you week after, his employer gave him wonder I don't weep?
Ah, God notice, and shortly he was turned
grant you may never live to know adrift. At the same time our baby that dull aching and anguish which was ill, and the doctor said nothing tears will not relieve !" but nourishing things could keep him And she turned, with a convulsive alive. I sold my watch and wedding- shudder, and gazed, with a gleam of ring—my other jewellery had gone the old tenderness, on him who so before—but the money was spent all ruthlessly had dispelled her life's too soon, and my baby, my darling, happiness. daily wasted, until his little blue eyes closed in death, and I thanked God
Six months after I saw a pauper's ended.
funeral lea the hou that his sufferings were
and heard While he was lying in his little
the neighbours saying, as they coffin, the man holding the bill,
gathered round the door—"A good hearing that Harry was out of em
thing for her, poor thing; she has
known real hard times of it!" ployment, came and took our furniture, compassionately leaving us
I saw a man leaning against the the bedstead, chairs, and table. I
window, with white face and sunken would not give my child a pauper's
eyes, and, as I looked upon him, I burial, and my husband dared me to
said, 66 Whoso breaketh a hedge, a ask my relations for help, so I sold
serpent shall bite him." enough of my wardrobe to bury my
MARY BASKIN. darling. Then we lived, or rather, almost starved, for nearly a year,
Passing Cbents. Harry drinking and repenting, until I lost all faith in him. Nearly a year dragged on, and then we re- MR. Thomas L. Plant, of Moseley, ceived a letter from our family near Birmingham, lately forwarded solicitor, stating that my father was an interesting letter to the editor of dead, He had died suddenly-was the Times on the temperature of the well in the morning, and sleeping his past twenty years.
• The average last sleep at night. We went home, annual temperature has been 48-2, and when we came into possession of the same as the mean temperature of my father's well-stocked farm, Harry October. July was the hottest month again renewed his vows, and for a in eleven of the twenty summers, time all went well, until the fear of August eight, and June one. January his again falling became more dim was the coldest in eleven winters, and indistinct. One day, when he December five, and February four. returned from market, I went to the The mean temperature of the five end of the lane as usual to meet him, months ending March 31st in the and he came staggering along, almost twenty years, is 38.9 deg. During
this long period (November to March inclusive) nature is asleep, so far as vegetation is concerned, and is not again brought into active life until under the influence of improved temperature in April or May. The advent of Spring is most uncertain, April being sometimes a really wintry month; this was the case in 1837, 1849,1861, 1877, 1879. The mean temperature of April 1837 was only 38.5 degrees. Since 1860 we have had three severe winters. The first was in 1870-71; the others were in 187879, 1879-80. Two consecutive winters of great severity seldom occur; the winter of 1878-79 was the most protracted of modern date. In the twenty years we had only four dry, hot summers, and good harvests1863, 1864,1868, 1870. All these were excellent seasons. Nothing has since equalled them, so that it is ten years since the last good harvest." Yet, for all the ways of Providence, shall we not continually bless the Lord ?
Sir WM. HARCOURT, the Home Secretary, has been delivering most telling addresses at the opening of a New Coffee Tavern at Derby. The Judges are in the habit of saying strong things on the drinking habits of the people; but their observations only apply to any section of the coun. try they may have visited. Sir Wm. Harcourt speaks as having the matter before him for the whole country. Sir Wm. said: “Nobody, especially any one who, in a public situation, is connected with the control in any way of the police or crime of this country, can be otherwise than most deeply impressed-more deeply day by day-with the immense and intolerable evils of intemperance. The histories of misery and crime that come before me are more terrible than those ever painted in any romance. Although I am not in a position to lay before you at the moment wbat I consider would be an adequate cure for such a condition of things, you will not, I am sure, think that I am insensible to the evil, or otherwise than most deeply anxious to see if anything can be done to remedy it."
In the course of these addresses, Sir Wm.gave a most affecting statement of a man who had just
been hanged for murder. “ He had been convicted again and again for almost every species of offence; and every one of these convictions was connected with drink."
SPEAKING to a meeting of Teachers of the British and Foreign School Society, Mr. Mundella, the VicePresident of the Committee of Council, urged the encouragement of thrift. After the Franco-German War, the French nation soon recuperated the immense sum they were called upon
M. Gambetta lately remarked : “I believe, in a great measure, the strength of the French nation is in the thrifty habits of the French women.' Mr, Mundella thought it was possible for the teachers, as a voluntary act, to inculcate the principle of thrift in the four millions of children with whom they came into contact; and by the use of the postage-stamp system, convert each school into a penny savings' bank. If he could relieve them of some of their duties, to enable them to carry this out, he would gladly do
He trusted they would remember that they were doing something in forming the destiny of the greatest nation upon earth.
In reply to resolutions of the Pennsylvanian Peace Society, forwarded to Mr. John Bright, the Right Hon. gentleman replied : “ Arbitration is often good, and may be, and I doubt. not will be, more and more frequently adopted; but there are cases, and not a few, when it cannot be called in with any advantage. What is wanted is a stronger sense of the evil of war, and of the crime of which it is the cause, and a desire on the part of all Christian men to suppress it.
Then men will look on disputed questions without passion, and will strive to settle them without bloodshed, and will refuse to make the tremendous sacrifices which wars involve, at the bidding of ambitious and wicked rulers and statesmen.”
EVERY month will draw us nearer the time of the meeting of the proposed Universal
of Methodists, to be held in September, in City Road Chapel. With Mr. Wm. McArthur as Lord Mayor, and