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I, from Afric's burning sand,

I, from islands of the main.
All our earthly journey past,

Every tear and pain gone by;
Here together met at last,

At the portal of the sky.
Each the welcome “ Come ” awaits.-

Conquerors over death and sin ;
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,

Let the little travellers in!” The nature of the disease sent to hasteu little Tommy to the tomb precluded any of his friends from holding conversation with him. The little mind often wandered ; and so great was his weakness, when consciousness returned, he could only speak in monosyllables, and even these he could ! not repeat. But most patient and quiet lay the dear little boy on his bed of death, now and then giving sign of paia or thirst by saying in a gentle voice,“ Oh, dear!” Thus he lay, till the dark-winged angel came, and then so gently he passed from earth to the spirit-land, it seemed like the natural sleep of a lovely infant; but, as the day was breaking, the anxious watchers could only say—“Dear Tommy is gone !”

One night during the early part of his illness, there was a fearful thunder-storm ; but young dying Tommy felt no fear-he requested the window-curtain to be drawn back, I and the candle to be extinguished that he might the better see the vivid lightning! Ah, dear little boy! thou art far above the thunder-cloud now. May we meet thee in the uncorrupted, undefiled land, where fear, and sin, and death, are for ever excluded. May the tears that are falling over i the little grave of this beautiful Sabbath-school boy be submissive tears- remembering that he is safely folded in the great Shepherd's arms.— The Mother's Friend.

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A LESSON FOR THE PRINCE OF WALES. During her Majesty's residence, some years ago, at Osborne, in the Isle of Wight, her children were accustomed to ramble along the sea shore. Now, it so happened on one occasion, that the young Prince of Wales met a boy who had been gathering sea shells. The boy had got a basket full. The young Prince, presuming upon his high position, thought himself privileged to do what he pleased with impunity. So without any notice he upset the boy's basket and shells. The poor lad was very indignant, and observed, “ You do that again, and I'll lick you.” “Put the shells into the basket,” said the Prince, “and see if I don't.” The shells were gathered up and put into the basket. “Now," said the lad, “ touch'em again, old fellow, if you dare!” whereupon the Prince again pitched over the shells and the lad "pitched into him," and gave him such a licking as few Princes ever had. His lip was cut open,

his nose knocked considerably out of its perpendicular, and his eyes of a colour which might have well become the champion of a prize ring. His disfigured face could not long be concealed from the royal mother. She inquired the cause of its disfigurement. The Prince was silent, but at last confessed the truth. The poor boy was ordered before the Queen. He was asked to tell his story. He did so in a very straightforward manner. At its conclusion, turning to her child, the Queen said, “You have been rightly served, sir. Had you not been punished sufficiently already, I should have punished you severely. When you commit a like offence I trust you will always receive a similar punishment.” Turning to the poor boy, she commanded his parents to her presence the following morning. They came—and the result of the interview was, that her Majesty told them she had made arrangements for educating and providing for their son, and she hoped he would make good use of the advantages which would be placed within his reach.



WRITTEN BY HER FATHER, Sarah Ann Miles was born March 29th, 1840 ; had been of a delicate constitution from infancy; for two and a-half years she had been evidently declining in health ; for about six months she had scarcely been able to leave her home. At the revival services which were held in the Tabernacle, Grosvenor Street, at the beginning of the year, with i much effort she attended frequently, although she had it been for some time a member of the Wesleyan Association. I She had not been savingly acquainted with the grace of God, and she was anxious to feel that Spirit which she felt at work in her soul, and whose wonderful operations she say on those around her, bearing witness with her spirit. Night after night she joined her prayers with those

..1 of other penitents to her heavenly Father, who granted her requests, soon as she had sufficient faith to cast her soul upon mercy. When questioned by her mother on i her return from the meeting as to her state, she expressed her fullest confidence in the change God had wrought in her heart. The general change in her deportment from this time was a proof of what God had done for her. From this time she appeared to have little delight in reading any book but her hymn-book, James' Anxious Enquirer, and her Bible; at times she gave way to doubting, which clouded her mind, and made her unhappy; í but when spoken to by either father or mother, she generally felt cheered again. Being naturally reserved and afraid of saying more than she felt; it was sometimes difficult to get at her state of feeling; she was always very glad to have her father reading to her, and praying with her; (is it not a lovely sight to see praying parents praring with their children)? When God's Word was read to her, and there was any passage she did not clearly understand, she would frequently ask for explanation ; she was much pleased when the 14th chapter of John was read to her, but seemed afraid to give preference to any portion as she said all was good. One day, while her mother was

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reading to her the 21st chapter of Revelations, she said, “will not that be nice ? O, how I long to be there !" During the last five or six weeks of her illness, she suffered much, she would express her desire to die, saying she knew there would be no suffering in heaven, and she knew she should go there; when her parents would endeavour to console her by directing her mind to the fact, that our sufferings are the consequence of sin, and not for God's pleasure, and also to what her Saviour suffered on her account, which enabled her to bear her sufferings better. When asked by her father of her confidence in God, she said she felt sure of answers to her prayers, but owing to her pain she could not keep her mind so much fixed on her Saviour as she wished.

About a fortnight before her death she was very much annoyed by the Enemy of souls, who said to her that the harvest was past and the summer was ended and she was not saved. When her father came home in the evening she spoke to him of her doubts and fears. He said to her, “ It will never do to have any doubts on this great matter, we must pray about it.” We engaged in prayer and she cried earnestly for deliverance. The Lord was indeed present, and he said to the troubled spirit, Peace, be still. She seemed easy and undisturbed except with the thought that her mother could not give her up, which she several times entreated her to do, as she said it only delayed her here.

A few hours before her death her father was standing by her bedside, expecting she was just breathing her last, the thought passed through his mind—now after all if she should not be ready; the thought made him weep. Just at that moment she opened her eyes and gave him such a lovely smile. Then he asked her, “Do you feel Christ precious?” She said " Yes,” but observing his tears asked, "are you afraid I shall not go to heaven?” in a tone that gave reproof. He calmed her by saying that he ought not to weep but rather rejoice. Several days before this her mother had been speaking respecting her brother, who had died about two years and a half before, and had said she should have been glad to have had some dying word from

him. She answered that if she could she would leare te bonne token of assurance. With these dying words on bez lips" I am going to bearen, I am going to hearen." bez spirit took its flight, aboat a quarter before three o'clock in the afternoon, May 30th, 1857. Another link upward one less downward.


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CELEBRATION OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. “I happened to be in Philadelphia on the 4th of Jalsthe glorious day of Independence. The whole of the night before was one continuous cracker. Thousands went of every moment. Every little Republican boy, throughout the day, was celebrating Independence, by throwing crackers into stores, along the streets and among the crowd. Only four houses were burnt in this way. Thousands of people visited the Hall of Independence, where the famons Declaration was signed. Before you stands a fine statue of ! Washington, with an inscription on a piece of marble, on which the President stood when he read the Declaration. First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen! Full-length portraits of William Penn, General Lafayette, and other patriot fathers adorn the wails. A monster meeting of workmen of all the trades, was held in Independence Square, to assert their rights. Their speeches were in the highest order of eloquence, and the action of the speakers, while they pointed often to the old bell which rung out the tidings that America was Inde pendent, was exceedingly powerful and thrilling. Fifty thousand persons were present at the fireworks in the evening. There were not many disparaging allusions made that day to the old country. The bitter feeling preralent, among all classes, especially among the lower orders, against England, appears to be fast dying away. I rejoiced in their Independence as much as any republican. Jonathan had grown a big boy or rather the father of a large famils, i

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