gaging manners, she won the esteem of all who knew her. Her friendship was genuine and sincere ;-when she loved, she loved ardently. She was kind, and tender-hearted even to strangers, and if she saw them in necessitous circumstances was ever ready to afford relief; she was a staunch friend and supporter of the Temperance cause, and felt deeply interested in its success. She was an ardent admirer of nature, and especially delighted to pluck the fragrant flower; she was particularly fond of music, and being able to sing sweetly herself, she loved to join with others in that delightful exercise, and to mingle her voice with her fellow teachers, and scholars in the school, and with the great congregation in singing the high praises of God; industrious, she was always happiest when engaged in some kind of employment. Her Christian experience was always sound and scriptural. Her's was an intelligent profession. She not only sought to enjoy the blessings of the Gospel, but to understand its doctrines and obey its precepts: having an enlightened judgment, she endeavoured to keep a conscience void of offence, and to live well pleasing in the sight of her Heavenly Father; she loved the house of God and the means of grace, and was not often absent when she could be there. She esteemed the 66 munion of saints" a great privilege, and took great delight in associating with the people of God. She loved those who ministered unto her in holy things, "esteeming them very highly for their work's sake." Her health was pretty good until the spring of 1883, when she had an attack of the inflammatory fever, which it was feared, she would not survive.

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For several weeks she was confined to her room, and her friends entertained serious doubt as to her recovery. But it pleased the Lord to restore her even from the brink of the grave. She was never very strong after this, and with each successive spring symptoms of fever returned. Nevertheless before her last illness, for a few months she appeared more vigorous and buoyant, more cheerful and happy, than she had been for some time. But the lively flower was doomed to be,

"Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast."

In the March of the present year she took cold, and became seriously ill; however, she rallied a little, and there was ground to hope for her recovery. But on the week prior to the holding of the great "Alliance bazaar" in Manchester, she took cold in going out to inspect the articles which had to be sent from Darwen. She was shortly after confined to her bed, and soon showed symptoms of an intermittent fever. It was very early suspected that consumption would supervene, and hurry her to the grave. And this dire anticipation was soon realized; after the fever had been stayed, her friends saw that she was fast sinking into the arms of death. Her last illness had come, but it did not find her unprepared, she had her lamp trimmed and her light burning brilliantly. She was grounded and settled on the Rock of Ages, she rested her all on the atoning Lamb-hence she | had a "settled peace," and "a lively hope." Her sufferings at times were most intense: sometimes she would say, “O, I feel as though I was burning away." Soon after she had taken to her bed, she was asked if she could resign herself into the hands of God. She replied, "yes, I should like, however, if it be His will, to be restored for the sake of mother; nevertheless, 'not my will, but thine be done."" She seemed at times to be raised above herself, and all terrestrial things, and to be holding delightful intercourse with the "Father of spirits." A short time before her death, she called the members of the family into her room, told them that she was going to leave them, and requested them to meet her in heaven. And while they stood bathed in tears, she calmly whispered, "weep not for me," and seeing her dear mother weeping with the rest, she said, (as if intending to console her) "O! but I should like to live for mother's sake, and may not I live? yes, God is omnipotent, and he can raise me up even from this, but not my will, his be done."

For a few days Providence did see fit to restore her a little, and her friends indulged in the fond hope that she was about to be fully restored; but that hope was doomed

to disappointment. For a few days she rallied, but afterwards gradually sunk, and for several days she lingered just on the portals of the grave, and on the confines of the eternal world. While she was in this state, a most affecting circumstance transpired. Her dear mother, who was in a moderate state of health, and regularly attending upon her, was seized with a fit of apoplexy, and died in a few hours. Many fears were entertained that the intelligence of so mournful an event would so excite her as to cause instant death. However, it was thought best to make her acquainted with it at the commencement. She manifested considerable anxiety during the evening, made many inquiries respecting her, and seemed very desirous for her to be spared. But when she was told that her mother was dead, she received the intelligence calmly and with the utmost submission. Her friends, who believed in the sufficiency of Divine grace to sustain the soul under the most trying circumstances, were nevertheless amazed at her fortitude and resignation. It was only the eve before that her mother, with kind looks, and comfortable words, had waited upon her, but now she was gone,-gone- -no more to watch over her lonely pillow and smooth her dying couch. In the next chamber she lay, a cold and lifeless corpse.

A friend, while speaking to her on the faithfulness of God, said, "I have never known a more striking verification of the promise, 'As thy days, so shall thy strength be,' than I have witnessed in your case." At this time she became the subject of a very peculiar temptation, which very much harassed her mind. It was most distressing to see her under its influence. Her friends uttered sweet words of comfort and encouragement in her ears. Believing it to be one of the devices of Satan, she endeavoured to resist it. She called upon a friend in the room to pray; this being done, she repeated her request until the temptation was removed, and then she exultingly exclaimed, “All is well.” She requested those who were with her to sing that beautiful and appropriate piece, commencing with

What, what is this that steals upon my frame,

Is it death? Is it death? &c.

And, as they were not for the moment capable of commencing, she began herself. These were the last words she sung on earth, and they fell on our ears sweet as from an angel's lips. All were deeply impressed with the conviction, that that voice which had so often joined in the hallelujahs of the Sabbath-school, and the great congregation, would soon be hushed in death.

Before her death she felt considerable anxiety about her scholars, and spoke of them in the most feeling manner; she would gladly have had a parting word with each, but the interview would have been more than she could have borne.

A short time before her death, she was exceedingly happy, her evidence was clear, her prospects were bright, and she seemed to participate in the feelings of the poet, who sung

"The promised land from Pisgah's top

I now exult to see,

My hope is full (O glorious hope)

Of immortality."

She told us that she was going to join those who were gone before. "Yes," she said, "I have a father and two brothers in heaven, and I have a mother who has just arrived;" she continued, "four of our family in heaven, and another about to be added. O bliss unspeakable, O joyous meeting," and then, "when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, 'Death is swallowed up in victory, O death where is thy sting, O grave where is thy victory.'" Whilst bending o'er the scene, we felt that we could truly say"For her is prepared an angelical guard,

A convoy attends,

And a ministering host of invisible friends,

Ready wing'd for the flight, to the regions of light,
The horses are come,

The chariots of Israel to carry her home."

Several of the friends who visited her, said, “O she is so

near to heaven." She longed to be released from the burden of the flesh, "To have her passport signed, and be dismissed." Hush the messenger has arrived, there is a struggle, our sister is experiencing the pangs of expiring nature; there is a struggle and all is calm. But she is still with us. Ah, but it is the last. Yes, she is still here, but just on the threshhold; death is seizing his prey, eternity is near. But angels are waiting heaven's opening,— sister you are going, a token of triumph; farewell, until we see you again on the plains of light, and mingle our voices with yours in praise and thanksgivings unto Him who hath "done all things well."

On the 12th of June, 1856, she entered into the joy of her Lord, in the twenty-third year of her age.

Our sister the haven hath gained,
Out-flying the tempest and wind,
Her rest she hath sooner obtained,
And left her companions behind,
Still tossed on a sea of distress,

Hard sailing to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more.

Her death was improved in the Chapel at Over Darwen, on Sunday, July 27th, by the Rev. J. Thompson, to a large and deeply affected congregation. J. BEADS.

"THE SABBATH BREAKER'S MARK."

Upwards of twenty years ago, in a pleasantly situated village in the county of C, it was usual for the children of the village, and those of the adjacent villages, to be called together twice on the Lord's day, at the parish Church. I say called together, for though it had the name of Sunday-school, the like now would be denounced as totally unworthy of the name. Occasionally the clergyman, who lived at a considerable distance from the Church, came in time to look at the children, and sometimes to hear either the first class of boys, or the first class of girls read, and perhaps ask them a few, not very important or