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Though Elizabeth possessed many of those personal qualities, which are often a source of vanity and trouble to young women, yet she was remarkably modest and unassuming.
About two years ago her father died very suddenly, he left his work one hour and died the next; since that event she has often been heard to speak of the uncertainty of life, and of the importance of being always prepared to meet God; the words of our Lord seemed always upon her mind, she seldom told her Christian experience without referring to them, “Be ye also ready, for in such an as ye think not the Son of man cometh.”
On the 15th of January, 1857, about two o'clock in the afternoon, while at her work in the mill, she fell down upon her knees; when raised up by those who worked near her, she said, it is death, it is death. She was carried home, her sufferings that afternoon, and the night following, were great beyond description, but in all her extreme pain, surrounded by her weeping friends and relatives, her mind was calm and peaceful, she appeared the only person in the room that conld look upon her sudden affliction with composure.
When her leader called to see her, she looked at him with a heavenly smile, and said, ( if it was not for this religion, what could I have done now; immediately after she sung
When I pass the verge of Jordan,
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee. The following morning she departed this life, bearing her humble testimony to the truth of those beautiful lines,
'Tis religion that can give,
The Sabbath following her death was a solemn day in the school, when we stood up to sing the hymn
*** Why should our tears in sorrow flow, &c." Tears glistened in almost every eye, the girls in her own class wept as if their little hearts would break. Many were the good resolutions formed that day. Many were the silent prayers breathed to heaven for grace to live and die as Elizabeth had done.
We hope that the life and death of this amiable young woman, will induce many of our young friends to remember their Creator in the days of their youth.
To be satisfied early with God's mercy is the only way to live a happy and useful life, and such a life is the most certain, if not the only way to secure a peaceful death, and a glorious entrance into the better land.
MEMOIR OF MARTHA WALLEY. Martha Walley was born at Hanley, Staffordshire, on the 29th of December, 1853. She began to attend the Sabbath-school when very young. She took great delight in being regular, and paid attention to the instructions given respecting Christ, and things which had reference to her everlasting welfare. She was an obedient child, i and persevering in her religious duties. Her leisure hours would be spent in reading the Bible, or some other good book, and though very young she would commit to memory large portions of the word of God, and long pieces of poetry. She was fond of singing, indeed her taste and disposition were such as to gain the affections of those around her. She would often sympathize with her mother on behalf of the poor, and when she had money given to her, would have pleasure in relieving sone distressed child. In this way she showed her kindness of heart. She was now nine years old.
About this time she so gained the affections of her uncle, who lived in Ireland, that with the consent of her
parents, she accompanied him to that country. There she did not forget the Sabbath-school, and still attended to her religious duties. In a short time she became very useful to her uncle, and was able to superintend his business whilst he came over to England. Martha remained in Ireland until the 26th of May, 1852, when she returned home with her father, who had been on a visit to her uncle.
Mr. Walley's health had been indifferent for some time, and he had been advised to try the voyage, but a week after his return he was summoned to the upper world. He left satisfactory evidence behind that he is now in heaven. Martha's health at this time began to fail. She suffered much from fainting fits, and was in consequence prevented from returning to Ireland. She became gradually worse, her disease gained ground and took firmer hold of her frame. As she grew worse, she was desirous of being visited by some Christian friends from the Chapel. When asked how she felt, she said, “I am short of something," thus proving that morality in its brightest forms will not satisfy us on a dying bed. She was directed to Jesus,-the Lamb in God who taketh away the sins of the world. Her desires after heaven and the salvation of her soul became more earnest. At another time the song of the pilgrim on his way to heaven, was sung to her in which she joined with tears. She now seemed drawing nearer to her Saviour, her conversation was sweet and pleasing. She would talk of Heaven and its joys, of Christ's love in dying to save sinners.
On Sunday the 14th of August, she was much troubled about the safety of her soul. Such passages of Scripture as were applicable to her case were repeated. “All is well” was sung, and now she laid hold of her Saviour with a firm grasp She felt the pardoning love of God, and was assured her sins were forgiven. After this, Satan often strove to weaken her confidence, but she trusted in God. One day being asked how she felt, she said “All is well” and that God for Christ's sake had pardoned all her sins. The week before she died she often said to her mother,
and sisters, “ do not weep for me, weep for yourselves, I am going to heaven.” When told that her stay on earth was likely to be very short, “then,” said she, “I shall soon be in heaven with my Jesus." This was on the Monday. She however revived and lived until the Saturday following, when rather unexpectedly death summoned her away. To a friend who was with her at the time, she said, all is right, “come Lord Jesus ; " seeing her mother weeping, she said, “ do not cry for me, come Lord Jesus, receive my soul,” and stroking her deathly hand down the face of her friend, said “all is over,” and the spirit passed away. Thus died Martba Walley, in the 17th year of her age.
Dear reader, may you like Martha choose the good part, and “prepare to meet your God," so that at death, you may be admitted into the abodes of the blessed, where there is fulness of joy.
of the pen,
TO THE TEACHERS AND SCHOLARS Of the Tabernacle Sabbath-school, Meadow Lane, Leeds. My dear Friends,
Both young and old, some whom as yet I have not seen, yet love; accept a few lines from one who has often assembled and joined with you in devotional exercises ; from one who sincerely loves you, and hopes to see you once again in the flesh. I speak to you through the m
because I am not favoured with the opportunity of personally addressing you as I have been wont to do in times past. And I may say they were happy times, something like the times David had when he watched his father's sheep, and sung to his solemn tuned Harp the sweet songs of Zion. But ah!
Those bright joyous seasons are fled
Far, far ; beyond time's stinted shore,
They will never return to us more.
But I hope to enjoy others equally as bright. Allow me to say, especially to you who have chosen religion as your guardian Angel, Christ as the foundation of your hopes, heaven as your future resideuce, that, though I am absent in the flesh, yet I am with you in spirit, joying and beholding your order, and the steadfastness of your faith in Christ. And while I pen these lines, tears unbidden start, while the reminiscences of Sabbath-school days crowd thick and fast upon my memory. And I may add how sweet and cheering the remembrance ; in imagination I hear you singing the beautiful verse or hymn, which I have ofteu sung, and which is wafted to the skies every Sabbath, by many infant voices—
Lord, how delightful 'tis to see
They hear of heaven, and learn the way. The Sabbath-school in many instances has been the porch to the portals of eternal blessedness; and the hymn to which we have just alluded, has been sung by many in the Tabernacle-school, who have now passed away to the skies, and are swelling the Anthem of heaven, and casting their blood-bought crowns at the feet of Him who was once a babe in Bethlehem,-they struggled hard as we do now, but the days of their mourning are ended, and God with the soft hand of his love, has wiped all tears from their eyes. Let us follow them, who through faith and patience are now inheriting the promises —
And dying, find our latest foe,
Under our feet at last. With your permission I will now say a few words on the new Year upon which we are just entering. As a certain writer says, the old Year is dead, though many grateful remembrances linger to endear and sanctify its departed scenes. It is gone, and buried in the sepulchre of by gone ages, and its epitaph is now carved in eternal marble, it has gone with all its moments, with all its