and had better go now." As the men left they were overheard to say, "Never spent a happier evening— never-nohow!" Some time after this, Miss Marsh had a number of the navvies on the lawn before her house, to take leave of them, as she was going away for some weeks. She distributed prayer-books amongst them, as remembrancers, and as an encouragement to attend Divine service. Very few parted from her with dry eyes. The next day a sad accident happened at the Crystal Palace, which crushed into eternity, in an instant, some of these noble men. Who shall say ?—the earnest words of Miss Marsh, on the preceding evening, might have led them to the reception of the truth; and that that parting was but the prelude to a joyous heavenly home.

During Miss Marsh's absence, some of the navvies, in proof of the earnestness of their convictions, expressed their desire to be confirmed, and attended instruction for that purpose. One of them-"very young and sailor-like in his appearance, with an open, true face, and broad, strong shoulders"-subsequently leaving Beckenham, took his farewell of Miss Marsh, after a parting prayer, with a choking voice, "You've been a mother to me. As long as I live I shall never forget you; and God grant I may practise what you've taught me." Another, who had also been confirmed, was urged to partake of the Lord's Supper. He thought much about it; and on the Saturday called on Miss Marsh to say, "I have given up coming to

the Lord's table." "Oh, William, this is a grievous disappointment to me." "I knew it would be. And it is worse to me. Beckenham has been, I believe, my birthplace for heaven: so here I would have liked, of all places, to come for the first time to the Lord's Supper. But, you see, I live in the world, and there is a tempting devil, and I have an evil heart; and if I make a slip after that, they'll say, 'There goes your Sacrament man!' And it will bring a shame on the name of my Lord; and that I could not bear." Kindly and considerately was he reasoned with, until conviction of his duty came upon him, when he said, "I see, I believe; I am satisfied. By God's help I shall come." "And it was a thing to thank God for," says Miss Marsh, "to see his serenely peaceful face as he left the house of God after his first communion." Delightful incidents also occurred in connection with the other men that had been confirmed. Great reason therefore had Miss Marsh, at the close of this cheering year of labour, to write-"Hitherto hath the Lord helped us."

Pleasant memories, also, has Miss Marsh in relation to the quarrels of the navvies. One evening she received from them a basket, fitted up for writing and working materials, and constructed to carry testaments and tracts; they begged her to accept it to remind her of them when they were many miles away. After the basket had been examined and the gift cheerfully received, Paget, one of the givers, said, "I am sorry

to say anything to vex you; but I'd best speak out. If Tall George comes to-night to the reading, I shall order him out." "Tall George" had been circulating the report that Paget had stole a medal from the Christmas-tree at the tea-party; and Paget had been retorting upon Tall George by saying that he had drank ten cups of tea and ate seven bits of cake at the same tea-meeting. Here was serious matter indeed! By bringing the two belligerents together, and constituting what Lord Brougham desires in relation to all quarrels-a court of reconciliation, she got the dispute adjusted. George went with Miss Marsh to Paget's after some conversation; at the first, fists were raised and shaken so near each other's faces that she trembled for the result, when she said, "Oh, Paget! Oh, George! this is terrible. On New Year's night,

angry words said! It

on Sunday night, to have such will not do. It is very sinful. Let us kneel down and pray that the God of peace and love would prove Himself here to be stronger than the father of strife and hatred, that is the devil." She knelt alone at first, then the two men fell suddenly on their knees. "I'll never say another word about it after that prayer," said Paget; "I'll forgive him from my heart." George, however, was irresolute and sullen. "Give me your hand," said Miss Marsh. "That I will." 66 'Now, Paget, give me yours." Two great rough hands met in hers, and then, independently, shook each other as heartily as if the men had been

friends from the cradle, and would be to the grave. Many gladsome instances had she of the sterling English hearts of these navvies, beautifully touching expressions welled from them as they related their wishes and simple experiences. In the order of God's providence Miss Marsh was the instrument in effecting, on their behalf, so much spiritual good; but these navvies have effected for us, who read of their conversions and homely religious life, much good also; if God's grace could mould and change their great rugged hearts and lives, it can change ours; we may realize Henry Hunns'-one of the navvies-experience: "It's the happiest life for a man to live-to live for God-even if there were no heaven."

And some of the navvies experienced while they were at Beckenham the joys of dying for God. One of them who had been put in a London hospital, had exercised himself by reading and talking to those who lay around him, especially to one who woke him up in the night with the exclamations of "Oh, I am dying!

-I am dying!-where am I going?" The navvy asked him his hope for heaven; he had done no murder, nor had he wronged his neighbour. "That is not enough. I have a printed letter here which says, 'I am a lost sinner-I have a gracious Saviour. My sins are very many, and only Christ's blood can wash them away."" On the following day, the sick man prayed his humble friend to read to him out of the New Testament; and in the night he died, repeat

ing the words, "My sins are very many, and only Christ's blood can wash them away." Another navvy, Henry Randall, went to a London hospital; James W — brought him to the rectory to take leave of Miss Marsh. After giving him a Testament and some books, she was parting with him, when Jamės said, “I hope it's not a liberty, ma'am; but would you have a bit of a prayer with him. I don't much think you or I will ever see him again alive." Here was a man, six months before a drunkard, now prompting Miss Marsh to her duty! Henry Randall did not die in the hospital; a year afterwards, Miss Marsh saw him in a cottage at Norwood. His first words were, "Oh, I am so happy! I wanted to see you, to tell you that I am so happy in Jesus Christ." He had been encouraged when in the hospital to speak of God's love to those who lay on the sick beds, and to read God's Word to them. He believed that God had blessed the reading to two men who died there. And he himself, after eight weeks' lingering pain, but ever "rejoicing in hope,” fell asleep in Jesus.

But Miss Marsh had trials with these men-it would have been strange if she had not. Some of them were tempted, and fell-and it would have been strange if they had not. One man, Henry Hunns, was the subject of a conspiracy on the part of a landlord of one of the publics. When Henry was passing, a man called from the door, "Treat us to a mug. You're grown rather near of late." To call