I will close. Let me charge you to avoid everything that may injure your head, and thus unfit you for your holy engagements. A true soldier in this eventful battle may be enfeebled by long exhaustion, but his Captain is no hard taskmaster, and provides rest for His weary and wounded ones. But I must conclude, although this subject opens upon me. My love to the dear heads of the R- family, and to Overlook all vain repetitions in my letters; remember the aged cannot do what they have done. There is more in my heart than it can well contain. Oh, what will heaven be! There, and there only will there be a continuous emptying and filling again of the renewed, sanctified vessel of mercy. Write to me soon." * "P.S. I have written to Forbes to offer my proper congratulations upon the Oxford University honour, which, through his indefatigable exertions, has been conferred upon him, not forgetting the goodness of God in it.” The following extract should have appeared in an earlier part of the volume, but the sentiments it contains are too valuable and precious to be omitted: "Lord Lyndhurst is now able to see, the operation having proved entirely successful. Oh, to give the glory of all our blessings not to man, but to God! How needful is the longsuffering patience of a good and gracious God to us! How slow to anger, how ready to forgive! How we ought to love Him, and by our love make up the deficiency of all that is lacking in those that love Him not! How sweet it is to go and tell Him how much we love Him, and then to feel that we love Him because He first loved us! What a stupendous privilege, this holy union and communion with Jesus-Godman Mediator-God-with-us! How blessed it is to open our heart just as it is, with all its coldness, deadness, and sinfulness, to Him, keeping nothing back, but telling Him all! What a relief, under any circumstances, is the mighty privilege! Though the whole world were to turn its back upon us, and clouds gathered thick and darkened around, yet here is a shelter, a pavilion, and a hiding-place, full of comfort and safety, in the very heart of Jesus, God's dear and well-beloved Son. * At the installation of the Earl of Derby, the honorary degree of D.C.L. was conferred upon her son, DR. FORBES WINSLOW. Keep nothing back from "Oh, the mercy of mercies to know Him, even were there not an endless hereafter, when we expect to see and enjoy Him through an endless eternity! Shall these eyes see Jesus? Yes, those very eyes shall behold Him whom my soul loveth. Let it be our aim to glorify Him here, and when we fall short, hasten to acknowledge at once. Christ. Have no concealments. and misdoings, our seen and unseen without-all, all at once to Jesus. all our diseases, to help all our infirmities, and to give us every possible good for time and for eternity. Oh, do help me to praise Him-help me to love Him! I think if I had ten thousand hearts, I could give them all to Him. Good-bye. Do not go where there is fever, nor expose yourself to the heat of the day, nor overwork yourself. Remember, the body is redeemed as well as the soul, and that both belong to Christ." CHAPTER XIV. THE last epoch of the Christian's life-such a life as these pages have attempted to portray-cannot but be peculiarly interesting and impressive. It were, perhaps, incorrect to speak of it as the most instructive part of his history. A prolonged course of unreserved consecration to Christ, the record of which would be but a continuous testimony to the truth of the Bible, the character of God, and the power of the Saviour's grace in upholding and succouring, sanctifying and comforting the believer, must necessarily constitute a volume of instruction, such as the most triumphant departure could scarcely supply. If this be so, of how much greater moment, then, is it that the Christian should be solicitous how he should live, rather than forestall, by vain and fruitless speculations, the question how he shall die! It is the life, and not the death, that supplies the most satisfactory and assured evidence of real conversion. "Tell me not," says the excellent John Newton, "how a man died; rather tell me how he lived." Let but the religion of an individual be a living, practical embodiment of the noble sentiment of Paul, "For me to live is Christ," and he need not be unduly anxious about his final change; that change, be it whatever God appoints, must be his gain. It is not always that a life of such transcendant beauty—' the beauty of holiness'—as that which we have sought to delineate, is closed by a departure of such corresponding interest and grandeur. As if to illustrate the importance, and to enforce the lesson of a holy life, as a thing of essential moment, God has sometimes disappointed a too eager and, perhaps, too curious expectation, and has taken home His child, not in a chariot of fire, but of cloud. We are now, however, to trace the harmony between an eminently godly life, and a singularly happy death. Indeed, so strangely and beautifully alike were the two, it were difficult to decide which the most became her, and which brought most honour to God—the dying life or the living death. Both were emphatically-life in Jesus. The reader, as he unfolds the closing leaves of this volume, will not fail to mark, we will not say the growing spirituality of its subject, but the deepening glory into which she was so soon to enter. Every thought and word, every look and action, now indicated the nearness of the soul to a higher, nobler, and more genial state of being. While the 'weary wheels of life' moved slower and slower, the 'deathless principle' within gathered fresh strength, and with uplifted pinions and panting bosom, waited and watched the signal for its flight.* Unconsciously to herself, but visibly to all around her, she grew still more heavenly. And as each day some crumbling fragment of the earthly house gave way, the opening chinks let in upon her soul richer streams of the light and blessedness of the upper world, imparting to her countenance inimitable beauty, and to her conversation an indescribable charm. And now she wearied to be gone. As pines the fond child for its home, as sighs the way-worn traveller for his rest, as longs the stormtossed voyager for the port, so panted she to depart and be with Christ. Nothing could now exceed the hallowed, elevating tone of her conversation. Many flocked to her, as much to be instructed by her holy counsels, to be comforted by her heavenly words, and to be encouraged and stimulated by her trustful, cheerful piety, as to watch the growing splendor of her setting sun. All who now heard her testify of God, of Christ, and of heaven, irresistibly felt what a reality was vital religion, how beautiful was gospel holiness, how glorious was a risen Saviour, and how solemnly true, and strangely near, was the eternal world! Turn we now to some of her precious thoughts gathered from her closing remains, and recorded in her journal a short time preceding her last illness. "There remaineth, therefore, a rest for the people of God. Oh, what a rest that will be! Sitting down to rest awhile this aged body, I am reminded of that blessed, eternal rest prepared for both soul and body. Lord, let me even here find THYSELF *"The nearer still she draws to land, The more her sacred joys expand; Glory to God!" my sweetest resting-place. Oh, to rest in Thy exceeding great and precious promises-to rest in Thy tender, unchanging love -to rest in Thy Almighty power and Godhead—to rest in Jesus, my own Jesus, who has made Himself over to me as my Saviour, my Redeemer, and Friend, and who has promised never to leave nor forsake me! Then He is here; and while I rest this weary frame, He is present with me. Bless the Lord O my soul!" "Texts last Sabbath: morning-Now, our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work. 2 Thess. ii. 16, 17. Evening-Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw itself; for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended. Isaiah lx. 20. These precious portions have been each a word of rich consolation to my soul, drawing forth my heart to the Lord in gratitude and love. Blessed, for ever blessed, be His name for all His great goodness to me and mine. What a God has He been to me, who hath loved me and given me everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, no tongue, no, not that of the highest angel in heaven can tell. They know not, nor can they enter into my feelings; nor have they any cognizance of what is passing between a broken heart for sin and a sin-forgiving God. My sins, which are mountains high, are all pardoned, blotted out of the book of God's remembrance by the precious blood of His dear and well-beloved Son. Praise God for His marvellous goodness to me a sinner." "A most refreshing view of Jesus this morning has filled my heart with love, and joy, and hope-love to Him who has done so much for unworthy me. What shall I render unto Him for all the benefits received at His hands? He draws me sensibly near to Himself, and indulges me with precious views of that glory that will be revealed in me and in all them also who love his appearing." "My heart within me leapeth, It cannot be downcast; In sunshine bright it keepeth "The sun which, smiling, lights me, |