As the time for her release drew nigh, she manifested an increased desire to depart and be with Jesus. Like a princess impatient for her coronation day to arrive; so our dear young friend longed for the blessed hour to dawn when she should be seated on the right hand of the heavenly majesty: and receive the conqueror's crown. But the happy hour of liberation has arrived, and she hailed it with a Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly." On Sunday afternoon, October 13th, she closed her eyes on earth to open them amidst the raptures of angels and the hallelujahs of the glorified. My God, grant us the happiness of greeting her in yonder sinless realm. J. P. WHISPERING TO GOD.-A poor man, who was extremely ignorant, applied for admission to the church. His conversion and entire change of life were well known to all his associates, but he was little skilled in the deep matters of theology. Even the most common terms were not understood by him. When he was asked if he prayed, he promptly answered "No;" and however the question was stated, he gave always the same answer. He was told that if he neglected so plain a Christian duty they could not admit him, which statement gave him great distress. He loved Jesus, and longed to unite himself with his people. "But you neglect a plain command of the Scriptures. They bid us pray, and our Saviour taught us to pray." 66 Oh," he said earnestly, "I whisper." He had considered prayer as leading the devotions of others, which he felt himself unable to do; but "to whisper to God," and to Jesus his best friend, he felt to be his most precious privilege and delightful duty. Let us not despair of the conversion of even the most ignorant and sin-blinded. It is the glory of our blessed gospel, that it is suited to the needs of the very lowest, as well as of the highest. This poor man had the secret of the only acceptable prayer. If the heart does not whisper to God, the sacrifice of the lips will be all in vain. And how easy a thing it is to offer this whispered prayer! No matter where we are, or what our surroundings, we can whisper to God. If trials and troubles are our portion, how sweet to breathe our griefs into the ear of this unfailing Friend; and what a lightener of every burden is the heavenly sympathy He affords to his believing ones. Even the faintest breath of prayer is wafted to the eternal throne. Every penitential sigh is heard by Him who sits upon that throne. If our hearts have never learned this precious lesson, they are still in deplorable darkness. We can never see the King in his glory, except we have learned to hold near and sweet communion with him here. SEEK AND FIND.-If you wish to be saved, be in earnest. Seek the Saviour with the same spirit in which you seek for any other desirable thing. "Seek and ye shall find." Read the following significant story: A farmer, who had long neglected the house of God, and indulged in the use of profane language, one day lost a bank-note in his barn. He searched for it in vain. At length he said,— "That note is in the barn, and I will search for it until I find it." Accordingly he went to the barn, and carefully moved the hay and straw, hour after hour, till he found the note. A few weeks before this he had been awakened to a sense of his need of a Saviour, and had earnestly sought to live a better life. His anxiety increased. A few weeks after he lost the note, he sat by the fire musing on the state of his soul, when he turned to his wife and asked, 66 What must one do to become a Christian?" "You must seek for it." she replied, "as you sought for the bank-note." It was "a word fitly spoken." He followed the direction; and, through the mercy of Christ, he found the "pearl of great price," and rejoiced in the hope of the glory of God. HEART SECRETS.-How little we know what is in the bosoms of those around? How natural it is, however, to feel and act as if we knew how to account for all that appears on the surface by the limited acquaintance we have with circumstances and feeling-to resent an indifference of which we know not the cause to approve or condemn without an allowance of chagrin, or despair, or love, or hope, or distress-any of the deep under-currents forever at work in the human bosom. The young man at your side at a dinner party may have disgrace imminent in credit or honour, or a refused heart or an accepted one, newly crushed or newly made happy; or more common still and less allowed for, he may feel the first impression of disease, or the consequences of an indigestion; and for his agreeableness or disagreeableness, you try to account by something in yourself, some feeling toward yourself, as if you, and you only could affect his spirits, or give a colour to his mood or manners. The old man's thought of death, the mother's overwhelming interest in her child, the woman's upspring of emotion or love, are visitors to the soul that come unbidden and out of time; and you can neither feast nor mourn secure against their interruption. We would explain many a coldness could we look into the heart concealed from us; we should often pity when we hate, love when we think we cannot ever forgive, admire when we curl the lip with scorn and indignation. To judge without reserve of any human action is a culpable temerity, of all our sins the most unfeeling and frequent. A MODEL BIBLE CLASS.-The Superintendent of the Sabbath school of the Third Lutheran Church, Baltimore, organised a Bible class on a plan in some points entirely original. The peculiar points are as follows:-Every one who joins the class, does it with the understanding that he is to be laboured with personally and pointedly in the concerns of his soul. The Scripture lesson, which each one is to prepare carefully, is aimed mainly at the one end of bringing the members to Christ. The remarks on the lesson, the prayers, the singing, are all made to bear on the duty of seeking salvation at once. At each session, five or six members are selected to be specially prayed for, spoken with, or written to during the week. The letters are distributed at the close of the exercise. Meetings also are appointed for enquirers, or they are specially visited at their homes. The first night fifty-six of the unconverted joined the class. In four weeks the number swelled up to one hundred and twenty-four, besides forty or fifty of the younger members of the church, while many more were waiting to go forward at the next communion. The converts came out working Christians. During most of the time the church was without a pastor! The class is still in operation, and is enjoying a quiet and continuous revival. "YOU'VE GONE OVER IT."-One Sabbath morning an old gentleman was going to church. He was, a happy, cheerful Christian, who had a very great respect for the Sabbath. He was, however, somewhat singular in his manner of giving reproof. As he was going along, he met a man driving a heavy loaded cart through the town. When the old Gentleman came opposite the cart he suddenly stopped, and lifting up both hands, as if in alarm, he exclaimed, as he gazed under the cart: "There, there you are going over it; you have gone right over it!" 66 The driver was frightened, and instantly cried out Whoa, whoa," and brought his horse to a stand. He then looked under the wheels, expecting the mangled remains of some innocent child, or at least some poor dog, or pig, that had been crushed to death. But, after gazing all about, and seeing nothing under the wheels, he looked at the gentleman, who had so strangely arrested his attention, and anxiously asked, "What have I gone over, sir?" "Over the Fourth Commandment, my friend," was the reply," Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. Obituary. THE LATE MR. CHARLES BROOK, OF LONGWOOD, HUDDERSFIELD. THE late Mr. Charles Brook, of Longwood, Huddersfield, is the subject of this paper. We refer to him with pleasure, because he was a good man, and "the memory of the just is blessed." There is this difference between a Christian memoir and a heathen or semi-heathen biography; the Christian memoir is written to extol those grand principles of religion which gave direction and character to the man's life; whilst the semi-heathen biography is an eulogism of the creature-a glorifying of human nature. This latter is hero-worship, for which some of the ancients were so famous. But we worship the one true and living God who made the heavens and the earth. Nothing was more odious to our departed brother than creature commendation. He would rather endorse the apostolic sentiment by the grace of God I am what I am.' Much of the early experience of the late Mr. C. Brook has fallen into forgetfulness. The circumstances of his conversion are not as well known as we could wish. The instrument, however, which God made use of was a Primitive Methodist local preacher. The passage of Scripture which seems to have done the work was uttered by David, and is found in Psalm ix. 17, "The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." Being brought to God through the instrumentality of a Primitive Methodist local preacher he joined that body of Christians. Feeling the love of Christ in his heart, and rejoicing in God's pardoning mercy, he desired to "Tell to poor sinners all around, What a dear Saviour he had found." Hence we find him very shortly after his conversion working for Christ in the capacity of a local preacher, a class of men of great service to the church of Christ. But he did not long remain a Primitive Methodist, although when first brought in he declared it to be his determination to live and die amongst them. But God had otherwise ordered. About this time he attended the Baptist association held at Halifax, when the late and honoured Mr. Saunders, of Liverpool, preached the association sermon. The text was in Rev. xxii. and first clause of the fifth verse-" And there shall be no night there." The sermon then preached still lives in its influence upon many of the hearts of those that heard it. Only the other day we came in contact with an old pilgrim who said, "I shall never forget that sermon-no, never! O what a blessed time it was! How the hearts of the whole congregation were melted! How the tears flowed from well nigh all eyes." In what way it impressed the mind of our departed brother we know not; but from that time he commenced attending regularly the ministry of the late Mr. Hyde, of Salendine Nook, and was received into the communion of this church June 17th, 1829. Mr. Charles Brook was a Strict Baptist, and was in hearty sympathy with all movements and organisations designed to preserve intact the great principles of the New Testament. In theology he identified himself with what we may call the old school. He loved the distinguishing doctrines of grace; but above all doctrine he placed the Lord Jesus Christ, who was the sole object of his faith, and he valued the doctrines as they reflected the beauty and splendour of a risen Lord. He was chosen to the diaconate, April 26th, 1863, which office he filled with credit to himself and profit to the church, up to the time of his death. He was also regularly approved by the church at Salendine Nook as a local preacher. But during the last two years of his life he was incapacitated for pulpit labour; only occasionally would he speak when specially requested. The last time he took a text was at the first anniversary of the sisters' prayer meeting, which was held in the vestry of the chapel about nine months since. The verse is in Phil. i. 21,-" For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." After making a few introductory remarks, he divided the passage into three heads. He said, "If the Christian's life is like Christ's life, then it must come from Christ. Therefore we will speak first of Christ as the source of the Christian's life. Second, Christ the model of the Christian's life. Third, Christ the end of the Christian's life." And, O my reader, to possess Christ in all the grandeur and completeness of heaven will be gain indeed. To gaze at his dear countenance will be joy unspeakable and full of glory. The affliction which brought our brother down to the grave had evidently been fastened on his constitution for some time, but did not exhibit its more malignant form until within about six weeks of his departure. Several times we had the privilege of visiting him during this last affliction; on each occasion we found him firm and calm in his confidence in God. Especially would we refer to our final interview, which was on the last Sabbath he spent in this vale of tears. After the duties of the day were over, we called to see this dying saint: then, however, we little thought that in a few hours death would do its work; but he doubtless had a presentment that the hour of his departure was at hand, for like a dying man upon the confines of eternity, he spoke to us of his final destiny. Referring to his faith in Christ he said, "No human works are the basis of my hope, I am not depending upon anything which I have done, but exclusively am I trusting upon Jesus. He is that foundation stone upon which all my hopes of heaven are built. I am a poor sinner and nothing at all, but Jesus Christ is my all and in all." Before leaving him we asked "if we should read a portion of Scripture and engage in prayer?" "Yes," he said, "read that forty-sixth Psalm, God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.' When taking our leave of him we expressed the hope that it would please God to spare his life a few more years. He replied, "The Lord's will be done." On Monday morning we were again called to his bed side, but consciousness had fled-the eye was dim the tongue speechless - the pulse uncertain-the breathing heavy. He was now walking through the dark valley, but Christ was with him. His rod and staff were comforting him. His redeemed soul was freed from its earthly prison and carried into Abraham's bosom about ten o'clock on Monday morning, October 21st, 1867. In his death the church has lost an active memberthe neighbourhood a good man-the family a kind parent. Peace to his sleeping dust. We buried him in the sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection. Reader, how wilt thou die? Shall the epitaph be written upon thy grave-stone-"He died in the Lord.' Whomsoever thou art that readest, let me entreat thee to ask thyself this question Poetry. "How shall I leave my tomb? THE NEW YEAR. A year renewed, the thought renews Time bears unnumbered myriads on, Time feasts on all terrestial things, Yet, ever changing, with him brings Time deals us hours and days to use, And every day and hour we lose, But time shall end, to each how soon, Before its final close! Some rest at dawn, and some at noon, And some at eve repose. 'Tis wise, while time yet spares our breath Page for the Young. A BOY'S PRAYER. "Hattie! Sister! I want a drum- 'Ask and receive,' the Lord has said." Send me a drum, dear Lord!" he said. No answer still and he came one day And laid his head on his sister's breast; "Hattie, I think I will not pray, 'Give me a drum, dear Father,' lest So back to his silly toil and play, With happy tears; "It is just like Him, THE LITTLE BOY ON CRUTCHES. BY REV. JOHN TODD, D.D. THE snow was falling fast as we stood over the open grave, just ready to let gently down into its silence the beautiful form of a little child about three years old. All must have been struck by the pale, the very pale face of the father, and have said in their thoughts "Poor fellow, you will soon follow her!" All must have noticed the almost wild look of the mother as her child was about to be buried in the dark, cold grave. The snow lay in the bottom of the grave, and it lay white on the coffin. But did they notice a little lame boy, two years older than the little sister about to be buried, as he leaned on his small crutches, over the corner of the grave and looked so earnestly into it? He was very small and very pale, and the first look at him showed you that he |