CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XII.

(1877.) Letters — The mystery of pain — The Lord's graving tool — Loyal letters — '' Won't you decide to-night ? ""? — Manhood for Christ's service — Splendid promises — ''My silver and my gold" — Mildmay ; its intercessions, greetings, hushing power —- A crumb from the King's table — The Christian

Progress Union.

UR only available sources, for a record of many months in 1877, are my dear sister's letters, (Zo Llizabeth Clay.) - « Shall we not find that all parts of our lives will prove to have been training for whatever is our truest work even on earth, and also for the heavenly service to which one, more and more, looks forward?

But the bits of wayside work are very sweet.

Perhaps the odd bits, when all is done, will really come to more than the seemingly greater pieces! the chance conversations with rich or poor, the seed sown in odd five minutes, even the tables-d'-hdte for me, and the rides and friends' tables for you.

It is nice to know that the King's servants are always really on duty, even while some can only stand and wait.

Your going to India seems a very special "boring of the ear."

How curiously your path and mine have diverged; your going to do great things for God,

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and I able for less and less.

My hope that, at last this winter, I might be allowed one Bible class at home is uncertain ; ditto my choir practice, as I am to avoid cold and fatigue. Everybody is so sorry for me except myself!

For the same peace which will be yours in work will be mine in waiting ; and the very fact of having a busy and active nature, with no proclivity for dolce far niente, seems to make the rest under God's felt vestvants so much the more really His doing.

(Zo the same.) 1877.

Best wishes for your first birthday in India, and 1 Chronicles iv. 23, ''¢heve they dwelt with the King for His work," "¢here" is Amritsur for you.

How specially it is for His work that you are there!

I send you a lovely little book by Miss Elliott.

I feel how very precious your time will be in acquiring the language ; and, if you spent an hour writing to me, I should feel like

David did about the water of the well at Bethlehem.

I have but little physical strength ; perhaps He withholds the active service; and also I see His wisdom in, all along, having held me back from any chance of Conferences, or hearing any spéakers of any sort for several years past (with the sole exception of the Mildmay Conference in 1874). For, if Ihad, I should have learnt from man, and should almost necessarily have echoed what I heard from others, in what I write.

(Zo ——.) I think that, during certain stages of Christian life and experience, pain is always a mystery.

And so dong it is

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a grand trial of trust in God's perfect wisdom and love and rightness.

" His work is perfect ": Deut. xxxil. 4. (But wait patiently till you have had, first, some years of pastoral work, and, second, some personal experience of great pain; and then you will sce.) To myself the whole thing is clear as sunshine, but tenfold clearer since the intense pain through which He has led me of late.

I would not have foregone ¢ia¢ teaching for anything !

I. Pain, as to outsiders, is no mystery when looked at in the light of God's holiness, and in the light of Cadvary.

The deeper our views of and hatred of sin (as the Holy Spirit's teaching in our hearts progresses), the more clear will all that is connected with sin become; and as, had there been no sin there would have been no pain, it is all, and more than all, deserved.

I can say for myself that I feel I have deserved the very suffering of hell for my transgression of the first great commandment of the law, ("thou shalt love the Lord thy God," etc:,) and for my sin of unbelief.

It is, further, a real proof of God's love.

He cannot (being Love) evjoy the sight of suffering, 1r MusT be as much worse to Him than to you, as He is infinitely greater and more loving than you! And yet He inflicts or permits it, that He may rouse, and warn, and check, and save.

What thousands have blessed Him for the pain that came like arough hand catching them as they fell over a precipice, hurting and pinching their very flesh, but saving their lives!:

In how many ways a skilful doctor gives pain, that he may prevent much greater and worse suffering !

At the same time, I am gwi¢e sure that with very, very rare exceptions bodily pain, though far more trying to witness, is not anything to compare with mental pain, and

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(I am perhaps in a specially good position to judge of this point, because all my doctors agree in saying that, from my unusually finely strung nerves, I am and always shall be peculiarly sensitive to physical pain, and feel it far more keenly than ordinary people.) II. Pain, as to God's own children, is, truly and really, only blessing in disguise.

It is but His chiselling, one of His graving tools, producing the iikeness to Jesus for which we long. I never yet came across a suffering (rea)

Christian who could not hank Him for pain!

Is not this a strong and comforting fact ? I donot say that they always do so during the very moments of keenest pain, though much more often than not I think they are able to do this ; but, certainly, they do deliberately praise Him for it afterwards.

I think one must pass through it for oneself before one can fully realize the actual d/essedness of suffering ; meanwhile, you may well take the testimony of those who have.

Its conscious effects are to give one deeper feeling of one's entire weakness and helplessness,

(a lesson which we are all slow to learn in health,) and of the real zothingness of earthly aims and comforts, and the fleetingness and unsatisfactoriness of everything except Christ. Then, it drives one to Him each moment, one cannot bear it even one minute alone, one must lean and cling (and anything is blessed which does this!). And then, one finds that He zs tender and gracious, that His promises ave precious, that His presence Is a REALITY even if unrealized / (a true paradox!) Then, one has opportunities which one could not otherwise have of learning trust, and patience, and meekness ; it is a time of

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growing up into Him in these things. Then, or realizes more what it must have been to Jesus to endure real, actual, bodily pain for ws.

I never saw such tremendous force in 1 Peter ii. 24 ("in His own dody") as when suffering great pain myself; it seemed a new page of His love unfolded to me.

I could write sheets more on the blessed teachings of pain, but if I did I should perhaps bring it on!

So far, the whole question of pain is rather one of sight than of faith to me now; it has become so clear to me, as a part of God's great plan which could not be done without.

But I find yet scope for faith beyond.

I believe there is a mysterious connection between suffering here and actual capabilities of enjoyment hereafter, and that suffering here is training (I cannot tell how) for that glorious service above, to which I delight to look forward.

But now look for yourself at what God's word says about it, and dwell on ¢/a¢ instead of on your own thoughts about it, for His thoughts are not as your thoughts; see Isaiah lv. 8, 9.

Look at 2 Corinthians iv.

17, 18; and then see how much more you can find in His word which bears on the subject.

Trust Jesus in and for everything. When a trial is past, one does so bitterly regret not having trusted Him entirely in it; and one sees that we might as well have had all the joy and rest of perfect trust all along.

(Zo ——.) .

« « I know that nothing short of the Holy Spirit's power can enable any one to accept God's way of salvation as alittle child.

Iwill tell you the two passages which have been the greatest help to me, two great anchors

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which have stood many a strain of personal conflict and doubt: John v. 24 and 1 John v.10, 11.

It does not matter what we suppose God migh# propose or declare ; it all hangs upon what /as God said about it?

And can words be plainer than these two passages?

" He that believeth hath everlasting life."

Only think deliberately out that those words must mean ever/asting life, forit would be a mockery and a lie to call it so if it might last only a day or a year. If the life which. Jesus imparts (His own life by His Spirit) caz come to an end to-morrow, it 7s not, cannot be, and never was, everlasting life at all!

Our natural life is even as a vapour, but ¢4zs would be a poorer thing still, if it might be lost even sooner.

" Everlasting" either means that which shall really last for ever, or it is a meaningless delusion and not worth the paper it is printed on.

" Hath." it is never said shail have, but always the actual present possession by every one who believes, not always consciously but certainly.

If you believe in Jesus as your only and allsufficient Saviour, either you have at this moment everlasting life, a life which shall and can never perish; or God is a liar.

Don't you see the inevitable force of "everlasting"?

It must be everything ornothing.

How can it be everlasting life, if it can be quenched in eternal death?

The two passages you mention present no difficulty at all.

Philippians ii. 12, 13 seems to me clearly to imply that those to whom St. Paul wrote had got salvation as an actual possession, "your own"; and, having got it, they are now to "work it out," ze. to carry out all the details and consequences of it, act up to it.

Givea man a great gold mine ; it zs his, he has not got to work for it (it is all there, his very own), but only to work it

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out, draw upon it, and enjoyit.

I think the figure holds good, for enjoyment seems to hold an almost invariable proportion to work for Christ.

I never knew any idle Christian really a rejoicing one (I do not of course speak of invalids) ; and, conversely, if you see a man or woman, whatever their position, doing all they can for the cause of Christ, giving up time to work for Him, and trying hard to win others, either rich or poor, for Him, you may be almost certain that they are happy in Christ.

(Mark, I do not say those who merely ride religious or benevolent hobbies, or who work for ex¢ernals of religion, these are often as miserable as any; but those who are working for Christ.) Further, just look at the "for" in verse 13, and take the two verses together and you will see that it is all of God and not of us. Asto 1 Corinthians ix. 27, why did you not see that the Greek dddxipos is literally and clearly "'not approved," being simply the negative of ddxiuos.

You cannot read the Greek word otherwise; and how it came to be translated " castaway" I can't imagine.

I can wish you no greater blessing than that salvation may be no longer a "theory" but a glorious reality to you, constraining you henceforth to live unto Him entirely and joyfully.

If you once get hold of this, everything will seem different ; the false lights of the world will no longer throw their flickering, deceiving lights around you, but you will view and estimate all in the true light, the glorious light which makes the earthly delusions altogether unattractive, and the grand eternal realities appear what they are, just realities.

But, whatever you do, don't delay; go fully and most earnestly into the question at once; a magnificent treasure is within your reach, don't drift

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away from it.

If any other passage, or set of passages, present any difficulty to your mind, I wish you would let me know, Just one thing : this matter is not merely the intellectual acceptance of a theory, but also the acceptance, by the Aeazt, of God's loving and free offer and plan.

It is a personal transaction between Christ and the soul, to be carried out alone with Him.

(Zo a young friend.) You will not mind my writing to you ; you needn't feel obiiged to answer.

I hear you go back to school on Thursday; are you to go back doubtful, uneasy, fearful, dissatisfied, alone ? or, is it to be going back zwz¢h

Jesus, safe in Him, happy in Him?

When the Holy Spirit stirs up a heart to feel uneasy, it is very solemn, because it is His doing; Satan will do his best to say

" peace, peace, when there is no peace."

It is very solemn, because it results either in grieving that loving Spirit by stifling His secret call, ov in passing from death unto life: the one or the other, I know of no other alternative. Which shall it be? Don't linger just outside the gate of the city of refuge ; 7st outside is danger, perhaps destruction ; you are not safe for one instant till you are inside.

And oh, have you ever thought that it is not merely negative, not merely wot safe, but that unless your sins now are on Jesus they are ow on you, and God's wrath is upon them and so upon you?

It is a tremendous question, " where are your sins?"

I do not stay to prove that they are somewhere, you have learnt that ; but now where are they?

On you, or on Jesus?

Oh, that He may now send His own faithful word about it

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with power to your soul, "the Lord hath laid o" Him the iniquity of us all!"

Accept that, believe His word, venture your soul upon it, and "he that believeth ath everlasting life."

I won't write more to-day ; all hinges on this question, " where are your sins?"

If on you, you are not safe one instant, there is but a step between you and hell, "the wrath of God abideth on him"; it is awfully true, don't dare to sleep another night with condemnation upon you.

But if o# Jesus (and He only asks you to believe that He has borne them, in His own body, on the tree, and that Jehovah hath laid them oz fZim,) then you are free, gloriously free!

They can't be on both!

If on Jesus, you are saved and "ave everlasting life, and you will prove it by '" henceforth" being

His entirely and living to Him.

I desire and pray that the great question of your life, of your whole eternity, may be decided before you go back.

It will be easier now than it ever can be again, 7 He ever gives you another call.

(Zo the same.) .

« + Let me say just this ; when one is really and utterly "all for Jesus," then and not till then we find

Jesus is a for us, and allin all Zo us.

Now I want you to be "al/ for Jesus."

I can't describe the happiness He puts into any heart that will only give itself up altogether to Him, not wishing to keep one single bit back.

And I want you to have this, and to have it woz ; not to wait till illness or great trouble come, and you feel driven at last to Him.

No! that is simply 'too bad!"

Jesus says, "Come zow/" not, "come when everything else has turned bitter."

And if you come now, and sur-

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q J render to Him now, you will have the peace now and the gladness now ; and I can tell you it is worth having, because I ave it, and so I know it is.

It is a grand thing to start out early, and be on the Lord's side all along.

Oh, what an amount of sorrow it will save you if He gives you grace to doit!

But come ow, for Jesus of Nazareth is passing by, and many are getting His blessing.

Don't wait, either to get better or to feel worse | (Zo the same.) I know you must have-thought me very hard upon you on Friday morning: but what could I do? I see you, a young, fresh life, redeemed by the precious blood of Christ, believing and owning what He has done for you, with grand possibilities of power in /Z/7s cause, and I think endowed with special gifts of influence and attraction, one who might be, and do so much, for Jesus ; and, yet, Jesus does not come first!

And you know it might be otherwise and ought to be otherwise.

You are "entangled" when you might be ''free" in His "glorious liberty"; you are unsatisfied, yes, and dissatisfied, and you might be "abundantly satisfied."

He has dealt bountifully with you, and now what shall you render to Him?

Has not the practical answer been: "Just as much as I can conveniently spare, after I have rendered all that society asks, and that self or personal enjoyment claims! just as much as I can spare Him with risk of the least awkwardness, or remark, or self denial?

Of course, one must give up the bulk of one's time, and talents, and influence, and thoughts, and desires, and efforts, to other things ; but He shall have just the chips

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and vaavings, the odds and ends, of whatever I don't particularly want for myself or for anybody else!"

Does it not, practically, amount to this? And shall it continue to do so?

Oh, be "true-hearted, zo/e-hearted."

Be really His faithful soldier and servant.

Throw overboard for ever the divided allegiance, which is valueless.

Be "only for Jesus," and you will start out on a new life of blessedness, beyond anything you can imagine ; and you will never, wever, NEVER have a regret that you listened to, and obeyed, His own " follow Me," even if it involves (as it will) taking up a cross, for there is no true following exempt from it, only the very cross will be gi/ded with glory.

Do not be surprised if Z never say another word again about it. I feel that I have said my say to you, and that I can say no more.

The Master will send me to others, but I think not again to you.

I can now only leave you, with one more cry for blessing, at As feet.

Oh that He would say to you ' Arise and shine!"

(Zo -) To-morrow your manhood begins. Whose shall it be?

How much of it shall be for Him?

Shall it be, still, "some for self, and some for Thee"?

What if He had not made a whole offering ? what if He had not given His whole self for you?

Answer the question, face it tonight, " How much owest ¢Zouw unto my Lord?"

Think of that, and you will be glad that there is anything to give up for Him.

And, as for "giving up," there is not a true servant of Christ who does not know that the Master's words come true, "he shali receive an

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y hundredfold now in this time"

I know it for myself.

Can't you take your Lord's own word for it, and trustfully say, "' Yea, let Him take a//"? Caw you deliberately say, '' Well, Jesus shall have far/; Ill see what I can spare for Him arrer my boating friends, and all the things that 'a man mzs¢t do, you know,' have had their due share."

That is what it comes to.

But you cannot serve two, much less several, masters.

For, if you are serving self, and pleasure, and the world, even a little, you are serving Christ's enemy, and not serving Him really at all, because He accepts no divided service.

It is very solemn; but won't you, on this solemn, great, dividing time of your life, look steadily at the reality of the case, and decide, once for all, whose your real service shall be ?

Oh, if it might but be that the great, joyful transaction might be done this very night, before the clock strikes twelve, so that not even one hour of your manhood should be "for another," but only and a// for Jesus!

Oh, don't be afraid of taking the plunge, give yourself over into His hands, and then it will be His part to keep you, and you may trust Him for the keeping ; you will not find Him fail you.

Yield yourself unto God (Rom. vi. 13) altogether, body, soul, and spirit, all your powers and all your members.

And then see if He won't use you!

He always does!

Dear ——,I wish I had an angel's tongue to persuade you to believe what blessedness you are on the edge of, if you would only give yourself "in FULL and glad surrender" to Jesus, and be "true-hearted, w/o/e-hearted."

But I want you for my Master's sake, far more than for your own! I can't bear those who might be even officers, let alone recruits, in His army to be contented to stay at home as it were, and

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w only fight their own little private battles for their own ends, and the cause of the Redeemer left to take its chance!

Oh, if we might be able to say to-morrow the verses I have stuck on this letter!

I am so happy whenever there is ''another voice to tell it out"; won't you be "another"?

I must not stay up writing, but I don't think I shall soon sleep.

God helping me, I will aot let Him go except He bless you.

Once more, How uch for Jesus ?

(Zo ——.) I am so glad and thankiul you have been to the Mildmay Conference.

People don't go, because they don't know, till they have been, what it really is.

Your description is one of the best I ever heard.

"To him that hath shall be given" is always coming true; it is the folks who already have grace enough;-who make the effort to put themselves in the way of having more.

-I-could not, do what I would, manage to get up any very strong emotion at hearing of your being laid up again!

It did seem so very like as if the Lord were determined you should not drift away, at once, into a different atmosphere, where all the " other things entering in" should choke the word you have heard.

And, suppose you have to stay and get mixed up with the tent work, it will be worth more to you as a sworn soldier of Jesus Christ than all the honours Cambridge has to bestow.

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Iam most anxious that you should be a true Christian friend to ——.

Don't, oh don't help to

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introduce him to any men, or anything, which would. be hindrance and wot help either in seeking or following

Jesus.

Don't, merely because it might be pleasant to him, have the responsibility of bringing him into any path which you have found does not lead nearer to Jesus.

And do take him to hear Mr, Aitken when he comes to ——.

Forgive me, but souls are souls, and it does not do to play with them, and seniors have serious responsibilities.

I think you would find it very useful to take in Zhe Clergyman's Magazine for yourself naw, without waiting till you are ordained.

I sent you a prospectus of it.

There were capital articles all last year.

(Zo Miss Shekleton.)

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» My experience is, that it is nearly always just in proportion to my sense of personal insufficiency in writing anything, that God sends His blessing and power with it; so I don't wonder that your papers are so sweet and helpful!

I think He must give us that total dependence on Him for every word, which can only come by feeling one's own helplessness and incapacity, before He can very much use us.

And soI think this very sense of not having gifts is the best and most useful gift of them all.

It is so much sweeter to have to look up to Him for every word one writes.

I often smile when people call me " gifted," and think how little they know the real state of the case, which is that I not only feel that I can't, but really can't, write a single verse unless I go to Him for it and get it from Him.

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But, in this sweet access and supply, you and I have a * better thing " than the grandest natural gifts; and as for being slow or quick in production, it may be some tiny sentence written in five seconds, and never thought of before, which may do the widest and truest work for Jesus.

Yours, in our dear Master.

(To

« I suppose it was the "silver and gold" line that was objected to; and I do think that couplet,

"Take my silver and my gold, Not a mite would I withhold," is peculiarly able to be objected to by those who do not really understand the sfévz# of it, don't you?

So I am not a bit surprised!

Yes, "not a mite would I withhold"; but that does not mean that, because we have ten shillings in our purse, we are pledged to put it a// into the next collecting plate, else we should have none for the next call! But it does mean that every shilling is to be, and I think I may say 2s, held at my Lord's disposal, and is distinctly not my own; but, as He has entrusted to me a body for my special charge, I am bound to clothe that body with His silver and gold, so that it shall neither suffer from cold, nor bring discredit upon His cause! I still forget sometimes, but as arule I never spend a sixpence without the distinct feeling that it is His, and must be spent for Him only, even if indirectly.

With the same common sense, she explains her reasons for dressing very nicely.

The outer should be the expression of the inner, not

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an ugly mask or disguise.

If the King's daughter is to be "all glorious within," she must not be outwardly a fright!

I must dress both as a lady and a Christian.

The question of cost I see very strongly, and do not consider myself at liberty to spend on dress that which might be spared for God's work ; but it costs no more to have a thing well and prettily made, and I should only feel justified in getting a costly dress if it would last proportionately longer.

When working among strangers, if I dressed below par, it would attract attention and might excite opposition ; by dressing unremarkably, and yet with a generally pleasing effect, no attention is distracted.

Also, what is suitable in one house is not so in another, and it would be almost an insult to appear at dinner among some of my relatives and friends in what

I could wear without apology at home; it would be an actual breach of the rule " Be courteous"; also, I should not think it right to appear among wedding guests in a dress which would be perfectly suitable for wearing to the Infirmary.

But I shall always ask for guidance in all things !

The year 1877 was passed uneventfully at her home, or in visits to her brother or sisters, to Ashley Moor, and to London.

The distressing illness of our dear mother was a source of deep anxiety ; Frances writes to her:

More pain, dearest mother?

May it be more support, more: grace, more tenderness, from the God of all comfort, more and more!

May we not expect the R

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"mores" always to be in tender proportion to each other ?

Your loving child.

A few characteristic extracts from some of her letters at this time may here be given.

Instead of printing E. L. Goreh's verses to me (" Sweet Singer"), which can do no good at all, persuade her to print and sell her splendid little appeal, 'Listen, Christian sisters " ; there would be some use in that, and I would much rather zo¢ those to myself.

Do get ézstantly "Our Coffee Room," by Miss Cotton.

It is so racily graphic and natural, so telling, and so hard to put down, that you had better not begin it late at night !

I have been immensely struck with the passages in which our Master, our Axample, uses the word " must," and the great contrast with our use of it.

Only compare when any one: says "but I must do so and so," with Christ's I szast's."

It is a really helpful bit of Bible search, for we must follow Him in this or we are " not worthy of Him."

Do not hesitate to smite me.

I dread nothing so much as smooth things.

I would rather have " faithful _ wounds."

I do not see how Icanlike doing .

. é and yet Iam in honour bound to carry it through.

IJ was absolutely content and happy in it as being His doing, but subsequent delays and mistakes seemed altogether human and not His doing at all.

LETTERS. ie God has been leading me for some time by a way which I knew not, both outwardly and inwardly.

I want closer contact with Jesus, more constant communion, more patience, more everything; sometimes I seem to have zothing, only that I know Jesus will not fail, will not loose me.

He is very wisely giving me a much longer learning time, before letting me do any more teaching.

I do indeed need grace and tact and patience and comfort very much just now.

It's just a case of ' Nobody knows but Jesus"; and I feel it is good forme.

I am thrown the more on His own strength and sympathy, in what is to me "under the surface" trial; but I know the Lord is right.

I am to be godmother to dear little H——; will it not be a peculiarly solemn trust!

Do pray that he may be Christ's faithful soldier and servant, not only unto the end, but from the deginning / I do so want him to be a boy-witness for Christ.

I long, more and more, for people to be not just ''saved so as by fire," but to be right-down thorough-going witnesses for Christ.

(ToD) What shall I do?

Your letter would take two hours to answer, and I have not ten minutes ; fifteen to twenty letters to write every morning, proofs to correct, editors waiting for articles, poems and music I cannot touch,

American publishers clamouring for poems or any manuscripts, four Bible readings or classes weekly, many anxious ones waiting for help, a mission week coming,

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and other work after that.

And my doctor says my physique is too weak to balance the nerves and brain, and that I ought not to touch a pen.

If you could see the pressure on me, you would not think me wet-blanketing if I do not answer a your queries.

" Mission Week!" if that sort of thing won't do in , It is the very reason why it is wanted ; no agency seems to me more blessed than that.

"Bride of Christ?"

Study (I don't mean read through) the Canticles, and look at the practical sweetness, comfort, and beauty of the type; also look at Ezekiel xvi. and Hosea ii.

Your own Bible will be your best answerer.

Work out this glorious subject: 1 Samuel xii. 24, " Consider," Psalm cxxvi. 3 "hath done," Joel ii. 21

"will do"; and then (practical) Luke viii. 39, " shoz," not merely " ¢e//," what great things He hasdone.

What " oreat things" does your Bible tell He Zatz done and will do?

You will find it inexhaustible!

Yours in affectionate haste, (Zo ——.) Don't you see He as broken the yoke (Isa. x. 27), only you keep rubbing the place where it pressed, and are feeling s¢##/ When splints are taken off a broken leg, you feel as if they were still on.

'' Believe, and ye shall be free indeed." Will you set yourself to search out what

He says about it?

Put all the texts down, and be prepared to write under them either, "I believe what God says," or "I believe what I /ee/, and not what He says."

Try it!

Now I must dash off to another topic, because

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I must hand to you what flashed out splendidly to me last night:

"Beloved of God, called to be saints!"

That for you and me. Only think!

It seems to include everything.

Will you let ¢at be your pillow tomorrow night ?

(Zo Miss Witliams.) Thanks for your sweet benediction.

If you remember me in prayer, will you ask that I may be kept always and only at Jesus' feet, never anywhere else.

It is the only place safe from vain glory.

Thank you for your valuable gift of the " History of Wales."

I do so like your book, "Literary Women"

The sad sketch of L. E. L.'s life and character struck me very much What a contrast to Hannah More !

It seems as if more waiting than working were to be my lot; but it is such rest to be quite satisfied with As choice for me.

(Zo Mrs. R——.) 68, MitpMay Park, October 1877, Would Lizzie like to send her baby-house with its twenty dolls to the Mildmay Orphanage? I see it would be most gratefully received as a gift to the Mildmay work.

Mrs. Pennefather invited me here.

I was going away on Saturday, but caught cold at the quarterly meeting of the Association of Female Workers.

I sat ina draught. I knew I was in for a proper cold, so implored them to let me go across to their Home for Invalids

(which I had taken a great fancy to), and lie there a few days. But they would zo/ let me get into a cold cab asa specimen of Mildmay nursing, so thereupon I resigned

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myself to an extra week here. And, verily, they do know how to nurse, avd, what's more (!), how to keep you quiet.

Also they do know how to pray!

I have learnt a little, I hope, on ¢hat subject this last week.

What I hear and see here is quite a new light on intercessory prayer.- I thought I knew something of its power and reality, but I see I did not know much.

Mrs. Pennefather took me (before my cold) to Clapton House.

I only wish every girl I care for was there; such a beautiful, Christian school.

I got any amount of bright looks (as it seems they knew my books), and I wanted exceedingly to go among them.

Hearing the Principal say she would be pre- ~ vented taking their Bible class, I ventured the proposal to take it.

Afterwards, I had about a dozen all to myself in the drawing-room, for a talk with any that wanted special help.

They were told to get chairs.

"Oh," I said, '' don't sit ail in a row a long way off; come up close and cosy; we can talk ever so much better then, can't we?"

You should have seen how charmed they were, and clustered niece-fashion all round me.

We did have such a sweet hour; it was rather after the " question-drawer" manner ; but all their little questions or difficulties seemed summed up by one of them, "'We do so want to come closer to Jesus."

I was very sorry not to hear one of Mrs. Pennefather's beautiful addresses, but she could not move her head from the pillow.

Mrs. Charlesworth took the subject.

I was so cosily out of the way in the back seat, revelling in being quite incog., when it was announced,

" Miss F, R. H. is here, and we hope she will say a few words."

Isat quiet.

'She is here," said Miss S , so that

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I was obliged to startle my neighbours by rising, but I simply said I came there to learn, not to teach,

Then Annie Macpherson made a bright little speech on encouragements to prayer.

Then followed such greetings from her and from Misses De Broen and Blundell, Mrs.

Hudson Taylor, just come from China, and Miss Maclean, who has been working twelve years all alone, and both the latter told me how the Lord had sent them the same blessing He had tous.

Mrs. Bayly, of " Ragged Homes," Miss Bayly, just back from Australia, and many more spoke to me.

It zs such a privilege to be one of such an Association.

And you don't see a dismal face among them!

And they are so affectionate, the Sun is so bright that there's no ice left to be broken.

But oh, Mrs. R , what shall Z render to the Lord for His immense mercies to me? for there was not one that spoke to me but wanted to tell me of some blessing through my books or leaflets.

Everything is so well ordered at Mildmay, and Mrs, P. is so very calm and calming; she comes and gives me a text at night with a sort of hushing power,

(Ze SABaP.) I want to hand over to you my own last crumb from the King's table,—only it is more than acrumb.

" Beloved of God, called to be saints."

All that for you and me!

"Greatly beloved," for of course God cannot love just a little!

And what a calling!

"high,"

"holy," heavenly!

Does not this seem a little lovely epitome of our position ?

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The following lines were written impromptu in S. B. P.'s album.

'* ENOCH WALKED WITH Gop."

(GaN. 22:) So may'st thou walk! from hour to hour Of every brightening year ; Keeping so very near To Him, whose power is love, whose love is power.

So may'st thou walk! in His clear light, Leaning on Him alone, Thy life His very own, Until He takes thee up to walk with Him in white.

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL,

March 31st, 1877.

Though no reference has been made to the " Christian Progress Scripture Reading Union," my dear sister was a most active member, and the means of enrolling hundreds of others.

The number on her card of membership is 1667.

She often wrote for the magazine, and at one time (to relieve her friend, Mr. Boys) undertook his work as editor for three months.

One sentence from a letter, and her explanatory paper on the object of the Union, will suffice to show her practical interest.

(ToS. CoP) Do you know the "Christian Progress Union"?

I find it is the most valuable adjunct to work, zie. work

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with souls, that I ever had.

It puts people on the rails of regular reading, and a double line is worth more than twice as much as a single one.

Hence I value its arrangement for two chapters to be read daily.

I enjoy it immensely for myself, but value it for others.

Do join!

For further explanation as to the Union and its benefits, the reader is referred to the Appendix, where F. R. H.'s paper on the subject is given in full,

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(1878.) Sympathy with sorrowful suffering — '' Just as Thou wilt" — The mother's last smile — Called to rest — The home nest stirred up — Clear guidance — '' Another little step'? — Last days in Leamington — Nieces and nephews — Deyonshire yisits — The Welsh nest — '' My study " — The harp piano — More work — The sweep of Jehovah's pencil — Bible readings —

"Take my love"? — Songs in a weary Christmas night.

"FT F one member suffer, all the members suffer with it.'

During the winter and spring of 1877-8 our dear second mother was passing through intense suffering.

Though most patiently borne, it was very sorrowful to witness.

The sympathy of many friends in Leamington, and the devotion of our dear old friend, Miss Nott, gave untold comfort both to the sufferer and to Frances.. But with marvellous energy our mother still carried on her Zenana meetings and those of the A. F. W.

Society, until at last the diligent worker, the bright and loving friend, the counsellor of many, was called away.

Some lines, by our dear father, exactly describe the patience and the desire of his beloved wife ;

A LAST SMILE.

Just as Thou wilt!

Be all to me, Een when Thy hand smites heavily!

On brightest day or darkest night, Whate'er is Thine is right.

Just as Thou wilt!

Should anguish fierce With scorpion stings my body pierce, I'll praise Thee if on me Thou 'lt shine,

And whisper "I am thine!"

On her last day, and after long unconsciousness, she suddenly recognised Frances, who was kneeling by her.

Her smile was startlingly sweet ; it was the last.

On Sunday, May 26th, 1878, the end came; for weariness, rest; for suffering, glory; for the loneliness of widowhood, the reunion for ever.

In Astley Churchyard she "Rests where her loved ones rest, And joins the throng Of them who see the Lamb And sing that endless song."

(W. H. IL)

(Zo Hon. F. Dillon.) If ever a cup of cold water came at the right moment, it was your overwhelmingly kind letter.

It came on the seventh day of poor suffering mother's dying.

The painful tension to me has been excessive ; your note was a singular relief, if only for a few minutes, in those days of grief.

To witness that strangely dis-

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tressing illness has been by " terrible things " answering my eager prayer for more teaching and closer drawing at any cost.

So now I expect the " afterwards," which, as yet, I certainly don't feel.

But it is something to set to one's own personal seal that God is true to a whole set of promises, with which one could have nothing to do except in very real trial of some sort, and one may as well let Him choose z/at sort.

Many arrangements and _ perplexities now devolved upon us, in the breaking up of our Leamington home.

Dear Frances' unfailing trust, and her assurance that God would guide our steps aright, was to me most calming and _ sustaining.

She was just a daily illustration of "Without Carefulness."

We both needed quiet ; and as we remembered our pleasant rambles many years ago on the cliffs beyond the Mumbles, we went there, and our brother joined us.

Frances at once wished us to secure united lodgings for our winter home, and in this I entirely agreed.

Returning from Wales I went with my dear sister into Herefordshire, staying with some worthy people at the "Highlands" farm, near Titley.

The good man was quite deaf, and my sister's dexterity, in talking on her fingers to him and rapidly transferring on them the sermons at church, was another of her ceaseless ministries,

From the high ground of the rabbit warren the

" ANOTHER LITTLE STEP."

view is panoramic.

And there standsthe yewtree, beneath which my sister had written her poem "Zenith."

It was there she sketched the earthly zeniths, and compared them with the broad sunlight of the true zenith, the true shining—

, .

That should rise and rise, From glory unto glory, through God's skies, In strengthening brightness and increasing power;

A rising with no setting, for its height Could only culminate in God's eternal light."

Those quiet lodgings were restful to us both, and we received such kind attentions from Mr. and Mrs. Mainwaring as ensured our comfort, until we returned to Leamington to break up our home.

The following letters belong to that period.

_ LEAMINGTON, August 1878, The Lord has shown me another little step, and of course I have taken it with extreme delight.

'' Take my silver and my gold" now means shipping off all my ornaments (including a jewel cabinet which is really fit for a countess) to the Church Missionary House, where they will be accepted and disposed of for me, I retain only a brooch or two for daily wear, which are memorials of my dear parents ; also a locket with the only portrait

I have of my niece in heaven, my Evelyn; and her " two rings," mentioned in '' Under the Surface."

But these I redeem, so that the whole value goes to the Church Missionary Society.

I had no idea I had such a jeweller's shop, nearly fifty articles are being packed off.

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I don't think I need tell you I never packed a box with such pleasure.

(Zo Hon. F. Dillon.) - » « Don't I recollect' you, and the wonderful sermon we had just heard on Revelation ii. 12?

I always read your articles first in Woman's Work, for oh, I do like writing which is both hand #, and yours is exceedingly both.

I don't think there has been a day these three weeks that your name has not been in my mind, so that I was quite startled to see your name at the end of the letter!

'Reason why": the editor of Christian Progress has broken down ill; and, though some of my friends thought it almost sinful of me, I could not refuse his request that I would relieve him for three months as editor.

Never, except as an act of sheer mercy and pity, will I be an editor.

Letter after letter to various ''lights," whom I entreated to illuminate their 14,000 readers on various topics, brought hardly anything but regretful refusals.

Everybody is too busy.

(I wish people would: believe I was ; if they did I should get a little more breathing time to do my own work.) May I ask you to contribute a paper on a Bible subject, as Miss Whately and I are both writing a series on practical points, she on the negatives, I on the positives, of Christian life.

Otherwise some of your " Dead Flies" or " Polished Corners" series would have done splendidly.

Iam so glad you touch the seniors in your paper this month; you are generally hardest on the juniors.

I-Jonged for a second paper on unpunctuality, for the seniors. My experiences have been chiefly more of the hindrance their unpunctuality is! for if the mistress

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vy is late at meals, and does not see the value of punctuality in general, everybody has to suffer far more than for any juvenile delinquent.

I can't let your letter pass without Joving thanks (and I have thanked Him), and just a word of wonder that you should find help from my words.

There are few things one feels so unworthy of as even to bear His messages, let alone see His seal set upon them.

I can understand others being used, but not my being used.

I can only say I am-not worthy of the least of His mercies.

What you said about His "telling," and the love revealed in it, was so real and sweet to hear.

Is it not one of the many secrets of the Lord, this "telling"?

Last, but not least, my sister and I are both so struck with your thought on "The Lord shall be thy rereward.":

Some special circumstances make it just the right word for me.

Then of course this sent me to the whole chapter, and that has been food and strength.

Yesterday was my last Sunday evening in [what had been] my father's home.

I don't suppose I shall ever, exactly, have a home,again.

But I am very happy in the " stirring up" of the nest ; every new experience of the "changes and chances" takes one into a new province of the land of promise.

And I have my sister, and we are going to live together for the winter in South Wales.

She is almost everything tome.

I wish I could entirely "tell it out" how good God is to me!

Don't you find there are some things one can say better than write!

I can't write at all, as I would, how good He is, the ink would boil in my pen!

Oh fora seraph's tongue to tell!

Well, we shall be able some day.

Till then, avd then, I am and shall be Yours lovingly.

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On our last Sunday evening in Leamington we went to Trinity Church; and the concluding hymn was my sister's, "Thou art coming, O my

Saviour."

The farewell kindness of many clergy and friends is well remembered.

Characteristically, on our last home evening, Frances sent for a number of night-school boys, giving them baskets of books and magazines, maps for their library, a magic lantern, etc.

And I don't think they have forgotten how she gathered them round her piano, singing with them " Tell it out ;" and then followed her bright farewell words.

For these boys she wrote some simple verses and chorus, " Jesus delivers me now " (unpublished).

Frances spent a great part of the month of August with our dear brother Henry's widow and family, in Somersetshire.

They had bright loving intercourse ; deep searchings together with their Bibles; and music, in which all could take a skilful part, solos and choruses resounding the praises of Him they loved, and whom one of them was so soon to see.

May I say that the love of every one of her numerous nieces and nephews was ever accounted by their aunt as one of God's good gifts, casting refreshing fragrance on her path.

What she was to them, no words of mine can tell!

Then came a journey into Devonshire; she writes

THE WELSH RETREAT.

~~ from Looseleigh, near Plymouth: "I am indeed in clover with these kind friends, and it is very pleasant meeting so many who prayed for me in my illness, though quite a stranger."

My sister addressed a large gathering of ladies in Plymouth, in connection with the Y.W.C.A.

Some time after this she wrote out her notes on the subject of her address, " All Things."

(See Appendix.) One happy Sunday was spent with other new friends, in a very Eden of trees, and flowers, and birds, and holy fellowship.

A brief visit was also paid to her friends at Newport, of which she said it was "like breathing the air of the land of Beulah."

Early in October my sister joined me in our Welsh retreat.

How I remember her first words to me: "I wanted so to get to you, Marie dear!"

She was so very tired, that even the sea air and perfect rest failed to refresh her for some time.

Afterwards, she thoroughly enjoyed the walks and scrambles on the cliffs; at low tide springing lightly over boulders to beds of seaweeds, and rocky pools bright with sea anemones, and then calling to me to watch the white-crested waves, "the wind dashing them back like confirmation veils."

Or, watching the vessels with all sails up entering the harbour, she would speak of the "abundant entrance into the everlasting kinga te)

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" dom."

Delighting in all knowledge, she studied the "Nautical Almanac," and at the top of the Mumbles lighthouse learnt all that the keeper could tell her.

Her tastes were so simple, delighting in wild flowers, and in animals, from the great

St. Bernard dogs to her pet kittens.

We made her study cosy with home comforts, and she called it her "workshop."

She arranged her pictures: by the door was her motto " For Jesus' sake only," and her Temperance pledge card; besides, were her father's portrait, and below it "Sunset on the Lake of Geneva," "The martyrs in prison,' "Astley Church and Rectory," also "The Snow Peaks of the Dent du Midi," and the "Alpine Geum," (choice gifts from her friend Helga vy. Cramm,) with many home portraits and busts.

Her small but choice library showed the variety of her taste, classical, foreign, poetical, with many works on science, geology, etc.; Humboldt's and Professor Ritchie's works (his last gift) she much enjoyed, when the scant leisure came.

(The last books she had in reading were: "The Earth's Formation on Dynamical Principles,' by A. T. Ritchie ; Goodwin's Works; "The Life and Letters of the Rev. W. Pennefather," of which she said, "I find such food in that book"; and "The Upward Gaze," by her friend Agnes Giberne, with which she was delighted.)

A STUDY SKETCH.

May I sketch her at her study table, in her favourite chair from Astley Rectory, older than herself?

Her American type-writer was close by, so that she could turn to it from her desk; it was a great relief to her eyes, but its rapid working often told me she was busy when she should have rested.

Her desk and table drawers were all methodically arranged for letters from editors, friends, relatives, strangers, matters of business, multitudinous requests, Irish Society work, manuscripts ; paper and string in their allotted corners, no litter ever allowed.

It was at her study table that she read her Bible by seven o'clock in the summer and 'eight o'clock in winter; her Hebrew

Bible, Greek Testament, and lexicons being at hand.

Sometimes, on bitterly cold mornings, I begged that she would read with her feet comfortably to the fire, and received the reply: " But then, Marie, I can't rule my lines neatly ; just see what a find I've got!

If one only searches, there are such extraordinary things in the Bible!"

Her harp-piano was placed on a stand she contrived by dexterous carpentering.

It was at this instrument she composed her last sacred song, "Loving all Along," and many other melodies to her hymns in "Loyal Responses." * Often I * These will probably soon be published by Hutchings and Romer.

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heard flashes of melody thereon, that came unbidden amid severer work.

In the south window, its sea view stretching over to Ilfracombe, stood her little table, flowers, and easy chair.

Her sofa faced the west window, with the view of Caswell Bay and its rocks, and there the sunsets came, which we so often watched together, It may be useful to younger readers to mention how resolutely she refrained from late hours, and frittering talks at night, instead of Bible searching and holy communings.

LEarly rising and early studying were her rule through life, while punctuality, and bright, quick, cheeriness characterized allshe did, ~ohewrites :. "J oracy, 4 Gaon xiv. 40) is something more than being ¢za'y! something analogous to ' keeping rank.'"

To a friend, Frances wrote at this time:

I don't think I ever felt more thankful and glad for anything than on reaching this quiet little nest. God has so graciously and perfectly met our special need.

I must pass on to you the last text I have been enjoying, Exodus xv. 13 ;. what can we want more! and it is Thy mercy and strength all along.

And then the "holy habitation" of the present, and the future one, from which we shall " go no more out."

But the "lull in life" never came, even in Wales.

A MORMNING'S POST.

"Rest!"

There is none for me apparently.

Every post brings more letters from strangers alone than I and my sister can answer Itis nine months since I have had a chance of doing a stroke of new work!

But letters were a trouble to Nehemiah as well as to me (Neh. vi. 4), and I must try to make it always work for my King.

It may seem strange that she should have had so to wear her strength away; and the following requests, which came by one post, will show what labour was required in answering them all.

Request for contribution to Jrish Church Advocate.

Hymns for special New Year services wanted.

To write cards suitable for mourners.

For set of six more 'Marching Orders."

Request for poems to illustrate six pictures.

For prayer, sympathy and counsel (two sheets crossed).

Two sheets from a septuagenarian, requiring thought.

Request to write a book suitable for Unitarians.

Sundry inquiries and apologies from one who had been printing her verses with another author's name.

Request to reprint an article, with four explanatory enclosures.

Also to revise a proof and add my opinion.

To revise many sheets of musical manuscripts.

Three requests to supply cards for bazaars.

Advice wanted how to get articles inserted in magazines.

To recommend pupils.

To promote a new magazine.

To give opinion on an oratorio.

Some long poems in manuscript to revise and advise thereon.

Besides packets of leaflets and cards wanted.

In addition to all this, musical proofs reached

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her almost daily, which often required many hours of careful revision and thought; and those accustomed to the sight of the Fireside Alimanack will remember how "the sayings of the Lord ' Jesus" had there been arranged by her for the year which was her last.

All this absorbed an amount of time which can scarcely now be realized; and yet she always wrote pleasantly and cheerily, and many a word of refreshment came from that wearied hand.

Unasked, she undertook to chapterize the manuscript of "Never Say Die,'* and to add the required headings.

Writing to S. G. P., she says :

Time spent on it is overpaid; it brings to me all the sweetness and freshness of the old, old story.

I keep reading it for myself.

My sister agrees with me that the book is exceptional, and in fact unique; and I do trust that you may have, or rather that the Master may have, a very harvest of souls from its circulation.

To its author, when working among the mourners at the Nant-y-glo colliery, she writes :

I enclose you a wee bit more, it has been quite a weight on my mind that I could not do more to help such terrible need.

I was pledged to other collections, and my own purse is not unfathomable.

So I was driven to do at last what I had much better have done ® ¢* Never Say Die."

By S$.G.Prout.

Nisbet & Co,

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at first, viz. pray that the Lord would show me some way of sending a /i#//e, and of course two or three ways flashed into my mind.

May the good Lord give you many souls for your hire, for this service, (Zo Cecilia.) THe MumBies, October 1878.

Dear CEct,— I have often found that the greater the difficulties, the greater the "very present help"; and of course Jesus will be "the same" to you, dear Ceci.

If ever one had gracious guidance in one's life it is now; the place is so precisely what we wanted, a regular case of Philippians iv. 19.

I was terribly tired and used up when I got here, but am ever so much better already, though the "rest" has at présent been only as to no "interviews."

Must hand on to you and Edith the text which more than any other has struck me in our readings lately ; I have ved on it.

Led forth Lh Thy mercy.

Exodus xv. 13. \ Guided a Thy strength.

What would one have more!

And then:

Redemption past.

Holy habitation present: Ps, xe. 9, future.

Saeet is Thy mercy," and ''greatis Thy mercy toward me."

On Sunday look at Exodus xxxil. 29, and connect with John vi. 53-55.

'Think of '¢hose things" and "eat" them: living ov, and satisfied wth, Christ's precious body and blood.

'Eat, O friends |"

Your loving Aunt.

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(Zo an American Friend.) October 28, 1878.

My pear Mrs, BruNoT,— I have not forgotten that I have owed you a letter for a long time.

And I owe one to and Mrs.

McCready.

Now would you be so very kind as to forward this letter to them, and will they be so very kind as to accept it instead of separate letters.

Most graciously God strengthened my health onder fully, as the need deepened during the long and terrible suffering of my poor dear mother, a marked instance of "as thy day."

Still, of course, the strain on mind and body has been very great, both for my dear elder sister

Maria and myself.

Next followed all that is involved ina final break up of home, and overlooking the accumulations of half a century—all my precious father's books, papers, ete.

The beginning of this month my dear sister and I came here, and settled into snug lodgings on the ridge of the western horn of Swansea Bay (six miles from Swansea).

I simply could not live, I think, anywhere within hail ot London, nor much longer in any such lively place as Leamington.

So I have got away, now, well out of everybody's reach!

J am trying, trying, trying, in a sort of Tantalian hopelessness, to overtake the letters that pour in on me, and to fulfil such requests as I have already promised. But, very seriously, I feel that unless I draw a line hard and fast, and refuse everybody all round all that is asked me to do, until I have cleared up the said promises and secured a littie rest, I shall get mentally as

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So, dear friend, I ws¢ decline to write what you ask for ; it is always pain to me to say

"no," and I might keep a secretary only to write these refusals.

That is all the outside.

As for wnder the surface, of course it is the old story of marvels of love and faithfulness, from microscopically minute to grandly magnificent, and sometimes the minutest seem the most magnificent.

I don't think all the previous years, put together, equal this last twelve months for these daily miracles of love.

Only, most of them, and the most wonderful, are from special circumstances, such as have to remain among the secrets between one's own soul and the ever dearer Master.

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_.—It seems to me that God has done for me more than He promised, not only supplying all my need, but all my notions.

Our present abode suits us so perfectly in all manner of little ways, that I tell our gracious Father I really don't know how to thank Him enough forit.

HowTI should like to meet my American friends ! But I dare not come over.

I should be sick all the way, and only be a trouble to you; but, " ¢here shall be no more sea!"

(298 GP) "Blessed is he that considereth the poor, the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble."

So, dear friend, "thou art, now, the blessed of the Lord."

Vow, while I am writing and when you are reading the words, " now" the "blessed" of Jehovah.

That word "blessed" seems to me like a grand outline, traced with one sweep of Jehovah's mighty pencil; and who shall say what the

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filling up shall be?

Because, you see, it is not our idea of "blessed," but God's own idea of it that will fill it up.

I think, sometimes, Christian workers do not take the great comfort for themselves that the good Lord means and has provided for them; there is a sort of shrinking from presuming to appropriate the conditional character connected with a promise, even when it is quite distinctly applicable; and I regard this as a device of the enemy to contrive to withhold from them the whole glorious comfort which belongs to them.

He puts it as a sort of humility; and I think it must grieve our dear Master to have His kindness thus frustrated.

So, somehow, I am exceedingly anxious today that you should just revel in the grand definiteness, and the still grander zzdefiniteness, of this word, which is yours at this moment.

If words mean anything, you have been considering the poor; and so, if words mean anything, you are "blessed."

I have been praying that the Lord would water your own soul very abundantly in the midst of your watering, that you may find more and more " fresh springs" in Himself, and may receive every day His own anointing with "fresh oil" for your service.

You are treading peculiarly closely in the plain footsteps of the Master, your "own Master"; and you have not even to wait for His sure "Come, ye blessed," you have the fore-echo of itnow.

May He Himself whisper it into your heart in the midst of your work, which " He is not unrighteous to forget."

May I give you another thought?

He is sending you into the places whither He Himself will come:

Luke x. 1.

You go into one of these places of suffering, because Jesus Himself will come there, come with His saving power or His pitying love.

WORK AT HOME.

The cottagers around us soon won my sister's interest and regard, and she invited them to a Bible reading in our house (I may say that she never began any work of this kind without the Vicar's consent).* She wrote to ask "fora real great blessing on an open Bible class which Iam starting this evening.

I don't know who_ will come, few or many; but I want God's real converting grace poured out, and I want to be enabled so to speak of Jesus that souls may be won to Him.

There is the centre; how it just goes through one, when one touches upon His own beloved name.

And how we do want Him to be understood and loved."

(Zo .) I have just been preparing for my next Bible reading.

You thought I used a great many texts in my Bible notes, but it is my way of work.

I very seldom run on a dozen lines in any book without embodying a text.

I don't see how one can put too large a proportion of God's own words among our own.

He never said our words should not return void.

Besides, I have got into the way of it.

I don't want to be a spider spinning out * I may also add (to remove misapprehension) that this work was not in or connected with the town of Swansea, where she only once took the Y. W. C. A. meeting, but in the village of Newton, six miles from that town.

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of myself!

I am so interested in my Bible class.

I have just been telling one of them I don't wish to lead them a nice interesting walk all round the walls of the city of refuge, and get them to think what a charming place it is; I want to give them-a good hard push inside.

The room in which the class was held was always full.

She began at once with a subject selected from the Christian Progress chapter for the day, asking all who came to read the intervening chapters by the next meeting, and thus ensuring that study of God's word she so eagerly sought to encourage.

She told me that illustrations seemed to overflow upon her when speaking, and the reality of her words certainly thrilled her hearers.

The last evening, she was so exhausted that I persuaded her to give up her class, and not to attempt larger meetings in the Newton schoolroom, which had been thought of.

On the fourth anniversary of December 2nd, 1873, my dear sister had written :

It was a peculiarly trying day as to other things; but, as I was remembering that blessed day, and all the blessedness of the way ever since, and the words in Jeremiah ii. 2, I cannot tell you the sweetness of it and the assurance that He was indeed remembering me.

"The love of thine espousals."

Do look at the verse, for it applies just as much to you, dear H——, as to me,

4A LAST ANNIVERSARY.

Only, it is but very rarely He gives me such a vividly felt message of love.

I think it was that He saw I was in special need of it; it was just like Him to send it.

The hymn in "Loyal Responses," "My Lord, dost Thou remember me ?" bears the same date.

On the fifth and last anniversary, December 2nd, 1878, Frances writes.

(te J: F.°HZ) I had a great time early this morning, renewing the never regretted consecration.

I seemed led to run over the " Take my life," and could bless Him verse by verse for having led me on to much more definite consecration than even when I wrote it, voice, gold, intellect, etc.

But the eleventh couplet, ''love,"—that has been unconsciously not filled up.

Somehow, I felt mystified and out of my depth here: it was a simple and definite thing to be done, to settle the voice, or silver and gold! but "love"?

I have to love others, and I do; and I've not a small treasure of it, and even loving zz Him does not quite meet the inner difficulty.

Of course, I told Him all that was in my heart as far down as ever I knew it myself, and that He knew the rest, and so I could only hand over the whole concern to Him, and implore Him to make it clear and definite.

I don't see much clearer, or feel much different ; but I have said intensely this morning, " 'Take my love," and He knows

I have.

So I did not fidget any more, or worry the Master any more about it.

I shall just go forward and expect Him to fill it up, and let my life from this day

MEMORIALS OF F. R. Lf.

answer really to that couplet.

The worst part to me is that I don't in practice prove my love to Him, by delight in much and long communion with Him; hands and head seem so full of "other things," (which yet are His given work,) that "heart" seems not "free to serve" in fresh and vivid love.

Swiftly were her words to be realized :

"For He hath met my longing With word of golden tone, That I shall serve for ever Himself, Himself alone.

Shall serve Him, and for ever ; O hope most sure, most fair !

The erfect love outpouring In perfect service there!"

From my notebook :

December 17, 1878.

The sun was shining in our breakfast room, when Frances said:

''It is a great mercy the sunshine of heaven is veiled from our sight, or we should be just unfit for earthly duties.

I think there is a gravitation of the soul to life, as there is in bodies to the earth.

It's delightful being here; it was curious the strong impression I had to come, I think

God gave me the wish, and it has turned out all right.

It is like what poor Howells said to me on the cliffs yesterday.

I met him in his threadbare coat, and he told me how good the Lord was to him, and then, as if talking to Him not to me, he said, 'He's been particularly good to me !'"

LAST CHRISTMAS VERSES.

"That splendid sovereign will of our God, made up of infinite love and infinite wisdom, nothing seems out of perspective when this is our standpoint; all His words and all His ways then stand out, harmonized and beautiful."

"Perhaps in heaven we shall be permitted to remember all the way the Lord led us, and to recall distinctly all the puzzling parts of His guidance and providence, so to see glory reflected dack from them, as it were, upon His wonderful wisdom."

(Zo ——.) December 16, 1878.

Dearest H——, You regularly overwhelm me with such kindness.

Tell Mr. Bullock I don't deserve the /vreséde annuals and Tablets, one bit.

The beautiful shawl will be such a comfort.

Tell the dear -juniors F shall imagine there is a little packet of love in the top of each finger of the delightful gloves.

The Memoir of Mr. Pennefather will always be a treasure to me.

Do you see that he was a pledged supporter of the Irish Society?

I was charmed when I saw that!

I know people wonder why I am so warm about it, but you see I am in first-rate company !

Very early on her last Christmas morning she awoke in severe pain, and was very ill for some days.

But she said cheerily:

"I really have had such songs given me in the night, and some Christmas verses for next year came so easily."

MEMORIALS OF F. R. it.

An hour after: "Oh, Marie; I've done a half-day's work already, a whole set of mottoes; it seemed poured into me."

These she named "Christmas Sunshine," and "Love and Light for the New Year."

"You can't think the enjoyment it is to me to produce anything new.

What books I should write if I had time!

I wonder if I shall always be so pressed with other things; but never mind, it is all 'service.""

And then she spoke of her own mother and the little prayer she taught her: "'O Lord, prepare me for all Thou art preparing for me'; that has been my life prayer."

Many days of pain and weakness followed, and the doctor wished her to have perfect rest.

I was most thankful to write all the letters I could for her now, and at other times.

Dear wearied sister! once she said: "I do hope the angels will have orders to let me alone a bit, when I first get to heaven!"

Ciarl ER ALY, (1879.) New Year's sunshine — Journal of mercies — (Zacsimile of Bible pages) — Prayer and intercessions — " Work, if the Lord will"

— London — His law a delight — Prospering — ''Loving all Along" — '* Bruey" success — Irish plans — Temperance work — The oldest friend's visit — 'Can I go to India?"

— Last Y. W.C. A. address — '' Little Nony" — Last letters — Costly stones — The last '* Sunday crumb " card.

" AND so the years flowed on, and only cast Light, and more light, upon the shining way,

That more and more shone to the perfect day ; Always intenser, clearer than the past ;

Because they only bore "ev, on glad wing, Nearer the Light of Light, the Presence of /er King."

(" Zenith.) REMEMBER her New Year's greeting, (2.¢.

January 1, 1879,) " 'He crowneth the year with His goodness,' and He crowneth me ' with lovingkindness and tender mercies.'

You, dear Marie, are one of my mercies; and I do hope He will let me do something for you up in heaven!"

A diary she never kept; but Mrs. Charles Bullock sent her a little "Journal of Mercies for a

MEMORIALS OF F. R. #1.

1879."

The entries in this are a mirror of her very self, "in every thing giving thanks."

Frances wrote in acknowledgment :

"Thanks for the charming Journal you sent me, I like it greatly.

I put down whichever 'mercy' seems uppermost in my mind for each day ; not one in a thousand though!"

We believe the entries for the first three months will interest our readers.

I, R. H.'s "JournaLt of MeERcIES" FOR 1879.

Jan.

1st.

Able to come downstairs first time.

5, 2nd.

Sleep.

» 3rd.

Maria, and all her care of me.

», 4th.

Opportunities of speaking of Christ.

», 5th, Rest and leisure to-day, » 6th.

Warmth and comfort.

» 7th.

Spirit of prayer in answer to prayer.

», 8th.

Relief from mental pressure.

» 9th.

Maria's health and strength renewed.

», oth.

Being enabled to cast care on God.

», 11th.

Having money to give away.

», 12th, Finding great spoil in the Word.

» 13th.

Deliverance out of many trials and difficulties, », 14th.

Being withheld from resuming work, and sense of God's wise hand in it.

» 5th.

For His hand upon me in weakness, » 16th.

Finding something of the Aadit of truct, » 17th. A little respite from letter writing, yy 18th.

Milder and beautiful weather,

JOURNAL OF MERCIES.

Jan. roth.

Opportunity of help to Mrs. M :

That blessing may reach the Princess Beatrice.

Clearance of my path.

My study!

20th.

21st.

22nd.

23rd.

24th, 25th, 26th.

27th.

28th.

29th.

30th, "?

More strength.

Help in writing for C. S. S. M.

The promise in Deuteronomy xxx. 6.

Head and eyes decidedly better.

Being evidently sent to the Mumbles.

Travelling mercies.

Travelling opportunities (to London), Kindness from Mr. and Mrs. W ; Being allowed to give a word of real comfort.

Being in N. and Co.'s hands.

A happy Sunday.

Acceptance by Hutchings and Rome: of 31st.

Feb. 1st.

2nd.

3rd.

" Loving all Along."

Immediate answer to prayer.

Strength for extra pulls, Shielding from cold and rain.

Need supplied.

Pleasant guidance.

De:

's sermons.

Safe transit to Rev. C. Bullock's, Ath.

5th.

6th.

7th.

8th, goth. roth.

Quiet day.

Hettie B.'s friendship.

Portrait finished.

11th. r2th.

13th.

Pleasant interviews with good men, Finishing '' Echoes," and seeing Amy and Clement.

Frustration of plans, and solemn lessons.

Such a comfortable nest to come back to, 14th.

15th, 16th. :

17th.

MEMORIALS

OF F, k. I,

Our good maid, Mary Farrington.

Fresh air.

Immediate answer to prayer for a token for Feb, 18th.

19th.

2oth.

good.

Help in need.

Done with some musical work, 21st.

22nd.

23rd.

Freedom from pain.

Able to walk about.

Opportunities of usefulness, 24th.

25th.

Finding the Zord's poor Maria returned all right.

Fulfilment of Psalm xxxvul. 5, 6.

26th.

27th.

28th.

Spring sunshine!

Strange experience.

Freedom.

Maria's writing letters for me.

Preservation from cold.

Finding myself freed from what was temptaMar.

Ist.

2nd.

3rd.

4th.

5th.

6th. tion.

Answer to prayer that the Lord's call might 7th. not be wasted.

Beautiful spring sunset.

Irresponsibility to any but my Master.

Finishing my " Kept."

8th. oth. roth, Donkeys !

Special application of 1 Peter iv. 14.

For God's withholdings all my life.

Pr the 2th.

13th.

A good Uay's work done.

Contentment in walking by faith, zo¢ by sight. t4th.

15th.

Having been guided here.

Succeeded in starting Mary F 16th.

17th, with a Sunday school class.

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IS A The Epistle of PAUL the Apostle to the HEBREWS.

'onlrasts) Son af Boel (ee if belweer S Sen F QEAVTER I. Son of Boil ZOD, who* at sundry times and in divers manners, spake in time past unto 'o. /2./O the fathers by the prophets, ¢v Ne. G.3Gc,2.3, jo. /2.50.2 Hathin these last days spoken unto A.D. 64. | 5 For unto the angels hath 'he not put ee oe ee in subjection the world to come, whereof 4// aNu.

12.6,8.| we s i bDe. ee 6 But_one in a certain place testified, ape, rs *) sa "ad What is man,¢ that thou art mindeJoha1.3, | ful of him? or the son of man, that: thou

~ 4/08 is Son, whom he hath appointed Bor, @ little visitest him?

2. Apheir? of all things, by .whom®* also he ? 2. 9. (made the wor) 2.4.77.

3 Who' being\the brightness of his a. 14. g. glory, and the exp?Pess image of his per- ' ¢.//6 gon, and upholding mgs by the word Lely 2. s power, when he'\had by_ himself eabey d our sins, sat downon the right 7 Thou madest him 6a little lower2Z«.

2. than the angels; thou crownedst him with ~?glory and honour, and didst set him over while inferior to.

SJobn 1. 14.

€o1.1.15..17,| the works of thy hands: gchap. 7.27.| 8 Thou hast put all things in subjection

9.12.14. | under his feet. Hor in that he put all in Bre ao m= subjection under him, he left nothing that the Majesty on high; ito re is not put under him.

But now we! sea 4; /< Bhi. 2.

8, 9 Dot yet all things put under him, ¢e 727 .

_9 But we see Jesus, who* was made a tle lower than the angels, yfor the su pes y ering, Of death, crowned" with glory frano that hee by the grace of should ta8te death for every man.

10 For it'kecame him," for whom? are made so much better\than. the n 139-6 angels, as.tre hath -by_ inheritance obfamed 4.2.4. # yoore excelldst name than they. 2.

5 For unto,whtelt of the angels said hewg .F.5 any time, Thou! arbmy Son, this day have I begotten thee?

Andagain, I* will be to a Father, and he shail be to me a Son?

6And again, when he"byingeth in the all things, an whom are all things, ina. bringing niapy sons unto glory, to makeJo./% ,46.| the captain, f their salvation perfect */72°72 ? firstbegotten into the world, he saith, And é.7-/,/é\et* all the angels of God worshipim.

Sof the angels he saith}\Who* maketh Be es and his thinisters a flame of fire.

199.4. 8 But unto the Bon he saith, Thy® 4.$./G.throne, O God, ts. for ever and ever: a 472. sceptre of "righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom:

} 9 Thou hast loved righteousness, and 4/8. Yated iniquity; therefore God, even -thf od, hath anointed thee with the git of Jadness above thy fellows.

Bot . throug suflerings.: 7e 13.19..¢.72-2. Wor Bh, Vi For both he that sanctifieth an they 27 4 who are sanctified, ave all" of one: for&/7 which cause he 2 not ashamed to call Jo them brethren ; Mar, 9.3. <¢//, /o- / .| 12 Saying, [* will declare thy name%, 2 é6'z.| unto my brefhren; in the midst of the-%<Z: burch will I sing Boo unto thee. Ze.7./7,

MIS And again, Ly will put my trusf"n Jjp4: hint And sgain: Behold 1? and_the/chil-Ge

dren Which God? hath given me.2Go/%, /4. nrightness,or, stratiness.

's GD. 2 a, Thou,* Lord, in the beginning Vf the foundation of the earth; = Ps, 22. 23. y Ps. 18. 2, much then as the children are . flesh_ and blood/he* alsog 7; took part of the same; mse! e 25.) that through deal e€ might destroy him that had the power of'death, that is,#. 4 the devil ; 7577.5.

15 And deliver them/Who, through fear¢/o. « of death were all thom lifetime subject to /4°2/ bondage. Ge, 45: 7. vens are the works of thine erish, but thou remainJv.2./7 i They sh ? $39, /g.est; and they wax old as doth a garment ; - 14.

41 Co. 10. 54. eLnu, 1. 74.

J Ps. 110. 1, Ohe taketh 12 And as a vesture Shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be ch d: but thou art ./0.$. the same, and thy years sha e took not on him the nature of angels but he took on kim the seed of Abrahgin.<f/7P/L4.

17 Wherefére in ull things it behoveds7 % him to be/made like unto his preteen that he yight be a merciful* and faithfulA%.

16 For weeds a not hold of angels, but of the seed of | Abraham he taketh hold.

13 But to which of the a at any time, Sit' on my right I make thine enemies thy footstool 14 Are they not all ministering spint G/. 1. sent forth* to minister for them who sh»ll be heirs! of salvation ?

| high priést in things pertaining to God, 0/ 7.

|make/reconciliation for the sins of tpt CHAPTER II. Son of Man THEREFORE we ought to give the 2.4./g more earnest heed to the things which we v.4.6,oheve heard, lest at any time we should te. /3./g.® let them slip. Fe.2, 257 a¢.3./¢.2 For if the word spoken by angels!

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Vy. 26./F. Gol. / 26-722. ee ; For in that he him-elf hath suffered ing tempted, he is able to succpar them\ that are tempted. xrun out, as leaking Ke 7 58.

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BIBLE SEARCHING.

Mar.18th.

Clearer views of Jesus.

», Igth.

Acceptance among poor.

20m. converted, and O—— P—— conse crated.

»» 21st.

Irish Society success far beyond my asking, », 22nd.

Study comforts.

», 23rd.

Grace not dependent on means.

» 24th.

Preservation from fire.

», 25th.

Pardon and victory.

» 206th.

Permitted to speak out to , and setting Board School Bible reading afloat.

» 27th.

Instant guidance in sudden emergency.

5, 28th.

Preservation from a serious fall, » 29th.

Faculties.

5, 3oth.

A gospel sermon at church.

» 3st.

Musical gifts It is at our brother Frank's suggestion that the accompanying facsimiles have been taken from my sister's Bible.

She had thus referenced two of Bagster's Bibles, the Old Testament, as well as the New, showing her diligent searchings.

Truly, her delight was in the law of the Lord, it was always her standard of appeal; and, by comparing Scripture with Scripture, she grasped its all-sided truth, rejoicing therein as one that findeth great spoil.

To her niece Cecilia she wrote:

In reading the Scripture it is best to combine plans.

Once a day read straight on, with prayer and careful referencing.

But always try to give a half hour to Bible

MEMORIALS OF F. R. HM.

study ; work out Bible subjects, and make notes of them. I will give you two or three which I have found profitable.

What does the Bible say God zs | CNet to us?

" Everlasting."

Search out and. classzfy the places where it is used.

(This is very comforting, '' everlasting covenant," '' everlasting joy," etc.) " Called."

How is our "calling" described?

Unto what are we "called"?

" Keep."

Who will keep?

Whom does He keep?

From what does He keep?

* Able."

See how applied to Christ; arrange in order.

Keep a fine steel pen on purpose at hand, and mark the references you thus find in your own Bible, this will greatly enrich if .

This plan is zwery helpful, both for intellectual and spiritual knowledge of His word.

The other facsimile is taken from one of the fly leaves of my sisters Bible, and shows the way in which she constantly arranged Bible teachings.

SuBJECTS FOR Prayer.

(Hound in F. R. H.'s Bible.) (1878 -9.) "T have greatly enjoyed the regular praying of the Lord's Prayer, and take a petition each morning in the week.

Intercession for others I generally make at evening.

I take the fruits of the Holy Spirit in the same way, and find this helpful."

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SUBYECTS FOR PRAYER.

GENERAL, Morning.

Lvening.

For the Holy Spirit.

Perfect trust all day.

Watchfulness.

To be kept from sin.

That I may please Him.

Guidance, growth in grace.

That I may do His will.

That He would use my For forgiveness and cleansing.

Mistakes overruled.

Blessing on all said, written, and done.

For conformity to His will and Christ's likeness.

That His will may be done 7m me.

For a Aoly night.

Confession, For every one for whom mind, lips, pen, @//.

Blessing and guidance in each engagement and interview of the day.

I have been specially asked to pray.

SPECIAL SUBJECTS.—SUNDAY.

That I may make the most of Sabbath hours, and gain much from the word.

Deliverance from wandering thoughts, Pure praise.

Blessing on services and choir.

" Hallowed be Thy Name."

Intercessions.

(Initials of many clergymen, of her brother, her godchildren, and " our servants.")

MonpDaAY.

"For Joy and Peace."

That the life of Jesus may be manifest in me.

"Thy kingdom come."

Intercession for Church Missionary Society and Irish

MEMORIALS OF F. R. £1.

Society.

(Initials of her eldest sister, a//7 her family, and " Oakhampton servants.") Tuespay.

"For Longsuffering."

That my unconscious influence may be all for Him.

"Thy will be done."

Intercession for Mildmay (and initials of her brother Henry's children and many Leamington friends).

WEDNESDAY.

" Gentleness."

For spirit of prayer and shadowless communion.

'Give us this day our daily bread."

Intercession for the universities and public schools, for many friends, for M. V. G. H., and E. C.

TuHurspay.

' Goodness."

For much fruit to His praise.

Soul winning.

Spirit of praise.

"Forgive us our trespasses."

Local work.

Swansea, and Mrs M——.

For my sister Ellen, all at Winterdyne, and "the servants."

Fripay.

* Faith,"

Wisdom to be shown more of His will and commands, "Lead us not into temptation."

For my brother and all at U. B.

SaturDay.

" Afeekness and Temperance."

That the word of Christ may dwell in me richly, open treasures of Thy word to me, fill my seed basket.

" Delivér us from evil."

For the Church of England and the Poa:

Initials of many friends,

VISIT TO LONDON.

Work For 1879: "If the Lord will."

(In F R. H's Desk.) To write "Starlight through the Shadows," daily book for invalids.

Six more Church Missionary Society papers.

"Marching Orders."

Set '' Loyal Responses" to music.

*Prepare "Kept" for press.

To write " Lilies from the Waters of Quietness" (poem).

" About Bible Reading and Bible Marking," magazine article.

* ' All Things ;" work up my notes, 'Particularly good to me," verses or short article.

"The Stray Kitten," juvenile paper.

Workup C.S.S. M. anecdotes into papers or book.

* Complete twelve "' Wayside Chimes" for Home Words.

*Select or write "Echoes from the Word" for Day of Days.

*Double sets of New Year's mottoes (Caswell), 'Bright Thoughts for Dark Days."

Series of Irish Sketches for Day of Days. On " Sunday Postal Burdens"

; how to relieve the postmen.

"Our Brother"; or daily thoughts for those who love Him.

* "Morning Stars," daily thoughts about Jesus for little ones.

'Evening Stars," or promises for the little ones.

| Complete the series of "Sunday Morning Crumbs."

Six poems for Sunday Magazine.

[The daily pressure of letters prevented many of these being attempted ; * denotes those completed. ]

January 28th she went to London, visiting Mr. and Mrs. Watson and the Rev. C. Bullock.

Other visits were purposed, but singularly frustrated by the appearance of infectious illness in her dear friend's (Mrs, Bullock's) family, and she thought it

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right to return speedily to Wales.

The day she went to town I read (at prayers) the Christian Progress chapter for the day, Deuteronomy xxxiii.

1-17, Afterwards Frances said: "I wondered if you would read the eighteenth verse.

It is a fresh promise for me.

You say I belong to the tribe of Zebulun, 'them that handle the pen, and early this morning I read 'rejoice Zebulun in thy going out, and so I do in going to London.

I never went a journey I feel so delighted about.

I gave up the thought of going, last week, for I wanted to make the most of my time and money for my King, and didn't want to please myself a bit.

Then, after prayer about it, that promise seemed to direct my going, 'Certainly I will be with thee,' and I have had no misgiving since."

On her return from London her work seemed to increase; letters poured in; many came for advice or instruction, and she gave up every available moment.

I distinctly remember the gladness of her service, delighting to do whatever seemed the will of the Lord.

One morning she said to me: " Marie, it is really very remarkable how everything I do seems to prosper and flourish.

There is my ' Bruey Branch' growing and increasing, and now the Temperance work.

And so many letters tell me that God is blessing my little

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books.

I thought this morning why it was so; in the first Psalm we have the condition and the promise : 'his delight is in the law of the Lord; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.'

You know how Ido love my Bible, more and more; and so, of course, the promise comes true to me."

To our Vicar and other friends she sent this simple request for prayer, asking them to sign their own names and secure others to join:

"T agree to pray every evening for three months _ from this date, (God helping me,) for the outpouring of His Holy Spirit upon this parish and neighbourhood." —F. R. H., March 7, 1870.

It was as answer to this prayer that my sister attributed the awakening interest which much encouraged her in daily conversations in the cottages around us.

In the village school her frequent visits and bright words won the deepest love.

To encourage them to learn: God's word perfectly, she offered a new Bible to every child who would repeat the 53rd chapter of Isaiah.

Good Friday was the day fixed, but she was ill then.

A few days after, she was delighted with the perfect repetition by many of the children ; and, though she would not excuse a single mistake, she gave some another trial.

I was often struck with the pains she took with

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very little children, so really making the gospel story glad news to them.

Once she went rather unwillingly to return a stranger's call.

She afterwards told me she was quite ashamed of her reluctance (though it arose from weariness), for she had "found such direct work," adding:

"I must screw up to a notch higher, and improve all conversations.

Certainly my King is very good, to give me such nice little bits of work for Him."

In the early part of March, Frances re-wrote and completed her last book, "Kept."

She told me she could work but slowly and with some difficulty, owing to pressure of other things.

Again and again, she said how strongly she felt that her pen was to be used only for the Master, and how she had found His blessing in that course hitherto.

My sister had also begun a series of papers for invalids ; but it seemed strongly impressed on her that the children should have a turn, and so she rapidly wrote " Morning Stars."

She was interested in looking over some musical settings to her words by Mr. Purday, an old correspondent of our father's.

She approved of the title, "Songs of Peace and Joy"; and against some of his tunes wrote "very sweet," "very good," " fair, third strain interesting," ete.

"LOVING ALL ALONG."

28 wn My dear sister was delighted that Messrs, Hutchings and Romer accepted for publication her music to Mr.

Prout's words "Loving all Along."

(To SGP) - .

About your " Loving all Along." I wrote the nusic to suit myself, and I never yet found words which were so exactly what I wanted.

I hope to sing it in many drawing-rooms, it is delightful to do the King's business-there, and singing often opens the door for quiet conversations.

I do so pray the words may touch some weary hearts under silks and satins, and dress-coats too, may-be.

All the same, I do not think the song will ever be popular, because it is just one of those which are utterly ruined if stumbled over, or even if well played by one who does not dash off the recitative-like style with real spirit, and bring out the sharp contrasts which give effect.

Seriously, dear friend, the points have been carried one after another ; Hutchings and Romer accepting it, Sankey saying it haunts him, and taking it to America ; now two prayers, that God will make it acceptable, and most of all that He will let it do real work and send the great power of His Spirit with it.

P.S.—The Jdest last ! —— converted by "N.S. D."

He was slightly ill; I called, talked, and prayed twice or three times, and gave him "Never Say Die."

And that was blessed!

Now give thanks !

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Tue Mums tes, JZarch 25, 1879.

DEAREST G——,

I am being answered about my "Bruey Branch" to an extent that literally alarms me!

I don't know how I can keep pace with the influx of young collectors, and the Dublin secretaries are ' astonished."

I sent up £4108 a few days ago, and that is only what comes to me; Mr. Roe tells me hundreds of ' Bruey " cards are being taken all over the kingdom, and I see the whole thing will want complete organizing.

I myself have sent up, including Miss E. Titterton's, no less than seventy-nine collectors' lists and amounts, and I begun two years ago with a list of ezg2¢ collectors, consequently

I am believing in prayer a little more than ever!

THE Mumpies, JZarch 28.

DEAR WILLIE AND ALFRED [SHaAw].

Is the Green Isle big enough to hold you and me at the same time, do you think?

Because, if it is, J am thinking, please God, of coming over about the beginning of June.

The real reason why I have made up my mind to brave the terrors of the deep, z¢. of the ladies' cabin, is that things are growing so marvellously fast in my department of the Irish Society work, that I must go and see for myself what 2s being done in the fields of work, and also have a regular consultation at head quarters about organizing the " Bruey Branch," which is sprouting like anything in all directions.

And now the thing is, I want one of you to come with me, (of course at my expense,) on a sort of tour round some of the Irish stations.

I think it will be delightful.

The fun would

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be to have you both ; but that might complicate matters as to accommodation in some of these " backwoods," so how would it be if one of you came, for the first week or two, and then change over?

I thought it would be such a very nice opportunity for you to see something of the land of your birth beyond the civilization of college and the metropolis!

Think it over and pray over it, and let me know what conclusion you come to.

If one of you could come, you would probably be a great comfort, as you would see to such matters as hiring cars for me and other small services.

It is not only that I really want to see the work for myself, as I am getting more and more deeply pledged to it, but we have got

Mr. Bullock to make the Day of Days a sort of guast Irish Society organ, he having put two pages of the magazine at our disposal every month, instead of our going to the expense of setting up a separate magazinefor the Society's information.

This was my scheme, and ° we are starting pretty well ; but they want me extremely to write some papers for it, and I tell them I can't make brick without straw, and therefore if I am to write I must go to Ireland, Let me know as soon as. you can when your term ends, and you would be at liberty.

Mr.

Fitzpatrick is very anxious to make part of his inspecting tour fit in with mine, so as to show me that part of the work, which of course would be a great advantage to my papers; but I tell him that I wish, also, to see some of the undress as well as the full parade, so he is to be with us part of the time, and I am to visit some stations by myself.

I have stipulated that I only go to observe and take notes, ot to take classes or give addresses, as I have not strength for that; and, to keep myself

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fresh for the writing, which I want to do as much as possible on the spot, is far more important.

Your loving Aunt.

The following letter refers to the action taken by her on the Total Abstinence question.

(Zo Eustace Havergal.) April 12, 1879.

Drar EvUSTACE,— :

As to actual signing I only deferred that, that I might use the act at good interest, which I did by getting six persons to sign with me.

Ihave found by experience, as thousands of other Christian workers are finding, that this "outward and visible sign" is just the needed means to prevent the beginnings of that terrible evil.

See now, I have here eight growing lads, besides * several others, all in surroundings of more or less temptation, who have signed my book and are thus helped to say zo; and, instead of swimming with the stream, not one has been into a public house since, trying their best to get others to abstain also.

I could not feel impatient at your not seeing it yet, because four or five years ago I felt exactly as you do; but, hearing so much of the great work done by this means, I set myself to pray for clear light and guidance about it, asking that I might be able to lay aside prejudice on the one hand, and that I might be kept from going without God's leading on the other.

From that time, conviction gradually dawned and deepened in my mind that I could not hold-aloof from a movement on which God has set so very evident a seal of blessings

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Endorsed on a pamphlet dealing with the Total Abstinence question, enclosed in the same letter, is the following.

I have gone in altogether for it now, and find it gives me opportunities at once which I had not before.

Alay 1, 1879.

- .

I haven't taken up teetotal work, but teetotal work has taken up me!

Morgan and Scott made me accept a big, handsome, pledge book in February, and somehow the thing has fairly caught fire here.

One led to another, and yesterday boys were coming all day to sign!

I had twenty-five recruits yesterday alone, and a whole squad more are coming this evening! and we are going in for getting EVERY boy in the whole village !

And now, " Please, miss, mayn't the girls sign?"

So I've got to open a girls' branch aswell!

So work grows !

I adopt the title of '' The Newton Temperance Regiment," to please my boys, who are a strong majority in it, and very hearty about it.

I do love these little lads.

Our dear and faithful friend, Elizabeth Clay, was with us at Easter.

Frances was deeply interested in the details of her Indian journeys and Zenana work, and consulted with her as to the possibility of eventually going to India herself, that she might be able to write for her King in Oriental languages.

Frances was not at all well, and a feverish cold prevented her from singing when Mr. and Mrs, Sankey paid us a pleasant visit.

To them she V

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spoke much of the bright City, and that music which alone could satisfy her intense craving.

Almost the last time we walked to church together, she turned round to me and said: " Marie,

I've come to the conclusion it will be very nce to go to heaven!

The perfect harmony, the perfect praise, no jarring tunes.

You don't know the intense enjoyment it is to me to sing in part music.

I don't think I could hear the Hallelujah Chorus ~ and not sing it; but zhere—!"

Another Sunday evening, not being able to go to church, she called Mary to read with her.

Searching into the meaning of those words (John viii. 51), "If a man keep My saying he shall never see death," her conclusion was, "so, when we come to die, our eyes will so really see Jesus A/zmse/f that we shall not see death."

Thus it was to her :

" Death is a hushed and glorious tryst, With Zhee, my King, my Saviour Christ !"

Truly, her loyal life shone brightly, day by day.

Her appeals stirred many a one to choose the King's service.

I think it was in April she took (once only) the Young Women's Christian Association meeting in Swansea for her friend, Mrs,

Morgan.

They well remember how she played and sang with them, "Precious Saviour, may I live, only for Thee!" (to her tune " Onesimus.")

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At the close of her address she took round to each a copy of " Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee," with a blank space, where each might sign her name who could do so, in true and loyal allegiance.

My dear sister a/ways went to such meetings, in the truest humility of spirit.

She often said, "I can only ask the Lord to give me words; I am only learning, myself, day by day"; but a real power seemed to rest on all her words, and especially during the last years.

Our friend the Baroness Helga von Cramm joined us in May.

She thought dear Frances looking well and young and bright.

We had some pleasant seaside walks; and Frances sat by her friend, on the sands, when she sketched the "Mumbles Lighthouse."

Many kind friends near us, and their children and servants, wondered at the sweetness and power with which my sister spoke to them for and of her Lord and King.

(Zo Mrs. f1.) May 5, 1879.

Thank God for her! and thank God that you are able to thank Him.

I never read anything sweeter than Nony's welcome to her Lord's coming for her.

I have ventured to keep a copy of your beautiful letter to :

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Would you let me make some extract from it in my next circulars?

I should so like to tell my dear little collectors about Nony, whose name will be highest on the list in the next report.

I feel it such a privilege to have been permitted to number this little saint of God among my little band of collectors.

One from the seniors (E. R. N.)* and one from the juniors are " safe home" now, and both such abundant entrances.

How beautiful Nony must be now!

Yours, in most loving sympathy.

(Zo the same.) Alay 20.

. «On further consideration and prayer, I see that I cannot write Nony's memoir, at least not unless the autumn shapes itself quite differently from what God is at present indicating.

After Christmas, I may be free to decide on fresh work, and then I might try and do my best.

But I think you would not like to postpone the

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EXTRACTS FROM LAST LETTERS,

May 17, 1879.

Dear Mr. SNEPP,— I cannot forbear just a line of affectionate sympathy in reply to your note.

And I do so rejoice with you in the brighter parts of it.

I begin my Irish campaign, please God, on June ath ; * E. R. Nicholas, Esq., long revered in Bewdley, who died April 30, 1879, the day before little Nony,

+ This memoir of her little friend is now published by Messrs, Nisbet & Co., 'The Memorials of Little Nony."

"SUNDAY MORNING CRUMBS."

I stay first with the good Bishop of Cashel.

Really a wonderful little Temperance work here; all the rising generation have joined the pledge except about twelve, and now the men want to speak to me, and I am to meet them to-night at the corner of the village (open air, having no place else) with my pledge book.

I have got 118 pledged, and each with prayer over it, and personal talk about better things.

In haste, etc., etc.

(Zo Mrs. Charles Bullock.) - « « Ido not want to work out a text this morning because I want to give the same time to working a few, in the chapter for to-day, with the Baroness.

But I choose for next Sunday (May 18) 1 Kings v. 17: " Zhe King" "commanded"

" great stones,'

" costly stones,"

""hewed stones," "foundation of the house."

Those six points will bear a lot of referencing; ¢e point that struck me being that all these great, costly, and hewed stones were to be laid owt of sight, yet making the strong and needed foundation for a beautiful superstructure.

Do you see my thought?

This letter leads to the remark that for mary months my dear sister had selected texts on some verse in the Christian Progress chapter for Sunday mornings, She sent them on postcards to her friend Mrs. Bullock on the previous Fridays, calling them "Sunday Morning Crumbs."

We give only two others, for her friend will publish them with the title of 'My Bible Study."

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Zech. vi. 11:

'' Make crowns, and set them on the head of Joshua the high priest."

Rev. xix. 12: " Many crowns."

Is it not our privilege to have something to do with preparing the crowns, and the jewels in them ?

You see it is "make," not merely "take."

Meanwhile "we see" Him already "crowned with glory and honour"

(Heb. i. 9).

Outsiders don't see it at all, and many of us don't "see" because we don't steadily "look."

I suppose it is the coronation day of Jesus in our hearts when we ''take" all that is most precious to us, typified by the silver and gold, and " make crowns" with it for Him in the double aspect of High Priest, ze. Atoner and Mediator, and Joshua our accepted and recognised

" Leader and Commander."

Alay 23, 1879.

For May 25:

1 Kings xii. 24, "This thing is from Me"

(railway to ver. 15).

If anything wasn't from the Lord, one would have thought Rehoboam's infatuation was that thing! So, it seems a lesson of acquiescence in those most difficult things to acquiesce in, z.e. what seem to arise from man's (or lad's) foolishness and tryingness.

See 2 Cor. v. 18, "all things"; and 2 Cor. iv. 15.

Compare Gen. xlv. 8, andl. 20.

So thankful for the good news in your note, as to both your sister and your friend.

Thanks for your dear husband's. Very kind to register it !

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The donkey-boy —My Temperance regiment — Work on the village bank — Sailor friends — Helga's pictures —'t God's will delicious" — Good Mary and kind nurse — '' How good and kind to come!" — The last Sunday — The last hymns —~Last messages — *' Do speak bright "words for Jesus" — The last song at the Golden Gate — With the King — Astley Churchyard.

Y dear sister Frances had promised to meet some men and boys on the village bank on May 21st.

Though the day was very damp, she went, taking her Bible and her Temperance book with her.

While standing a long time on this cold spot, heavy clouds came up from the Channel, and she returned, wet and chilly with the rain and mist ; even then some were waiting for her to speak to them.

May 22nd, being Ascension Day, she wished to go to church with our friend, but looked so poorly that I urged her to come for the Communion only.

She was very tired, and took a donkey home.

As she passed through our village of Newton, quite a procession gathered round her, her regiment of boys eagerly listening.

Her donkey

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boy, Fred Rosser, remembers that Miss Frances told him "I had better leave the devil's side and get on the safe side; that Jesus Christ's was the winning side; that He loved us and was calling us, and wouldn't I choose Him for my Captain?"

Arriving at home, Frances ran in for her book, and on the saddle Fred signed the pledge.

A young sailor, W. Llewellyn, was going to sea the next day.

Frances was anxious to speak to him, and in the evening went to the cottage.

He signed the book and heard one of her closing messages ;* and this was the last time her feet were

" Swift and beautiful for Thee."

That evening she spoke to several ; her intense earnestness, her pleading words in the kitchen, are not forgotten.

To our worthy landlord, his wife and boys, she spoke loving words.

David and Johnnie Tucker will not forget how often she had them in her study.

May 23rd. The chilliness increased ; and though she was in her study as usual, I requested the doctor to see my dear sister, and desired him to come again.

The Temperance meeting was to be held in the evening, and my sister arranged 150 large Temperance cards, then to be given.

Very * His last letter, from Brazil, states that he has faithfully kept the pledge.

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cheerfully she gave up the wish to go, saying (so like her !) "You will do all so much better than

I can; will you give them two messages from me: to those who have signed, ' Behold God Himself is

. our. Captain' (2 Chron. xiii. 12) ; to those who have not signed, 'Come thou with us, and we will do thee good' (Num. x. 29).".

Our Vicar and Mr. Bishop, from Swansea, were to be present; and to them she sent her good wishes and request for bright short addresses.

While we were at the meeting, she was stitching strong paper tract-bags for sailors at sea, till she felt ill and Mary assisted her into her room. A feverish night ensued.

Saturday, 24th.

Our friend, the Baroness, left us; but she was not uneasy about Frances.

In the afternoon my sister asked me to rearrange her pictures near her bed.

"Put Mary Fay's text next to me, 'Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and for ever"; above that, 'Sunrise from the Bel Alp,' and ' The Glacier of La Tour."

I read to her the text painted by Helga, on the rock: "I saw a sea of glass, clear as crystal."

Frances said, "Strangely sweet! tell Helga her pictures take my thoughts away from the pain,—up there."

Then Frances asked me to place "my own text," "the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth from all sin"; and beyond it Emily Coombe's illumination,

"T reckon that the sufferings," etc

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The following are her last notes, in pencil.

(Zo Miss E. Titterton.) May 28, 1879.

DEAREST EMILY,—

I am laid up again with a return of these feverish attacks, which the doctor says are really from debility ; so must only send love, and assure you that whatever is the reason of no answer, it can't possibly be that Mrs. P. is " offended "—that's not the last possibility, but an zmpossibility!

It may be that she does not see her way and is in a fix what to say ; this is highly probable, as the Mildmay institutions are, financially, at a low ebb, and of course she must throw all available strength into this.

I have got the zwo/e rising generation of the village to sign the pledge (all between eight and sixteen), except two boys who won't sign, three who broke, and one girl " going to sign"!

Also about fifty grown-ups.

My little lads are splendid: such hearty enthusiasm about it!

Temperance meeting to-night, at which I was popularly supposed to be going to speak! but I have to entrust it all to others under God.

I dare not let the fact transpire that I can't go.

They are such affectionate people, these poor Welsh.

If I am able to go to Ireland (June 4), I will explain to Mr. Fitzpatrick about pence cards for you and the Bruey branch:

-.% THE Mumps .es, dZay 24.

Dear Mr. Watson,— I am in bed again with another of these tryingly frequent feverish attacks, and am writing on the back of your own letter, not having other paper within reach !

FHE LAST WEEK.

The fact is, I have knocked myself up with this Temperance work ; but having got the whole rising generation of the village into my Temperance regiment, except four naughty little black sheep, seems to me quite worth being knocked up for!

I am sorry I demurred to Dr. B.'s book appearing in my special livery ; it was rather small of me, and I feel small accordingly.

I forgot to say that the subject is one of my unfinished '' invalid book" papers, but I don't think I need sacrifice it, need 1?

I could puta footnote, something of this sort—''For fuller and far better thoughts on this passage, my readers are referred to the 'Brook Besor,' by Andrew A. Bonar, D.D.," etc.

I have had such a kind letter from Dr. Macduff, sending me " Palms of Elim."

I like it best of his, since the " Faithful Promiser."

Maria says I must not write any more.

Yours ever, PR EL Of Sunday I have kept no account.

May 26th, She could not attend to her letters, but corrected the proof of "Morning Stars," on the text "I am the bright and morning Star"; and then the pen so long used in the service of her King was laid down.

She was not suffering very much, lying quietly in bed, her pet kittens Trot and Dot on her duvet.

She rather astonished her doctor by saying, "Do you think I've a chance of going ?"

He told her that she was not seriously ill; and asked if she really liked lying there, and in pain,

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Frances.

"Yes, I do; it is as if an errand-boy were told to take a message, and afterwards the master bids him zo¢ to go.

I was going to Ireland next week, hoping to write for the Irish Society, but God has upset all my plans, and it's all right."

The last passage she looked at in her Bible was the Christian Progress chapter for May 28th (Rev. ii, 1-10).

She asked Mary to read it for her, dwelling on "Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life," bidding her turn to the reference in James 1, 12.

(It is remarkable that the same promise of "the crown of life" was the last passage our dear father ever read.) May 29th.

Fever and internal inflammation rapidly came on, and all the symptoms and agony of peritonitis.

God seemed to permit severest suffering, and all remedies failed.

But her peace and joy shone through it all, while her patience and unselfish consideration for others were most striking, arranging that all who nursed her should rest also,

When we were distressed for her, she whispered, "Tt's home the faster!"

She told Mary she was quite sure now she should never go to Ireland, adding, "God's will is deliczous; He makes no mistakes."

Our good Mary was a great comfort at all times.

May 30th, She was speaking of justification by

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faith. 'Not for our own works or deservings ; oh, what vanity it seems now to rest on our own obedience for salvation, any merit of our own takes away the glory of the atoning blood.

' Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood,' that's zt."

M. " Have you any fear?"

F. "Why should I?

Jesus said 'It is finished,' and what was His precious blood shed for? L¢rust¢ thet."

Another time: "I am sure 'I am not worthy to be called His son,' or His servant, but Jesus covers all; Iam unworthy, but in Him complete."

The last letter she could listen to was from my brother Frank's twin sons, and her message was: "Thank Willie for that nice text, 'Sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning'; and I do hope that Willie and Ethelbert will be ambassadors for Christ ; even if they are not clergymen, may they win souls."

To her sister Ellen: "I have not strength to send messages to yours.

I should have liked my death to be like Samson's, doing more for God's glory than by my life; but He wills it otherwise."

Ellen, "St. Paul said 'The will of the Lord be done,' and 'let Christ be magnified, whether by my life or by my death.'"

I think it was then my beloved sister whispered :

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"Let my own text, 'the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin" be on my tomb;

_all the verse, if there is room."

I must mention the skilful and tender care of the nurse, Sarah Carveley (from the Derby Institute).

A year before, when in perfect health, Frances had playfully said, " You must come and nurse me."

The constant sickness was very distressing, and nothing alleviated the agonizing pain; but my sister's patient endurance was most lovely, trying to comfort ws, and thanking us so sweetly for all we did.

Another time she said:

'"' Marie dear, God is dealing differently with me in this illness; I don't know what He means by it; no new thoughts for books or poems come now."

Then, " Will you ask the Lord Jesus it may not be long before He speaks to me Himself some little love token.'

I knelt and asked that He would speak "peace" toher, even as He did to His disciples. fF, "T have peace, but it's Hzmself I am longing for."

M. "The little boats on the stormy sea had not to row back to Jesus; He drew nigh to them, and said, 'It is I, be not afraid.' "

Saturday afternoon she was very ill and feverish, saying, "I know now what it means, 'my tongue

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' cleaveth to my gums."

When fanning her she said, " Marie, you have made this last year of my life the brightest."

M. "Do you at all regret coming here ?" fF, "T should think not ; the pleasantest time I ever had, delicious /"

Whit Sunday she felt better and was able to talk a little to her brother and. sisters, saying:

"How good and kind to come!

Frank, do you remember when we knelt together at dear papa's dying bed, what you said to me?

It so comforted me.

Ever since I trusted Jesus altogether, I have been so happy.

I cannot tell how lovely, how precious, He is to me."

Her doctors were most watchful, and Frances expressed her confidence in them and declined further advice.

She asked them, " What is the element of danger ?"

"You are seriously ill, and the inflammation is increasing."

F, "I thought so, but if I am going it is too good to be true!"

In the early dawn of Whit Monday Frances said to me: "'Spite of the breakers, Marie, I am so happy ; God's promises are so true.

Not a fear."

About 8 a.m. we thought she was departing, and asked for her brother.

He knelt by her, inquiring if he should pray.

"Yes; let it be a

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sacramental service."

She softly but emphatically joined in the words, "Therefore with angels," etc.

Reverently, she asked her brother to say the (administration) words " once for all."

After some peaceful rest, she whispered : " Frank dear, it is not the performance of the rite, 70 safety it that; but it is obedience to His command and as a remembrance of His dying love"; to which he assented.

When one of her doctors was leaving he said, " Good-bye, I shall not see you again."

F, "Then do you really think I am going ?"

Dp Ves."

F, " To-day 2?"

Dr. " Probably."

F. "Beautiful, too good to be true Soon after she looked up smiling.

"Splendid 1" to be so near the gates of heaven!"

(Again and again we heard this, and "So beautiful to go!" through the last hours.) To Frank : " Will you sing 'Jerusalem, my happy home, to papa's tune ' St. Chrysostom,'* and play it on my harp-piano.

Sing from the copy that has 'Jesus my Saviour dwells therein, In glorious majesty ; And Him through every stormy scene I onward press to see !'

* No. 53) '* Havergal's Psalmody."

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Oh, it is the Lord Jesus that is so dear to me, I can't tell how precious! how much He has been to me!"

Afterwards she asked for " How sweet the name of Jesus sounds," to the same tune.

The Vicar of Swansea came for a few minutes.

He said: "You have talked and written a great deal about the King; and you will soon see Him in His beauty.

Is Jesus with you now?"

F. "Of course!

It's splendid!

I thought He would have left me here a long while ; but He is so good to take me now.

Give my love to dear Mrs.

Morgan, and tell all the Association (Y. W. C. A.) that what she and I have told them is all right, God's promises are all true, and the Lord

Jesus is a good big foundation to rest upon.

Ask Mr. A to speak plainly about Jesus.

I want all young clergymen to be faithful ambassadors, and win souls.

Tell Mr.W I can never thank him enough for his help.

Oh, I want all of you to speak bright, BRIGHT, words about Jesus, oh, do, do/ It is all perfect peace, I am only waiting for Jesus to take me in."

Soon after her friend Mrs. Morgan came, and Frances whispered : "There is no bottom to God's mercy and love ; all His promises are true, not ore thing hath failed."

In the afternoon, she asked us if it was wrong xX

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to groan when in such pain.

We told her how. very, very patient she had been; that even her doctors had noticed it, and her calmness. fF, "Oh, Iam so glad you tell me this.

I did want to glorify Him, every step of the way, and especially in this suffering.

I hope none of you will have five minutes of this pain."

Her brother sang "Christ forme"; and Ellen repeated "On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand"; adding "I want to rejoice more for you, dear

Frances ; you are on the Rock, and we want no other," fF "Jt is the one God has laid for us."

Many times she whispered :

"Come, Lord Jesus, come and fetch mes, oh, run;.run;".

Then, "De you think I shall be disappointed ?"

"No, dearest, we are quite sure you are going to Him now."

F., smiling, "I think Jesus will be glad."

On Tuesday, June 3rd, Whit Tuesday, at dawn the change came.

One of her sisters repeated, "When thou passest through the waters I will be with thee."

F. "He must keep His word."

Isaiah xli. 10 was repeated zucorrectly; she

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3°7 whispered it correctly for us.

After a short doze, she exclaimed : 'I am lost in amazement!

There hath not failed one word of all His gaod promise !"

She just spoke of Miss Leigh's work in Paris, and her friend Margaret C. there, adding " Strange

I think of it now."

Whispering the names of many dear ones, she added "I love them all." Then, as it were with her last look on them from the opening golden gates, she said yearningly "I want a// to come to me in heaven ; oh, don't, don't disappoint me, tell them

'Trust Jesus,' "

Ellen repeated : (altering the word " canst ") "Jesus, I will trust Thee, Trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou hast made me whole :

There is none in heaven, Or on earth, like Thee; Thou hast died for sinners, Therefore Lord for me."

Clearly, though faintly, she sang the whole verse, to her own tune " Hermas."

Then came a terrible rush of convulsive sickness.

It ceased; the nurse gently assisting her, she nestled down in the pillows, folded her hands on

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her breast, saying, "There, now it is all over!

Blessed rest!"

And now she looked up steadfastly as if she saw the Lord ; and, surely, nothing less heavenly could have reflected such a glorious radiance upon her face. For ten minutes, we watched that almost visible meeting with her King, and her countenance was so glad, as if she were already talking to Him.

Then she tried to sing; but after one sweet high note, "HE » her voice failed ; and, as her brother commended her soul into her

Redeemer's hand, she passed away.

Our precious sister was gone,—satisfied,—glorified,—within the palace of her King! oes He

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tehrat oe The one grand step, beyond the stars of God, Into the splendour, shadowless and broad,

Into the everlasting joy and light.

The zenith of the earthly life was come.

What then?

Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard !

Wait till thou too hast fought the noble strife, And won, through Jesus Christ, the crown of life !

Then shalt thou know the glory of the word, Then as the stars for ever, ever shine, Beneath the King's own smile, perpetual zenith thine!"

THE Tomn, ASTLEY CHURCHYARD,

1879.

(FROM A DRAWING BY THE BARONESS H&LGA VON CRAMM,)

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On Monday, June gth, at 6 am., the villagers and others assembled on the lawn while her flower-crowned coffin passed out.

The Rev. S. C.

Morgan, Vicar of Swansea, addressed them after we had left for Worcestershire.

Many relatives and friends joined us at Stourport, following our beloved sister to her father's tomb in Astley churchyard.

A golden s¢ar, of Banksia roses, a poet's wreath of laurel and bay, and many white crowns, were laid upon her.

There, within sight of her birth-room in the rectory, and under the branches of the fir-tree her father planted, (and, away beyond, the hills and valleys of her childhood's haunts encircling us,) we laid our dear sister in sure and certain hope of her

" resurrection to eternal life."

The following is the inscription, on the north side of our dear father's tomb, in Astley churchyard:

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL,

YouNGEST DAUGHTER OF THE

Rev. W. TH. HAVERGAL,

AND JANE HIS WIFE.

Born at Astley Rectory, 14th December, 1836.

Died at Caswell Bay, Swansea, 3rd June, 1879.

Aged 42.

By her writings in prose and verse, she, '' being dead yet speaketh."

"6 The blood of Fesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.™ 1 JOHN i. 7.

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There had been heavy storms all day, even as she had passed through many (and our own stormgrief had been bitter and desolating).

But the sunshine came, just as the service was ending, and the birds suddenly sang sweetly all around.

Very hushing was the thought that our dear sister's life had been the prelude of the everlasting song ; and that she was then looking upon the face of her King, and praising Him "evermore, and evermore."

"Worthy of all adoration Is the Lamb that once was slain,"

Cry, in raptured exultation, His redeemed from every nation ; Angel myriads join the strain ; Sounding from their sinless strings Glory to the King of kings; Harping, with their harps of gold, Praise which never can be told.

Hallelujahs full and swelling Rise around His throne of might.

All our highest laud excelling, Holy and Immortal, dwelling In the unapproacheéd light, He is worthy to receive All that heaven and earth can give.

Blessing, honour, glory, might, All are His by glorious right.

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oie Se — As the sound of many waters Let the full Amen arise!

HALLELUJAH!

Ceasing never, Sounding through the great For Ever, Linking all its harmonies ; Through eternities of bliss, Lord, our rapture shall be this ; And our endless life shall be One AMEN of praise to THEE!

(F. R. H.)

"Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and hath made us kings and priests unto God and His Father; to HIM be glory and dominion, for ever and ever.

Amen"

JESUS, I WILL TRUST THEE,

"T will trust in Thee."—Ps. lv. 23.

Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul ; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole :

There is none in heaven or on earth like Thee:

Thou hast died for sinners—therefore, Lord, for me, Jesus, I may trust Thee, name of matchless worth,

Spoken by the angel at Thy wondrous birth ; Written, and for ever, on Thy cross of shame,

Sinners read and worship, trusting in that name.

Jesus, I must trust Thee, pondering Thy ways, Full of love and mercy, all Thy earthly days:

Sinners gathered round Thee, lepers sought Thy face ; None too vile or loathsome for a Saviour's grace.

Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written word, Though Thy voice of pity I have never heard.

When Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweet— Only may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet.

Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt:

"' Whosoever cometh, Thou wilt not cast out."

Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood— These my soul's salvation, Thou my Saviour God!

Mary JANE WALKER, 1864,

Tune, Wermas ; No. 105, in " Havergal's Psalmody."

Je - sus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; ees Se SS ae == eS a a Ss a | ao Gee Se = — | Guilt - y, lost and help less, Thou ae Sis me _ whole, = = = ae =| ss aacme =e - [| fe | Se See ae ao There is none in hea ven or on earthlike Thee: a ee xd | | cas =a = === = # = al Gal gil Ss ea BO) Remy ee! ea eee a ee SS ae aS =—|=2 at =| ; = iat Thou hast died for sin + ners; therefore, Lord, for me,

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THE DREAM CATHEDRAL.

[The outline of this early composition (1857) was a real dream.) I sToop in the nave of a strangely magnificent cathedral.

Sucha cathedral it was as seemed to be the very embodiment of the highest ideal of beauty and grandeur.

Around me were fluted columns of snowy marble, enriched with carvings of foliage, such as the artist might have seen in a vision of Eden, meeting above in pointed arches, whose upward curve seemed to beckon heavenwards and to speak of celestial aspirings; the floor was marble too, and as unsullied in its whiteness as the dewy petal of a lily, ere the dusty breath of day has passed upon it, and telling me of purity and innocence; then the vaulted roof, the union of those arching columns, with its dim twilight of undefined yet beautiful interlacings, spoke of holy mysteries,

There were long shadowy aisles stretching far away, and their whispering echoes suggested sacred solitude and retirement.

There were marble steps leading up to a screen of such cunning work that the very stone seemed to breathe forth beauty, and, if possible, to shadow forth the loveliness of religion, And beyond this were glimpses of such a choir, so wonderful in its transcendent beauty, as seemed scarcely fitted for mortal worshippers to kneel within.

All this was seen, as it were, through the veil of a softened, shadowy radiance, poured through windows whose Gothic tracery enclosed, not stained glass, but a mosaic of the most gorgeous gems, casting the glow of their rich deep colouring on portions of the fair whiteness of pillar and arch and pavement, bathing all in a light, splendid even in the solemnity of its dimness.

Scarcely had admiration and wonder time to unfold, when the

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tones of cathedral music swelled through the marvellous temple.

Soft and sweet as a symphony of angel harps, the sound seemed to enwreathe itself around the marble shafts, and to melt into the dark vaultings of the lofty roof, as though there were some strange affinity between them ; and then, at every pause, it hovered away far down the lessening aisles, till the whole building was like one great living instrument.

Then voices came floating down that glorious nave: sweet and melodious, shall I call them? words do not express what those voices were ; and the anthem which they chanted was such as Handel might dream, perhaps, but never wrote.

Do you not know what it is to see something very beautiful, and yet feel unsatisfied? to hear the sweetest sounds, and yet feel they might be sweeter? to enjoy the greatest apparent delight, and yet feel that it is not the perfection of happiness?

I cannot think that the human spirit is ever positively and absolutely satisfied ; it is too great, too vast, (though we scarcely know it,) to be filled with anything on earth; its real ideal is never found; it is ever striving and yearning after something greater, higher, lovelier ; and its Maker is its only satisfaction.

But I was satisfied.

It was the perfection of beauty, the perfection of enjoyment ; my longings realized, and more still.

All this seemed to carry my heart upwards, I felt filled with joyful devotion, and adoration was the keynote of the silent anthem of my spirit.

Then the thought came across me: '"Can it be that such a temple is unfavourable to true devotion? can it be that a spirit could remain earthbound here, and not soar far, far upwards, in the holiest, happiest, adoration ?"

Suddenly I heard a voice, clear, calm, and very grave, though I saw not the speaker.

It spoke to me:

'* Your Saviour zs here, you have long sought Him, He is about to manifest Himself to you.

See! He is standing there in His own glorious Person!"

In an instant all else had lost its interest.

Oh! it was so strange, that sudden revulsion of feeling.

Fancied devotion gave way to the reality of the intensest earnestness ; the temple in all its fascinating grandeur was nothing, absolutely nothing; His Presence there was the only thing I longed for.

I gazed intently where the voice indicated ; I'saw One standing alone, and knew and /e/¢ that it was

Himself, But the many-lined shadow of one of the gem-filled

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windows fell upon His Form, and I could not discern its outline, much less His countenance.

" Listen !" said the voice again; '' He is speaking to you.

Are not His words sweet and gracious!"

But a fresh burst of music pealed from the organ, the voices of the invisible choristers rose higher and louder, and the tide of melody carried away the sound of that heavenly Voice, whose words would have been more than life to me.

Oh, how each note grated upon me! how I hated the music, which drowned the gentle tones of that Voice !

I determined to approach, and at least be gladdened by His look, though His words might not reach my ear.

I hastened on, but the mazble steps grew in height under my feet, and I could not ascend them as quickly as I thought to do, each one seemed a mountain.

But He was turning to look on me, and something seemed to tell me certainly that He was going to rejoice me with one of His own sweet smiles, another instant, and His eye would have met mine, when one of the fluted pillars suddenly rose in front of me, the blessed moment was gone, and He passed away down one of the dim shadowy aisles.

In desperation I rushed on, as if every hope, every desire, of a lifetime were concentrated in that one passing instant ; I gained the entrance of the aisle, when the exquisite screen, which a moment before had so charmed me, stretched itself in defiance across it, barring the only way by which I could reach the departing Saviour.

He was gone! and all seemed changed to darkness and discord.

In the very agonies of regret and despair I sank on the pavement, and awoke!

The moral, so to speak, of this dream will be apparent to every one.

What is earthly beauty to a soul longing for its Saviour, and thirsting for His grace? What are externals compared to internals ?

But I would not be misunderstood, there is no reason why the other extreme should be advocated.

I am, and always have been, a warm admirer of those time-honoured ornaments of our land, the crown jewels, as it were, of our outward and visible Church, our English cathedrals.

He who giveth us a// things richly to enjoy must have awakened, or rather created, those thoughts of beauty which expressed themselves in these glorious temples, notwithstanding the tainted atmosphere of superstition which then darkened our land

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and if their original purpose, the setting forth of Jehovah's praise and glory, is sometimes far from being attained, the fault is not inthetemples, but in any who do not within them worship God in spirit and truth.

It 1s not the grace and grandeur of their architecture which frustrate their noble object, but the earthliness of men's hearts, which rises not above pillar and roof and spire, but lies like the cold pavement itself, resting in things seen and temporal.

If it be true that ''unto the pure all things are pure," just as true is it that, to the unrenewed mind and unwatchful heart, the holiest things may and do become snares and stumbling blocks ; satisfied with the beauty of earthly sanctuaries, and the solemnity of mere earthly forms, they yearn not for the '' beauty of the Lord our God," who '*dwelleth not in temples made with hands."

But the soul of one who knows Him who is ''altogether lovely," and longs for the day when he shall ''see the King in His beauty," while rejoicing in, and loving, our old cathedrals in their ancient hoariness, will yet esteem them as nothing in comparison with the higher things on which his heart is set.

And it will probably be found that, after all, he who thus gives such things their right and subordinate place has the purest enjoyment in, and the truest appreciation of, those ancient fanes which have stood for centuries, the silent witnesses of the beauty of religion.

May each one who reads this dream find, and know, and rejoice in that Saviour, whose whisper of pardoning love is sweeter than earth's sweetest music, whose smile of acceptance is lovelier than earth's loveliest scene!

May he himself become a " temple of the Holy Ghost," bright with the beauty of holiness, and shining in the light of the countenance of our God !

F. R. H.

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CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS.

WHEN our young friends use their taste, and skill, in what seems, on the surface of things, a sacred work,—the beautifying of God's sanctuary for a holy festival, do they ever consider that, whatever the theoretical aim may be, the practical result is, necessarily and distinctly, temptation?

Temptation, moreover, in exact proportion to the taste and skill displayed!

The experience of every honest conscience shows that when we, who naturally love all that is beautiful, enter a church beautifully decorated, the temptation to wandering eyes and thoughts is just in proportion to the exquisiteness and elaborateness of the decorations.

We have come to seek Jesus, to find the Shepherd '' by the footsteps of the flock" ; we want to commune with Him, and we want Him to speak to our hearts ; we want to be freshly and specially ''looking unto Jesus " in all the meaning of that word, looking away from all else, looking unto Him, Andat once our eye is caught by an elegant festoon, and a singularly effective twining of a pillar or picking out of a moulding, and a most charming device on the reading desk, and a novel arrangement of the panels of the pulpit.

It is all lovely, much prettier than last year, the general effect is so good, and so on.

And suddenly we remember what we came for, and we make a great effort to turn away our eyes and fix them on '' Jesus only" ; but somehow the electric chain has been severed, the other things have entered in; and when we again look up, to meet the smile of the '* Prince of Peace," we find there has been " something between"; our eyes have involuntarily turned away from the '' King in His beauty" to the passing prettiness of garland and wreath.

What have we not lost?

But simple texts of Scripture I see no objection to.

The dilemma for the decorators is, do they wish their work to be looked at and admired, or do they not?

If not, why put it where it must attract the eye?

But if they do, let them remember that the mind cannot be equally occupied with two things at the same time ; and that the moments spent in admiring gaze on their graceful work cannot be spent in adoring gaze on the Lord of Christmas, the Altogether Lovely One.

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But there is something to be said for ''Christmas decorations," where they will lead to no wandering thoughts in worship.

If our bright young decorators could but see the gleam, on suffering or aged faces, when ''a bit of Christmas" reaches the lonely lives in a hospital or workhouse ward ; if they would but listen to the echo from the Mount of Olives, '' Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me"; surely they would gladly try to use their taste and energies for them, instead of the mere delectation, or even spiritual hindrance, of a fashionable congregation.

It would be so easy; just a little bouquet of evergreens, for each poor bedside ; just a little festoonery, for the bare walls; just a Christmas motto or two; they cannot tell, till they have seen for themselves, what an amount of pleasure they would give to those who have so little to cheer them !

Will not some of our young friends do this little service for the Master's sake this next Christmas, each in his or her own locality ?

For London, they might communicate with the Hon. Secretary of the Flower Mission, 3, Clyde Street, S.W., or with the Secretary of the Mildmay Flower Mission, Deaconess House, Mildmay Park,

N. ; or the work might be done in the country workhouses and infirmaries, for, as a rule, far less is done to brighten them than the larger ones.

Where there is a will there is a way, and, as an old poet says, "love will find out the way."

May the love of Christ constrain many, even in this, not to please themselves, but Him who came to seek and to save that which was lost.

F, R. H. (1875.)

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"CHRISTIAN PROGRESS" SCRIPTURE READ-

ING AND PRAYER UNION.

UNITED BIBLE

READING.

'""WELL, Miss, as long as I was reading regular, I thought I might as well read what the others were reading," said a young man-servant, as his reason for joining the '' Christian

Progress Union."

** As well!"

Yes, and much better.

To begin with, we ought, every one of us, to be ''reading regular."

There is no doubt about that.

How is any soul to ''grow" on one meal a day, or on uncertain and occasional draughts of the '' sincere milk of the word'?

Regularly, not only as to constancy, but as fo system.

How much time is wasted in indecision, and wondering what to read next!

How many are familiar only with their favourite parts of God's word, neglecting others almost entirely ; thus overlooking many a royal commandment, and losing much of the royal bounty, and gaining no wide and balanced views, of the great field of His truth!

How can we be "'throughly furnished unto a// good works," if we do not use God's means thereto, '' a// Scripture" ?

And if we are, as every Christian ought to be, reading doh parts of His word regularly every day, why not ''read what others are reading"?

Why should you read Galatians while others are reading Ephesians ; Ephesians while they are in Philippians?

Why not '"'keep rank" with all one's Christian friends, and thousands of fellow members, praying for the same light, the same teaching, day by day, for them and for ourselves?

Why not lie down together in the green pastures, instead of scattering all about ?

There are several arrangements for united reading, and membership of any will be more or less profitable.

But some features of the '' Christian Progress Scripture Reading and Prayer Union" seem to me to render it not only profitable, in a special degree, for ourselves, but peculiarly valuable, as an adjunct to our work among - others.

Our members read one chapter every day in the Old Testament, going straight through ; and a short evening reading in the New

Testament, in consecutive portions, averaging about fifteen verses, Y

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Personally, I believe each will find it a real help, and zof a fetter or limit, to have these assigned portions.

There is, or should be, plenty of time for any further Bible study, which may attract us.

But this is a reminder to the young or unestablished Christian.

It is a guard against desultoriness.

It is a counteractive to one-sidedness, and a gentle guide inte ''the whole counsel of God."

It forms a pleasant bond alike for the near and the distant.

It isa connecting link for scattered families and severed friends.

It is also an immense help to profitable intercourse.

The mere fact of knowing that those around have certainly been reading the same chapters opens the way for questions or remarks, or mention of striking verses, which might not otherwise have been ventured on, and thus raises the tone of our household conversation.

How few of us realize that we have to give account for our empty table-talk !

Constantly, too, it will give easier opportunity for improvement of even a passing greeting, or enrichment of a quickly written note with a living gem of truth.

I would plead for the servants to be '' partakers of the benefit."

With a little kindly explanation, they are almost invariably pleased to join, and the practical benefit is perhaps even greater in the servants' hall than in the drawing-room.

Children, too, if old enough to read for themselves, are important accessions.

''It is so nice for our little boy and girl to join with us," said a Christian mother; "it may be the means of making them steady Bible-readers for life!'"

I am convinced that it would be a great blessing in schools.

Many have already joined.

In one young ladies' school about sixty of the pupils are members.

Most especially would I commend it to Christian workers.

Those who have a settled charge will find that no amount of general exhortations, to read the Bible, will be so effectual as '* Come, join with me!"

This is immediate and definite, and will bring persons to a point.

One lady, after joining -herself, obtained some fifty members in about a week, from her two Bible-classes.

Just try it !

Join yourself, first; and then see if it is not a new power and blessing among those for whose souls you are labouring.

Do not train them into bad ways by getting them to read only oncea day.

If you do that, you encourage the comfortable idea that they have done their duty very sufficiently by a chapter at night, while the whole

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day has been Scriptureless.

Aim higher at once, and you will strike higher.

There is no power in half measures.

It is one of the great benefits of this Union, that it is lifting such numbers out of their easy-going, once-a-day, reading, into a more excellent way.

I believe it will be found to be a most valuable parochial agent, and that members of any congregation will be strengthening the hands of their ministers, by bringing it before them in this light.

Very much might be said on this aspect of the Union, which it would be stepping out of my province to enlarge upon, Perhaps no item of parochial machinery would be so fraught with real spiritual blessing as this noiselessly powerful one, wherever heartily and thoroughly introduced.

For those who have temporary opportunities of special work with souls, this Union is simply invaluable.

It is just what we want to consolidate our work.

It is our best legacy when leaving those to whom we have been privileged to be God's messengers of blessing.

It is putting them on the rails ; putting them in the way of further blessing ; making the surest provision for their nourishment; giving them something which will be definite and perpetual help in the new path.

It will be a delightful link, and a reminder to mutual prayer.

It will help them to help each other, and give them something to do in trying to get others to join. Work for our young converts is often a difficulty, but this will give immediate opportunity both for confession of Christ and direct usefulness, and often lead to more,

Now, who will joinus? Youmay do so by sending your full name and address (stating whether Rev., Mr., Esq., Mrs., or Miss, and inclosing a penny stamp) to the Rey. Ernest Boys, Bengeo, Hertford.

You will receive in return a card of membership, a copy of the Christian Progress Magazine, and other papers containing full information respecting it.

If you are not guzte sure whether you would like it, send for the papers only, and try it for a month.

There need be no hesitation about joining, on the idea of its being a sort of irrevocable promise.

You can cease to be a member any day, by returning your card of membership.

Tf you forget a reading, you have not broken a vow, but missed a privilege.

Those who cannot read for themselves can have the portions read to them; one of our heartiest members is 'na scholar," but his little daughter reads to him,

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If you shrink a little from laying aside some favourite plan, or want of plan, of your own, will you not remember that ''none of us liveth to himself"?

If you join for the sake of being in a better position to lead and lift others into the benefits of regular reading, you surely will not feel it any sacrifice!

Rather you will find, as many of us thankfully acknowledge, that it is a decided personal benefit to ourselves.

" Christian Progress," the Organ of the Union, is well described as a '*Magazine of help and encouragement in Christian life, testimony, and work."

''Its aim," says the Editor, ''is to encourage believers in the Lord Jesus Christ in their daily walk amidst the realities of life."

Members can send questions relating to practical Christian life and work, or to the interpretation of Holy

Scriptures ; also special requests for prayer, which are inserted monthly.

The Magazine contains tables of the readings and special notices to members.

In conclusion, let me say to every one of my friends, known and. unknown, '* Come ¢#ow with us, and we will do thee good !"' i, EL

ADDRESS TO YOUNG WOMEN'S CHRISTIAN

ASSOCIATION, AT PLYMOUTH, September 1878.

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Every year, I might almost say every day that I live, I seem to see more clearly how all the rest and gladness and power of our

Christian life hinges on one thing ; and that is, —taking God at His word, believing that He really means exactly what He says, and accepting the very words in which He reveals His goodness and grace, without substituting others or altering the precise moods and tenses which He has seen fit to use.

Now scarcely any word is so often altered by His dear children, (let alone outsiders,) as the word

"all."

Satan can't bear it.

He always meets it with a 'Yea, hath God said al/?"

It is surprising what a number of substi-

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tutionary words he has ready to suggest—''some," 'a few,"

'"certain things," and perhaps his favourite is ''all—except."

Now to whom shall we listen to-day, as we think over a few of the passages where God says '' All things"?

Will you listen to His word, or will you accept the devil's " all—except" ? This is what

I want this afternoon,—that we should every one of us simply take God's words about "all things,' and my prayer is that the Holy

Spirit may apply at least some owe of the passages to every heart, and let it ring on a powerful chime of encouragement or comfort as may be needed, through many days to come.

I don't think it very much matters what I say about the texts, they themselves are the message.

In seeking out what God has said about ''all things," the texts found seem to group themselves into four sets,

I. All things are of God.

II. All things are by Jesus Christ.

III. All things are for your sakes.

IV. All things are yours.

I. " All things are of God." (2 Cor. v. 18.) Here we seem to have a grand foundation laid in the past, and a most beautiful and perfect daily building upon it in the present.

1. Look back for a moment at the foundation, it is very strengthening to do so.

LRecollect how the great plan of our salvation, yours and mine, was ''of God."

The great promise of eternal life was 'fof God," given by Him before the world began, when we were not there to receive it, and therefore given to Jesus to hold for us.

Search out, (from memory, or with concordance,) what God did for us before the foundation of the world, how He chose us in Christ, wrote our names in the Lamb's book of life, provided our redemption, and prepared the kingdom for us—think of all this being '' of God," and seal it with the words ''I know that whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor anything taken from it" (Eccles, iii. 14).

What He hath done cannot be reversed, what is of Him cannot come to naught.

Now just let us take the strong consolation of this.

For this is the foundation, of Christ's promise, '' My sheep shall never perish,"

—for 'salvation is of the Lord" (Jonah ii. 9).

2. But many of us have learnt the blessedness of seeing that all

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this is 'Sof God," who do not quite take the comfort of the daily building upon it.

Now here comes in the splendid fact of the literality of ''all things," with no added "'except."

For see Rom. xi. 36, John xvii.

7, 1 Chron. xxix. 14.

Just look atit!

Positively ''all things !"

All that surrounds our lives and position, all that affects our work, our health, all that moulds our characters, a// that is, and all that comes to His children, is ''of God" and cometh ''of God" to us.

Of course the objection arises,—But what of things which really don't seem to be ''of God" at all?

Some one has beautifully said that though a wrong or injurious word or action may not be

God's will for the person who says or does it, by the time it reaches me it is God's will for me, and is ''of God" to me.

Take as instances 1 Kings xii. ; it seemed a sad and distressing thing that Rehoboam should so act as to divide the kingdom, but God says

"this thing is from Me."

He had His own purposes to fulfil by it.

Then Gen. xlv..8, andl. 20, Don't you think it would have been terribly hard for you, if you had been Joseph's sister, to believe beforehand that his being sold was ''of God"?

Yet, when God has once for all told us that ''all things are of Him," why should we not believe at once, instead of feeling all the misery of first doubting and then being ever so sorry that we did doubt, when after a while we see that it was of God!

Now to be practical : just use this thought.

'The very next time something turns up which seems all wrong and disappointing, say ''all things are of God," therefore this thing is ''of God."

Of Whom?

God, the Father, —of whom are all things (1 Cor. viii. 6).

Some of us know the force of that word by possession, and some by loss.

The Father that pitieth, knoweth, careth for you, loveth you—the God whom Jesus called ''My Father and your Father!"

He knows the sorrows, the way that you take, the works (for He hath prepared them for us, and has wrought them in us); He knows all things, and all these things are ''of Him."

Now if there were no more, is it not enough that ''all things are of God!"

Il. But Zow are all things of God?

We can't grasp a mere passive being, we crave a personal agent.

Tere it is.

"One Lord Jesus Christ, dy whom are all things" (1 Cor. viii. 6, Heb. ii.

10). The Father has appointed and exalted Him to this.

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you ever think of the immense comfort it is to know that God has given Him to be(1) Head over all things to His church, that it is to you and me,—the things that we can't manage, can't bring about, can't control,—the persons or circumstances, which seem altogether beyond our reach to bend, Jesus is over them all, g'vez to us to be not only ouv Head, but Head over all things!

What rest it is to know this! Then all things are put under His (2) fze¢.

No matter that we see not yet '' Thou ast put," the two can't be separated :

Satan is under His feet with a bruised head ; the world is under His feet (wonderful footstool that !) ; and we, if in Christ, joined to Him, must have all these things under our feet too.

Then God has givenall things into His (3) Zazd (Johniii. 35).

Jesus knows it, He knew it even before He went forth to the great conflict (John xiii.

3).

All His sazwés are in Thy hand (Deut. xxxiii. 3), our works (Eccles. ix. 1), and our dimes (Ps. xxxi. 15).

Now with our Lord Jesus Christ given to be Head over all things, having all things put under His feet, and all things given into His hand, what in the world have we to fear!

Somebody met this the other day with '' nothing, except myself!"

And God meets this ''except" with another ''all things."

He tells us of the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, being able to subdue a// things unto Himself.

Then He must be able to subdue myself unto Himself.

'' But I don't find that He has done so!"

And why not?

'Because of your unbelief."

As God has appointed faith as the means and the measure of our reception of His promises, is it any wonder that, when we don't, and won't, and don't even want to, believe a given promise, we don't find it fulfilled?

Of course not!

Here we have come toa most practical and closely touching test of taking God at His word.

I put it to you, dear friends, solemnly.

God says Jesus is able to subdue al/ things unto Himself.

At this moment the devil is whispering at the hearts of some of you,—" Yes, hath God said ai things? it only means able to subdue all things exceft."

And some of you are adding to the word, and saying,—Yes, except my will, or except my wandering thoughts, or except my sinful nature, or except my forgetfulness, or something!

Face it!

Which is it to be?

God.says ''all things."

Satan says ''all things except."

Believing God's bare word, no matter how unlikely it seems, you

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shall find strength, freedom, yes, such a blessing as only He can give.

Believing Satan, you shall just go on without all this, you shall go on doubting His power, and calling your doubt humility ; and more than this, you shall go on sinning against God, the great monster sin of unbelief.

It is no light thing to come face to face with any one of God's promises, and to turn away from it with a 'devil-breathed '' Except."

Shall I go on now to think of what Jesus actually is doing?

The great covenant is ordered in all things by God, but the agent of that covenant is Jesus Christ.

As He has already fulfilled its conditions, so He is now carrying out its provisions.

God is supplying all our need by Jesus Christ, just as much as He created all things by Him.

And as Jesus is now upholding all by the word of His power, so He is upholding us from moment to moment.

Must be! for unless we were annihilated we must be among the 'fall things."

But still He loves to be inquired of, and so we pray (Ps. cxix.

116) ''Uphold me according to Thy word," and 'hold Thou me up," and how do you sometimes finish it up?

'Hold Thou me up, and I know I shall fall to-day, notwithstanding!"

Have you not had ¢hat ending pretty often in your hearts?

Only you did not put it in so many words.

Now trust that glorious Arm, trust that mighty Hand, that frerced Hand, and say, looking up to Jesus, ''and I shall be safe!"

Leaning on that Arm, letting ourselves rest in the hollow of that Hand, we shall be at leisure, so to speak, to look around, and watch the goings of our King, and to see the wonderful things He is doing in the world, in His church, in our lives, and I am not afraid to add, even in our hearts.

Then, inevitably, we shall burst out into praise, and say ''He hath done all things well" (Mark vii. 37), while we wonder every one at all things which Jesus does (Luke

1x43) This leads us to what seems to me the central thought and greatest passage of all, Col. i. 16-18.

Here we see God's great object in doing all things by Jesus Christ, " that in all things He might have the preeminence."

Now it is very easy to concede this as a grand general truth, and to see how it applies to creation, providence, and redemption, But remember that ''all things " includes every little detail of our lives and service.

Has Jesus Christ really

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and truly the preeminence in all things here?

The word implies coming first and being first.

Does He really come first in our plans?

I don't mean ultimately and nominally ; but, oh, you know the difference ! is Jesus just really the first thought, the first consideration?

Especially in routine work, things that come round every week, has He this vea/ coming first?

In our homes has He the preeminence? are they really ordered not merely as if Jesus were the chief guest, but ordered so because He 7s the chief and always abiding Guest? Has He the preeminence always?

Has He now, at this very moment?

Is Jesus, our own dear Lord, really preeminent ? Did you come to meet Him?

Are you looking for fis message only?

That in all things He! Himself!

Who else is worthy ?

It is His right.

Once touch on His name, and one has no words.

One wants so very much that He should have it.

He whom we do love, He who so loves us.

Well, Aas He ? Some, thing or some one must have it, must come first.

If He doesn't come first, something else does, and that won't do!

No matter how dear a cause may be, that must not have it.

There is wrong done to our Master if any cause, any denominational interest, any personal feeling, any prejudice, has for even one single five minutes the preeminence in our consideration or motive.

Go deeper still, what if self has the preeminence!

One almost writhes with shame that it should ever be so; yet probably many hearts go with mine in bitter self accusation that it has been so.

Just to think that whenever either self or anything else comes first, Jesus does ot, and we are at that moment in actual, even if unconscious or rather unrecognised, rebellion against God's great purpose that His dear Son should have the preeminence!

Why, it is actually the sin of the fallen angels !' And perhaps we have never seen it to be sin at all!

Now let us bring it to the fountain opened, and now let us entreat Him so entirely to reign over us and in us, that henceforth in a// things He may really have the preeminence !

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'' All things are for your sakes'' (2 Cor. iv. 15). Connect this with Prov. xvi. 4, ''the Lord hath made all things for Himself," and we get a wonderful view of the love of God and unity of interest with Him, Another parallel pair is Rom. viii. 28 with Eph. i. 11.

No wonder that all things work together for good when He workcth all things after the counsel of His will!

For the will is the very

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centre point of conscious being; and as the nature is, so is the will.

Now if God's nature is revealed to be Love, His will must be all love too.

So when we are told that He worketh all things after the counsel of His will, that is the same as saying He worketh according to His love,—'' the great love wherewith He loveth us."

Can love work willingly anything but good to its object ? So, too, if He has made all things for Himself, love is the link which leads to the more wonderful declaration, '' all things are for your sakes."

Look out on creation, —stars by night, all that light reveals by day, —not only that your Father made them all, but all for your sakes.

Look at wonders of natural history, and science, some of us have keen enjoyment in these.

Recollect not only that they are the wonderful works and laws and embodied thoughts of your Father, but all for your sakes.

Look at the strange entangled mazes (as they seem to us, being the wrong side of the tapestry,) of His government of the world, His ways with man in history, His singular present overrulings and developings of things,—all for your sakes.

Look nearer at the surroundings of our own lives, things great and small affecting us, all for your sakes.

Again, are you prepared actually to believe this? Perhaps you can accept the great facts that God made the world and governs the world all for His children's sakes, and yet do not practically believe that the things quite close to you every day, thts day, are all'for your sakes.

You don't like some of these things, yet they are for your sakes.

They are so arranged as to turn out for the very des¢ for you.

We talk of killing two birds with one stone, and think it clever to manage it.

Think of the incomprehensible wisdom which fits all things into your single life so that all shall work together for good, and then that these '' all things" are also and at the same time fitted all round into the lives of all His children with which they come in contact.

'' Ordered in all things."

Do you think you could improve upon this ordering?

Would you like to have a try at it, just for yourself only, and just for one day ?

Ah, would you dare it?

What a terrible mess we should make if He left us to it, or if He entrusted us to order a little bit of the lives of those dear ones about whom we are so trustless !

Well then, if you would not dare to take the reins, why not leave them where they are, in His own hand?

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any one thing at all, when He says His covenant is ordered in a// things and sure, and that all things are for your sakes?

We do specially want to remember here that all things means all things, because when the things present are sorrowful, and faith-testing, and painful, and perplexing, we begin again with that dreadful word

"except."

Are some of us face to face with some of these things now?

What shall we then say to these things?

What have others said?

Take three instances.

Gen. xlii. 36: Jacob said, '' All these things are against me."

Were they? How tremendously he was mistaken!

But he had not the clear promises we have.

Hezekiah (Isa. xxxvili. 16) got a great deal farther.

He said:

'* By these things men live, and in all these things is the life of my spirit."

'' These things" meant for him going down to the gates of the grave, and being well-nigh cut off with pining sickness.

Yet that which was almost death to the body was life to the spirit.

Have not some of us found it so?

I have, and many others.

I won't ask others to take our word about it, but I do ask them to take this inspired word about it, and to trust and not be afraid if such things come to you.

It is worth suffering to prove it.

But St, Paul got farther still (Rom. viii. 37): ''In all these things we are more than conquerors," etc.

What things?

We can't write out quite such a serious list as he did of things which seem to be against us.

He not only makes all things work together for good, but does more: "performeth all things for me." And if we did but open our eyes and zotice, we should see Him at work for us.

Every day is full of miracles when the Holy Spirit really opens our eyes to see God working them, and I often think it is the very little things which most magnify His lovingkindness.

We talk about the telescope of faith, but I think we want even more the microscope of watchful and grateful love.

Apply this to the little bits of our daily lives, in the light of the Spirit, and how wonderfully they come out !

We see these little things in their true greatness, and in the beauty of their fitness as parts of His own perfect plan of our lives, which He is working out for us hour by hour.

Don't wait for to-morrow ; take this day, the morning hours past, the evening ones to come ; and apply this microscope, and see if you don't find you are walking in the midst of miracles of love, and that all things are for your sakes,

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IV. But there is a step beyond even this:

" All things are yours."

Here it seems as if we want increase of faith, not only as to willingness and energy, but as to actual capacity to take it in.

It seems more than we can grasp, we are narrow-necked bottles set under a very Niagara of grace and blessing.

One really can only look at what He says about it, and bow one's head and say, '* what shall.I vender?"

And the only true answer is, ''I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord"

(Ps. cxvi. 13).

What does He say? (Prov. xxviii. 10.) '*The upright shall have good things zz Jossession," not in possibility or even in promise.

Then we find one bearing witness to it and saying 2 Cor. vi. 10; then we have it in parable (Luke xv. 31) ; then explicitly and in detail (2 Pet. i. 3); then we hear of some one who had claimed and received it (I Cor. i, 5); then we find the splendid proof that God means what He says about it (Rom. viii. 32) ; then we have it set forth so positively that there is no room left, it would seem, for any Satanic '' except" (2 Cor. ix. 8); and then it is summed up in these grand words which we are now looking at (1 Cor. ili. 21).

~ Can you take that in?

See what God has given you!

Have you ever really said ''thank you" for it?

Oh give unto God the glory due unto His name, and may He give us '' that due sense of all His mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful."

If He has given us all things, have we any business to live as spiritual paupers ?

Half the reason why we don't praise Him as we ought is because we don't really believe what great things He has given us.

Oh "'consider what great things He hath done for you'? (1 Sam. xii.

24).

Let us ask Him for much more of His Holy Spirit, that we may know the things that are freely given to us of God (1 Cor. ii. 12).

And then, in proportion as we know these things, and most of all, in proportion as we know God's greatest gift, Jesus

Himself, we shall say, '' Yea, doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord"

(Phil. iii. 8).

'* All things are yours."

'' Perhaps so," says Satan, '' but that means only spiritual things, and has nothing to do with these temporal things which are pressing you!"

Is ¢his the special trouble of any here?

Money matters do come awkward sometimes !

Again we are met with an "all things"; ''seck ye first the king-

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dom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you" (Matt. vi, 33).

All these things, food and clothing, etc.

No doubt some of us could bear witness to how really curiously God has fulfilled this, adding to the first sought grace of His kingdom just the thing that we didn't quite see our way to, as to some needed supply of dress, change of air, or other of '' these things."

Why should one ever have an anxious thought in this direction, when He has downright forbidden it on the one hand, ''take no thought," etc., and when He so tenderly says ''your Father knoweth,"' on the other !

Great gifts and privileges are always linked' with duties and precepts, so we will just glance at afew.

Here are our marching orders.

All things are of God; therefore, ''let all your things be done with charity " (1 Cor. xvi. 14); and also, "all things without murmurings," etc. (Phil. ii. 14.)

'* All things are by Jesus Christ ;" therefore, let us seek to ''adorn the doctrine of God our Saviour in all things" (Tit. ii. 10) ; ''in all things showing thyself a pattern of good works"

(ver. 7), All things are for your sakes, and all things are yours ; therefore, let us be '' giving thanks always for all things " (Eph. v. 20).

Thus we shall " grow up into Him in all things, which is the Head, even Christ" (Eph. iv. 15); ''being obedient in all things " (2 Cor. ii. 9).

Then we may tell Him all things (Mark vi. 30), and rest in His omniscience and omnipotence, for " all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of Him with whom we have to do" (Heb. iv. 13), and with Him ''all things are possible " (Matt. xix. 26), My wish for you is that in your hearts and homes, service and rest, God ''in all things" may be glorified through Jesus Christ.

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WORDS ABOUT WORK.*

FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1879.

AMONG the multitude of our thoughts within us, at the solemn passing from the year for ever closed into the veiled and trackless paths of the New Year, our work, past and future, is, most likely, very prominent.

Perhaps the very first thing all the true workers will be telling the patient Master, about their work, is what one of the most

Christ-like workers I ever heard of said to me the other day: "It all wants forgiving."

For conscience responds to the truth of His declaration, '' Neither shall they cover themselves with their own works."

Qne flash of the Spirit's light is enough to show us how true that is, and how really and truly we have been unprofitable servants.

Yes, forgiveness for all our sins comes /i7s¢, failures and successes alike all needing the sprinkled blood.

What does the next flash, or even the same flash, show?

Not a promise merely, but a declaration of one of God's grand facts :

"Thou hast forgiven Thy people from Egypt even until now."

All along, ever since He brought us out of the house of bondage, that we might be His own happy servants, even until now, this very

New Year's day, He fas forgiven; yes, 'Seven until now," this very minute.

And so we start out upon the New Year, forgiven ; our work begins again, '' forgiven."

What about all this forgiven work?

What has become of it?

Where is it?

'' Surely my judgment is with the Lord, and my work with my God."

That is where it is, yours and mine: poor, feeble, failing, forgiveness-needing, passing and past, though it be; not done with, and on the way to being forgotten; not even stored away in the archives of eternity ; safer, more honoured than that, it is with our God, and ''surely" so.

Do not you think that what is with Him is in sufficiently safe keeping?

Is it not enough that the glory of the Lord is thus our reward in our work?

Well may Paul say that '* God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love," when it is all, just where we ourselves are, in the safe keep- * From Word and Work Magazine.

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ing of His own hand.

For ''the righteous, and the wise, and their works, are in the hand of God."

Works past, as well as works present and future, are chere.

Then as to the work before us.

There really is nothing but encouragement in His word for His workers: not a precept without a corresponding promise; not an allusion to difficulties without ten times as many clear corresponding notes of hope and help.

And, of course, what He promises He not only means, but actually does fulfil to His faithful ones.

Let us just think for a few minutes, for our comfort, what He does say.

'* Work; for I am with you, saith the Lord of hosts."

That alone is the grandest, sweetest, richest ' guerdon" here that any loving heart can ask.

'* With you" ; not merely looking down out of the sky at you struggling in your work, but by your very side, closer than the nearest colleague, holding you by the hand, whispering words of strange power for you to use, and words of still stranger power for your own heart only, calming, and strengthening, and gladdening it; so that if you are '' men wondered at " by others, you are a great deal more wondered at by yourself.

You are so *' marvellously helped," that you '' never would have thought it !"

No, of course not; but, you see, His thoughts towards you in your work were much better than yours, and you can say:

** And now I find Thy promise true, Of perfect peace and rest ; I cannot sigh—I can but sing While leaning on Thy breast, And leaving everything to Thee Whose ways are always best."

Some of us know what it is to be miserably afraid of making mistakes in our work.

How graciously He meets this with ''I will direct their work in truth."

If we could see under the surface, surely we should see that no mistakes are made when we are really trusting this word.

Asking without trusting, ze. not ''in faith," or asking asa sort of experiment upon the promise, or taking it for granted ina general way that God is directing us, or going ahead in our particular line without constant uplooking, with the unacknowledged idea that, because we were directed yesterday, things will come all right to-day ;: all this is not the simple, implicit, and

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continual waiting of our eyes upon the Lord our God, which meets the constant guidance of His eye.

But watching daiiy, and trusting simply, this promise will no more fail than any other.

And this, too, is ordained in the hand of a Mediator.

He who appeared to Saul and said, ''It shall be told thee what thou must do," but delegated to none the showing how great things he must suffer, seems to be foreshadowed by Moses, who was not only to bring the causes of the people to God, but to ''show them the work that they must do."

So will our Lord Jesus Christ Himself show us the work that we must do day by day. And when we look onward, perhaps a little wearily, down the long vista of a busy year, and say, '' Neither is this a work of one day or two," He answers, with quick understanding of our thoughts,

"Lo, I am with you all the days."

So, like Asaph and his brethren, we may go on '' ministering before the Ark (i.e@., in the special and immediate presence of our Lord) continually, as every day's work required."

Again, in the interests of the bright side and true side of '' His guerdon here,'' glance at the typical contrast between the labour in the house of bondage, making bricks in full tale without any straw given or provided, and the splendid supply of materials for '' the work of the service of the sanctuary."

'" For the stuff they had was sufficient for all the work to make it, and too much!"

Was not this written for our learning, dear fellow workers?

We may have no '' stuff" at all, to our thinking; we may be saying, '' Have I now any power at all to say anything?"

But just as these costly and fitting materials were brought to Bezaleel and Aholiab 'every morning," so regularly and abundantly shall the ''stuff" be supplied to '* every one whose heart stirred him up to come unto the work to do it."

For it is written, '' My God shall supply all your need, according to His riches in glory by Jesus Christ."

Surely that measure of pledged supply is '* sufficient and toomuch."

And, again, we see the hand of the Mediator, for this magnificent supply is given '' by Christ Jesus," God's great Almoner.

Now for another promise, which certainly does not look like that mistaken linking of ''labour" with ''many a sorrow," and '¢many a tear," of which so many.seem to have a dread.

But God says, '' Mine elect shall long ezjoy the work of their hands."

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fearlessly I appeal to you to bear witness if God is not true to His word!

And TI would challenge the world to produce a band of men and women who '' enjoy" their work as we enjoy ours!

Just let the faces of the workers at any gathering bear unconscious witness whether they enjoy their work, or not.

Look at them as they come away, tired, but happy and thankful!

I don't think the fagged home goers from any ballroom would witness in the same way to real, downright enjoyment of ¢hezr work, '' pleasure" though they choose to call it.

Or compare the faces that leave the Stock Exchange, or a political meeting, or any place where they have been simply doing their own work.

Yes, there are plenty of troubles, and delays, and failures, and headaches, and much weariness, too, I know all about that ; but nevertheless, when His elect are truly doing His work, sowing His seed, and reaping His precious sheaves, they enjoy that work, as He says they sia//,

And _ they shall Jong enjoy it, too; other enjoyments pass away in passing, but this only passes on to eternal fruition of enjoyment.

No wonder if work that abides shall be long enjoyed.

When the Lord says to us, '' Prepare thy work," we have the comfort of recollecting that He has prepared our works for us (Eph, ii. 10, marg.).

Why not take the comfort of this as to any untried work which we may be '' called unto"?

That sphere did not make itself, neither did man form it into just what it is at his own will ; it was God who prepared it for the worker whom He intended for it ; and if there is sufficient evidence that you are called to it, then you may rest assured that He "' prepared" it and '' ordained" it for you.

- Do not let us dwell ov/y on our side of the preparation ; but let us recollect that He who prepares the workers prepares the works too, and prepares them for us to walk in, 7.¢., just to go on step by step; for that is '' walking."

Then, for our own side, let us recollect, "*Thou also hast wrought all our works in us"; or, as the very striking margin has it, ''for us."

So we see that He has wrought in us, and for us, every bit of work we have ever succeeded in doing as yet ; therefore to Him be all the glory!

And, no less evidently, it will be He Himself who will work in us and for us every single bit that we shall yet do ; therefore in Him be all our trust!

And yet (oh, wonderful condescension !), though it is all His own doing from beginning to end, ' your work shall be rewarded."

'* Every é

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man "' (just think ; every one of us poor workers !) 'shall receive his own reward," not a general premium all round.

And this, too, by the hand of our Mediator.

Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance, for ye serve the '' Lord

Christ."

May we, for, and in, and all through, the coming year, be so many individual illustrations of St. Paul's sevenfold desire for his converts as to ''every good work."

May we— . Be '' prepared unto every good work."

'* Be ready to every good work."

Be "'throughly furnished unto all good works."

"* Abound in every good work."

. 'Being fruztful in every good work."

Be stablished '*in every good word and work."

Be made "'Zerfect in every good work,"

SORRY Do DR ks

MOTTOES FOR OPEN AIR MISSION WORKERS.

THE Ofen-Air Mission Magazine introduces the verses written by my dear sister with the following words.

MEMBERS' MOTTOES.

For the past six years the members of the Mission. have had fellowship with each other by a printed motto, selected by the Committee.

Miss Frances Ridley Havergal has woven these texts into verse.

In sending them, with 6000 of her leaflets, for distribution by the Mission, she says: ''I do think yours is such dvave work for Jesus.

May I pass on to you a text I never noticed till this morning?

' My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand'

(Job xxix. 20), taken with 'Christ in you, the hope of glory'

(Col. i, 27), and 'His bow abode in strength' (Gen. xlix. 24), May your glory thus be fresh in you, and your bow renewed in your

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hand."

This gifted Christian sister went to her rest with God on June 3rd, 1879, aged 42.

1874.

"Occupy TILL I Come."

Lwke xix. 13.

**Occupy till I return!"

Let us, Lord, this lesson learn ; May our every moment be Faithfully filled up for Thee.

1875.

'*BeE NOT FAR FROM ME."

Psalm xxii. 11.

'* Be not far from me," we pray ; '*T am with thee all the day ;"

This Thy answer, strong and clear, Master, Thou art a/ways near.

1876.

'HE Is FAITHFUL THAT PROMISED."

He. x. 23.

Thou art faithful!

Praise Thy name, Thou art evermore the same; Thou hast promised!

Oh how blest On Thy royal word to rest.

1877.

'*HE THAT WINNETH SOULS Is WISE."

Prov xi, 30.

"He that winneth souls is wise "

In the Master's gracious eyes ; Well may we contented be To be counted fools for Thee.

" REDEEMING THE TIME."

Col. iv. 5.

- 1878.

So may we redeem the time, That with every evening chime Our rejoicing hearts may see Blood-bought souls brought back to Thee.

"Lay up His Worps IN THINE HEART." od xxii. 22.

1879.

Let us, by Thy Spirit stirred, In our Hearts lay up Thy word.

Daily, Lord, increase our store, Fill our treasures more and more,

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL

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EXCERPTS: ON MUSIC, Etc.

To me the overture to the Lobgesang is a wiston of Christian life, with its own peculiar struggles and sorrows as well as joys.

It is the sixth, seventh, and eighth chapters of the Epistle to the Romans in essence.

The mingling of twilight yearnings, ever pressing onward, with calm and trustful praise, ever pressing wpward, is an almost unbearably true echo of the heart, especially in the 8 Allegretto agitato ; then the Andante religioso is the still, mellow glow of 'light at eventide," to which one looks forward ; then I go just one step farther, and find a fore-echo of the eternal song in the burst of vocal praise, after the long tension of the voiceless overture.

On no form of '' The Beautiful" is '' passing away" so engraver as on music; I have felt this with painful vividness.

In " passing away" lies its very essence, not merely its accidents.

The most exquisite passage, if lingered on, loses its very existence as well as beauty ; the time, the motion, is the life, the actual notes only a dead letter without it; while to 4o/d it is simply an inherent impossibility.

Is not the tendency of the human voice to fall from the true pitch, one of the results of ''¢ke Fall"?

Adam and Eve must have sung in tune, like the birds.

How wonderful it is, that the birds not only sing their own songs in tune, but all the songs always seem in tune with each other, except the cuckoo, when passing from his major third in May to his minor third (or even second) in June !

May not one apply this to the dissonances within, that stun and bewilder and weary us, and believe that if we are indeed God's chosen praise-harps, all that is not as yet zwme is but the tuning, which is wo? in itself beautiful.

Next after prayer, nothing is so healing and calming as pouring out oneself in music.

Not in singing; there, one is limited by words, but playing, it restores the balance marvellously.

Conyentionality would forbid this ''antidote of medicated music" in some sorrows, but in s#ch one can have the outlet of words and the balm of human sympathy; music seems an especial medicine, for all things in which this is not to be had, or could not be sought,

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Gregorians are to me only curious and interesting, like dried plants or fossils, not living and lovely.

Of the chorus " And the glory of the Lord" (Handel's ''Messiah ") I shall never forget the impression of its first bars at the Birmingham Festival, 1867 ; it gave such a sense of clear sunny grandeur, massive open-browed stateliness, and fearless, glorious, overwhelmingness ; a musical expression of one's ideal personification of TRUTH, majestically going forth conquering and to conquer.

Beethoven's 95th Psalm is a grandly jubilant thing, with contrasts of sternness and melancholy.

I believe that everything earthly contains analogies of the heavenly, but that we have not yet the key to al/ the golden ciphers; and it may be that our yet ''unpurgéd vision" is not capable of reading them, beyond a certain point.

This too, all designedly, is the material fitted and planned to reflect the spiritual.

Rubens' sacred paintings impress one with his wonderful ar4, Vandyke's with the reverent love he betrays for the subject itself.

Poetry is a second translation of the soul's feeling; it must be rendered into thought, and thought must change its nebulous robe of semi-wording into definite language, before it reaches another heart.

JZusic is a first translation of feeling, needing no second, but entering the heart direct.

Music seems the only universal language understood by men of every tongue and age, and by the angels too,

It is an alphabet of the language of heaven, not any more equal to it than an ABC book is to Milton.

Why should such a mysteriously subtle and unaccountable gratification have been provided for us?

Verily He is Love !

The magnificent massive choruses in the '' Israel in Egypt" need a gigantic orchestra to give scope for their great swing of grandeur.

The mighty flinging of sound from side to side, in some of the double choruses, is what might be carried out if Handel had Salispury Plain for his concert room, cannon for his basses, an army for his tenors, and angelic legions for his sopranos,

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As to the ''infinite suggestiveness"" of music, the " Israel in Egypt" choruses exemplify this to a marvellous degree ; so does

''Let their celestial concerts" with its d/aze of light; so does Beethoyen's Pastoral Symphony.

_ A hush comes over one at the very thought of one so loved being on the very threshold of eternal rest and joy, so near Christ's own immediate presence.

It is as if the veil were growing half transparent, which hangs between life and its dreams, eternal life and its realities.

The shadow of orphanhood has now fallen upon you; and therefore His blessed name of Father acquires depth and reality; " doubtless Thou art our Father."

Some day, when we are where they reckon not by days and years, He will tell you why He has tried you, and let you look back on your life story and see the golden thread of His fatherly love and care shining over and around it all,

—not as it is now, winding in and out, and only seen by glimpses.

'Faithful and True."

What a keystone to the grand bridge which His promises have made for us, over the abyss of despair and misery!

Faithful as regards us ; True, essentially and inherently.

Experience of life is a great commentary on the Bible, and a sort of realization of it.

At first, the Bible is a detailed map, which we study and admire; but on the road we find the very same things noticed, but not realized, in one's map.

Many of the hills and valleys I read of (and ov/y read of), in the Psalms, seem to have come across my own journey of late.

It has been so to-day with Isaiah xxvi. 3, which is rather like sitting under the shadow of a great rock, which was marked in one's map, but was not in sight a few days ago.

** Thave given them Thy word": John xvii. To me this has been a golden key to many other texts, or a sort of seal upon them; the Father's word and the Saviour's gift.

Apply this first to the '* word of reconciliation," the Father's message of salvation through Christ.

Then to the whole Bible ; it makes it ten times dearer, and it seems our claim to appropriate every sweet promise.

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A "LINE. LEFT OUT."

SincE compiling the Memorials of my dear sister, I have discovered this little note among our dear father's papers.

It isa "line left out," showing the generosity of my sister's character, her delight in giving away most unselfishly, long before the true impulse of 'full and glad surrender" balanced all her gifts.

Frances had just received her first cheque from Messrs. Strahan for contributions to Good Words, and she writes to her mother in 1863:

The cheque is so much larger than I expected, £10 17s. 6d.

Now will you please give £10 of this to my precious papa for anything he would like to employ it on; either keep it for church alterations, or if any more immediate and pressing object, I would rather he used it for that; I should be so delighted to be able for once to further any little object which he may desire.

I should be glad if you would send tos, to J. H. E. for the Scripture Readers' collection, and the 75. 6d, to keep for any similar emergency.

We add the following, found among Frances' papers.

My dear little Fan can hardly think how much her poor papa loves her, thinks about her, and prays for her.

Yes, he does, Thank you, dear child, for remembering me ; I will keep all your love, but not the cheque, Our God send you His sweetest and choicest blessings.

Wealivell.

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Pea ERIS:

Ea.

(To MW. V. G. Mavergal.) Perry VILLA, January 5, 1830.

My DEAR FRIEND,—

I cannot refuse your natural desire for a few particulars concerning your beloved sister's work in connection with the Hymnal,

'Songs of Grace and Glory."* In June, 1870, she came to reside with us at Perry Villa, and to render her valuable assistance in the joint editing of '' Songs of Grace and Glory," sometimes composing hymns and sometimes tunes, and taking the warmest interest in the perfecting of that work, which forms the most comprehensive hymnal in the Church of England.

It was a real happiness to be working together for Christ, and to have seen and known much of the hidden history of her life, and traced those deep springs from whence welled forth her glorious productions in poetry, prose, and music.

It pleased God to bless our friendship, and to make use of the preaching of the full gospel to instruct and refresh her soul.

New light dawned in upon her; until, at length, a full and blessed assurance of her present and everlasting salvation in Christ

Jesus irradiated her whole being.

The former intense longings— 'Oh that I could enjoy that sweet sense of pardon and the happiness you have in Christ," were, at length, most fully realized !

She had passed through deep waters, and the fiery ordeal had purged the dross and purified the gold.

Great and lasting changes now took place ; richer and fuller views of Christ, clearer discernment in the deep mysteries of the covenant of grace, doctrinal truths more accurately learned and more firmly grasped.

'' Full assurance of faith" was reached, Christ became daily more precious, joy in the Lord abounded, faith and hope and love grew exceedingly.

Your late beloved father, Canon Havergal, had previously shown a warm and genial interest in arranging for the supply of tunes to meet the requirements of ''Songs of Grace and Glory."

Indeed, * Referred to on page 103 and elsewhere.

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the last of his own beautiful compositions was written expressly for this volume, only a few days before his sudden removal.

It is a fine tune, and I have since, by permission, named it '' Havergal."

Visiting his late residence, '' Pyrmont Villa," after his death, a curious kind of instinct seemed to impress my mind with the firm persuasion that his youngest daughter could supply his place, and carry on the work as musical. editor.

After events fully verified all this, and showed the father's mantle had fallen with double blessing upon his child.

It was at this period she came over to reside with us, and from time to time, as required, she was guided and enabled to write her most beautiful tunes and hymns.

She would frequently remark: ''It is only as, and when, God sees fit to give me a hymn, that I can ever write one."

In and through all, the Divine Spirit was sought, and most gratefully acknowledged, in answer to prayer.

We were now engaged upon one of the largest hymnals in the Church of England; restoring the hymns to their originals ; discovering authors' names and dates ; selecting texts and tunes ; and arranging more than a thousand hymns under their proper themes and subjects.

Some of this material I had been collecting during thirty years, desiring to represent every doctrine of Holy Scripture, every varying phase of the Christian life, and all the sacred seasons of the year.

In assisting me to carry out, through the press, this great work, we had many difficulties, but also many answers to prayer.

On more occasions than one, when the proof sheets were waiting, and the next hymn, upon some important and difficult subject, had scarcely reached the high standard desired, we paused for prayer, and, spreading the matter before the Lord, asked for His Divine

Spirit to guide her pen; and, ere a brief hour or so had passed away, the much needed guidance was youchsafed, and a beautiful hymn produced, in well balanced rhyme and rhythm, and sweetly flowing verse.

The history connected with many of our hymns would form an instructive volume, indicating the tidal wave in the Christian church, and depicting the ebb and flow of ripening experience and doctrine.

So, with your sister, her exquisite compositions have their special history, while at the same time they mark the wondrous growth in faith and loye and Scripture doctrine.

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After many years' experience in the study of hymnology, I do not hesitate to affirm that the hymnal compositions of Frances Ridley

Havergal must ever rank among the finest in the English language, and portray the fullest and ripest fruits of the Christian character.

Further, upon the most difficult of all themes, '' The Attributes of Deity," those written by her upon ''The Infinity of God," and upon '' The Eternity of God," have seldom been surpassed, if ever equalled.

Her Birthday and New Year hymns ; her Consecration hymns; the popular Missionary hymn ; the Second Advent hymn; the Sacramental hymns; the hymn of praise, '' Worthy of all Adoration" ; and such hymns as ''O Saviour, precious Saviour," and '' Our

Saviour, our King," ''Is it for me, dear Saviour?" and '' From glory unto glory," and others of this same character, have laid the whole church of Christ under great obligations, by this volume.

And we have been much cheered with many testimonies, from all parts, of the Divine blessing upon our work.

''She being dead yet speaketh," and we thank God the last nine years of her eventful life manifested such ripening in knowledge and in grace, in extended usefulness, in entire consecration, in holy, happy, and honoured service for her Saviour and her King.

So that, in all my ministerial experience of thirty years, I have never witnessed such growth and such marvellous progress, still less such talents, laid so humbly at the Master's feet, and so entirely consecrated to His glory !

I have just been looking over a number of interesting documents, comprising letters and manuscript originals of her beautiful tunes, as well as hymns, written about this time, all of which bear the same impress as that stated above.

Doubtless the joint editing of so many beautiful hymns and tunes exerted their happy influence, and brought a reflex blessing upon her own soul.

The hymns themselves, expressive of the brightest hopes of the church of Christ, would naturally lift the mind from the regions of uncertainty and doubt to the higher atmosphere of communion and fellowship with God.

T remain, my dear Friend, yours faithfully in Christ Jesus, CHARLES

B. SNEPP.

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(From her friend Ex1zABETH CLAY.) Amonc the most distinct recollections of my childhood is my first sight of dear F. R. H.

On my return to school at Belmont, after the summer holidays, in 1850, I was taken into the large room, where all the teachers and pupils had just assembled for tea.

Seated amongst a group of little ones, at the bottom of a long table, was anew pupil, with long golden curls falling around her head.

Her appearance at once attracted me, for I remember that as I jomed the party my thought was, ''I should like her for my friend."

Little did I imagine that before the close of that half-year a friendship would have commenced between us which resulted in the closest intimacy, uninterrupted until her entrance into glory twenty-eight and a half years afterwards.

It was from the beginning based on an earnest desire to know and to follow the Saviour.

During the first holidays we visited one another's homes, and had Bible reading and prayer together.

For some years she had not the settled peace and joy in the Lord which were so characteristic of her after life ; she seemed to seek in vain for any assurance of salvation.

In later years her impression was that her trying and painful early experience was permitted, partly, that it might be evident that her after joy had nothing to do with her naturally happy buoyant temperament.

One night in March, 1859, when we were sharing the same room, after rising from prayer, she told me that the words we had read together earlier in the evening about the woman in Mark y. 27, who '' came in the press behind" and touched Jesus, had brought comfort to her heart, and that she could now trust that He would not turn her away either.

This bright gleam of light never passed away, but gradually increased and brightened, shining '' more and more unto the perfect day."

She always seemed fully to act up to the light given her, and thus, doubtless, it was that some who started with her, or before her, found themselves left behind as she pressed on in the upward path.

Her poetical power impressed me even in childhood.

I well remember one summer evening walk we took together when she was visiting us in the summer of 1851, and her rapidly composing some sweet lines on the lovely sunset and surrounding scene.

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Later from Miss ADA LEIGH.

77, AVENUE WAGRAM, Paris, Fune 1879.

Ir is five years ago since I met F. R. H. at the Mildmay Conference: our first and last meeting face to face, yet not in spirit, for the words she wrote were treasured, falling with the dew of loving sympathy, pure and fresh, because God-given after the toil and heat of a weary day.

Just after the first meeting at Mildmay for our Paris Homes, when I was feeling the chill which creeps over one after a great effort, and in my weakness fearing that it had all been a failure, F. R. H. came, threw her arms round my neck, her eyes filled with tears, and offered me a handful of her jewellery for my work ; as she expressed it, ''such as I have to give."

The next day, after partaking of the Holy Communion in St.

Jude's Church, the last day of the Conference, 1874, we met again.

The rain was descending in torrents, making one yearn for showers of blessings on souls.

I said I could cry aloud, in the burden and loneliness of my heart, for showers such as these.

'' Could you," she answered, stopping in the rain, and looking lovingly in my face,

"could you? then be comforted, God will do great things for you."

The solemn power and sympathy of her words have never been forgotten ; and often, when the burden of souls has Jain heavy, the path narrow, lonely, and rugged, the spirit weak and sore with fightings within and fears without, comes back the echo of those gentle words of one who well knew what heart dealing with the Master was, and His way of dealing with the hearts He would make all His own.

'' Se comforted, God will do great things for you."

Letter toM.V.G.H. from "B.M.," authoress of "Ezekiel,"

" Elijah," and other poems.

September 24, 1879.

My prArR MADAM,— It is indeed a pleasure to recall the few simple incidents of my intercourse with your beloved one, and to record them now for you.

Our friendship was so sweet, so perfect, and, alas for me, so short,

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_— that it seems almost now like a very lovely dream when one awaketh.

But no dream, however bright, could have left such a light behind it.

The first communication which passed between us was her note, two years ago, asking permission to publish part of '' One by One" with her own music.

This note lies before me now, and is very characteristic of the writer.

It begins formally, as to a total stranger, but her own loving spirit looks out in the closing words,

'* My heart is indeed with thy heart.

Yours most cordially, Frances Ridley Havergal" ; and the little postscript runs,

'* With the voice together shall they sing, for they shall see eye to eye."

My first sight of her was, as you know, last year, when she passed near our home by rail.

I went to our station to meet a friend, who had travelled accidentally in the same carriage, and pointed me out to her as they drewup.

There was a bustle that day at our little station, and the train was a long one ; as it moved off I saw a bright face leaning out a good way down, and an eager hand kissed to me again and again, but I did not quite know till afterwards that it really was to me, for the bright face was that of a stranger, and there were many people standing about.

It gives me a little pang still, to think that the sweet impulsive grecting was unreturned.

Soon after this we met, as you know; and then came the two happy days she spent with us.

None of the time was lost in "'making acquaintance"; we knew each the heart of the other,

'though only till then in cold print, and commenced on the level of that knowledge.

We asked each other countless questions and compared many notes, as to how "' things " occurred to us, how they changed and began to live and grow and take possession of us, and how finally they '' got written."

She said once or twice, ''I have never had exactly this kind of intercourse with any one, how deliciously interesting it is."

She told me that she almost always completed each ' thing" that occurred to her, and was not haunted by hints and dreams of possible poems which never shaped themselves.

Also, that she seldom felt a chill of disappointment with what she had written, but hoped for the best, knew she had done what she could with the material given her, and went on content to another bit of work.

In this I felt that she took indeed, at once, the lowliest

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and the highest view of her vocation.

She said,in one of these happy talks, 'I am so glad you call Him 'the Master,' it was one of the first things that made me love what you wrote.

Is it not a dear name?"

We spoke of death, and she said, "'I can't say I am exactly in a Aurvry to go, are you?

We need not wish to be taken away in the midst of our days, for there is so much delightful work to do here, and in any case we shall have time,—eternity,—for the glory and the rest."

On one of her two evenings with us, she offered to have a Bible reading for our maid servants and a few others, which was much appreciated.

The other evening she played and sang to us in the drawing-room, moving our hearts.

In all she did one could see that the Master was always with her and her eyes unto Him, the "secret of His presence" had been revealed to her, and was the joy and rejoicing of her heart.

An instance of this continual sense of His real presence rises before me.

We had been talking of strange and dark events in the world, and I expressed an unguarded wonder that such things were permitted.

Instantly I felt her hand on my arm, and she said quickly, '' Dear, dear B. M., don't/ He does not like to hear us say these things."'

It was just the hurried movement and word, with which one might recall toa friend the forgotten presence of a Third, yet done with solemnity as '' touching the King."

In reference to the above, I should tell you that she degved to call me by my initials, which she said had been so long dear to her.

She persuaded me at once to call her by her own sweet Christian name, and was so glad that I preferred Frances to Fanny.

Observing the little pillar post which stands in our hall, and on which the hour of despatch is printed, with '' No delivery or despatch on Sunday," she said in her bright way, '' Capital! that's as it should be."

To our coachman's wife, touching her baby's cheek with a gentle hand, she said softly, '' Is it not nice to think that He took up young children in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them?"

HE was in all her thoughts.

Her words when we parted lingered in my heart: ''Oh, is it not sweet of the Master to give us such days as these?

It is not merely 'all our eed,' but delicious extra things too, such treats as this has been, He planned it all for us."

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To us both, this had seemed the beginning of a long friendship.

We spoke of future visits in the years to come, and of publishing songs together, and of other plans.

But her time was at hand.

Our brief friendship held only that one parting, which was to lead to no earthly meeting.

One birthday (her's), one exchange of Christmas greetings, a few of her bright loving letters, and she was gone,—gone to the. land that is gathering to itself, day by day, our best and loveliest.

Two days after her birthday she wrote: " How kind of you, darling friend, to recollect my day, and send me such a charming book.*.

I do like itso much.

I want along chat with you most sorely, but can't make time just now without confirming a growling headache.

I have just been relieving my mind by writing a little poem 'The Key Found.'+ I have been wishing for a long time to have a very direct shot at this dreary, misty, semi-unbelief, that some people pride themselves on, Oh, if they would but 'come and see' our

Lord Jesus !

Your ever loving Frances."

Her last letter, written so shortly before her death, is also before menow.

'Dearest B. M.

Thanks many for your dear note.

Ihave no respite, I must make a little lull in life.

Whilst most thankful for success, I am almost alarmedly wondering whereunto this work will grow.

Yet oh, how one wants Him to make the very most of all we have and are.

Remember me warmly to Mr.

M .

I am going to send you 'Kept' as soon as published, Your loving friend, F. R. H."

Before I had time to reply to this letter, she was gone to Him whom her soul so fervently loved.

I was struck by an expression you used in your first note to me, that '' surely she must enjoy heaven more than most."

I know exactly what you mean, and I find it singularly easy to realize her there, to picture her bright spirit at home in the Father's house, and to imagine the sacred ecstasy with which she serves Him day and night in the temple.

Is it not sweet also, and comforting, to think of her tender greeting by * "The Romance of Astronomy."

By Professor Kalley Miller, M.A., F.R.A.S.

Macmillan and Co.

+ See 'Under His Shadow," page 186.

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(o>) GCL by and by; of the joyful grace with which she will welcome her dear ones to share the blessed rest ? And it is an inspiring thought that even such.as she, gifted with noble imaginations, and fervent hearts, and unutterable longing after God, have found the place prepared for them, and, above all, the open vision of the King Himself transcends without measure their most glorious hope.

With true sympathy in your grief and in your gratitude, Delieve me, Dear Madam, Affectionately yours, B. MM.

"NEARER NOW THAN WE THINK."

*T have no respite, I must make a little lull in life."

(Last letter, received May 16th, 1879.) SHE stood in the glorious shadow Of the Father's house of love, But she saw not the shining threshold Where the Angel-Watchmen move ; She heard not their garments faintly stir

As they opened the golden gates for her, She had toiled in the blessed Vineyard, And as she toiled she sang, Till far through the sunny distance That sweetest music rang ; And her fellow-workers, far and near, Gave thanks to God for her words of cheer,

We heard her sing in the dawning, When the mists hung low and chill ; In the heavy heat of the noontide Iler clear voice cheered us still ; And when evening shadows were closing round,

We folded our hands to that tender sound,

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&> wa w And those who were watching at midnight, Watching in pain or fear,— Heard oft in that sorrowful stillness One sweet voice ringing clear, Yor God her Maker, her God and Kinz, Had given her songs in the night to sing.

And the souls that were passing in silence To the River dreary and dim, Ileard, down by its desolate margin, A sweet voice sing of Him, Who will welcome His children '' one by one"

To the smiling city beyond the sun.

Far off on the desert mountains To waudering souls it came, That sound of a tender message, That pleading in Christ's dear name ; It followed the sorrowful path they trod,

Till the wandering spirits were turned to God.

And she sang to the little children, Of the children's God and King ; When heart and voice were weary She sang, unfaltering ; And her fervent spirit leapt to see The little ones gather, sweet Lord, to Thec.

But at length she longed for a '' respite,"

To gather in silence, alone, New strength for her mighty harvest, For the great work yet to be done ; She prayed for a ''lull" in the labour of life,

A breathing space in the glorious strife,— For only a little shadow From the red sun's fiery glow, One hour's brief rest by the fountains Where the waters of comfort flow, Where the flowers are blowing, so pale and sweet,

In the tender gloom by the Master's feet.

LoS) 54

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Yet,—could she have rested ever Where the cool soft shadows lie, Whilst weary and faint in the noontide One soul went wandering by ?— Nay ; one sad step on the dreary road Would have troubled her heart as it leant on God:

So willing to toil and travel, To suffer and watch for all, So near in heart to the Master, So eager to follow His call,— She spent her soul in the service sweet,

And only in Death could rest at His feet, So ¢his isthe needed respite, Her shadow from noonday sun Falls dark, from the wing of the Angel, Who comes when our work is done, To bring no ''lull" in the hurry of life,

But the Conqueror's Rest after toil and strife.

And now, in the King's own Palace, She sings to her harp of gold, With the seal of God on her forehead, In her spirit His peace untold, Where never a sorrowful step nor cry Shall break on the lull of Eternity.

B.M.

(Zines by the late Miss JuLia KirncHHOFFER, ard explanatory Letter, to F. R. H.

See page 197.) Ask her to come and sing to me, For day by day I long, With.a craving never known before, For the magic of a song— 'T were like a sweet, stray wanderer From heaven's choral throng.

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** You hardly ever spoke to her, So little of her know! "

But read her verses once:

'*Sing to them sweet and low, And the pain-dimmed eye will brighten, As the soothing verses flow."

You see she feels the gift of song A holy, high bequest, Then how could she refuse to grant A poor sick child's request !

Methinks 't would soothe this constant pain, And lull me into rest, I want ''The old, old story,"

How Jesus set us free ; Or the riven *' Rock of Ages,"

Or else *' Abide with Me"; Or what we used to sing at night, "' Nearer, my God, to Thee."

Then tell her how I'm lying here, In weariness and pain, And how I long to feel the charm Of music's voice again !

I know she'll come and sing for me Some old familiar strain.

Nov., 1870.

'The time these verses refer to was before my confirmation.

I was very ill, and no one thought I could get through such an exertion.

I used to lie all day long, feeling pretty wretched.

Then came a passionate longing for music, which no one here could gratify.

You were the only person I knew of, but none of us had ever spoken to you.

« That is the story of these verses ; perhaps it may encourage you sometimes in the ministry of song.

It would be hard to tell all that your book has been forme.

When in the holidays at home I was in great pain and suffering, my sister used to sit on the bed, and read out your poems to soothe me.—JULIA KiRCHHOFFER."

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Letter of DR. ALEXANDER, Bishop of Derry.

THE Committee of preparation for the Church Congress at Swansea had invited my dear sister to write a paper on hymnology.

At their meeting in October, 1879, touching allusion was made to the beauty of her hymns and her lamented removal from the church below.

Dr. Alexander, Bishop of Derry, wrote to me:

'*T am to speak briefly at the Swansea Congress upon the use and abuse of hymnology.

The exquisitely pathetic hymns of your sister, F. R. H., the subtle and loving music of their versification, I shall esteem it a privilege and a duty to mention to my auditors.

The beautiful circumstance of her dying song will afford me the most affecting and most touching of illustrations. I shall certainly quote from her hymns.

Whether fifteen minutes will give me time to read a whole hymn, I very much doubt ; but I wish to quote some of her noble Advent hymn:

'Thou art coming, O my Saviour."

Letter from the SECRETARY OF WoMANn's FoREIGN

MISSIONARY SOCIETY.

1334, CHESTNUT ST., PHILADELPHIA, Fly 15, 1879.

My prar Miss HAVERGAL,— I feel a delicacy in intruding upon the sacredness of your grief at this time; and yet I cannot forbear sending a few words of sympathy to the sister of F. R.

H. In thinking of her here, she was not afar off writer to us, but a woman of the highest type, and a friend whom we had learned to love.

Every word she wrote me came as from a dear friend, and I had hoped some day to see her face to face ; I hope so still, but in a far more glorious meeting.

We have always appreciated her writing for our little magazine, in the midst of her many cares and of her physical weakness and pain ;

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and we &voz that it has done a work for the Master here which He will own and bless; how much good we cannot know until the hereafter.

I have part of her '* Marching Orders " still to publish, and feel that they are a sacred legacy to the readers of our magazine, and pray that their sweet, forcible, scriptural words may go to the hearts of the thousands they will reach.

How many, many words of your dear one will go on and on, in their mission of love, while there are mortals to need their stimulus and comfort!

She is well known and loved by a large circle of friends in America, whom she has helped by her writings and by the knowledge of her devoted life.

How blessed is her rest, and how truly do her works follow her!

In reading of her last triumphant moments, one longs for the time for meeting on the other shore, and of leaving for ever this sin-stained, tempest-tossed world.

While we rejoice with her over the victory won, the dear ones left must bear the pain, and still press on in the conflict of life.

This is such a hard part of life ; but oh, the Master's strength and love are sufficient for even this, and how tenderly does He ever lead us through the deep waters.

May He place round about you His everlasting arms in this your time of sorrow !

Yours in true sympathy, and in the love and service of the one Master, (Miss) JULIA C. THOMPSON, Lditor ** Woman's Work for Woman,"

[Zrom "Farru AnD Works" Magazine]

THE DEATH OF FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

Wut a flood of sorrow swept over many hearts in America, when the news flashed over the wires that Frances Ridley Havergal was dead!

We had so long loved the sweet outgushings of her poetic nature ; always ringing to the one beloved theme—a Saviour's love,

And now the voice is hushed, the lyre unstrung, ere it had lost any of its early force; taken from her family and from the world in

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the prime of her life, just when she seemed about to gather fresh strength in rest from her labours of love; known to many in this western world only by the sweet interchanges of correspondence, and the writings so highly valued, she leaves a void not soon to be filled.

And yet who can read the accounts of her last illness, and its triumphant close, without echoing her own words, ''So glorious te go home."

Her little books, '' My King," *' Royal Commandments and Royal Bounty," with ''Daily Thoughts on Coming to Christ," are the constant companions of a very large number of Christians here, whilst '' Little Pillows"? and " Morning Bells"? are dear to many a child's heart.

Even on the Christmas and birthday cards the ever loved ''F. R. H." is always eagerly sought, as sure to be appended to the sweetest sentiments.

It has long been the writer's privilege to number Miss Havergal amongst her friends; during a period of six years, the hope had been growing in both our hearts, that we might meet ; but God has ordered it otherwise.

To the one for whom many years of loving work seemed in store, He has said, '¢ Friend, come up higher" ; whilst to the other, nearing the allotted space, it is His pleasure to say, ''Tarry awhile."

Oh, may all who sorrow, '' yet not as others," over this most unexpected stroke, so read the lessons drawn from her beautiful life that her heart's wish may be theirs ; "Take my life, and let it be, Ever, only, all for Thee."

JANE M'CREADY.,

PHILADELPHIA, July 1879.

Lines by the Rev. F. Jerrery.

To F, R. H., AFTER READING

* UNDER THE SURFACE."

How restless seems man's outward life, Like billows of the sea, With every jarring wind at strife, From dangers never free !

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Yet, safe beneath its storm-lashed face, See ocean's treasures lie ; So rests the heart secured by grace In deep tranquillity.

The summer sun lit up the bay, No breath its bosom curled, When youth and pleasure launched away Upon their ocean world.

Foul slimy monsters lurk within, Below those waters fair ; And so the smiling life of sin Hides death and fell despair.

B. J.

Deceniber 13, 1875.

REPEAED-TOCBY

—f. Row. ON A POST CARD RIGHTLY you have read my song!

Who in Jesus liveth, Neath life's turmoil strange and strong, Knows the peace He giveth.

Peace that overflows our days, Silently victorious ; Peace that blossoms into praise, Hidden, yet most glorious.

December 16, 1875.

Or course many pages might be filled with reviews and eulogies from English and American sources ; far more, grateful to my dear sister was the record, which often greeted her, how God had blessed her word and work,

Whilst it is quite unnecessary here to extract or repeat any of these appreciative notices (quite a hundred might be given from America alone), it may be interesting to

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some to read the following extracts from letters of the late Rev. CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER, of Grasby Vicarage (the poet), 1870.

Since I looked critically at '* The Ministry of Song," I have been surprised and delighted with the great beauty and power of a good proportion of the poems, and the sweetness of the residue.

I particularly like "On the Last Leaf," '' How should they Know Me?" and ' Making Poetry.'

I have not often met with such vital truth illustrated by an imagination so subtle and so true as the two last evince.

Nor is the metre apart from this estimate, being very charming and spirited.

'*' Wounded" is very charming, and so is 'Faith and Reason."-_I cannot say these are the very best in the book, for there are equals ; but the '' How should they Know Me?" and " Making Poetry " are before all others.

Extract from another letter from the same, 1870.

I quite agree with you that ''Life Crystals" is very thoughtful and beautiful, but I continue to like those I mentioned best of all.

Miss Havergal, Sappho, and Mrs. Browning constitute my present female trio.

There may be others lying Zerdves to me in foreign languages, but I know at present of none equal to these.

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THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY

MEMORIAL FUND.

Tue following letter appeared in Zhe Record, in July, 1879, suggesting the " Frances Ridley Havergal Church

Missionary Memorial Fund."

To the Editor of The Record.

Sir,—I am but giving expression to the thoughts of others when I venture to suggest an ''In Memoriam Thank Offering" from the tens of thousands of readers whose hearts have so often been gladdened and stimulated to labour for the Master by the '' sweet singer, and yet strong," who is now "'Among the choir of Paradise, A singer evermore."

Many objects dear to her in life, to which these offerings could be devoted, might easily be named; but perhaps the most fitting and appropriate, and one that will assuredly commend itself to all who sympathise with her in her loyal devotion to the '' King's Marching

Orders," would be a special Church Missionary Memorial Fund.

Those who knew her best can best testify to the deep interest ever taken by our beloved friend in the God-commanded work of missions.

Early associations led her to identify herself specially with the work of the Church Missionary Society.

When only a child, '*the golden-haired fairy of the home circle," as the youngest member of the family, it was her Sunday morning delight to carry the missionary plate round to all assembled for prayers, for the willingly offered pence, When six or seven years old she had her first missionary-box, and for years, especially at St. Nicholas', Worcester, energetically and systematically she obtained weekly and monthly contributions.

It was one of her special treats to hear her father tell of his pioneering deputation visits to the far end of Cornwall and Devonshire, where, as early as 1822-24, he was the very first to preach and speak for the Church Missionary Society.

In 1850 she writes; 'Our Church Missionary Association has increased to over

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440.

For myself, I have nearly thirty subscribers, half quarterly and half monthly ; and though the sum in some cases is small, I think that is a pretty tolerable list.

But I want to have more internal missionary spirit, it is more natural to me to work than to feel.

Ido more collecting than praying!

Oh, to be like Az in this as in all other things.

I have at last hit upon a new device, and earned something by my brains for my pet Church Missionary Society.

Some halfcrown pocket books advertised so many copies gratis as prizes for the best poetical enigmas.

So I wrote sixteen of all sorts, signed Zoide and Sabrina, and have just received six copies.

I reserved one copy, and have sold all the rest for the Society."

Her self denying life, pleasing others and so pleasing herself, found her ever ''ready to give" to missionary work.

And truly she gave that which '' cost her something."

In a letter from her sister I read the following': ''Just this time last year, in July, she came to me with that light in her eye which always told of some bright thought.

'Marie!

It has come over me this morning that I shall send all my jewellery to the Church Missionary Society.

I wrote long ago:

"Take my silver and my gold:

Not a mite would I withhold."

And I really have given every shilling I could to God's service, but I never thought of my jewels.'

I pleaded in vain the pleasure of leaving them to others.

'No,' she said, 'my King wants them, and they must go; delightful to have anything to give Him.

I can't go to India, but I can help to send some one.'

The massive gold chain she had worn for four years, the gift for some literary toil, she took off her neck, substituting a very old one.

A friend at once gave her a handsome price for her chain, and she brought the gold to me, rattling the sovereigns merrily in her hands.

'There, this goes at once to the Church Missionary Society, and I shall make it up to £50, which I long wanted to give.' Though we were very busy, she had all -her jewellery cleaned and packed, fifty-three articles (even her useful gold pencils), in a beautiful casket, and sent up to London to the care of the Rev. H. Wright."

It may be the offering of '' jewellery" is not the sacrifice required from many for the King; but some offering of a grateful heart will, we think, be prompted in the case of thousands who will fecl it a

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high privilege thus far to be associated in spirit with one of the noblest and truest hearted and most loyal of His servants.

I refrain from doing more than suggest.

I must leave to others the details of any plan that may be adopted; only I think it would be well from the first to have a definite plan.

The translation and circulation of selected portions of her works in the mission field would be a distinct object of great interest to many.

Doubtless the Rev. H. Wright would be able to give information which would guide action here.

Palestine has been named as a special field, but perhaps India or South Africa might awaken more general interest.

Some will remember her thrillingly earnest appeal for '* Our Hindoo Sisters":

*Oh! for a fiery scroll, and a trumpet of thunder might, To startle the silken dreams of English women at ease,

Circled with peace and joy, and dwelling where truth and light Are shining fair as the stars, and free as the western breeze !

Oh! for a clarion voice to reach and stir their nest With the story of sisters' woes, gathering day by day,

Over the Indian homes (sepulchres rather than rest), Till they rouse in the strength of the Lord, and roll the stone away.

Ts it too great a thing?

'Will not ove rise and go, Laying her joys aside, as the Master laid them down?

Seeking His lone and lost in the veiled abodes of woe, Winning His Indian gems to shine in His glorious crown !"

It will be interesting to mention that one item of Miss Havergal's ** List of Work for 1879" is given thus:

'' To complete my set of 'Marching Orders' for the Church Misstonary Gleaner."

The last paper, in the June number of the G/eaner, contained the following passage.

'* What an honour to be one of the 'few' forerunners of the King, the herald of a silent yet real and mighty advent of 'the very

God of very God.'

Because the harvest is great and the labourers few, the Lord Jesus said, 'Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He would send forth labourers into His harvest.'

If the fact remains, the cominand remains.

And the fact does indeed

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remain, and we have no excuse in not knowing it. We know how few the labourers are.

We cannot say, ' Behold! we knew it not."

The need is recognised, and the Lord has put the supply within the reach of the voice of prayer and the hand of faith.

He has told us what to do, and so now the responsibility rests upon us.

Perhaps we read these pages, and we sorrow a little for the burden of the King of princes, and wish the accounts were more glowing.

But we do not turn the passing emotion into obedient and faithful and purposeful prayer, and so our sluggard soul desireth and hath nothing. - ' He shall not fail nor be discouraged'; but if we fail as His 'helpers' in this easiest and most graciously appointed share of His glorious work, how shall we hope to share in our Master's harvest joy, and what claim shall we have to join in the great harvest Hallelujah?"

Tan, Sir, yours faithfully, Blackheath, £

CHARLES BULLOCK.

The response to the suggestions thus made was immediate and most generous.

The Rev. Prebendary Wright, the Hon. Secretary of the Church Missionary Society, at once took a deep interest in the proposal, and the Committee of the Society passed the following minute, inserted in the Church Missionary Gleaner for September, 1879.

GENERAL COMMITTEE, Fly 22.

The Secretaries stated that it had been determined by the friends of the late Miss Frances Ridley Havergal to raise a memorial fund to be called '*The Frances Ridley Havergal Missionary Fund," with the intention of handing it, when raised, to the Committee of the Society, to be expended in the training of Native Bible women, and in the translation and circulation in India, (and, should the fund allow, other mission fields,) of suitable and selected portions of Miss

Havergal's books.

The Committee expressed the pleasure it would give them to administer the Fund if entrusted to them, and their satisfaction that the name of Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, whose devoted interest in the Society's work was so marked in her life-

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36 wn time, should be permanently inscribed on the records of the Society, and her loving loyal spirit be thus by God's blessing se caahetiacin in its Missions.

The Day of Days for February 1880 contained the following acknowledgment of contributions received towards the Fund.

THE FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL "CHURCH

MISSIONARY MEMORIAL FUND."

WE wish it were possible to convey to others the feeling produced in our own mind by the widespread and genercus response accorded to the proposed Church Missionary Fund in memory of Frances

Ridley Havergal.

The amount received now exceeds £1,900.

But even this noble sum cannot be rightly estimated, unless it is borne in mind that it represents the distinct offerings, as nearly as we can calculate, of some twelve thousand contributors.

Many also of the letters accompanying the contributions indicate that eyen the smallest offerings

''have cost" the givers '' something," and are literally expressions of heart-gratitude to ''the sweet singer," who stimulated so many to the consecrated life, and whose voice, happily, in her Royal books, still— ** Rings on with holy influence deep and strong."

We venture to express the hope that others will yet '' cast in their mite."

It should be borne in mind that the twofold object of the Fund affords scope for the expenditure of almost any amount that could be raised.

The openings for the employment of native Bible women in India might indeed almost engross the funds of a Society ; and the circulation of translated and selected portions of F. R. H.'s writings, in India and other mission fields, would well employ the amount already raised, As one indication only of the need of Christian literature in our mission fields, and the special fitness of selections from F, R, H.'s books for circulation, the Rey, Prebendary Wright says: '' The

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following extract from a letter just received from one of our missionaries in Ceylon shows that there need be no fear of our being able to put the F. R. H. Memorial Fund to good account :—'I have begun to translate Miss Havergal's ''My King" into Singhalese, and ask for a grant to print and bind the same. I intend to translate her other works.' "

The Christian Vernacular Education Society for India has also just issued a circular, stating that '' for lack of Christian literature in the mother tongues (the sixteen native languages spoken by the 240,000,000 of our fellow subjects in India) the work of the missionary and Zenana teacher is greatly crippled, and parents have been known to object to their daughters acquiring the art of reading, from the non-existence of a pure vernacular literature to interest and instruct them, which induces them to exercise their new power in perusing the polluting publications of the native press."

We hope ''other mission fields"

(European, African, and American, as well as Asiatic) will also be reached by F. R. H.'s translated books; but even confining ourselves to India, it is sufficiently clear that further offerings to the Memorial Fund may well and wisely be made by those who have not already contributed.

Contributions can be sent to the Rev. CHARLES BULLOCK, Hon.

Sec. of the Fund, 7, The Paragon, Blackheath, S.E.

Cheques and P.O. Orders payable to C. DouGLAs Fox, Esq., Hon. Treasurer.

All sums received are acknowledged weekly in Hand and Heart.

The family of Frances Ridley Havergal must express their gratitude for the love to their sister which these offerings so fully testify.

'They also wish to thank the Rey. Charles and Mrs. Bullock for their energy and personal labour in widely scattering appeals, and then answering thousands of letters, This is indeed a tribute of love from the friends of both our beloved father and sister.

From the deeply touching letters received we copy the following.

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(Zo Rev. C. Buttock.) Thumbly write enclosing one shilling for the F. R. H. Memorial

Fund ; it is a poor invalid's humble mite. I will, with your permission, relate the circumstances under which it is sent.

I have been afflicted more than nine years.

<A friend sent me ' Royal Commandments " ; this book is indeed a joy and comfort to my soul, and I read my daily commandment with a pure happiness, and each day gain a renewal of strength from my King.

The portions for the tenth and eighteenth days have been an especial blessing to me.

The book is very dear to me.

I most willingly deny myself some little necessity that I may contribute to the Fund.

JosrepH HARRISON.

(Zo Rev. C. BULLOCK, enclosing a post office order for ten shillings.) WOLVERHAMPTON, February 23, 1880.

It is my privilege to be able to add my humble testimony to the work of that devoted servant of Christ, Miss F, R. Havergal, so lately called away to receive her reward, and not only so, but I am also glad as a railway working man to be able to send you a little help towards swelling the Memorial Fund of one so truly blessed.

I have latterly obtained some of her writings, which I find to be of the greatest value, and I trust, with God's help and blessing, will be so esteemed by us as to rank next in value to the word of God itself.

My own spiritual experiences I find so clearly marked out in what she has written in that beautiful book,

'' Kept for the Master's Use," that I am sure God will give great success to the extension of such a dissemination of precious truths, which (with the aid of His Spirit) not only show the erring child the besetting sin which keeps back the entire consecration to His service, but must also stand as a ''lamp" to guide the feet of many a poor sinner grovelling amidst the darkness of this world, and lead them up to that light and liberty wherewith Christ doth make His children free.

Yours respectfully,

WILLIAM BUTLER,

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Very many letters have been received, from all parts, acknowledging blessings received through the books which it is proposed by this Fund to translate and circulate; and as specimens, and incentives, we may reprint the following.

(Extract from a@ letter of the BARONESS WREWSKY, Golubowo, Russia, November 1879, to J. E. J.)

Thank you for your kindness in sending those two lovely little books of Miss Havergal's, which reached me quite safely, and have come to rejoice both me and my little girl, who with her brother studies every morning the chapters quoted in '' Morning Stars," and finds out the verses.

Iam just delighting in '' Kept for the Master's Use," and thank you so much for sending it.

It is so full of earnest, realizing faith and love in Jesus, that it quite stirs one's heart to the very depths.

Oh for such entire consecration, for such a life of faith and close communion ! - Oh, how I long for it, how I pray for it !

From Mrs. KeiGut.ey, AZynora, Sydney, December 1879, to J. MC.) T received '* The Last Week" which you were so kind as to send me.

Our clergyman, Mr.

Taylor, was so impressed with the account, that he took the liberty of writing an article on it in Zhe

Australian Churchman, which I now send. I also saw a very nice articlein Zhe Christian Herald; and there have been several sermons preached on the life and death of your dear sister in various parts of the colony.

She was indeed a shining light.

There is a gentleman in this district, now officiating as catechist to Mr. Taylor, a Mr. Frazer, who entirely ascribes his conyersion, under God's blessing, to F, R. H.'s writings.

Very handsome contributions to the Memorial Fund have come from this colony.

Many similar testimonies have been received from all

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parts of the world; and thus, though not permitted to carry out her lifelong wish to be a missionary, yet the Lord has used my dear sister's books, in far distant missionary stations.

It has been suggested that it would be very desirable if yearly subscriptions were paid to the F. R. H. Fund, thus continuously to carry on the support of trained

Bible women, who, with the living voice in the Zenanas, may long echo her words, as well as the translation of her works, BB

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FROM THE CHURCH

PASTORAL-AID

SOCIETY'S QUARTERLY PAPER.

Tue death of Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, which took place at Caswell Bay, near Swansea, on the 3rd of June last, has been deeply deplored by the Christian church at large.

The many volumes of hymns and meditations from her pen on the "' things touching the King" are so vividly impressed on the minds of most of our readers that.it is sometimes difficult to feel that she could possibly have written of anything else.

Her illness was of short duration, and the circumstances of her early removal, almost by a sudden stroke, invest witha peculiar interest the following extract from correspondence with reference to the offer which she made of evoting the proceeds_of the sale of her piano, the gift of her talented father, to the funds of the Society.

In a letter to the Secretary, from which he is privileged to quote, her sister wrote :

"'Tt may be of use to you, in writing about the gift, to recall the exact circumstances.

'Towards the end of last year, my dear sister read the statement of the failing funds of the Church Pastoral-Aid

Society, whose noble work she always admired and sympathised with.

She expressed to me her desire and intention of sending a cheque for £50, but just then the claims of some other Societies were so urgently laid before her that she gave to them instead.

But the longing also to help the noble and half-paid workers in the Church vineyard still weighed on her, and I remember her saying,

'How I wish I could send off a cheque at once! but fear I must wait a year.'

But, as with other generous gifts, she waited not, but with much delight told me that she would give her much-valued piano, left to her by her beloved father.

It originally cost 110 guineas, and as it had been so little used she would not let it go under the half price.

It was too large for our rooms in Wales, hence she resolved to give it to your Society."

Little did the Committee think, in the course of their correspondence with Miss F. R. Havergal on the subject of her offer, that she who had so often sung in sweetest strains of expectation of future and endless joy in Christ was so near the border of the land of promised rest.

Since her death, the gift, £50, has been received.

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TRISH; SOCIETY,

Tor Promoting the Scriptural Education and Religious Instruction of the Irish-speaking Population, chiefly through the medium of their own language.

17, UPPER SACKVILLE STREET, DUBLIN,

10th Fune, 1879.

Resolved— That this Committee has learned with very deep regret of the death of Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, to her a blessed change, for her removal from the work for Christ on earth was to be with Christ, which is far better ; but a loss to the church of Christ throughout the world, and a serious loss to the Irish Society, for which she had been an indefatigable collector and advocate, for which she had written her popular little book ''Bruey," and established the Juvenile Branch called the '' Bruey" Branch, and for which she was about to undertake a tour of visits to its mission stations in Ireland, with the intention of writing sketches of her tour, when it pleased God to take her to Himself, The Committee desires to convey to her family the expression of deep and heartfelt sympathy ; copies of this resolution to be sent, in sorrowing remembrance, to her sister, Miss Havergal, of the Mumbles, Swansea, and to Giles Shaw, Esq., her brother-in-law.

Moved by Rev. Henry Carleton, Hon. Sec.

Seconded by Denis Crofton, Esq.

Frederick Homan, Esq., Chairman, Unanimously, TOW

F. R. H.'s WORK

FOR

THE IRISH SOCIETY

BEGAN, IN 1856.

It was her brother-in-law's custom to drive into Dublin every Tuesday morning, at seven, to attend the committees of the Hibernian Bible and the Irish Society.

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Frances often accompanied him.

While Mr. Shaw was preparing the financial report she got into conversation with Mr. Robert Wyon, the accountant of the Irish Society. He interested her so much in its work, and gave her such stirring details, that she at once took her first collecting card.

From collecting 41 in 1856, she had in March, 1879, sent in more than £900 to this Society.

In 1859, with her dear father's full consent, she organized a branch society in Worcester.

Its meeting was addressed by the Rev. Thomas Moriarty, and we give her own bright words at this time.

Fune 6, 1859.

Our Irish ''go" went off tip top.

I determined to leave no stone unturned within my power.

I wrote a sketch of Mr. Moriarty's conversion from Romanism, and papa let me send it tothe Worcester

Journal.

The room was full, and the platform too.

Mr. Moriarty's speech was glorious, not faultless, but effective and telling.

The hardships he has gone through are incredible, but in his beautiful seagirt Ventry he has now two hundred confirmants around him.

He is still sowing and watering, and may a yet richer ingathering be vouchsafed to him!

That man fascinated me to the last degree.

After the meeting he and papa were deep in "' signs of the times," away, he laid his hand on my head, and said in a way I shall never forget, so gently, solemnly, and holily, '' God be very gracious to you, my child."

It was like dew, as if a tangible blessing came in it.

In connection with the progress of her Irish Society's work, the following particulars will be interesting.

Frances' first collector in Worcester was a little girl named " Bruey."

The book so called was written after her death.

The outline of her simple story istrue.

One of her names was Bruce, hence her pet name of Bruey ; the sketch of her character is founded on recollections

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and incidents.

Bruey's Sunday-school work, the Irish meeting, the Irish card, and the forty-one names, her illness and peaceful death, are all facts.

'"Bruey" has been translated into most lively and idiomatic French by Mdlle. Tabari¢, changing the name to " Lilla." *

My dear sister's collectors so increased, that she thought it would be well to make them a branch of the Irish

Society's tree.

Because Bruey was her first collector, she called it the "Bruey Branch."

The first who collected in this branch was a lovely child, " Little Nony."

Hearing of her illness some months after, Frances sent her this sweet little note.

My DEAR Nony,— I had no idea you were suffering so much all this time. I think Jesus must have been carrying you in His arms all the while, because, you see, when anybody can't even walk they mst be carried, And I am quite sure He must be loving you ever so much,

I mean with a very special and tender love, because it says, 'Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.?

I thank you so much for the violets.

I have such a number of Bruey collectors that I hardly know how I shall manage them all. We shall have a famous Report next year Thope.

Very much love from your loving friend, F. R H.

Dear little Nony's work for Jesus, and patient suffering, ended on the evening of May 1st, 1879, only a month before the founder of the Bruey Branch of the Irish

Society was herself called away to rest from her labours.

Possibly my sister's circular letters to her young friends may hereafter be printed ; but the two following epistles will show how tliankfully she wrote to those who helped a * «Lilla, traduit librement par Mdlle. Marie Tabarié."

Paris ; J. Bonheure, 48 Rue de Lille.

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in the work, and how she did not scruple to ask, for the Society, an introduction which she would never think of working out for herself.

(Zo Emmeline Parkinson.)

My DEAR LITTLE FELLOW WoRKER,—

I have had a good many pleasant surprises in the course of my Trish collecting, but I don't recollect that I ever had a pleasanter one than yours.

You have actually beaten Bruey herself, for she had forty-one and you have forty-four names!

I wonder if this is your first attempt at working for Christ!

I think, dear Emmeline, the Lord Jesus knows all about it, knows that you have been trying to bea little workerfor Him ; is not that very nice?

Now, I will ask Him to send you a great blessing on what you have collected, so that those who are taught by means of your money may not only learn to read of Jesus in His word, but may learn to love Him and tell others about Him.

Perhaps you have done more for the Irish Society than you suppose! because you have put an idea in my head. Three little girls lately wrote me a letter, something like your first one, having liked '' Bruey " so much.

I was not well enough to write to them at the time, but now I shall write and send them each a book, and make the same request I did to you, and then possibly they too may go to work; and it will really be your doing if they also collect.

I will tell you about one of my collectors, an invalid.

When going to visit her one day, I prayed that the Lord Jesus would help me to say something to comfort her.

And then He seemed to put into my mind that if I could only think of some work for Christ for her to do, it would do her more good than anything.

So I puta collecting card in my pocket.

When I got there she had been particularly wanting to see me that day, for she had been so sad, thinking she could do nothing for Jesus, and for a whole week had prayed He would let her do just something for Him.

So I took out my green card, and told her I thought He had guided me to bring her a bit of work to do, and would she try and collect just a little for these poor Irish, who cannot be reached by people who can only speak English?

So she was delighted, and took it as God's

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own answer, and has ever considered it as the work He had given her todo.

May I send my special thanks to your mamma, both for allowing you to collect and for so kindly helping you.

Your loving Friend, FoR. o, (Zo -) PyrMoONr VILLA, LEAMINGTON, Vovember 20, 1872.

DEAR SiIrR,— ait I must send a few lines of grateful thanks for your prayer for me.

Ido indeed thank you most earnestly, and may our great and beloved Intercessor not only present those petitions with His own sweet incense for me, but return the blessing sevenfold upon yourself and your work, .

I wonder if I may ask alittle favour!

Will you hand the enclosed little notices of a new book of mine to any members of your congregation who may be on the look out for Christmas presents for children of ten to fourteen years of age.

I particularly want to reach by it those of Christ's /¢t/e ones who are beginning to wish to love Him and to work for Him.

It is 'fa story book," but founded on fact.

**Bruey"' was the real name of a dear little girl in my beloved father's parish at Worcester.

Your work is immense indeed.

How glad you will be of the *'rest that remaineth" ; but it is nicer still to think that '* His servants shall serve Him," without fatigue, or fear, or imperfection, or any failure.

With very best wishes I am, dear sir, yours in Him whom having not seen we love, Frances R. HAVERGAL.

By F. R. H.'s wish her work is still carried on, by two Secretaries appointed for the Bruey Branch: Miss Emily

Titterton, The Lindens, Leamington, and Miss Mary Fay, Ivy Cottage, Celbridge. And a letter lately received from Mr. Fitzpatrick says: "TI find that on the completion of our 'Bruey' accounts there appears an amount far larger than I mentioned.

It now proves to be 4789 185.

How wonderful!

We thank God."

MEMORIALS OF F. RX. L7.

[From the many loving tributes to my sister's memory, the following are selected for reproduction here.}

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY DEAR AUNT, F. R. H.

FUNE 3rd, 1879.

Tue King's 'all glorious" daughter Hath reached her home to-day ; She was so true and loyal Along her heavenward way !

Her faith was ever gazing Towards that peaceful shore, Her eyes were ever watching The Everlasting '' Door."

As on the ''wheels of fire,"

The chariot bore her home, The King hath called her higher Into His royal dome.

The trumpet tone hath sounded, Her willing voice replied ; Now, with encircled glory, She sitteth at His side.

Christ's perfect '' blood that cleanseth "

Was all her entrance plea ; That crimson stream which floweth Hath set her spirit free ; And, ''I am trusting Jesus"

Was the keynote of her life, She realized His power Throughout her carthly strife

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Buy She gloried in His Presence, Exulted in His Love!

Thus making earth a foretaste Of richer joys above!

She gave up human favour To win a soul for Him, Nor did her own life's shadows Eyer her ardour dim, Like Him, her blesséd Master, She ever sought to cheer Those weary ones in darkness, Along this desert drear.

Her soul-inspiring music Enchained the listening throng; And countless hearts were lightened By her '' Ministry of Song."

That gentle, holy streamlet, Which '' Under the Surface" lay, Hath reached the mighty ocean Where all is perfect day !

Her '' Life Mosaic" glittered With many a sparkling gem ; Her King's hand now hath set it In His royal diadem.

Now, sisters, ye who mourn her, Let this your tribute be ; E'en as this sainted minstrel, '*Tell out" Christ's love so free!

Lay at His feet your song gift, © Ask Him your voice to fill With holy, heavenly music, Echo of Ifis sweet wll,

CECILIA ITAVERGAL,

MEMORIALS OF F. R. H.

OUR "SWEET SINGER."

Was there silence over yonder ?

Did the angels cease to sing, As they waited on in wonder For the mandate of their King?

When the royal word was given, By which all our hopes were crushed, Was there silence up in heaven?

Were the Hallelujahs hushed ?

When the shining golden sceptre Touched the form we loved so well, as we wished we could have kept her, That she still with us might dwell; While the messenger descended, Calling her from us away, While our knees in prayer were bended, Pleading hard for her to stay ; Was there restless earnest longing Mid the white-robed choral band, As with eager footsteps thronging At the gate they took their stand?

Was there overflowing gladness, On each bright expectant face, While our hearts were bowed with sadness,

And we mourned her vacant place ?

Ah! methinks that when she entered Those celestial courts above, Every thought and eye was centred On the object of their love, That the silence then was broken By triumphant bursts of song, For the word the King had spoken, Which had bid her join their throng.

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But she passed them all unheeded, With a quick impatient spring ; As she onward, onward speeded, Till she stood before her King.

How her raptured eyes would glisten, With a lustre, oh, so bright !

And she still would stand to listen, And to reyel in that sight !

Then methinks she struck the chorus, And her rich melodious voice Was above their tones sonorous, Even sweeter and more choice.

But to us the echo, stealing, Of the beautiful refrain, Bringeth life, and light, and healing, Bidding us look up again.

Now we need not, cannot sorrow, We must wipe our tears away ; And from her example borrow Courage in the darkest day.

We must think of her as dwelling In the presence of her King, Where the angel-voices swelling Make the palace walls to ring.

If we daily do our duty With her singleness of aim, We shall see His wondrous beauty, And shall magnify His name.

We may not be highly gifted, We may fill a little space ; But the meek shall be uplifted, And the pure ones see His face,

ELLEN LAKSIIMI GOREN.

MEMORIALS OF F. R. 7.

"THE GATES

OF HEAVEN."

In the forefront of God's embattled host, Long in her Master's service had she striven,

So she could raise the evangelic boast— 'Splendid to be so near the Gates of Heaven."

Amid the sacred choir who praise the King A harp of sweetest strings to her was given ;

And now she felt what she was wont to sing— 'Splendid to be so near the Gates of Heaven."

With self-consuming labour she had cast In the world's careless mass the gospel leaven,

And now could say, her tired hand stayed at last,— 'Splendid to be so near the Gates of Heaven."

Much had she loved Him whom she had not seen; The veil which hid His face was almost riven ;

Deep was the outburst of her joy serene— 'Splendid to be so near the Gates of Heaven."

And now she stands before the Father's throne, The Lamb who once was slain, the Spirits seven ;

Ah, who can tell the bliss which thrills her tone— '¢Splendid to be zwethinz the Gates of Heaven !"

RICHARD WILTON, M.A.

Londesborough Rectory

In MEMORIAM,

FRANCES RIDLEY

HAVERGAL.

FAREWELL, fond spirit, bright before the throne, Radiant thy robe, transfigured like the sun ;

Angel of song, with harp and heart and voice, N ear the bright Seraphim of God rejoice ;

C ould we but see thee in thy '' palace" fair, E ver with God, His glory now to share, Should we not sing our loudest chorus there?

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R est thee, dear soul, thy toils and trials o'er, In Heaven is rest, for pilgrims evermore ;

Death takes the body out of mortal sight, Life lifts the spirit into Heaven's own light ;

E ver with God, thy fathers' God, to be, Y outh without age, a bright Eternity.

Hark!

'tis a song, as never sung before ; Anthem more sweet, from yon bright happy shore,

V oice ever thrilling, singing now aboye, Endless its praises of the Father's love.

Rest, aching head! for after toil is rest ; God takes thee home—home to thy Father's breast,

All weary pain and travel of the road Lost in the light and glory of thy God!

Rosert Macuire, D.D,

SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO."

'*SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO!"

The joys of time are waning ; The friends I loved so well have hastened on before ;

And, as they passed away,—my longing heart restraining, I've asked when JZ should join them on the blessed shore ?

"SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO!" for heaven is wondrous dearer, Since cherished human links have bound me to the Throne !

Oft hath the veil seemed rent, and heaven itself been nearer, As hope by hope hath faded,—some but newly blown!

'¢SoO BEAUTIFUL 10 GO!" to leave earth's many sorrows, To enter on the fulness of eternal joy !

But I had fondly dreamt of many bright to-morrows,— Of harder labour still in my dear Lord's employ !

'SO REAUTIFUL TO GO!" for now my spirit boundeth At mention of that name,—that Name I love the best !

Behold a shoreless sea faith's plummet never soundeth, — The name of Jesus,-—telling me of peace and rest}

MEMORIALS OF F. R. f1.

"SO BEAUTIFUL TO Go," then!—I shall be with Jesus ; Yea, with that glorious Father He made known to me;

Whose love that ''passeth knowledge" did from sin release us, And who now calls me with Him evermore to be!

"(SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO!" my life of trusting ended, — For I have trusted Thee, Lord Jesus, day by day ;

And I have sung to others how Thy love transcended Earth's noblest joys, in many a brief, but heartfelt lay!

'*SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO !" yet I had hoped to linger Among Thy chosen ones, to sing yet blither songs ;

For my supremest joy hath been, a humble singer, To win fresh trophies to the blood-washed throngs!

'*SO BEAUTIFUL TO GO!" yea, it will be 'far better" } *Twas always better far to bow to Thy sweet will ;

And I have ¢rusted, Saviour, to the very letter, Thy well-tried promises,—am dyizg, trusting still!

And thus she passed away ;—so beautiful in dying, As she had been in living,—grand in simple faith :

Her watchword, '' Zrust Him," tells the secret underlying Her fragrant life of beauty, her victorious death !

So beautiful! And now she, being dead, yet speaketh !

Her songs of faith and hope shall never, never die !

And even by her last, sweet, lifelike words she seeketh To.prove that szmple trust will our last foe defy !

Then be it ours to garner, as a peerless treasure, Those living words that such a vital courage show 3

Ever to trust in Jesus,—love Him without measure ; Then, too, or song shall be '' How BEAUTIFUL TO Go!*

EDWIN CHas, WRENFORD,

Milibank House, Nairn, Fune 5th, 1879.

ALTENDIX.

FUNE 3rd, 1879. s*SucH sad, sad news."

We say 3 And the heart bids forth weak tears.

Our foolish eyes, through their own mists dim, Cannot see the resting joy of Him Who treads with her the golden way, Where the star-lamps pale in the passing ray,

And the throne uplifted nears, It came with such high urgency— The summons from-her King!

He might not be denied to stay Through the weary night, and faint hope of day, In that quiet home beside the sea ; Who would not charge an angel's wing His message to His own to bring.

And we held our dear one lovingly :— Ah, the strong, scarred Hand we could not see,

When one tender touch on her wrist had lain, Stayed its faint pulse with ecstasy, And made our claspings vain.

Was there not a whispered name?

"Thou art Mine—My wanted one !

In Our palace that stands by the crystal sea, Thy place is ready—up near to Me; The seas of earth ever chafe and moan, On her sweetest homes are her shadows thrown,

And her night must fall the same ;— No murmur is heard, no dimness known, In My land beyond the sun."

It is sweet to prepare our home With Love's: close-searching thought,

Lo)

MEMORIALS OF J, R. I,

All through a long, glad day, for one Who for us true, loving work has done:

To arrange the seat where the warm rays come— Where the fairest view is caught, And a little picture shall meet the eye That the dear hand painted in years gone by:

To gather and place our guarded flowers, And set out all our choicest things, — Chiding slow Time through the counted hours

That we? fold so close their wings ;— Coming pausingly back, ere the step we meet,

To make sure of all we have planned, to grect With voiceless welcomings.

And the joy—in our home made fair, Yet again to clasp a hand ; To meet the full light of dear, trustful eyes,

And watch for the smile of glad surprise At Love's simple triumphs there ; While the day is fading off the land, As the sun shuts slowly his opal gate, And in the tremulous, fragrant air, All through the hush of the hours we wait

For the sentinel stars that come forth late, In their gleaming watch to stans.

Ah! we dare not grudge to the Master His joy In her gaze of speechful love At the unpriced treasures His Love has bought,

The gathered bliss of Eternal Thought ; In the hidden face raised wonderingly At a memory of fervent words inwrought, An echo of her own music caught In the melodies above :

As the dim earth sinks wearily .

Beneath the verge of a waveless sea, And so near her Saviour's breast, From the white-robed ones who round her press

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With offered stars her crown to gem, She learns the accent of the hymn That may not be sung by Seraphim ; Its rapture of bliss is sealed to them— That is filling the endless silences Where unsetting glories rest.

In this little life's chill twilight \ve shall miss her sweet words and strong ;

Yet for us the stars shall come with night, And through all the pitiless heat of the day

Our hearts must wrestle, and throb, and pray, And trust for Evensong.

Would we take from His heart one joyous thrill Who for us bore all the shame?

In the still, lifted light of the Sapphire Throne hat no child of earth may behold alone, She hears a voice :—"I will, Father, that Mine whom Thou gavest Me Be with Me where I am." — And while the heavens are swept and bowed

By the might of the angel-song, And veiling their hills as a golden cloud, Float by the ransomed throng; She lifts to His an untroubled face, That caught of Heaven's light a wondrous grace,

When It lit earth's frontier dim.

Homie, in the palace of her King !

Yet in her loyal heart a prayer That only may be spoken now, With the promised glory on her brow, That in fullest service, and sweetest hymn,

Iler love may sé#// its tribute bring To His—that led her there.

_S. G. Prout, aurHor oF "Never Say Dis." cc

MEMORIALS OF F. R. H.

IN MEMORIAM.—F. R. H.

WHERE are the well-remembered lays, Whose lingering echoes memory still Prolongs, with fond regretful gaze, Bent heavenward, toward the holy hill?

Where the sweet voice whose tones are mute, The magic music of the lute?

Whither have wended the unearthly strains, Too pure, too full of heaven to die on earth's dark plains?

They die not!

As the opening flower, That drooped at night with closéd eye, Awakes with morn's reviving power, In beauty, when. the sun is nigh ; F'en so the notes of praise expand, Diviner, in the spirit land, Breathing immortal incense of the skies,

Blended in sweet accord with heavenly harmonies, Instinct e'en here with life Divine, Attuned to heaven e'en here on earth, With brighter beauty now they shine, What men call death is their new birth; In sweeter melody they rise, Fragrant as flowers of paradise; Like the angelic choir, they cannot die,

Preludes of triumph-songs of immortality !

E'en while they spring to life and light, Wafted on seraph-wings to heaven, Their beauty lingers round our night, Their sweetness to our earth is given 3 Upon our darkling path below Their glory, streaming, gilds our woe, Their heaven-born tone, earth's voices in refrain,

Mingling responsive music, echo back again.

Sydling Vicarage, Dorset.

W. J. Vernon, B.A.

APPENDIX.

"SWEET SINGER AND YET STRONG."

SWEET singer! singing long Songs that have found an echo in the heart Of thousands, in life's conflict bearing part—

Sweet singer, and yet strong !

The strength and sweetness meet In thee, as day-dawn on some mountain's head, Or summer sunset on the ocean shed— Strong singer, and yet sweet !

Wise singer! To the sad Giving the comfort that thy God gave thee, Even to "all" thy "living," it may be— Wise singer, making glad!

Glad singer! upon eyes Opened to see the light that shone for thine, A brighter light, thy singing brought, would shine—

Glad singer, making wise !

God's singer! In a land Of alien thought and language thou didst sing The songs of Zion; now before thy King, Blest singer, thou dost stand!

Thine earthly singing o'er— Thy singing sweet, and strong, and glad, and wise— Thou art, among the choir of paradise, A singer evermore !

Swaffield, North Walsham, G. R. Taylor, M.A.

Fune 10th, 1879.

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MEMORIALS OF F. R. A.

IN MEMORY OF F. R. H.,

WHO ENTERED INTO REST JUNE 3RD, 1879.

Aged 42 Years.

Forty-Two stations, and then fair Canaan's rest, God's Israel journeyed, and in full time were blest ;

The number of the waymarks their Guide could tell, The route of all the wanderings He ordered well.

(Numbers xxxiii.) Forty-two portions according to God's will, Varied the labours, and diverse too the skill;

Forty-two portions, then Salem's wall was raised, The work was finished—Jehovah God was praised.

(Nehemiah iii.) Forty-two descents, and then the Christ was born, Crown and sceptre His, and ours the eternal morn ;

The hour of Advent all wisely fixed above, '* Forty-two," counted by rich Almighty Love.

(Matthew i. 17.) Forty-two brief years, and then the rest of heaven, God's pure home was hers, the welcome sweet was given ;

Journeys and buildings, all now for ever o'er, 'Neath Love's own banner, " with Christ" for evermore.

(Philippians i. 23.)

A. C. THISELTON.

Parsonage, Upper Bagot St., Dublin,

APPENDIX.

FUNE 3rd, 1879.

THE Church's sweetest minstrel Has left her ranks to-day ; The Master sent His summons To call her hence away; A summons to His presence, To see Him face to face, To share with Him His glory, In her appointed place.

She sees Him in His beauty, 'Phe King" she served so well, Of whose perfections daily She loved so much to tell.

His least command she followed, His slightest wish obeyed ; So when His herald met her, She could not be afraid.

But oh! our sweet, sweet singer, Gone from our midst for aye!

Who now shall lead our choirs Since thou hast passed away?

No hand can tune the lyre So tenderly as thine ; No other voice can reach us, With strains almost Divine.

Thousands on earth have loved thee, Who never saw thy face ; In countless hearts thy teachings Have found abiding place.

The truths which thou hast uttered, In purest melody, --Flave reached thé souls' of ee ja - Though dit-unkitoWr tothe +

MEMORIALS OF F. R. 4H.

Through England's wide dominions We mourn from shore to shore,

That FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL

Is in our midst no more.

That name so dear, so precious, Loved as a '' household word,"

Henceforth to us is sacred, For she is '' with the Lord !"

We mourn in silent sadness The loss we have sustained ; The tears still flow unbidden, Our hearts within are pained.

And yet we dare not murmur, Nor ask why this must be, Since God's own hand has silenced That sweetest minstrelsy.

ALICE FORREST,

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

FRUITFUL in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God.—Col. i. 10.

Rooted and built up in Him.—Col. ii. 7.

A chosen vessel unto Me, to bear My name,—A¢cfés ix. 15.

N ow lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.—Zzke ii. 29.

Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether by life or by death.—FPAil. 1. 20.

Everlasting joy shall be upon their head.—Jsa. li. 11.

Satisfied with favour, and full with the blessing of the Lord.— Deut. Xxxiii. 23.

Rise up, My love, My fair one, and come away !—Cant. ii. 10.

If ye loved Me, ye would rejoice.— John xiv. 28.

Delight thyself also in the Lord.—Ps. xxxvii. 4.

Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.—JPs. xe. 17.

Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord !—Moi#t, xxv. 21.

Y e know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.

—1 Cor.xv.58.

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Having the glory of God, her light was like unto a stone most precious.— ev, xxi. II.

As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters. — Cant. ii. 2.

Verily, verily, I say unto you .

. your sorrow shall be turned into joy.—Fohx xvi. 20.

Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone.—Fohn xii. 24.

Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I say, rejoice.— Piil. iv. 4.

God Himself shall be with them, and be their God.—Zev. xxi. 3.

And they shall see His face, and His name shall be in their foreheads.— Rev, xxii. 4.

Let Me go, for the day breaketh.—Gen. xxxii. 26.

"| trust I shall shortly see thee, and we shall speak face to face."—3 John 14.

EmMILy M. CoomMBE.

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NoTE TO PAGE 159.

THE melancholy story of the running down of a vessel a few years ago in Dunedin harbour, shortly after her arrival from England, will be remembered..

The family alluded to (a clergyman, his wife, young children—the youngest an infant, and faithful servant) were the only persons remaining on board, and were drowned. The crew were all on deck, and just escaped» F. R. H.and her friend were speaking of death and what constituted its sadness to the Christian ; and they agreed there were only two sad ingredients, previous sickness and pain, and sefaration.

'Thus, in this singular instance of a whole family's entrance together into glory, for ¢iem it was indeed

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DEATH AND LIFE.

Ir was-a day of Death, But not a day of tears ;— A day of wondrous change, But not of hopes and fears, No parting look was given, No farewell word was spoken, As the link that kept eight souls from heaven

By a single touch was broken.

No heart-ache and no pain,— No weary breath, no sighing,— No speechless look of love,— No death-watch and no dying:

No eyes were softly closed, No hands were gently folded, No living face hung in anguish wild O'er the statue Death had moulded.

It was a day of Life, A day of wondrous bliss ;— What entrance through the gates of pearl

Could ever equal this !

How rapturous then the greeting, What looks of love outspoken, As the union of those souls in heaven Was sealed, ne'er to be broken !

M. C., 1867,

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One Hour with Jesus, "Talso .

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The Five Benefits.

The Sowers, Precious Things.

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AN, Shining for Jesus.

Consecration Hymn.

Song in the Night.

Enough, True-hearted, Whole-hearted.

" From Glory unto Glory."

Thy Father Waits.

Increase our Faith.

What will you do without Him ?

" Precious Blood."

Will you not Come?

Reality.

Without Carefulness.

"THE PERPETUAL PRESENCE."

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Carbs, in large type, with tape for hanging up, 3d. each.

CONSECRATION. HYMN.

"* This I did for thee ; what doest thou for Me?"

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LOVE AND LIGHT FOR THE NEW YEAR, Series I.

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CHRISTMAS SUNSHINE, Series Il.

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LOVE AND LIGHT FOR THE NEW YEAR, Series Il.

2s, MESSAGES

FOR THE SORROWFUL.

By FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

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HELGA VON CRAMM.

(Wo. 7.) 25. the set.

These designs may also be had as a set of BIRTHDAY CARDS, with Wishes, by F. R. HAVERGAL. as.

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LOVING MESSAGES FOR MY YOUNG FRIENDS.

By F. R. HAVERGAL.

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LEAFLETS

IN VERSE.

By Frances RIDLEY HAVERGAL, Author of " Ministry of Song," etc.

Packets I, II., III., and IV.

Price Sixpence each.

(London: J. NisBeT & Co.) Packet I. coNTAINS:

The Right Way.

Christ's Recall.

A Lull in Life.

Wait Patiently.

Thine Eyes shall See.

The Things left behind.

Master, Say on.

I did this for thee.

Early Faith.

Rest.

> Everlasting Love.

Packet II. conratns:

The Great Teacher.

A Great Mystery.

God's Message.

Not your Own.

Disappointment.

Faith's Question.

All your Need.

Thy Will be Done.

Faith and Reason.

Whose I am, etc.

Be not Weary.

Thanksgiving.

Packet III. conTAIns:

The Lord our Righteous.

Have you not a Word for Jesus Only.

[Jesus ?

Listening in Darkness.

Now and Afterward, Our glorious Head.

Safe in Jesus.

The Covenant of Grace.

Accepted, Perfect, etc.

Certainly I will be with Chosen in Christ.

[thee.

Evening Tearsand Mornness.

The Promise by the FaTo Thee.

[ther, etc.

Under His Shadow.

Whom having not Seex ing Songs.

Everlasting Blessings.

Grace and Glory. ye Love.

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I could not do without Ts it for me?

[Thee.

Light at. Eventide.

Peaceable Fruit, Right.

Sanctified.

Thine is the Power.

Tempted and Tried.

The Comingof the Healer, The Lull of Eternity.

Advent Song.

Another for Christ.

A Worker's Prayer, etc.

Compensation.

Confidence.

MUSICAL

LEAFLETS.

Is. 62, per 100.

By F. R. HAVERGAL.

New Year's Hymn.

" Now!"

Tell it out among the heathen.

Who is on the Lord's side?

Singing for Jesus.

HAVE YOU NOT A WORD

FOR JESUS?P

A question for all who love Him, By FRaNcEs RIDLEY HAVERGAL Price Is. 6d. per 100.

HOLIDAY WORK:

A Pedestrian Tour in Switzerland.

By F. R. HAVERGAL.

Price Id.

SERIES OF LARGE CARDS.

U did This. | ' | Precious Blood.

Take my Life.

I am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus.

PUBLISHED BY J, AND R. PARLANE, PAISLEY.

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Gilt edges, 2s. 6d. ; Limp French Morocco, 38.; Morocco extra, 6s. ; Russia plain, 7s.

COMED Let VER DAYS:

A Register of Anniversaries and Birthdays.

With Texts, and Original Verses written by Frances RmpLtEy HAveERGAL, for each day in the year.

LATEST

SUNDAY-SCHOOL AND OTHER CARDS,

By FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

* MIZPAH," or, Messages to Absent Friends.

Six Bible selections by F. R. H., illuminated on floral folding cards. ae, e

"* MIZPAH," or, Messages to Absent Friends.

Six Original Verses by F. R. H., illuminated on floral folding cards, rae A

EVERLASTING FLOWERS.

Two Packets, each containing Four Floral Cards, with Texts and Original Verses by F. R. H.

Price gd. each.

(142) (142a) HYMNS.

By F. R. H.

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ROVAL FRUIT.

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SACRED SONGS

FOR LITTLE

SINGERS.

The words by FRANCES RipLEY HAvERGAL, the music composed and arranged by

ALBERTO RANDEGGER.

1. Flowers.

7. The Moon.

2. Sunday.

8. Jessie's Friend.

3. Evening Prayer. g. The Bower. a. Stars. to. Trust.

5. My Little Tree.

11. The Dying Sister.

6. Thy Kingdom Come. iz. The Angel's Song.

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"ECHOES FROM THE WORD."

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Advent.— Christmas.— Epiphany.— Lent.—Easter. — Ascension.—Whitsuntide.—Trinity.

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'HIM WITH WHOM WE HAVE TO DO."

Written by Miss Havercat shortly before her death, for the January number of the Day 9/

Days.

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MUSIC BY MISS HAVERGAL.

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'God bless the Boys of England."

Words by the Rev. Dr. MAGuiRE.

""The Good Old Church of England.'"?

Words by the Rev. W. BLaks

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** O'er the Plains." A Christmas Carol. Words by the Rev. W. J. VERNon, B.A.

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"MY BIBLE STUDY:"

For the Sundays of the Year.

Printed in Fac-Simile from Post-cards sent by F. R. H. to "'H. B." during the years 1878 and 1879.

WITHIN THE PALACE GATES.

Memorials of FRANCES RipLtey HaverGcaL.

By the Rev. CHartes Buttock, B.D.

Sixth Thousand, in bevelled cloth, gilt.

Price 1s.

Contents.

I. THz Rovat Messace.

II. THe Parace Gates.

III. Txe

SwEeT SINGER AND THE READY WRITER.

IV. Roya Books,

V. MISSIONARY

MEMORIAL,

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NEVER SAY "DIE."

A Tak witH OLD FRIENDS.

By SAMUEL GILLESPIE PROUT,

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ConTENTS.—I. Never say '' Die."

11. Bought Water.

111. God's terms.

Iv. Blunders. v. Rags and Righteousness. vi. Taking Sides. vit, A Wonderful Gift. vit. Saviour and Judge.

1x. Marvellous Love. xX. The Sure Hope. x1. New Life and Compressed Life. x11, Rest and Comfort. x11I. The Aim and the Claim.

'*A splendid little book for evangelistic use.

It says just the very things one wants to say or get said to all the dark and weary outsiders.

There is.a curious freshness and force throughout, and the 'free salvation' and the ' marvellous love' are told out with enviable power.

I wish it could be put into the hands of every man and lad in the kingdom, and read at all the mothers' meetings too.

I am sure Christian workers only »2ed to know it, to adopt it as one of their best tools.

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL."

% WHOSE LUCK?" A Birt or TALK witH FISHERMEN.

By thesame Author.

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LIST OF WORKS BY MISS F. R. HAVERGAL.

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COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS.

** A book replete with beauty." —Record.

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Small 4to, 12s.

SWISS LETTERS AND ALPINE POEMS.

Written during Several Tours in Switzerland.

With Twelve Illustrations by the Baroness HELGA von CramMM.

Small 4to, 125.

LiFe CHORDS.

The Earlier and Later Poems of the late Frances Ridley Havergal.

With Twelve Chromo-Lithographs of Alpine Scenery, etc , from designs by the Baroness HELGA von CrAmM, in one of which is introduced a Portrait of the Author in the ninth year of her age.

Fourteenth Thousand.

Small 4to, 128.

LIFE MOSAIC:

"The Ministry of Song" and " Under the Surface.'

IN ONE VOLUME.

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Beautifully printed by Kaufmann of Lahr-Baden.

TREASURE TROVE. A Selection from some Unpublished Writings of Miss F. R. Havergal.

With coloured borders.

32mo, ts.

MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS.

Hitherto Unpublished.

Fifth edition.

Crown 8vo, 55.

VY LEAVES:

Being Thoughts for a Month, from Miss Havergal's Poems.

With elegant coloured borders.

16mo, rs.

UNDER HIS SHADOW.

Last Poems of the late FRANCES RipLeY HAVERGAL.

32m0, 1s. 6d.

THE MINISTRY OF SONG.

32mo, 1s. 6d.

UNDER THE SURFACE.

Poems.

32mo, Is. 6d.

MORNING STARS; or, Names of Christ for His Little Ones.

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MORNING BELLS;

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AND.

LITTLE PILLOWS; or, Good-Night Thoughts for the Little Ones.

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THE ROYAL INVITATION; or, Daily Thoughts on Coming to Christ.

a RESPONSES;

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MY KING; or, Daily Thoughts for the King's Children.

~ ROYAL COMMANDMENTS ; or, Morning Thoughts for the King's Servants.

ROYAL BOUNTY; or, Evening Thoughts for the King's Guests.

STARLIGHT THROUGH

THE sa and other Gleams from the King's Word.

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BEN BRIGHTBOOTS, and other True Stories.

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BRUEY: A Little Worker for Christ, Small crown 8vo, 35. @d. ; also Cheaper Editions, ts. sewed, and 1s. 6d. cloth limp.

THE FOUR HAPPY DAYS. A'Srorv ror CHILDREN.

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LILIES AND SHAMROCKS.

16mo, 1s.

SONGS OF PEACE AND JOY. The Words selected from '*The Ministry of Song" and '' Under the Surface," by Frances Ripiry HavercaL.

The Music by CHaRLEs H.

Purpay.

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MEMORIALS of FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

By her Sister, M. V. G. H.

PLEASANT FRUITS; or, Records of the Cottage and the Glass.

By MARIA' V.G, Havercat.

Fifth edition.

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