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ning, Wesleyan Association; and the Rev. B. Evans, Baptist minister. A feeling of exquisite delight and enthusiasm prevailed during the whole of the evening; and the friends separated with the determination to pursue their.
work of faith and labour of love with increasing diligence. The amount of support our school received from the public, generally, exceeded that of any former occasion. W. C.
Died at Whitehaven, on Feb. 9,1842, David Abann. Our late beloved brother had been sincerely endeavouring to serve God, according to the light he enjoyed for upwards of twenty years; about eighteen of which he enjoyed a clear sense of the love of God, and was zealous in his cause. He was naturally very reserved, but intelligent and discriminating; he did the work of the Lord with diligence and fidelity. For several months he endured great sufferings, with great meekness and exemplary patience, until he conquered all, by sweetly falling asleep in Jesus, and entered into that rest which remains for the people of God. J. T.
Died at Whitehaven, on Feb. 1,1842, Thomas Lewin. Our late dear brother enjoyed pure religion for thirty years; twelve of which he was a leader. Deep humility, ardent love, strong fuitb, burning zeal, obedience to God, and universal charity to man, were the leading features of bis private cbaracter. He was regular in bis attention to private and family prayer: these and his Bible, his class, and the house of God, were his delight. His death was sudden, yet it was gloriously peaceful and bappy. "Let me die the death of the righteous. Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." i. T.
When summer decks the plains with bloom.
The garden scents with sweet perfnme.
The lofty tree, the mountain heath.
And flowers that form the garland wreath,
While these admiring with delight,
The Evergreen escapes our sight,
But rolling time moves swiftly on,
When summer beauties are all gone.
No short liv'd days nor lengthen'd nights.
No snowy storms, or winter blights.
Fit emblem of the Righteous here.
Unheeded by the world they are;
While men of pleasure, riches, might,
The Christian with increasing light
When life shows symptoms of decline,
More beauteous then his graces shine,
His Saviour's smiling presence cheers
The thoughts of death calls forth no fear.
And when fulfill'd that gospel truth,
He stands in ever-blooming youth.
CONFIDENCE IN GOD.
Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear;
T. C JOHNS, PRINTER, Ktd Lioa Court, Fleet Street.
WESLEYAN METHODIST ASSOCIATION
MEMOIR OF THE LATE ELIZABETH TABB,
OF ST. MABYN, CORNWALL.
By Mr. Arthur Gaved.
Thb subject of this memoir was born at St. Mabyn, in the Camelford and Wadebridge Circuit, July 13th, 1817. In the early period of her life her natural temper was most amiable, and gained her the love of her relations and acquaintances. She was the subject of Divine impressions from her childhood; but remaining a stranger to the converting grace of God, her youthful days were passed away in that state of almost irreproachable indecision which often characterizes the conduct of young people.
In November 1831 it pleased the Almighty to visit her with the typhus fever, which threatened "to be unto death;" but after six months of severe suffering, contrary to the expectations of all around her, she was raised from the bed of affliction, and frequently, during the after part of her life, she has been heard to express her gratitude and praises to the Giver of all good, for sparing her until she found the precious pearl of pardoning love.
In June 1835 she removed from St. Mabyn to St. Austell, to learn the dress making business; and under the direction of Divine providence, was placed with a pious female: this was an eventful part of her history. She was now an inmate of a family who feared God. Here the word of God was highly prized; and the good man of the house might be found surrounded by the family circle, reading a portion of that blessed book, and then with bended knees, before the footstool of Divine mercy, imploring the blessing of his heavenly Father to rest on himself and on those committed to his care. How many heads of families who are professors of religion will stand abashed, in the great day of accounts, when eharged with the neglect of the important duty of offering prayer before the Lord and reading His holy word!
Several of the members of the family being united to the Conference Methodist Society, Elizabeth was affectionately invited to accompany them to the public ordinances of God's house; and it appears every endeavour was made to induce her to cast in her lot among the people of God; they earnestly desired to have her as a companion in their journey towards the promised land. These kind persuasions had the desired effect. Elizabeth soon became anxious respecting the concerns of her immortal soul, and felt an ardent desire to flee from the " wrath to come." She felt a great inclination to be united to the Methodist Society, but being totally unacquainted with the nature of class meetings—fear and shame combined kept her away for some time from this precious means of grace. Oh that this delightful soul-invigorating, soul-helping means were more known to penitent seekers of salvation! How many thousands, it is to be feared, who have been "pricked to the heart" under the faithful ministry of the Gospel, have again lost their good impressions, and finally sunk into the pit of despair in consequence of their not attending a class meeting! How little does the young convert know of the difficulties, dangers, and intricacies of the way, the snares of the world, the subtilty of the enemy, and above all, of the deceitfulness of his own heart; but having once become identified with the church of God, he finds in the class meeting the instruction and help he requires: our class leaders and experienced Christians point out the way, and minister consolation. In the class meeting the trembling sinner—whose labouring conscience has been groaning under the burden of guilt, and who has been led to exclaim with respect to himself, " Surely the mercy of God is clean gone for ever; who can shew me any good ?"—has there found others who were once precisely in the same situation—there he has heard them declare how, when, and where, their burdened souls were set at liberty. Thus the penitent has been encouraged; he has ventured on Jesus, the Rock of Ages, has been saved by faith in him, walked in the light of God's countenance, witnessed a good confession on earth, and finally reached the desired haven. But to return to our narrative.—
Elizabeth being present at the St. Austell Conference Methodist chapel one Sabbath evening, heard the preacher request the members of one of the classes to remain after the public service to renew their quarterly tickets, and he invited those -who were seeking salvation to remain with them; especially such as contemplated union with the Church of Christ. She resolved to stay, and as the minister proceeded to address the several members, she thought this must surely be like a class meeting. Fearing that the preacher would also speak to her, she trembled exceedingly. When he came to the place where she sat, he spoke to her; but poor Elizabeth was covered with shame and confusion, and, to use her own words, 'felt like a criminal, and like the person mentioned in the Gospel, who had not on the wedding garment, and was speechless.' From this period, however, the religious character of Elizabeth assumed a more definite form; she felt unceasing concern for the salvation of her soul, and resolved to yield to the strivings of the Holy Spirit.
A short time after she accompanied some friends to a chapel about three miles distant, where the Lord had recently, in a most gracious manner, revived his work. Whilst there the Holy Spirit wrought most powerfully on her mind. She was so deeply convinced of her need of salvation, that she fell on her knees in the midst of the congregation, and cried aloud in the Publican's language, "God be merciful to me a sinner," and remained in an agony of prayer, wrestling with God with the resolution of Jacob, "I will not let thee go unless thou bless me." The Lord heard the voice of her supplication, and before she left the chapel spoke peace to her soul. Having thus received assurance of the Divine favour, her grief was turned into holy joy, her "midnight into day." From this time she grew in grace and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. The holy Scriptures now became endeared to her heart; and by searching them, she increased in knowledge, wisdom, and joy: it appears that she retained a full assurance of her acceptance with God from this period to the day of her death. In her experience, that Scripture was delightfully fulfilled, "Blessed are the people that know the joyful sound, they shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance; in thy righteousness shall they he exalted, and in thy name shall they rejoice all the day."
Not long after her conversion she was again laid under an afflicting dispensation of Providence, which once more apparently brought her very near the gates of death. All hopes of her recovery were banished; but with God all things are possible, and she was again restored to a measure of health and strength. Her delicate constitution, however, received so severe a shock that it laid the foundation of pulmonary consumption, which finally brought her to the grave. Little is known respecting her experience in this affliction, she being at that time under the care of an aunt residing at Grampound, to which place she was removed from St. Austell, in consequence of her illness. It appears, however, that the bed of suffering was cheered by the delightful prospect of a blessed immortality. In the latter part of the year 1839 her health was sufficiently re-established to permit her return to her native village—to the great joy of her affectionate parents, who had given up all hopes of seeing her again domiciled under their roof. For some time her disorder lay in an incipient state, and it was not until about the following April that it was discovered to have fixed upon her lungs.
In the latter end of August, 1839, we were graciously favoured at St. Mabyn with such a wonderful outpouring of the Spirit of all grace, as had never before been known in the neighbourhood. This visitation of Divine mercy continued, without interruption, for upwards of five weeks; and although, in this agricultural locality, a great majority of the people were busily engaged in the harvest field, yet nearly all the inhabitants of the village and neighbourhood, with one accord, flocked to the Association chapel night after night, when the toils of the harvest day were over. Week after week passed away—still the chapel continued to be crowded with attentive hearers. Very many were fully convinced of their deplorable condition without an interest in Christ Jesus. Many were the tears, cries, and prayers offered to God, imploring salvation. Scores of persons found the remission of their sins, through the blood of our blessed Redeemer, who yet continue walking in the fear of the Lord to the present time. Oh! with what delight and joy did our dear sister, on her return, greet some of her old acquaintances, who, a short time previous, had been brought to a saving knowledge of the truth, and who were now on their pilgrimage towards the heavenlyCanaan! Immediately on her return to St. Mahyn, Elizabeth joined the Wesleyan Methodist Association; and, although labouring under great weakness, and even pain, she embraced every opportunity of attending both the public and private means of grace. Her bodily strength, however, gradually declined, but her soul was more and more renewed in health and vigour. As she approached her heavenly Father's house, she had bright and elevated views of joys to come, and more than ever abounded in faith, hope, and charity. The language of her heart was—
"O love, thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallow'd up in thee;
Nor spot of guilt remains in me;
Sunday, Jan. b, 1840, was the last Sabbath our sister was enabled to assemble with the people of God in his sanctuary. On the evening of that day she had an opportunity of receiving the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, which was administered by our highly esteemed friend and brother, the Rev. Aaron Weston, who was at that time stationed in the Camelford and Wadebridge Circuit, and whose labours amongst us were rendered peculiarly useful. Very many at St Mabyn, who were the seals of his ministry, bear ample testimony of their affectionate regard for him, whenever his name is mentioned. The following day was observed as a day of public thanksgiving to Almighty God, for the gracious visitation which the circuit had experienced in this memorable revival of His work. Elizabeth made an effort again to reach the chapel; and Mr. Weston preached from "To-day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts." This was the last sermon she heard—the last time her strength would permit her to visit the house of God.
From this period she was almost entirely confined to her room, and gradually became worse, until the beginning of May, when she was reduced to such a state of weakness as to be entirely confined to her bed. Her dissolution was almost daily expected; yet it pleased God afterwards to lengthen out the brittle thread of life for fourteen months; during which time she was a striking example of patience and resignation to the will of her heavenly Father. Amidst all her sufferings, which were at times very acute, she never was known to manifest anything like impatience or discontent; but her placid and cheerful temper seemed to diffuse comfort and happiness on all around her. A smiling God, an approving conscience, and a delightful prospect of felicity beyond the grave, are admirably calculated to produce peace and contentment in the dying Christian. Christians, both old and young, delighted to visit this daughter of affliction. Some delighted to come many miles to enjoy the conversation of the suffering saint. A smile of complacency invariably beamed on her countenance. She experienced the truth that "God is love." She claimed him as her recon