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exact accord has been contrived between his ear and the sounds with which, at least in a rural situation, it is! almost every moment visited. All the world is sensible, of the uncomfortable effect that certain sounds have often upon the nerves, and consequently upon the spirits. And if a sinful world had been filled with such as would have curdled the blood, and have made the sense of hearing a perpetual inconvenience, I do not know that we should have had a right to complain. But now the fields, the woods, the gardens, have each their concert, and the ear of man is for ever regaled by creatures who seem only to please themselves. Even the ears that are deaf to the Gospel are continually entertained, though without knowing it, by sounds for which they are solely indebted to its Author. There is somewhere in infinite space & world that does not roll within the precincts of mercy, and as it is reasonable, and even Scriptural, to suppose that there is music in heaven, in these dismal regions perhaps the reverse of it is found ; tones so dismal as to make woe! itself more insupportable, and to accumulate even despair. But my paper admonishes me in good time to draw the reins, and to check the descant of my fancy into regions with which she is but too familiar."
I ought ere I close to say something about Cowper's Hymns. Indeed, I have in my mind a good deal that I would like to say ; but it is time that this letter was in the hands of the Editor. Indeed, I fear that it will be too 1 late. Besides, Uncle Joseph is not over well, and imperfect as this letter is, he must draw it to a close. He has read Cowper's Hymns many times. Some of them are i universal favourites with the Church of God. They breathe so true a spirit of devoutness, are so tender, 50 beautiful, so much in harmony with piety in its varied moods, that they will be sung by the pious to the end of time. I read an interesting anecdote the other day of that great, good man, Wilberforce. In the midst of the turmoils of a very stirring and exciting election, one of his agents, who had to meet him every day, says, “I usually put myself in his way when he came in from the hostings to
dress for dinner. On each day as he entered, I perceived that he was repeating to himself what seemed the same words : at length I was able to catch them, and tliey proved to be that stanza of Cowper's—
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree,
For those that follow Thee. I was much pleased with the anecdote, as a picture of the man Wilberforce, and I was also pleased because that verse is one that specially struck and impressed my own mind the first time I read Cowper's hymns through. It often comes up to memory in one's lonely musing walks, and with it I must take a hurried leave of yourselves and Cowper for the present. My next letter may be about "la Model Soldier." Your affectionate friend,
MEMOIR OF ELIZABETH MARTIN. Elizabeth Martin was one of a large family who came to reside at Low Moor, Clitheroe, in the year 1842
She was then nine years of age--from that time to the last Sabbath she spent on earth, she was regular in her attendance at our Sabbath-school. Before her conversion
to God she was very steady and decorous in all her
“I have been there, and still will go,
Though Elizabeth possessed many of those personal qualities, which are often a source of vanity and trouble to young women, yet she was remarkably modest and unassuming.
About two years ago her father died very suddenly, he left his work one hour and died the next; since that event she has often been heard to speak of the uncertainty of life, and of the importance of being always prepared to meet God; the words of our Lord seemed always upon her mind, she seldom told her Christian experience without referring to them, “ Be ye also ready, for in such an as ye think not the Son of man cometh.”
On the 15th of January, 1857, about two o'clock in the afternoon, while at her work in the mill, she fell down upon her knees; when raised up by those who worked near her, she said, it is death, it is death. She was carried home, her sufferings that afternoon, and the night following, were great beyond description, but in all her extreme pain, surrounded by her weeping friends and relatives, her mind was calm and peaceful, she appeared the only person in the room that conld look upon her sudden affliction with composure.
When her leader called to see her, she looked at him with a heavenly smile, and said, ( if it was not for this religion, what could I have done now; immediately after she sung
When I pass the verge of Jordan,
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee. The following morning she departed this life, bearing her humble testimony to the truth of those beautiful lines,
'Tis religion that can give,
The Sabbath following her death was a solemn day in the school, when we stood up to sing the hymn
“Why should our tears in sorrow flow, &c.” Tears glistened in almost every eye, the girls in her own class wept as if their little hearts would break. Many were the good resolutions formed that day. Many were the silent prayers breathed to heaven for grace to live and die as Elizabeth had done.
We hope that the life and death of this amiable young woman, will induce many of our young friends to remember their Creator in the days of their youth.
To be satisfied early with God's mercy is the only way to live a happy and useful life, and such a life is the most certain, if not the only way to secure a peaceful death, and a glorious entrance into the better land.
MEMOIR OF MARTHA WALLEY. Martha Walley was born at Hanley, Staffordshire, on the 29th of December, 1853. She began to attend the Sabbath-school when very young. She took great delight in being regular, and paid attention to the instructions given respecting Christ, and things which had reference to her everlasting welfare. She was an obedient child, and persevering in her religious duties. Her leisure hours would be spent in reading the Bible, or some other good book, and though very young she would commit to memory large portions of the word of God, and long pieces of poetry. She was fond of singing, indeed her taste and disposition were such as to gain the affections of those around her. She would often sympathize with her mother on behalf of the poor, and when she had money given to her, would have pleasure in relieving sonje distressed child. In this way she showed her kindness of heart. She was now nine years old.
About this time she so gained the affections of her uncle, who lived in Ireland, that with the consent of her