He came home with the intention of returning and spending the remainder of his days in India, but after a residence of some months in England, it became evident that his work in that country was finished. He therefore felt it his duty to resign the pastorate into the hands of the church who had shewn their esteem for him by contributing towards his support in England. From the time he left India till the end of June, 1860, they allowed him 300 rupees, or £30. a month, and from that date till the following December, 250 rupees a month.

In May, 1860, he was again seen on the platform of the Sunday School Union, encouraging the teachers in their work; and he was diligently and usefully employed in advocating the claims of missions throughout the United Kingdom. His last missionary tour was through Yorkshire, and on Friday, October 11, 1861, he returned from Bradford to the bosom of his family. In answer to an enquiry as to his health, he replied, "The old complaint; I feel ill, and am glad to get home." But he was as cheerful as usual, and spoke of what he had seen, and heard, and experienced in Yorkshire. He passed a very restless night, and the next morning the family physician was sent for, who was of opinion there was no immediate danger to be apprehended, but recommended rest and quiet. Dr. Boaz was engaged to preach the next day at Stoke Newington, and to attend a missionary meeting at Brighton on the following Tuesday. Not till Saturday evening would he consent to put off these engagements. In the evening, about eight, Behari Lal Singh called to take farewell, as he was about to leave for his native country. Dr. Boaz seemed exhausted and weak from the loss of blood. He gave his Native friend a copy of the Bible, and several copies for other Native Christians in India, which had been subscribed for by friends in England. This was his last act on earth; and then, in a feeble voice, he said, while tears suffused both their eyes, "Labour for Christ among your countrymen, and see that you meet me in heaven.". These were the last words he spoke to any person beyond the circle of his own household. Thus, his last act was a gift to India, and his last conversation was with a native of that land, for the welfare of which he had so long laboured.

During the night, he continued very restless, but neither he nor any of his family thought that the hand of death was upon him: there was no symptom of dissolution; but, about midnight, without a word or a sigh, he gently fell asleep in Jesus. On Thursday, October 17, his remains were interred in the Abney Park Cemetery, where rest the ashes of so many of his brethren in the ministry.

THE HONEST SUNDAY SCHOLAR.

AN old woman, in humble life, who resided in the cotton district, although not herself a "mill-hand," found, from the general depression of trade, that her little means were getting less and less, until the pressure grew too great for her to bear. In her sore poverty, she resolved to pack up the few articles she had left, and go to Preston, where she had a daughter, who was married, and with whom she might live. She went to take leave of the minister of a congregation of which she was a member; and on hearing her plan he endeavoured to dissuade her from it; urging her, if possible, to remain where she was, in hope of better times, and adding that perhaps her daughter might be even worse off than herself. "That cannot be," said the old woman, "for I am very poor, and have nothing left to live on; I will go to my daughterfor that will be shelter for me, at any rate." The minister, finding that she had so miserable a prospect if she remained in her old dwelling, kindly gave her the amount of her railway fare to Preston, and half-a-crown besides; and, with many thanks, she took her leave of him, and shortly afterwards departed on her journey. When she reached Preston Station a crowd of boys surrounded her, begging to carry her box, which she refused, as all the money now left in her purse, was a half-crown and three pennies. One poor lad, with a piteous look, besought her very earnestly to let him take it for her, adding, "I will carry it to any part of the town for twopence,-do let me, for it is the only way I can get a bit of bread,—and we're clemming at home."

Small as was the sum the old woman had, to begin anew her struggle with the world, she had a pitying heart-and the appeal thus made was enough. The lad shouldered her box, and followed her through the lamp-lit streets to a humble part of the town, where she knocked at the door of one of the houses-and after waiting awhile, and receiving no answer, she found it was locked. Supposing her daughter might be out on some errand, she desired the boy to put down the box; and, paying him for his services, she seated herself on it, by the door, to await the daughter's return. After a time the latter came up, and on finding her mother come to settle with her, burst into a lamentation-"O! why have you come! for we are starving. I have been out trying to get a morsel for the children, and I can'tWhat can we do?" Her mother calmed her a little, and begged

• Starving.

her to open the door. "Let us go in anyhow, I have a half-crown in my pocket, and you can take that, and buy something-and that will carry us over to-morrow, at any rate." They entered; and the old woman drew forth her purse to take the half-crown, when, to her dismay, she found she had paid it to the boy, in the dim light of the evening, in mistake for a penny. This was too much to bear, and both the women sank down and cried long and bitterly over the prospect before them. The mother, however, was a true Christian -and when the first burst of sorrow was past, her faith rose triumphant over all.

"Well!" said she, "never mind! we have two-pence left-and let us be thankful to God for that, and for a roof above our heads. You take it-it will buy bread for you and the children to-night-and I will go on to bed, for I shan't want any thing-and let us hope that God will provide for to-morrow when it comes." The daughter did accordingly-and that night passed away with its griefs and sorrows. With the early morning came a tap at the door, which the daughter opened. A boy stood before her, who introduced himself somewhat briefly with "Didn't I bring a box here for an old woman last night?" "Yes, you did!" "Where is she?" "Up stairs." "Then tell her to come down, for I want to see her." Very soon the mother made her appearance, and was greeted with—"Missus, do you know you gave me a half-crown instead of a penny-because you did: and I have brought it back. Here it is." "Yes, my lad, I did-and I am very much obliged to you for bringing it back again. But I want to know how you came to do so, for I thought you told me you were clemming at home?" "Yes we are very bad off," said the boy, brightening up as he spoke, "but I go to Sunday School, and I love Jesus-and I couldn't be dishonest."

This needs no comment. It is simply an instance of what the power of religion can do, when put to the sorest test; for it was this that overcame the sorrows of poverty and the dread of starvation in the aged Christian, when no earthly help seemed near-and it was this that made the noble boy more than conquerer, in preferring to suffer the pangs of hunger, rather than defile his conscience by a secret sin.

"This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith."

FIXED PRINCIPLES.

A Sound Mind," by the Rev. Jas. Hamilton, D.D.

matters.

FIRST, for the rock:-firm faith, fixed principles. There is no greater blessing than a mind made up on the most momentous of "My heart is fixed: my heart is fixed." The man who has got firmly moored in the Gospel-who has seen God's glory in the face of Jesus Christ, and in whom God's Spirit has enkindled aspirations after unsullied sanctity-he may well be congratulated on possessing the great pre-requisite to strength and stability. "Thou art Cephas," and where there are the clear comprehension and firm conviction of fundamental truth, He who has laid the good foundation will go on and build the character.

Of such first principles the great storehouse is the word of God, even as their great impersonation is the Son of God, the Saviour. He is the Truth, the Amen, the supreme Reality; that great Teacher who shows us plainly of the Father; that one Mediator, who coming from heaven, alone can take us thither; that mighty Revealer and Restorer, at whose feet, when once the legion of demons is driven forth, we hope to see a whole world sitting "in its right mind"— dispossessed, and come to itself by at last coming to its God.

You have been afloat on a windy day, and, as the boat frolicked over the swell, it seemed to you as if the land were in motion. As you lay back in the stern-sheets, and with eyes half shut and hazy, looked shorewards, you saw the white cliffs curtseying up and down, and as plain as possible the houses hurrying backwards, and running off round the corner. And even if you landed, you might have a curious sensation of universal instability. A stranger who did not know your total abstinence habits might misinterpret your movements. As you tried to steady yourself on the lurching pier, as you took a long stride to get over that rolling flagstone, as you proceeded towards your hotel heaving and lurching, see-sawing and sidling-it would need some charity to ascribe your eccentricities entirely to excess of water. And even after you lay down, and were safe among the blankets, you would feel so funny-the room swinging to and fro, the casement rising and falling with the swell, and the bed-foot going up and down "with a short uneasy motion."

So if you were taking a little trip on the troubled sea of human speculation, it is not at all unlikely that your brain would begin to swim; but instead of suspecting any gyration in yourself, you would see a whirlgig or earthquake on the shore. Embarking in an

"Essay or Review," or in the gay old craft which Voltaire built, which Tom Paine bought for a bargain, second-hand, and which repainted and re-christened by a bishop, has lately come out a regular clerical clipper, you proceed to sea, and in a little while you say, "Dear me, how strange it is! The mountains are in motion, the trees are walking; the world itself is running away. It seems to me as if the old Bible were going down. Moses and the miracles, the Ten Commandments and all such myths are fleeing away." And even if the captain should take pity on you, and seeing how pale you look, should say, "Poor fellow, you seem rather queer. I don't want to kill you, and as this sort of thing don't agree with you, I advise you to get ashore;"-it is not certain that you would all of an instant come right. Most likely the jumble in yourself would continue to operate as a general unhingement of the surrounding system, and, as with groggy steps and reeling brain you dropped upon the turf, you would be yourself for some time after, a troubled sea upon the solid land.