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to our countrymen in the colonies tion of the colonies, and, upon the specially the preaching of the Gospel; whole, to hold the ground which Conever making the founding or support- gregationalism has won; and they ing of Churches subservient to that confidently believe that as it has been high and holy end. The Committee in the past, it will be in the future. are grateful that the Churches-beset Subscribers, Auxiliary Societies, with crowds of applicants for gifts for and Congregational Associations are other worthy and holy ends--have respectfully requested to pay their hitherto enabled them to do a good several contributions on or before the measure of service in the evangelisa- 30th of April next.



Churchmen. It is already used by I am glad that you are some and is well understood. As opening the pages of the Christian Free Churchmen we bear an honourWitness, to the discussion of questions able title.” Now if by this recomrelating to the constitution and work- mendation it is only meant that we ing of our Churches, and I avail employ the phrase in a general way, myself of the opportunity it furnishes, as when Mr. Gunn speaks of Free of directing attention to a disposi- Churches in and around Chard, intion, on the part of some of our cluding Presbyterians, Independents, brethren, to change the names by and Baptists, I have nothing to urge which we, as a denomination, are against it, except hat it may be and usually known. It is gravely pro- will be used without any such formal posed to abandon the time-honoured commendation. But if it means that phrases, Congregational or Indepen- each particular Church should be dent Churches, for the modern one of called Free, instead of Independent, Free Churches. This last title is no and that our denomination should be doubt properly applicable to some called one of Free Churches rather communities of recent origin, but it is than Congregational, then I do denot properly distinctive in relation to mur, and that most seriously, and our Churches ; yet it would appear for several reasons. that some few of our ministers think 1. Change, unless absolutely necesit is, and are even anxious for its

sary, is a proof of weakness, and adoption. My valued friend, the Rev. there appears no necessity for this H. M. Gunn, has recently published alteration. We have lived and done a most interesting pamphlet on “Free well with the old name, and I Churches in Chard and the neighbour- do not think we need desire the hood," which may be cordially recom- new one, for we think “ the old is mended for the beauty of its compo- better." sition, the variety of information it 2. There is an historic traditional contains, and the truly Christian value in the name Independent or spirit it breathes.

At the close, Congregational, by which we however, of this Essay, Mr. Gunn, well known on the Continents of referring to the disadvantage of being Europe and America, as well as in called Nonconformists or Dissenters, other parts of the world, which we says: “Let us adopt the name, Free ought not to be called upon to give


up, and for the abandonment of which we should receive no equivalent.

3. The term “Free Churches" is not sufficiently descriptive of our creed and polity, which are well indicated by the term Congregational.

And lastly, to adopt the new cognomen would be to confound us in public opinion with newly-formed communities, of whose principles we have only imperfect knowledge, and with some of whose practices many of us

have anything but entire sympathy. For these and other reasons, I sincerely hope that we shall not abandon our grand old distinction of Congregationalists, for the modern phrase, Free Churchmen. With best wishes for the continued prosperity of your magazine, I remain, dear Mr. Editor,

Yours faithfully,

Golden Words for Busy People.

GRACE ÎN DYING. A few days since I received the intelli. gence of the death of a very dear friend, who in constant suffering had yet lived a brave, pure, and generous life, but was always in bondage through fear of death. His friends were anxious about the man. ner in which he would meet the last enemy. When the hour of conflict came, though in the full exercise of his mental faculties, he seemed another man. “ Tell my friends," said he,“this is the happiest morning of my life!” Thank God, death had no terror for a soul castled in Jesus! Death is not night to the good man, but the inbreaking of an eternal morning to the disenchanted spirit. Could we gather up into one all the death-bed utterances of the saints, what a hymn of victory it would be! Oh! there is an overcoming power of faith which converts the gloomy portal of the grave into a triumphal arch, under which the hosts of the living God have marched, and are marching still, in grand procession into the eternal city.G. N. Webber.

WHAT WE OWE TO CHRIST. I remember I have read a passage in St. Cyprian, how he brings in the Devil triumphing over Christ in this manner : As for my followers, I never died for them as Christ did for His ; I never promised them so great reward, as Christ hath done to His; and yet I have more followers than He and they do more for

GEORGE SMITH. Jan. 19th, 1869.

me, than His do for Him. O let the thought of our giving the Devil occasion thus to triumph over Christ in our slackness and negligence in following after Him, cause shame and confusion to cover our faces.-Burroughs.



There are two more blessed conjunctures which add much honour to you; the one is a facile yieldableness of spirit to any (though much inferior) in anything, where good may be done ; and yet a strong, unmoveable, steadfast, resolute spirit against that which is evil. It was the high commendation that Nazanien gave of Athanasius that he was Magnes and Adamas, a loadstone in his sweet, gentle, drawing nature; and yet an adamant in his resolute stout carriage against those who were evil. Burroughs.


“If operas and theatres do not come under the apostle's description of 'the lusts of the flesh,' I am at loss to know what do; they are of the very essence of carnality. It is in vain to plead the love of music-doubtless the love of music is a good gift--but Christians are often called to self-denial in things quite lawful in themselves, much more when a lawful thing is associated with what is MACAULAY'S FUXERAL. “Did you read the account of Macaulay's funeral ?-mostly attended by empty coaches! This is really to add a triumph to death, and an insult to greatness. Empty coaches for the great historian!! But all is vanity here, if not vexation of spirit; for poor Macaulay was far away, one would fain hope in a better Home. So all is done!-no more volumes! materials but no manuscripts! Snatched away in the midst of his work, and none left to finish it! This is vanity and vexation of spirit.”—G. Steward.


absolutely unlawful. Besides, there is music which no Christian would enjoymusic that ministers only to voluptuous

Nay, if these things are good for one class they are good for another - let us have penny theatres and two. penny operas, and see how that will im. prove our national morals. That reli. gious people plead for these amusements only proves the religious declension of our times. The revival of religion has always been marked by separation from the world, and its decay by conformity with it.”—George Steward.

Pages for our Young Friends.


By the Reb. George Stewart, Newcastle.

DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS,-The other day when I heard some of my little friends chatting, it came into my mind, that as you were good enough a little while ago to let me talk with you, as I like to do with children, you would listen to what I might say about being contented.

You are pleased with stories, and I will tell you some. Perhaps you will wonder what my little friends could have been doing to make me think of talking to you as I am doing now.

I will tell you. One afternoon the children were playing with some of their school companious. The nursery was turned upside-down, as servants would say; for the chairs and boxes and all the toys that could be got together were put, as children think they ought to be put, when the game to be played at is keeping shops. Some of the customers rode on the rockinghorses to the market; some sat in chairs drawn by horses--you know what that means—and you can easily imagine what a noise there was. All at once the buying and selling came to an end, and the tired little shopkeepers and custo. mers placed the chairs and boxes in the form of half-a-circle in front of the fire.

There was silence. Wondering what the secret of this silence could be, I opened the door and peeped in just in time to hear Margaret say,

“Well, I can't bear my name; I wish I had been called Jessie instead!” I closed the door and came away thinking, how many things there are children would like to have altered that never will be altered, and what a good thing it would be if we would all learn to be more contented. We cannot always have our own way in this world—it is a good thing we cannot ' —and the sooner we make up our minds to this the better.

It is not only their names children are not contented with ; I have heard some girls say they wished they were boys. Do little boys ever wish they were girls ? All the wishing in the world will not alter a matter like this; and if it would, the discontented might soon be very sorry for the change -very sorry that they were not satisfied to be just what the good God had been pleased to make them. They might be as sorry as the discontented fish werethe little trouts we read of in Henry Brooke's fable. Three silver trouts lived


in a beautiful stream of clear water. into the street is more than they Two of them were not contented. One deserve. If we were to have no more. wanted to be a bird, and to fly away as food than we deserve, we should soon birds do. Another wanted to know all starve to death. about nets and hooks, that he might When you see a carriage pass by, and always keep out of danger. Well, God the children in it dressed in silk or gave wings to the first, and he flew satin, perhaps you wish you were as away-and away-till he came to a well off as they are.

But how do you desert where there was nothing but know that, after all, you are not much sand. Faint, thirsty, and tired of flying, better off? Perhaps your parents and he tried to fly a little further to find friends are much kinder to you than some water, but his wings failed and he theirs ; perhaps you have much better panted to death on the hot sand. The health, and are loved more by your second fish, instead of being happier for brothers and sisters. If you could have knowing so much as he came to know your wish, and were to change places about all kinds of danger, was always in

with those richer children, in a very terror. He was afraid to go into deep short time you might say, “I wish I water, lest the great fishes there should were back again in my old home ; I can swallow him up; and he was afraid to do without the carriage and the other go into shallow water, lest it should dry things those children had, but I cannot up and leave him.

If he saw a fly or do with no more love and kindness than anything he would like to eat, ho was I find here." afraid to touch it, lest there should be a Some of you are old enough now to hook hidden under it. So he also pined run up stairs and fetch what is wanted, away and died. The third and happy old enough to take care of your little fish was the one that said, “ Kind brothers and sisters for a little time, Providence can take care of me and will old enough to do a great many useful give me what is best for me." Let us things. Do you ever fret at having to often think how glad we ought to be do these things? Do you ever think to that God has given us life, and that He yourselves that you would like to be so has not made us stones, or placed us rich when you get older, that you should among the poor heathen,

have nothing to do to serve others and I like those words put into the mouth be able to spend all your time in seeking of the contented little fish; but I think your own pleasure ? By-and-bye you some children forget that “ kind Provi. will know that the happiest people in dence gives them what is best" for the world are those who try to serve them. You have, perhaps, seen some God and to be useful by doing hard children pout and turn away from good work. Most of you will have to work plain food-the very food that is best for your living in one way or another; for them. Don't you think it would and this is one reason why your parents serve them right to have to change are training you to be active and useful, places with very poor children who and to do things for yourselves instead cannot afford to be so dainty ? Ah, of getting other people to do them for then, how very soon they would be glad you. Learn to be contented little to come back to their well-spread tables workers, and do what you are called to and to promise to behave better! It is do with a smile upon your faces. a sin against parents not to be satisfied The Japanese are a very strange with wbat they take so much pains to people. Listen to one of their fables :provide, and it is a sin against God. There was a man who cut stones out of Discontented people all think a great a rock; his labour was heavy and he deal too much of themselves, and fancy worked hard, but his wages were small that they deserve to be better off; they and he was not contented, He sighed forget that the hardest crust thrown because his labour was so heavy, and he

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cried, “Oh, that I were rich and could At this the cloud was very angry, and lie down upon my couch surrounded sighed and cried, “Oh, that I were a with curtains !” Then an angel cried rock !” Again an angel said, “ It shall out of heaven, “It shall be as you wish;'. be as you wish ; and the cloud became and the poor man became rich and a great rock, which moved not in the rested on a beautiful couch hung round storms when they were full of rage. with red silk curtains. By-and-bye he At last there came to this rock, a man was told that the king passed by, with with a pick-axe, a hammer, and a sharp horsemen before him and horsemen chisel, and cut stones out of the rock. after him, and that a servant held over Then said the rock, “I am weaker than his royal master's head the golden

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a man! “pajong," or umbrella, which is the Once more an angel said, “It shall be as sign of high rank. As soon as the rich

and he became a stone. man heard this he sighed and said, cutter again, and laboured hard for small “No one holds over my head the golden wages-a contented man! umbrella. Oh! that I were a king!' This strange fable is meant to remind. Then an angel cried, “ It shall be as you those who are discontented that they

and he became a king, and must not expect to be truly happy. Let horsemen went before him and horse- us, therefore, fill our places of duty with men followed after him, and the golden a cheerful spirit; for if we do not learn "pajong” was carried over his head. this secret of being happy_we might be Anon the sun shone forth and his hot rich as the richest man in the world, rays withered the grass. Then the king great as the greatest king, and strong as complained that the sun burnt his face the bright sun--but wherever we might and had more power than he had ; go, and whatever we might have, we therefore he was not satisfied. He should carry with us the great cause of sighed and cried, “I should like to be an unhappy life--a discontented spirit. the sun!” Then an angel cried out of One reason why people are not more heaven, “ It shall be as you wish ;” and contented is in their pride. Children of the king became the sun, and sent his this sort would like to have gay clothes beams upwards and downwards, and on and prettier looks and more clever ways, the right and left hand, withering grass that they might attract more notice and and taking pleasure in his power to burn get more praise. Now let me tell you the faces of the great princes of the another secret; if you are really good earth. Suddenly a vast cloud came and love to do what is right-what you between the sun and the earth, and the know is right-God will see it all and beams of the great light of day were will be pleased with it; and people who turned back. He was angry that his know what is beautiful when they see it, power was thus resisted; so he com- will be sure to be pleased. plained that the cloud had more power Modest people are loved most: hear than he; and, not contented yet, he another fable. The discontented violets sighed and wished to be the cloud. murmured at their place among the Then an angel said, “It shall be as you flowers, and so they sent a message to wish ;” and he became the cloud and the fairy queen, their mother, asking placed himself between the sun and the how long they were to lie down at the earth. Soon the grass became green roots of the trees, covered with leaves, again, and the cloud rained great drops while other flowers grew tall and spread and made all the rivers overflow their out their gay colours where everyone banks so that the flocks and herds were who passed by could see them. The

Glorying in his great fairy queen sent her chief servaut on a strength, he poured his torrents on a drop of dew, to tell them how foolish huge rock, determined to move it; but they were ; that their lowly place was. the rock laughed at the storm-cloud. safer for them, and that it was happier

carried away.

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