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INTERESTING EXTRACTS.

We are now advancing heavenward with accelerated rapidity; things are hastening to a conclusion with us. My dear wife had for some time been showing evident symptoms of decline, and, since we have been here, things have been more rapidly coming to a crisis. She is weak almost to inanity, and can scarcely speak; but her faith is strong, and she often says, "I long to be gone: I long to be in heaven;" though she is desirous that patience should have its perfect work in her, and that she should accomplish, as the hireling, her day. She says, "You cannot surely wish me to be here any longer, sufferer as I am." Indeed her loins are girt, and her light burning; her wings stretched out; and she only waits the word to be given, "Come up hither." For me, I go about exclaiming, Oh, the blessedness of faith! oh, the vital reality of Christianity! The Bible is true; God is our Father again in Christ; Christ is our Brother in the flesh, the glorious Conqueror of hell, and death, and the grave, who conquers for and in His people also; the Holy Spirit is a Comforter, indeed, who seals all these glorious truths to our hearts, and confirms them in our experience; so that the Spirit does actually "bear witness with our spirit that we are the children of God;" and thus we have the best of evidences of its truth; for we have the witness in ourselves; and that I myself see is, after all, the best evidence that there is such a thing as sight! The Lord God carry us triumphantly

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Faith sucks the honey of contentment out of the hive of the promises. Christ is the vine; the promises are the clusters of grapes that grow upon this vine, and faith presseth out of them the sweet wine of contentment. I will show you but one cluster: "The Lord will give grace and glory.”—Watson.

There are degrees of grace and degrees of faith. Those who have most faith and grace will have most happiness.-J. C. Ryle.

It is a mark of God's people that they are not of the world. They do not follow its fashions. They are not found among its pleasure-seekers. They do not amass its wealth. They do not work for its applause. They do not court or covet its friendship.

They have here no continuing city. Yet they are in the world. Christ's strongest sons can go with safety farthest in. The safety of the weak must often consist in flight. The perfection of human life is, to be in the world solely for its good, and to

bring out of it none of its evil. Our Master had not even a home in it. Let our citizenship be in Heaven, where our Father's house is. Let our hearts be there, and then can we best be in the world, and yet not of the world.

THE DECEPTION OF POPERY.

POPERY is a system of deception. Its followers are required to believe lies, and encouraged to speak them; a man is thought to be quite right if he tell an untruth, in order to screen himself, or to justify his Church. We are told in 1 Timothy iv. 2, of those who speak "lies in hypocrisy, having their conscience seared with a hot iron."

I was visiting a poor woman the other day, a Romanist; and in the course of conversation, she told me that, since my last visit to her, her priest had been to see her, and that he had asked her if she had seen any Protestant visitor. "Well," said I, "of course,

you told him I had been to see you?" "No," said the woman; "I told him I had seen none.' "But," I replied, "does your religion teach you to tell a lie?" "Oh," said she, "he would have rowed me so." And I could not in the least induce her to believe that she had done wrong in telling an untruth. This poor, ignorant woman was only acting up to the principles of her priest. She has often told me that she believes everything that he tells her. She cannot read for herself; and as she considers him to be her spiritual guide, she thinks he must know better than herself.

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THE DAIRYMAN'S DAUGHTER.

THE Rev. Dr. Hamlin, mission- | path to her grave is hard trodden, ary at Constantinople, while re- and it is the only object which cently in England, visited the seems to be honoured and cheIsle of Wight, to hold a public rished, though the churchyard meeting in behalf of the Turkish contains the sleeping dead of Missions Aid Society. Having many centuries. From the a leisure day, he improved it by church he went about a mile to going to Arreton, a small, quiet the dairyman's cottage, which he village in the interior of the found very much as described in island, in whose churchyard the narrative, and occupied by the "Dairyman's Daughter" was his descendants, still following buried, making this "a place of the same business. He then pilgrimage to thousands from went to Brading, where Legh many Christian lands." The Richmond commenced his mi

nistry, and where the "Young Cottager is buried, finding everywhere the descriptions of natural scenery given in those tracts perfectly fresh and accu

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Mr. Hamlin adds a striking fact. "The Dairyman's Daughter,'" he says, was translated into Turkish by the Rev. Dr. Goodell many years since; and a copy presented by him to the Armenian church of Nicomedia, was the means of the conversion of the two priests, Der Herootiane and Der Vartones, both of them still our faithful helpers, bringing forth fruit in old age. From that beginning came the church of Nicomedia, and then Adabazar and Boghchejok. Here, in this secluded spot, in the Isle of Wight, sixty years ago, commenced a spiritual conflict in the heart of a poor and humble servant, the results of which are now spreading over the mountains and valleys of Bythnia.

IMPORTANCE

A person belonging to the congregation of a respectable clergyman in the neighbourhood of London had been for some time confined by sickness, and had been reading a particular tract, from which he had received great benefit. An acquaintance visited him just at this period, and, from some hints that he dropped, appeared to be labouring under deep depression of mind. His sick friend pointed to the tract lying on the table, in the perusal of which himself had been benefited, and requested him to sit down and read it to him. The

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Here dwelt, and preached, and prayed that man of God, whose tongue is silent in death, and yet in how many languages do they now publish salvation!"

Dr. Hamlin follows "the chain of second causes one link further back." In 1798, a vessel about to go to sea was detained by a change of wind, and came to anchor near this place. The Rev. Mr. Crabb, a chaplain, "with characteristic zeal, goes on shore, gets up a meeting, and preaches from the text, 'Be ye clothed with humility.' It was the message of God unto salvation to Elizabeth Wallbridge, the 'Dairyman's Daughter.' The wind fills the sails again, bears the chaplain away to India, and for many a year he knows not but he has laboured in vain."

"How wonderful and beautiful," continues Dr. Hamlin, "is the providence of God in the works of redeeming grace!"

OF A TRACT.

visitor assented and had not proceeded far before his whole atten tion became absorbed by the contents of the tract. As he read on, his heart became more and more affected; at length, unable to control his feelings, he burst into tears, and pulling a weapon of destruction out of his pocket, threw it upon the floor, exclaiming, "With that weapon I was just going to take away my own life, but thought I would first look in to see you once before I committed the horrid deed. What I have now been reading has saved me."

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Reader! are you a distributor | ousness; and accompany your distribution with fervent prayer, that they may be the means of leading sinners to the Lord Jesus

of tracts? Let this affecting and interesting case encourage you liberally to scatter those silent

yet powerful preachers of righte- | Christ for life and salvation.

Intelligence.

FATE OF MISSIONARIES IN INDIA. -It appears that many missionaries have been, and are still, in the most imminent danger from the Sepoy mutineers, and that eight or ten, at least, including four Baptist, have been cruelly massacred; namely, Mr. Mackay, Mrs. Thompson (widow of the late missionary), and her two daughters, Maylayat Ali, a native Christian, who was with Mr. Mackay, as also Mr. Roberts and his family, in Delhi. The Rev. Mr. Gregson, of Benares (late of Beverley), had been in imminent danger; but it is hoped his life had been spared. The details of these atrocities are from Silas Curtis, a native teacher employed by Mr. Mackay, who had himself narrowly escaped, and fled to Agra. He said he saw the dead body of Maylayat Ali lying on the road-side, hacked and mangled. His furious murderers hacked him leisurely with their swords, saying between each cut, "Now preach to us!" His two sons were also mur. dered. Mr. Mackay, it appears, on the outbreak of the mutiny, fled for refuge to a large house near his own, and he and some Europeans defended themselves for some time in the cellar. Their enraged enemies, not being able to get at them, obtained artillery, and battered the house to the ground. One of Mr. Mackay's servants reported that Mrs. Thompson and her eldest daughter were dead, and Grace, the youngest, was dying. The names of the Rev. Messrs. Hubbard

and Sandy, of the Propagation Society, and the Rev. N. Jennings, Government chaplain at Delhi, and his daughter, are also among the dead.

THE BRITISH RESIDENT AND THE INDIAN RAJAH. FORCE OF ExAMPLE.-One of our bishops, at a late missionary meeting, said :"The other day I met a gentleman connected with one of the highest families, who was a resident in India for thirty years. He told me, that, upon one occasion, the Rajah of Gwalior, the ancestor of that rajah who has stood so faithfully by us in the present mutinies, said to him, 'How is it that you English have so great a command over us?' His reply was, 'It is because you pray to an idol which can do no good to you, while we pray to the God of heaven, through his only Son, and our prayers are heard.' The man was still for a moment. At last he said, I believe you are right.' Mark how curiously you may trace the hand of God in this last outbreak. Why did that man's family remain faithful to us? I verily believe that it was mainly on ac count of the moral and religious influence which the resident obtained over that man's heart. He had got to trust him implicitly The resident had helped him: recover a large debt, of which he had always despaired, and when it was paid it came home in bullock

waggons, and the rajah sent to say that he had ordered a certain number, containing 400,000l., to stop at the resident's door, as his share. Of course the resident's answer was, 'I cannot take a single penny from you. What I have done I have done as a matter of right and justice.' The rajah said to him, 'What a fool you were not to take the money! Nobody would have known it. I should never have told it.' 'But,' said the resident, 'there is one who would have known it-the Eye that sleepeth not; and my own conscience would never have left me a moment's rest.' Upon which the rajah said, 'You English are a wonderful people! no Indian would have done that.' When the resident was going away the rajah sent for him, and asked him for advice as to his future policy. I will give you this advice,' said the resident; it is very likely that troublesome days will come-but don't be led away. It may appear as though the power of the Company was going to be swept away. Don't believe it; it never will be; and those who stand firm by the Company will in the end find that they have made the best choice.' The rajah's reply

was, 'I believe you are right;' and he transmitted that doctrine down to those who came after him. There, I believe, is the history of Gwalior remaining firm, when so many other princes have fallen from us, because Christian principles had been there brought to bear upon the rulers of that people."

PRAYER ANSWERED.-At Allahabad, a party of ladies and gentlemen were surrounded by the mob, who were afraid to come to close quarters. They had fled to the centre one of three bungalows, and resolved to make a stand. Having plundered one of the bungalows to windward, the wretches set it on fire, hoping to burn out the little party of refugees. But the latter cried unto God. The heat was becoming intense, when suddenly the wind changed, the smoke and flame were driven away from them, and they experienced immediate relief. The mob then fired the other bungalow; but again the wind changed, the fire burnt out without harming them; and at some sudden impulse the rioters fled, and left the fugitives to make their way into the fort unmolested.

Poetry.

WHAT IS POVERTY?

Is it that we possess no earthly store;
To stand neglected at the rich man's door;

To pass unheeded in a mean attire;

To take the humblest walk, nor dare look higher ?—

This is not poverty.

To know that all who pass us idly by

See in us nothing that can please the eye;
Perhaps would rather shun us than advance,
Or if, when noticed, know us not, perchance?—
This is not poverty.

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