the great apostle had in Europe. Mary Dennis was the first in that Irishman's family to find the Saviour, but not the last. 'Blessed are they that sow by the side of all waters.'

We have called Rachel Kemp a gleaner. My readers will want to know why. Many a sheaf had been gathered in that neighbourhood, and some began to think there were not many more to be gathered. The Irishman and his family were not to be moved by any agency that might be employed in Hathercott. But again was the lesson taught, 'Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.'

IN

CHAPTER XIV.

CARRY KNILL'S RELEASE.

N spite of Mr. Grove's 'lecterin',' as poor Carry had mildly designated his very intemperate language when he called upon her the second time, and wished her to refuse us the use of her room for our prayer-meeting, she kept her house open for singing and prayer every Thursday evening; and many blessed seasons were experienced in her small room. Tom always remained at home when the prayer-meeting was held, and on two or three occasions had helped his wife down to chapel on a week-night, when one of the ministers was preaching.

Carry Knill was now sinking fast; her cough was getting worse, and she felt her strength going. Tom had never been intentionally unkind; but he had been a careless, drinking man; and sometimes, when he brushed the tear from his eye with his coat sleeve, he would say, 'Carry, my girl, I'v' tried to be a better man; I'av' zid yo' gwain vor a long time, an' I'v' zed to myzelv a gret many times, Tom, zhe's got tho churchyard cough, and yo' 'av'

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gid yo'r money to tho landlords that zhe ought to "av' 'ad vor nourishment;" but I am 'zolv'd, my girl, to do better vor tho vuture.' And Tom Knill meant to be a better man; but there were too many traps in the neighbourhood for a man of his temperament. The honey gathered during the week was taken to the wrong hive.

It became evident that Tom and his three young children would be left alone very soon. The wife and mother would have passed away before the summer's flowers came again. A bed had been brought down and placed in a corner of the room; and once or twice during the few weeks she lay there she was able to engage in prayer. The friends present on those occasions were bathed in tears. Harry Russel said 'it war tho mozt 'fectin' meetin's 'e'd ever knaw'd, 'twar 'eart-brekin' to lizten to 'er.'

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A few weeks before her death, the friends wisely resolved not to hold another meeting there for some time. At the last meeting held in that cottage before she was released, just before it was brought to a close, poor Carry began in a feeble voice to pray. My Zaviour,' she said, 'I'm a bran' pluck'd vrom tho burnin'. I wander'd vrom Thee wen I war a girl in the Zabbath zchool; but I praiz' Thy nem I'av' been brought back. I am zaved, an' I zhall zoon be we' 'E in glory. I do thenk Yo' be openin' tho gates ov tho "New Jeruzalem" vor me, I do, my Zaviour. I do thenk I zhall zee Yo' an' me dear mother. But w'at,'-and then she stopped; it was too much for her, but w'at 'ool become ov me poor 'uzban' and tho little uns? We zhall zoon be zeparated 'ere, my Zaviour, zhall we be zeparated over there? The drenk, Lord, is me poor Tom's bezetment; o can't kip 'way vrom tho beer.

Vor 'iz zoul's zek, vor my zek, vor tho children's, vor tho dear Zaviour's zek, gin'm Thy ztrength, an' 'elp 'im never to touch it agen.'

The effort had exhausted her; she lay back on her pillow, and we all thought she was going. Tom knelt by the side of the bed, holding her thin hand in his, sobbing like a child.

'Tom,' she said, as she opened her eyes after a few moments' pause, 'to-night, in 'Iz strength.' 'Iz,' said Tom; 'my dear girl zhall not lave behin' 'er a drunken 'uzban'. Be tho 'elp ov tho Lord, I'll never touch it agen.'

He has kept his word; and on many a Temperance platform, since he gave his dying wife that promise, Thomas Knill has told how he was led from drunkenness to sobriety, and from sobriety to the Saviour, under the prayer of his dying wife.

After that night Carry Knill sank very fast. Rachel Kemp called, and remained with her a long time during the few remaining days of her life on earth, and, under her instructions, Mary Dennis rendered valuable service in the sick-chamber.

About a week before her death, as Rachel sat by the side of the bed reading the fifteenth chapter of Luke's Gospel, the Rev. Wesley Grove made a call. After asking the sick woman how she was feeling, and if she had taken what had been sent from the parsonage, he told her that he had called as her 'spiritual adviser,' and if she had 'anything to say anything, that is, giving you uneasiness, or troubling your conscience-I shall be ready to hear what it is, and give you the benefit of my priestly functions.' Before Rachel could answer for the poor woman, Mr. Grove said, Miss Kemp will oblige by withdrawing for a short time.'

'Not unless Mrs. Knill wishes it,' replied Rachel. 'I would rather you remained,' the poor woman said faintly. Mr. Grove did not like it, but was obliged to submit.

After a few moments' pause, he asked, 'What is your hope of heaven, my poor woman? On what do you depend for happiness in the next world ?’

said.

The zem az I vind 'appiness vrom in thez,' she

'But you have not been to church since I have been the clergyman of this parish; and you must know that without partaking of the sacraments, as administered by me, the only authorized and appointed priest for the cure of souls in Hathercott, you cannot expect to be happy after death. My dear woman, my wish is that you should die in the bosom of the Church. You have wandered far from it; and I am come here to-day to bring you back, the same as the shepherd went after his wandering sheep, and took it back to the fold.'

'I av' come back to me 'eavenly Vather, yo' knaw, Miss Rachel, don't 'e? like tho prodigal yo' 'av' bin radin' ov; and like 'im I've zed," Vather!" an' 'Iz yarms be about me, an' 'E's covered me we' tho beg robe ov 'Iz righteouznezz.'

'Mr. Grove,' said Rachel, 'you see that Mrs. Knill is resting on the everlasting mercy of God as a Father.'

'Iz, that iz it. I'm buildin' me 'ope ov 'appinezz 'erea'ter on 'Iz merzy.'

'Your experience is summed up in the beautiful lines of our hymn book,' added Miss Kemp:

""Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;