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to her a niew chapter in her favourite They had come from the outskirts of the volume- the book of human life; and the parish, and planted themselves down in advocate, a man of high talent and a benevo our village--the abode of wealth, of good, Tent heart, seemed to regard him with the order, propriety, of even goodness, of piety, feelings of an affectionate son. At length, and just within reach of the church! i' however, he began to weary sadly of what What was to be done? For some weeks he termed the life of a gentleman, and to no one noticed them, or thought it even sigh after his little smoky cottage, and “the safe to employ them, as was before cusa puir auld wife." "Just remain with us one tomary with the occupants of this poor week longer," said the advocate, “and I tenement. Yet there was something touchshall learn in that time the result of my ing in the fact that the poor daughter, in application. You are not now quite so ac her desolation, had ventured to approach tive a man as when you carried me ten so near with her helpless charge-that old miles through the snow, and so I shall se woman her mother, and those two children cure for you a passage in one of the Leith her nieces. And for what purpose had she traders."
come hither to this central spot of light, In a few days after, when the boatman and morality, and religion? Apparently, it was in the middle of one of his most in was to gain a livelihood for these dependants, teresting stories, and Mrs. Hamilton highly and by her single arm to give them bread delighted, the advocate entered the apart and clothing. ment, his eyes beaming with pleasure, and It was a providential circumstance, that a packet in his hand. “This is from Lon just at this time I was in want of a washerdon,” he said, as he handed it to the lady; woman; and on making enquiry, the story “it intimates to us, that 'Alexander Wright, of this unhappy girl was related—“But,” Custom-house boatman,' is to retire from added my informant, "you cannot employ the service on a pension of £20 per an her; she is so dishonest that nothing is safe num."
within her reach." But why dwell longer on the story?
“Poor thing! Has she, then, in her Sandy Wright parted from his kind friends,
despair, been driven to this method of susand returned to Cromarty, where he died
taining that trembling old woman and in the spring of 1769, in the eighty-second
those children of misery? I think I will year of his age. “Folk hae aye to learn,"
venture to employ her." he used to say, “an', for my own pairt, I was
“Well, you may if you please; but I a saxty-year-auld scholar afore I kent the
advise you to lock up your stores, and even meaning o' the verse, ‘Cast thy bread on
your cellar. She is a cunning creature, and the waters, and thou shalt find it after many
I would count every article you give her.”. days.'”_From Miller's Scenes and Legends
That day M- was sent for, and the of the North of Scotland.
next morning she made her appearance, looking strong and able to do a good day's
work. KIND WORDS TO THE ERRING. At the customary hour the bell for prayers In the pleasant village in which I resided
summoned the family. M w as particuat the time of my narrative, there stood a larly invited to be present. She sunk into low tenement, under the shadow of an old a corner of the room; the Bible was read, mansion-house, which was usually occupied and in the prayer that followed, ber case by some poor family. It looked lonely and was distinctly and tenderly remembered.! comfortless enough in the vicinity of large, The presses were not locked up that day. substantial buildings, surrounded with all nor the cellar door fastened, nor even the the appliances of wealth, and filled with clothes counted. At night she was well the good things of this life. But there it paid, and half a bundle extra to take home stood for many a year, the inhabitants to the old mother. Week after week she moving in and coming out without exciting came. Nothing was lost. We left her attention or enquiry. At length it was alone in the kitchen hour after hour. She occupied by a family, consisting of an aged went down to the cellar for the soap when widow, her daughter, and two young she pleased. She saw the well-filled bar children, taking with them, unhappily, a rels of meat, and sometimes a good large ruined reputation and its frequent attendant, piece found its way into her bundle at poverty.
night; but it was never stolen : fixtuatii: in One day, as
M s tood washing, I said, 1 year after year, pursuing the same course *Do you never go to church?” 4. ii . with the best scholars in the village. I ? " No, Ma'am.",
Anne grew up a tall, slender girl, and "And why not, M ?"..
M looked upon her with delight and " Because I have nothing to wear.”
gratitude. She was to be the pride and "What do you need ?" .
blessing of her old age, and repay her love *** "Oh, only a cloak. I could go if I had and care. Every year added to the promise
one. I have the materials, but can get.no and prospects of the young girl, who was one to make it for me."
so nobly urging her way forward to useful“Bring it to me, M e, and you shall ness and respectability. have it made."
But God had other purposes. Anne was The next Sabbath, in the pew nearest the cut off like a flower in the very bloom. A door, sat the poor girl, with a warm cloak typhus fever laid her low; she lingered a and hood.
week or two, and died. Not long after this, I drew near to her It was a dreadful stroke to poor M one day, and enquired into the welfare of I She was the next victim. She took the her soul; for if the soul has cost the blood fever, and followed the child of her adoption of the Son of God, is it not worth a few and hard labour. The poor aged mother poor words? So I said, “M , do you did not long suryive, but left the world in ever think that you must die, and are you peaceful hope of a better, through the reprepared for eternity ?"
demption of Christ Jesus. The poor creature stopped her washing, The little tenement was now closed up, and burst into a flood of tears.
but what riches of grace had visited its “Oh, I am so wretched. I am such a
inhabitants ! sinner.”
It is easy to perceive that the instrumen“And how long have you felt wretched,
talities in this case were very small. They M- ?"
cost nothing. A kind word, a prayer, a little “Ever since I first entered this house,
risk, a little trust! ma'am. That prayer which your husband
"No labours or watchings, no hunger or offered for me went to my heart. I thought,
thirst, or cold or nakedness.” Kind words Well, if the minister thinks I am worth
to the erring, how easy: Punctual paypraying for, I ought and will pray for my
ments to the poor labourer, how necessary!
A watchful tenderness for the immortal It was true, that the Holy Spirit had
soul. Let us not forget a soul is worth a found a way to the heart of this child of sin,
word! A soul is worth a prayer! awaking hope in despair. It was not in
This story is not even garnished, every vain that she had come to pitch her tent so syllable is true. The time is short. Let near the droppings of the sanctuary-that
us to-day look over our neighbourhood to She had entered it, and listened to the voice
see if beneath the shadow of the church, of mercy, which reaches from heaven to
the school, the rich mansion, there may not earth, which now extended its hand to her,
be a lonely outcast for whom Christ died! removing her heavy load of sin as “far as the east is from the west.” It was not long before M- found rest and peace in
A WORD TO THE BEREAVED. Christ. Oh, yes ! poor
M found it as “I spake unto thee in thy prosperity; but thou easily as the christian friends around her, saidst, I will not hear."-Jer. xxii. 21. who now looked kindly upon her, assisting
Prosperity is not always a blessing. Ease her to bear the ills of life. “Just as easy sometimes genders hardness. Discipline is for M— to lay her burden at His feet and
absolutely Irecessary. The Lord speaks to bear a song away” as for any of us.
the prosperous, but they are too busy to M— now had enough of employment. attend. He brings a cloud over their afThere was food enough and clothing enough fairs, he changes his dispensation, and says, for all. The little girls were sent to school; “hear ye the rod,” There is a parent be. one of them proving a fine scholar, M
reaved of a lovely child; it was an idok; or, determined to educate her! Yes, her money if not, it was in a fair way of becoming so. worked out by daily labour would pay for The affections were set upon it. The Lord the child at the academy; and so to the was displaced by it. It became absolutely academy she went; and there she continued, I necessary to remove it, for nothing else
would do. The Lord had spoken by his , 1 your soul. Eollow him in the path of tri. word, by his ministers, by the gentle voice of bulation, with patient spirit and steady his Spirit, but all was disregarded. The' pace, and he will shew you the path of fond and foolish parent would not hear. I life, and conduct you to his Father's right Now the beloved object is taken away, and hand, where there are pleasures for everthe idolater refuses to be comforted. The more. Look not for your missing lamb, Lord's ways are called mysterious. The but look up in the Shepherd's face; there heart rises in opposition, and it is just love is enthroned in brightness, and symready to indulge in hard thoughts of Him, pathy speaks in tears. Look at the Shepor to murmur against him. But it must herd's arms, your lamb is safe there; and not be. No, rather examine thy course. look at his warm bosom, your lamb is happy Turn over the pages of thy past history. there. It was necessary that he should Attend to the Lord's, enquiry, “Hast thou thus try you, and you will see this by and not procured this unto thyself, see thy bye. At present believe his word; he says, way"
“ I will do you no hurt.” Believe his love An eastern shepherd had taught his ftock
to you, it is too great to suffer the presence to know his voice and follow him. But on
of a rival, or to allow you to injure yourself
by improper attachments. Had he loved one occasion, when the weather was fine, and all was pleasant, he wished to lead his
you less, he might have spared your feelflock to another spot. He called them to
ings. You might have retained your loved follow him; a ewe who was feeding with
one. Can you regret that Jesus loves you her lamb beside her, refused to do so. He
80 much ? Could you wish him to love turned and snatched up her lamb and car
you less? My friend, weep no longer. ried it off in his bosom, and she readily
Dry up your tears. Listen to your Shephenceforth followed his call. Just so the
herd's voice. Follow in your Shepherd's good Shepherd, when we allow our lambs
footsteps. Detach your affections from
earth and earthly things, and set them on so to engross our attention, or captivate our affections, that we neglect to hear his voice,
those things which are above, where Christ and obey his call, takes our lamb, lays it
sitteth on the right hand of God. It is but in his bosom, saying, "follow me.” Be
a little while, and we shall have done with reaved christian, has Jesus taken away your
everything here. If the Lord had not lamb ? He has laid it in his bosom. He
taken your child nou', you must have left
it very soon; and if you had left it behind is carrying it to his Father's house. He will place it beyond the reach of the storm,
you in a world like this, who can tell what
might have been its sufferings or its sorthe wolf, and painful disease. He is tender
rows? over it. He will take the utmost care of it.
If the Lord had not taken it from He will feed it, and lead it to living foun
you, it may have been necessary that he tains of water. He will wipe away every
should take you from it, and this might
have been far worse. Your Saviour has tear from its eyes. It shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither
done wisely, you will see this by and bye. shall the sun light on it, nor any heat. It is
Your Saviour has acted kindly, and the
time is coming when you will acknowledge safe. It is happy. It is at home. It
it. Silence, then, your complaints. Dry knows its Shepherd's voice, is always in its Shepherd's presence, and enjoys its Shep
up your tears. Rise from your mourning. herd's love. Happy lamb! Gracious Shep
Go forth at thy Redeemer's call, and ask,
as you fall in submission at his feet, “Lord, herd ! Glorious flock !
what wilt thou have me to do ?” We may Beloved ! the Shepherd, who has your
anticipate his reply. “Love me more. lamb in his bosom, still gently whispers,
Keep closer to my side. Speak to me more "follow me.” He spoke to you in your
frequently, and more fully. Live for my prosperity, but you would not hear; he speaks to you now in your sadness and
honour. Walk by my word. Let nothing sorrow, listen and attend to his voice.
occupy my place in your affections. Rest Follow him into his chambers of secret
in my love to you. Rely on the promises I communion, there he will soothe and solace
have made you. Attend to the cautions I your soul. Follow him into his ordinances have given you. Expect the mansion which where he feeds his flock, and he will make I am now preparing for you.” Lord Jesus, you to lie down in green pastures, and lead let us not refuse to hear thee, but give us you beside the still waters; he will restore thy grace in such abundance, that we may
listen to catch the first sounds of thy voice, 1 command, or to surrender whatsoever thoi and stand ready to do whatsoever thou shalt I shalt call for!
"A BAPTIST MOTHER'S LAMENT OVER HER BURNT CHILD.
A TRUE TALE.” [Dear Brethren,
My present communication may be of no use to you; however I will send it, as one of the curiosities of Church of England Romanism.
Mr. O , son of an Ipswich brewer, and Rector of Wortham, a man from whose ever active and fertile genius have proceeded books of fiction, poetry, and theology, lectures at Mechanics’ Institutions on mesmerism, and speeches at Protectionist meetings, full of political ire, has delivered this extraordinary production to his school children, to be committed to memory by all who are capable, and repeated at church next Sunday,--thus aiming, as he supposes, a severe blow at certain contumacious Baptist mothers, who will not yield to him to have their children sprinkled.
I send you the enclosed as an exact copy from a printed sheet, which had no printer's or author's name attached; but the people in the village of Wortham think it is Mr. C 's own composition, and I think this is very probably the case. I am, dear Brethren,
“My little child is burnt to death,
Oh, agony of woe!
With burniog on his brow:
“ Ye mothers all, who love the Lord,
Who died for babes and men, Hear ye his sacred, holy word,
Come to his church again!
On sure foundation reared :
And God, the Lord, be feared."
'Oh, mother, quench the flame ! Oh, mother, mother! ease my pain !
My soul is burning with my frame.'
* We have bad the above several months in hand, but have been unable sooner to find room for it.
SPECIMEN OF BAPTISMAL REGEN. filthy, beds, and a hearth without a chimERATION.
ney, the smoke having to find its way out
through the rafters. Here dwelt a man, (Dear Sirs,
his wife, and two daughters. The latter I have read with much pleasure only were at home. I accosted the elder, and satisfaction your interesting and valu
whose age was eleven years, and asked her,
• Who was Jesus Christ ?' She could not able magazine, “The Church," from its
tell. A man or a woman?' After some first appearance, and think the enclosed
hesitation, and apparently at a guess, 'A article (which I have just copied), if it man.' 'Did he die in his bed, or was he were inserted in its pages, would prove drowned at sea ?' 'I don't know.' What interesting to many, inasmuch as it is
did he come into the world to do?' She
could not tell. What is your name?' another to the already innumerable proofs
'C ' 'Who gave you that name?' of the prodigious absurdity of the doctrine
• My godfathers and godmothers, in my of “Baptismal Regeneration.”
baptism, wherein I was made a member of I am, dear Sirs,
Christ,' &c. So here was a child telling us Yours respectfully,
she was a member of Christ by baptism, J. LAWRENCE.
and did not know who Christ was! Yet,
in spite of this ignorance of the very eleNailsworth.]
ments of christian knowledge, this child, "As I was last week passing through a according to the teaching of the Church of village not far from Bristol, I looked into England, was a Child of God, and an inthe doorway of a miserable hovel, contain heritor of the kingdom of heaven'!" ing only one apartment, in which were two
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