I read the hymn, and felt how solemn it was that one 'so young, and once so gay, should now say, "I am only waiting, only waiting For the summons to the grave." I said, "Dear Annie, you have nowhere else to trust, have you, but in the merits, blood, and righteousness of a precious Jesus?" when she with firmness whispered, "Nowhere besides; nor do I want any other trust." Then, after reading "Rock of Ages," I commended her to Jesus' keeping, and prayed that He would be with her in the valley; and, thanking Him for His mercy and goodness to her, I bade her farewell, and left her, not expecting to see her again in this world; but promised that, should I not hear of her death, I would see her again in a few days. countenance. November 19th.-Visited dear Annie again. As I entered the room there was a smile upon her She appeared to have revived since I before left her. I said, after inquiring after her health, "Would you like to get better and go Out again?" when she said, "I have no desire to get better, for I am afraid that, if I should and go out again, I should go into sin again with my former companions, I have such a wicked heart and nature. And I would rather die and go to heaven and be with Jesus and my dear father; for there I long to be. I have no desire to live." My time being short, I said I must again bid her good-bye. I asked her if I should spend a few minutes in prayer before I left, when she answered, "Yes." I said, "What shall I pray for?" She answered, "That Jesus may come and close my eyes in death, and take me to Himself." December 3rd.-Visited her again. Found her very weak, having taken nothing but water for nearly a month. She was too far gone to converse. We could only look upon her and weep. She lay till the following morning, when her dear mother, looking upon her departing child, said, "Do you feel safe?" "Yes," she said, "safe in the arms of Jesus." The last words she spoke to her mother were, "Annie's going home;" and, after a few minutes she quietly breathed her last, thus leaving her dear mother to mourn another breach in the family, but yet not to mourn as those that have no hope. Her mortal remains were borne to their last restingplace on December 10th, when her many young friends, and some of her former companions, assembled to witness one they had been wont to meet with in the bloom of youth committed to the silent tomb. As we were in the cemetery chapel surrounding the body of our departed friend, to whom we felt greatly attached, we could not but feel our ardent desires go out for the spiritual welfare of those young friends present, and our fervent prayer to the Lord is that it may yet be made manifest that He heard and will answer our prayer. D. KEVELL. Lord, Thou hear'st and answer`st prayer, Made his child Thy special care When his soul was in the sky. Thou didst stop her erring feet; In the Lamb who came to save ; Hear the prayer that rose to Thee Reach the thoughtless, young, and gay. Seek and find in Christ a Friend. Rest in Jesu's precious blood.-EDITOR. A few sentences from letters of A. M. M., written during her illness, will further show the reader the state of her mind : June 29th. She expresses herself as having received from the Lord assurance that "He had washed her in His own precious blood, and saved her with an everlasting salvation." She writes, "Oh, how good He is ! and to such a sinner, too! But He said, 'I came to seek and to save that which was lost.' Bless His dear name for it. You must help me to praise, bless, and thank Him for His great goodness." She speaks of having felt fears at being alone at night, with no one in the house but her mother, and says, "These sweet words came, ' Fear thou not, for I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God: I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness' (Isa. xli. 10). They seemed to soothe the pain and still my fears. I felt I had Jesus with me, and I ought not to fear, for He was better than any earthly friend, and in time my fears and troubles were all gone, and I went to sleep, resting on Him and His precious promise." "Now, don't you think I have reason to bless, praise, and love Him? 66 'Oh, I think that is so sweet- Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith.' August 11th. She thus writes: "Jesus died to save the lost, and those that feel their need of a Saviour, and I do hope I feel and have felt myneed of Him, and He has said, 'Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.' And, as I hope and believe He has made me come to Him, He will never cast me out, for He cannot break His word. Bless His holy name!" October 1st.—She writes: “ I have suffered a very great deal-such dreadful pains; but God has been so wonderfully good to me I cannot regret it." "I have had such sweet, peaceful feelings, felt so safe, ' safe in the arms of Jesus,' that it has more than compensated for the pain." "I do not often sink very low in my mind. He (the Lord) generally keeps me quiet and peaceful." THE FIRSTFRUITS OF THE BRAHMINS. THE parents of a young Brahmin were very anxious their son should obtain a situation under the Indian Government, but to succeed it was necessary he should be thoroughly master of the English tongue and literature. There was no other way of obtaining this knowledge but by entering a college founded by English missionaries; to this they had the greatest aversion, being thorough haters of the English, and especially their religion. However, the hope of a lucrative appointment in the end overcame the aversion so far that the young man was entered as a student, and he made the most strenuous exertions to pass the examination and gain the much-coveted certificate of merit. However, to his great surprise and mortification, on the appointed day he found himself at the bottom of the list. He returned to his room much chagrined at his want of success. After brooding over his failure, he determined to seek the successful candidate, and try to win from him the secret of his success. Accordingly, he was soon engaged in conversation with him, and at length asked him, "To what do you impute your knowledge of English and rapid attainments; will you tell me?" “I will, indeed;" and, going to his bookcase, he presented him with a Book, and, said he, "It is by reading that Book I owe all my success. "Why, this," said he, with astonishment, the hated Christian's Book-their Bible!" I know it," said the other, "but still by reading that Book I acquired my knowledge of the English tongue; and, if you want to succeed, I advise you to read it, too." The Brahmin hated "is 66 the Book, but above all he hated the name of Jesus. But, still, to succeed in his wish, there seemed to be no other way but by this hated Book. He took it to his chamber, resolving that he would only read such portions where the name of Jesus did not occur, and often as that name appeared on the blessed page, he indignantly spat upon it. The students of the college were in the habit of bathing in a large river near their residence. In the river was a small island, situate about a mile from the bank, and it was the habit of some of the best swimmers to swim to the island, and, after resting some time, then to return. One day our hero set off with his companions to bathe; after swimming a long time, absorbed in reflection, he became aware that he was alone; and, turning his head, he found his companions were not even in sight. Feeling his strength failing, he eagerly began to look for the accustomed resting-place, but |