the Lord was pleased, blessed be his name, to call me to know him, and love him, and serve him, when I was about the age of this young lady," pointing to Miss Jane.

Miss Holmes. "And are you not weary of his

service."

"Weary of his service," said the venerable saint, as her eyes sparkled with the fire of a youthful ardour, no Miss, though I often wonder that the Lord is not weary of me, as I am such an unprofitable servant."

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Miss Holmes. "Then after fifty years experience you can bear testimony to the truth of what Solomon says of religion; her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace?"

66 Yes I can. I have been a widow thirty years. I have outlived all my children but one, and I have not seen him for more than sixteen years. I have had many troubles, but the Lord has been my support. He has given me a spirit of resignation and contentment, and 1 can say, let him do with me as seemeth good in his sight."

Miss Holmes. the noble ?"

" Then you don't envy the rich and

"No Miss, I envy no one. If the rich have comforts which I have not, they have cares and temptations, from which I am protected. May the Lord incline you, ladies, while you are young, to seek him, and then you will find a treasure which is of more value than thousands of gold and silver.”

Miss Holmes. "I hope he has inclined us to seek him; and as you have known him so many years, we shall be happy to come and visit you, that we may be taught the way of the Lord more perfectly."

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I shall be glad to see you at any time, if you will condescend to come and see me; but it is not in my power to teach you. The prophet says, All thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the of thy children."

peace

"We will come to-morrow," said Miss Jane," and

have a long chat. Good night."

"Good night, ladies. May the Lord bless you!"

"Expel Christianity from the earth! Why, what evil has she done? You may trace her progress by the improved condition of the people whom she has visited and blest. She finds a wilderness, where the savage beasts of nature prowl, and leaves a fruitful field for the sickle of the husbandman."

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ON CHRISTIAN MISSIONS.

PART III.

"A fable!-but if a fable, it is one got up by a few illiterate men, with so much art-its various parts are adjusted with so much skill-its ideal substance is invested with such resistless energy, that the most learned have not been able to detect the fraud-the most eloquent have been silenced by its authority-and the most hostile have been subdued by its overpowering charms."

As Mr. Llewellin was preparing to leave for business, he received the following note from an intiImate friend who resides at

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"I am sorry to inform you that my dear Charles still continues very ill; we fear he is getting worse every day. You know how fond we are of him. is our first-born-the beginning of our strength-the brightest jewel in the crown of our domestic happiness. But amidst the gloom which is hovering around us, we have some beams of consolation dawning upon us. received the report of the physician with an unchanged countenance, and since then he has often spoken of his approaching dissolution with a high degree of pleasure. He wishes very much to see you; and it is at his particular request that I now urge you to come as soon as you can make it convenient His afflicted mother unites in affectionate remembrance, with

"Yours truly,

"JOHN WESTON."

"I will return," said Mr. Llewellin, "to an early dinner, and go and see him in the afternoon; perhaps you will have no objection to accompany me." I consented. We went together; and on our arrival we were informed that he was rather better, but still very ill. On entering his room a most affecting scene burst open upon us. The mother sat on the side of the bed, supporting her son, who was just seized with a violent

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fit of coughing; the father stood motionless at the foot; and near the window there were two younger children bathed in tears. After recovering himself from the excessive fatigue occasioned by this fit, he stretched forth his hand, and said, "I am happy to see you, Sir. I am dying; and soon, very soon, I shall leave this world, for a better." "Then," said Mr. Llewellin," you are neither afraid, nor unwilling to die." No, Sir," he replied, with great animation of expression, "I am not afraid to die, because Jesus died for me;-I am not unwilling to die, because to depart, and be with Christ, is far better, than to live in a world of sin." "But," said Mr. Llewellin, what induces you to believe that Jesus Christ died for you?" "I read, Sir, in my Bible, that Jesus Christ died for sinners, and that he is able to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them. I am a sinner-a great sinner-an unworthy sinner; and I pray to God for the pardon of my sins through faith in the death of the Saviour; and he has forgiven me. I feel it. I enjoy great peace of mind. The fear of death is taken from me. I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day." you always been as deeply impressed by a conviction of your guilt, and of your need of a Saviour, as you are now?" "No, Sir; I once lived, like other children, without reflecting on these important subjects. But about eight months since, when my dear mother was praying with me one Sabbath afternoon, I felt what I never felt before. I could not tell at first from whence the deep impression came, or what was the design of it. I became more and more unhappy; I knew not what to do. At length I began to pray to my heavenly Father; and while upon my knees the encouraging language of the Saviour was brought to my recollection, and gave me inexpressible comfort. Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of God. Oh, Sir! what a mercy that little children have a Saviour, who will gather them in his arms, and bless them!" "I suppose, my dear," said Mr. Llewellin, "you love that Saviour in whom you trust for salvation?" This question brought over

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his countenance a fine benignant smile; his eyes suddenly shone with a radiant brightness; and raising his hands, as though in the act of embracing the object of his supreme affection, he said, with a very impressive accent, "Yes, I do love him." "Then," I remarked, you are willing to leave your father, and mother, and brother, and sister, to enjoy his presence in heaven.” "Yes, Sir," he replied, with great composure, "I am willing to depart, and be with Christ; and I hope they are willing to give me up." On seeing them weep, he said, "Don't weep for me; I am happy, and expect very soon to be more happy. * I am going where there will be no more sickness-no more pain-no more sorrow, because no more sin.

'There shall I see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.""

We left this deeply interesting scene, no less astonished than delighted, and on our return home we found Mr. Gordon waiting our arrival. "I have been amusing myself," he said, "with No Fiction,'-a most bewitching book, which, in my opinion, is highly creditable to the character of the author." "Yes, Sir," said Mr. Llewellin; "and there is one paragraph which I will beg your permission to quote, as it bears so expressly on the scene we have just witnessed." "What

*He continued in this frame of mind for several days after our interview with him, when he became so much worse that his decease was hourly expected. As his mother sat watching by his side during a short slumber, he suddenly awoke, and asked to be lifted up. Having taken a little toast and water to moisten his mouth, as the cup was removed from his lips, he said, "What must the wicked suffer, who, when in hell, have no water to cool their parched tongue! I deserve to be banished there; but,

'O what hath Jesus done for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.""

Having repeated this verse he paused for a few moments; and then turning his eyes towards his dear mother, he said, "Give me, my dear, dear mother, the parting kiss, for I am just going to glory;"-and having received it, his head fell on her bosom, and he peacefully expired, without a groan, or a sigh.