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Or when I contemplate that ocean wide
Beyond that gulf, whose daily ebbing tide,
Still bears me onward to that unknown sea-
That inconceivable eternity:-

Where shall I find a Rock on which to stand?
Where an almighty, all-controlling Hand?
Who can forbid the monster to devour?

Or save me from that deadly tyrant's power?
Christ is that Saviour-blessed be his name!-
Christ is that Conqueror; he overcame
The power of Death, and took away his sting,
And totally disarmed that tyrant king!

Thou, dearest Lord, "wilt bring me unto Death,"
And on thy bosom I shall yield my breath:
O place beneath thy everlasting arms;
Then, overcome with thy ten thousand charms,
I shall not fear, nor perish in the deep;
But like an infant gently laid to sleep,-
Hushed in the bosom of eternal love,
I'll rest until I wake in heaven above.
Islington,

Feb. 14, 1869.

JOSIAH BRISCOE.

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MISS PHEBE PERRY.

Obituary.

THE subject of this memoir was a native of Homerton, Hackney, London. She was a female of retiring habits, good sense, and fond of reading. She attended the ministry of the word at Homerton row Chapel,

where her excellent mother had been a member for many years, and where her father yet remains; but she never joined the church herself; never openly professed the gospel of Christ; nor was it till her latter end that religion developed itself in her. But during the whole of her illness (which lasted nearly three months), her conduct was marked by calm resignation to the will of God; and she was never known to give utterance to a murmuring word. For some weeks, at the commencement of her illness, she was in a very dark state of mind. When informed that her medical attendants pronounced her case

hopeless, she said, "I thank them for their have a dark, cold river to cross, and I am candour in not deceiving me; but oh! I going all alone; how awful!" She prayed would reveal himself to her, and go with continually and most earnestly, that Jesus her through the deep waters. Her prayers were answered. In his own time he spoke which she never for a moment doubted her peace and forgiveness to her soul; after interest in his love. A calm, settled peace took possession of her soul, and her language was—

"I rest my soul on Jesus,-
This weary soul of mine."

So long as she had sufficient strength, she was continually repeating Scripture and hymns, with which, from a child, her mind had been well stored; but her extreme sufferings and weakness very soon prevented her from doing this, and then her

chief pleasure was in listening to others as they repeated them. One great favourite with her was the hymn, commencing

"Oh, talk to me of heaven, I love
To hear about my home above."

another was—

"I heard the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.

I came to Jesus as I was

Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,

And he has made me glad.'

The painful disease which was consuming her, prevented her from taking any nourishment, and the sufferings caused by hunger were intense. When anyone expressed sympathy with her, she would say, This is my cross; you know, 'No cross,

no crown."

When in the midst of intense agony, she would often say, "Jesus is helping me; and if it were not for that, my pains would make me mad; but He is near, so I don't mind."

She used to say 'This is a hard battle, but

"Now we fight the battle,

And then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting,

And passionless renown."

She was much impressed by Mal, iii. 3: "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver;" and after hearing a description of the process of refining silver, she said, "Then Jesus is sitting by and watching to see his image reflected in me, that is why he does not take me yet. I do not mind my sufferings, if Jesus is sitting by, and will only conform me to his image.'

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She was frequently in prayer; and it was noticed that she never asked the Lord for a speedy release from her sufferings, without also asking for patience and resignation to wait his will. She had bright anticipations of heaven, and would often say, "I shall indeed be one of those who have come out of much tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

She told her weeping friends that her sufferings

"Though painful at present,
Would cease before long,
And then, oh! how pleasant
The conqueror's song!"

She was particularly fond of the hymn

"Thy will be done,"

every line of which expressed the real feelings of her heart; and those who knew her best can testify to the submission and patience with which she bore her Lord's

will, both during her life and in her dying hours. The day before her death she told her friends that she could see angels sitting by her bed, waiting to convey her longing spirit to the land (as she expressed it)"Where everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers." She said, "I shall soon be there! Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly; let not thy chariot wheels tarry."

In her dying moments she clasped her hands, and her lips moved in prayer. Her voice was gone; but the words, "Cut it short,...patience, resignation," were distinctly heard. Shortly after this her ransomed spirit took its flight to her Lord, whom not having seen, she loved.

She was born, Nov. 20th, 1845; died Dec. 17th, 1868; and was interred in the Tower Hamlets Cemetery, Dec. 23rd, 1868. On the following Lord's-day, the pastor of Homerton-row Chapel preached, in the evening from Rev. vi. 14, when he drew the attention of his hearers to the triumphant conclusion of a Christian's sufferings, and read a paper on the affliction of the deceased, the state of her mind, and her departure.

MR. CHATER.

"THE days of our years," said Moses, 'are three-score years and ten," and it is seldom that the span of mortal life is extended to four-score years. The life of our departed brother, however, exceeded even the latter limit, he being nearly ninetytwo years of age, at his death; and in his history the Psalmist's words were exemplified: "They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing, to shew that the Lord is upright."

Mr. William Chater was born at Olney, Buckinghamshire, on Nov. 15th, 1777. He was the subject of early religious training, and though the advantages for children in the last century were in singular contrast with the facilities for instruction in the present day, he was well taught his friends proving their solicitude for his welfare when he was but four years old. He was then taught to repeat the hymn,commencing

"There is beyond the sky

A heaven of joy and love;
And holy children, when they die
Go to that world above."

Before he knew the value of prayer, he was taught by his mother the necessity of making known his wants to God, and encouraged to repeat the prayer which our Lord taught his disciples, on retiring to rest each night. A popular writer remarks

of this prayer: "In the gospel of Matthew | value, that at his request the writer made it is written, 'After this manner, pray ye.' the words in John v. 39: "Search the In the gospel of Luke it is written, 'When Scriptures," the subject of his remarks ye pray, say. The former teaches that when improving the death of his friend. the spirit of the Lord's prayer is the chief His love to the saints, and especially to the thing, and the latter that its words are so poor among them, was great; his visits to simple, so full, and so suitable, that no them being especially welcome. His unbetter can be used." deviating faith in his heavenly Father was almost to be coveted. Like Moses, he "endured as seeing Him who is invisible," in communion with whom his pilgrimage was spent.

Mr. C. had the privilege of attending the ministry of Mr. Sutcliffe who was the author of a catechism for children, and who held a class for the instruction of the young on the Lord's-day afternoon, which our friend attended.

He was called by grace in early life,and at the age of nineteen was baptized in the river Ouse, by Mr. Saffrey. After his apprenticeship, he settled in London, and united himself to the church which worshipped in the old Mitchell-street Chapel, under the pastorate of Mr. Powell, which he afterwards left, and for a time attended the ministry of Mr. Church and Mr. Davis. He subsequently became a member of the church at Jireh Chapel, then in Brick-lane, under the pastorate of the late Mr. J. A. Jones. After this he removed his membership to Bethesda Chapel, John's-row (now Lever-street), and in connection therewith continued (with but a few years intermission) till the time of his death.

In the providence of God he was, some few years ago, removed to Woburn, Bedfordshire, where, in the society of a few Christian friends he formed a comfortable home-his chief regret being that he was deprived of meeting with the church of which he was a deacon, and to which he was so much attached.

Though so far advanced in life, the health of our departed friend was generally good, until a few months before his decease. The immediate cause of his death appears to have been a fall, by which he broke one of his ribs. In prospect of dissolution he was both calm and happy. On a minister, who visited him, remarking that he was about to enter the dark valley of the shadow of death, he promptly replied," No, no, it is not dark! there must be light to produce a shadow. And I read, 'Thou art with me,' and it is always light where God is !" Though his sufferings were great, his end, at last, was most peaceful; he gently fell asleep in Jesus, on Feb. 3rd, 1869, in the ninety-second year of his age.

His character was marked by strict integrity and rigid adherence to conviction, and for attendance on the worship of God he was a pattern. His love of the Scriptures was intense. Several hours in every day being devoted to this sacred employment; such was his conviction of their

He is now gone to be with that Saviour, in whom he trusted. He went "to his grave in a full age, like a shock of corn cometh in in his season." His excellencies are mentioned with no view of unduly exalting the creature, but to magnify the grace of God which appeared in him; and to stimulate others to be followers of them who, through faith and patience, inherit the promises.

J. T. B.

A BRIEF SKETCH OF THE PEACEFUL
DEPARTURE OF

MRS. ELIZABETH ROWLAND. THE old borough town of Guildford, Surrey, is not by any means a fruitful soil for primitive Christianity; but for manyvery many years, the truth has been maintained, and still lives, notwithstanding the withering influence of ritualism, formalism, and sentimentalism. Our brother, Thomas Rowland, came from Clapham, and as pastor of the old Baptist chapel here, has been labouring some four or five years. Most of the churches in London and in the provinces, know that from his infancy he has been deprived of the faculty of sight, and for more than half-acentury an earnest labourer in the vineyard of truth. He has been favoured with a large measure of domestic felicity, and a long companionship with the faithful, devoted wife of his youth, who not only brought up a large family, whom she lived to see respectably settled in life, but was devoted and unremitting in attention to her beloved husband. She was his companion in travel-ever close by his side at home and abroad,—she was eyes to the blind-bis loving ministering angel by day and by night.

But the messenger, death, has been commissioned to snap asunder those silken bonds which made them as one flesh for more than fifty-two years. Our dear sister had been failing for the last twelve months, her earthly tabernacle shaking and extremely feeble; but as the outward man

decayed, the inward man was renewed day by day. She was a blessed illustration of that Scripture, "To be spiritually-minded is life and peace;" and manifesting to all who knew her that she possessed "the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit which is in the sight of God of great price."

When in "the swellings of Jordan," the afflicted husband whispered in her ear a favourite text: "I have loved thee with an everlasting love," &c. "Ah!" she said, "everlasting love! everlasting !” - And

soon

"One gentle sigh, her fetters broke,"

And she was called up higher to be "for ever with the Lord," on the 1st Feb., 1869, in the 78th year of her pilgrimage.

The writer paid the last tribute of Christian affection, in words of sympathy and hope, to those assembled in the chapel of the Guildford Cemetery, and committed her earthly remains to the silent tomb-sur

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This lusus naturæ has come into the cold; "stark naked born and raving mad," direct ing its "foamy venom" against the Congregationalists and Particular Baptists. Against the Congregationalists, for striking from their Union roll the name of Mr. Brewin Grant, on the grounds of having suspended his ministerial duties, and devoted himself to deliverances in the shape of lectures on behalf of Church Establishments; against the Parcular Baptists, for having given unfavourable notices of a tract entitled "A Baptist Minister's Appeal; or, Ten Reasons in favour of Church and State." We cannot see what injustice, or what hardship, Mr. Brewin Grant has to complain of. When a man adopts a set of principles antagonistic to the denomination he has represented; when he adopts and avows these principles at a particular crisis, and under conditions which are suited to wound de-chandise of anything you can. nominational susceptibilities, if not to excite grave suspicions respecting the finer secrets that touch the springs of action; and when to this is added an industrious circulation of these new principles just when and where the old ones might have done good service,-when these facts are conned over, can Mr. Grant, can his new admirers, can any thinking man feel surprised that a whole body of men who had been betrayed, grieved, and dishonoured

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