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dawn," not daring to join the people of God. But on the 10th of May succeeding, she determined to ask for a note of admission from the Rev. J. Rutherford, then stationed in the Dublin Circuit. She recollected standing near the table in the vestry, when God, by an act of mercy, forgave all her sins, accepted her as righteous, and spoke peace, through the blood of the cross, to her troubled conscience by the words : “ Arise, shine ; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee." On her return home, she was accosted by her sister, who asked where she had been, as her countenance, heretofore expressive of continual anguish, was radiant with peace and joy. “O Beccy," she replied, " the prettiest words you ever heard came into my mind while I was in the vestry!” and when she saw her sister referring to the passage, she was astonished to find them in the Bible; and they seemed to her, to use her own description, brilliant with gold and diamonds, so dazzling, that she could not read them. From that time she became most
exemplary in her non-conformity to the world, and abounding love to the flock purchased by her exalted Lord; was united to "an Israelite indeed;" continued in every respect a highlyqualified Minister's wife ; sustained her bereavement in April, 1828, with fortitude and joyful expectation of spending an eternity of bliss in the presence of Him who had made them unto himself Kings and Priests ; and after a protracted season of bodily and mental affliction, her faculties were again restored, enabling her to testify unshaken confidence in the infinite mercy of our compassionate Lord ; and in assent to an observation upon the veracity of the promise-keeping Jehovah, who, notwithstanding all our unfaithfulnesses, still visits and blesses us, she replied, emphatically, “ Wonderful, wonderful !” Her countenance beamed with every expression of tenderness, affection, and gratitude, and with one of awed serenity. About half-past one on Friday, the 27th of August, she awakened up after the likeness of her Lord, and was satisfied.
H. F. E. A.
THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD.*
When such from earth have fled,
We turn us from the tomb
To catch, ʼmid grief and gloom,
And God's most holy word
Our hearts, however stirr’d,
The memory of the dead !
And, even while tears are shed,
For Scripture points to Hiin
Till eyes, by tears made dim,
The memory of the dead !
For God's own word hath said,
“ Even so !” the Spirit saith!
Waiting, in joyous faith,
* From “ Household Verses,” by Bernard Barton.
LONDON: PRINTED BY JAMES NICHOLS, HOXTON-SQUARE.