many gentlemen's seats. But those white farm-houses please me more, dotting the hills here and there. I can hear the barking of the sheep-dogs in the distance, and the whistle of the man who is stopping a gap in the wheat-field hedge yonder. How queerly piled up are these rocks behind me! They have made my mind fly back to the days of the Druids, carried me away to ruined Nineveh, and made me think of the great Deluge. What a wonderful thing is thought! Its wings are swifter than the eagle's, and its flight more rapid than the lightning. How great a variety of scene is before me! Everything seems made to give pleasure to the eye. I am glad that some of the fields are ploughed, while others are green, and that they are mapped out in different shapes and sizes. Thank God for those grand hills beyond! What a poor landscape I should have without them! They are the dark background to God's great picture. He hath made everything beautiful in His time. But I must descend the hill, and bend my steps homeward. Those rooks in the field yonder appear to be very busy. It must fare hardly with the poor worms that live there. Ah! the birds are afraid of me, and are flying away. Do they mistake my walking-stick for a loaded gun? What a clamour they make! The sentinel on the tree is watching my movements closely. What does he think of me, I wonder? And what account will he give to the rest when I am gone? Here is a sower sowing the seed. He walks across the field very steadily, as though he were counting his steps. I see the grain glittering in the sun, as he casts it from his hand. Did he ever read Christ's parable of the sower ? Now I am near home again, and am sitting on the last stile. I have been closing my eyes, and speaking to God. I have been thanking Him that I am alive in this beautiful world; thanking Him for health of body and peace of mind; and, above all, giving thanks that He has caused my heart to love Him. When a good prophet of old was thankful, he called on the sun, and moon, and stars, and hills, and trees, to join in his song; and when he ended his psalm, he wound up with, "Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord." And so say I. Hay. late and the present Duke of Beaufort have felt the pleasure, as well as acknowledged the duty, of preventing the continuance of this barbarous spoliation of the ancient and venerable seat of their ancestors. he had irritation of the chest, and prescribed afresh for him. The following Tuesday he saw him again, and, a burning fever having developed itself, continued his visits every alternate day for two weeks; A proper guardian now protects when, to the satisfaction of the ruin. A MEMORIAL OF DAN all, the patient appeared convalescent. But it had been otherwise ordained by God, who knows from the beginning the end of all things, and who knows better than we do what is best. During two or three weeks he seemed better; but on the Thursday before Easter he was seized with a violent pain in the chest, his breathing becoming shorter than usual. On the 8th of April the physician was sent for in great haste. When he arrived he examined the lad, and looked anxious, which caused the child considerable alarm. Instantly the thought forced SN Sunday, February 22d, 1863, Dan Carré Torode attended for the last time at the chapel in "The Vale." ""* As soon as he returned home he threw himself on a couch, and complained of a pain in his chest. Soon afterwards, declining to take food, he retired to rest. The following morning he rose as usual; but, in order that he might not be prevented from going to school, did not complain. In the evening, how-itself on the mind of the dear ever, on his return home, he said he was very sick; and, feeling much fatigued, he immediately went to bed. Medicine was then given him, which relieved him for a day or two; but towards the end of the week his sickness became more serious. A physician examined him on the Saturday, who said *Island of Guernsey. child that he would not recover. This belief he expressed to a friend on the following day, adding, “We did not all come into the world together, so we shall not all leave it at the same time." From the beginning of his illness to this period, he employed the greatest part of his time in reading the Magazine, several volumes of which were in his father's library. He was particularly fond of reading the notices of happy deaths. Often did he relate to his parents what he read; and from his language it was evident that he considered his own end, and desired to assure himself that he would also die happily. To his mother he sometimes said, "I hope when I die I shall go to God." But of all books the one he loved the best was the Bible, not a day passing without his reading therein. On Thursday, the 9th of April, the physician visited him during the afternoon, and declared his illness to be inflammation of the lungs. From that day forward he read very little, but was delighted with the visits of pious From that day his malady became more and more serious. Every day he was visited by his physician; but the remedies applied had very little effect. His sufferings increased more and more; but he endured them with great patience, and without murmuring. His father, who remained beside him the greater part of the time, said to him one day, "Now that it is impossible for you to read, do you pray?" He answered, Yes, papa." "I suppose," continued the father, "you always say the same prayers, which you have learned from books." "No, papa, " he re plied. "Well," said his father, "I should very much like to hear you pray." And thus the boy prayed: "O, my God, I entreat Thee to forgive me all my sins, and to convert me to Thee, for the sake of Jesus Christ, Thy Son, my Saviour!" His father then said to him, "My dear child, continue to pray in this way, and believe in the Son of God, and the Lord will answer and have mercy on you." He answered, “Amen! Yes, Lord; so be it." Often during the hours of night he was heard pleading with God; and even while on the eve of sleeping he sang verses of hymns he knew. It was, indeed, impressive to hear this young boy, during his illness, speak to God, and sing His praises. He had loved so much to do so while in health, that pain did not prevent him now. On Monday, the 13th, he was visited by two physicians, who declared he was in great danger. The treatment they prescribed was very painful to endure; but to all that was done he was very submissive, and entreated God to grant him the patience he required to bear his great sufferings. During the five following days a harassing cough fatigued him greatly, and his breathing became more and more difficult. It was now perceptible that he was fast declining. His father often prayed by his bed-side. When he implored that the eye of the Almighty might rest upon him for life or death, he said, "Yes, Lord, Amen; may it be so!" And when his father cited passages of Scripture, the child finished before him. On Sunday, the 19th, the physician made his daily visit, and seemed to find his patient rather better. This improvement, however, did not last many hours. A great change displayed itself in the child during that day. In the evening he asked his father why he had not gone to chapel; for he always sorrowed when any member of the family was on his account prevented from attending Divine service. The dear child had found it such a privilege, while his health had been spared, to go in the house of God, that it was a source of pain to him that any of his family should be deprived of this privilege. Yes, several times during the summer season, when his parents had been prevented from accompanying him, he went alone to chapel, and was always careful to remember the text, as well as some portion of the sermon, which he was enabled to do with facility, being gifted with a great amount of intelligence. During the night of the 19th, his last earthly Sabbath, while he lay asleep, he began to sing verses of a Sunday-school hymn. When he awoke, he continued reciting, repeating the opening verses of more than a dozen hymns which had been to him particularly precious. In health he had often sung them. His father said to him, "O, my dear child, the Lord will answer your prayer and praise! Con |