Mr. Ingleby. "No, Sir, my opinion on that point is still unchanged. When I enter heaven, I shall not forget that I was once an inhabitant of earth;-that I once lived in a state of rebellion against God;--that he was pleased to bring me to repentance—that he employed me in the ministry of the word of life, and assigned to me the village of as the scene of my labours; that I associated in the days of my pilgrimage, with you and your dear wife, and other Christian friends; and that in the exercise of social communion, I once enjoyed some tokens of the divine favour. If then we shall retain a distinct recollection of local places and local occurrences, I cannot conceive it possible that we shall forget the persons who gave to those places, and occurrences all their interest and importance. Suppose, for example, I should now, while you are sitting by my side, steal out of life, and enter heaven: should I on my passage lose a remembrance of the room in which I expired, or the events which have transpired this day? Impossible! But could I remember these things without remembering you and my other pious friends? And when you arrive, and are presented faultless, will you not be presented faultless in the individuality of your person, with all your remembrances of places, of persons, and events fresh upon you? And will it be possible for us to associate with each other without making some reference to the former state of our existence which, we may presume, will lead to a discovery of who we are, and from whence we came, even if there should be no more direct method of ascertaining a knowledge of each other? But apart from this general reasoning, we may appeal to the scriptures, which, I think, give their decided sanction to the question under consideration. Hence we find the Apostle, when writing to the Thessalonians who had been converted to the faith of Christ, says, For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming? For ye are our glory and joy. I cannot affix any meaning to this passage, unless I believe, that each Apostle, and every minister in every succeeding age of the church will know the persons who have been converted to God through their instrumentality; and that from this knowledge will arise some peculiar degree of glory and of joy."

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Mr. Lewellin. "Then, Sir, I presume you are now anticipating a high degree of felicity from this source, as God has been pleased to make your ministry very useful."

Mr. Ingleby. "I have no doubt, Sir, but I shall partake of this source of happiness; but I am not now anticipating it. My mind is too deeply occupied by the important question of getting into heaven, to admit of any diversion of its attention. I cannot bestow one solitary thought on the minor sources of felicity, now I am brought within the immediate anticipation of seeing the King in his beauty, and of undergoing that delightful transformation which I shall feel when I see him."

Mr. Lewellin. "Then you think, Sir, you must shortly put off this tabernacle, and enter that house which is not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." Mr. Ingleby. "Yes, Sir; and I can put it off with as much composure as I can throw aside the worn-out vestments of the sacred temple."

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"But," said Mrs. Lewellin, “ what shall we do when you are taken from us? We shall resemble the sheep, when the shepherd is gone!"

Mr. Ingleby. "No, Madam, the great Shepherd may pitch another field, and lead you to another pasturage; but he will still feed his flock; he will gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and will gently lead those that are with young."

We now left him, and soon after he retired to rest. He slept through the greater part of the night; but towards the morning he became very restless; often complaining of a strange sensation in his head. He took a light breakfast, and as he felt rather drowsy, he requested that be might not be disturbed. About noon he awoke; but felt no disposition to rise. He took a little nourishment, and again fell asleep, and slept till near five o'clock. When he awoke he asked the hour, but he paid no attention to the reply which was given him. His physician, who had been in attendance the whole of the day, now gave it as his decided opinion that he would not live through the night. “He is in no pain; and if I judge from the state of his pulse, I should suppose that his life will gradually depart from

him; perhaps when he is asleep." But about seven o'clock he suddenly revived, sat up in his bed, and requested to have his hands and his face washed. When this office of kindness was performed for him, by Mrs. Lewellin, he looked on her for some moments without uttering a word; and then stretching out his hand he said, “My dear, I thank you. You have not anointed me against my burial; but you have refreshed me to encounter the last enemy. Death is upon me, but he does not come in a terrific form. No; he is changed from the king of terrors into an angel of deliverance. I will thank you, Sir," addressing himself to Mr. Lewellin, “ to read the eighth chapter of Paul's Epistle to the Romans, and then pray for me; and pray that I may be favoured with a sense of the divine presence when passing through the valley of the shadow of death." When we rose from our knees the venerable pastor gave us his blessing; exhorted us to cleave to the Lord with full purpose of heart, and requested us to give his love to his friends; and after remaining silent for some minutes, during which time he appeared to be in the solemn act of commending his soul to God, he looked round upon us with great benignity of countenance, and said, “Why, my_children, do you weep?"

Is it possible, Sir," Mrs. Lewellin replied, “ for us to lose such a pastor, and such a friend without weeping?" "Well, I will forgive your tears, because I know you love me; but I cannot weep with you. Though I have not before me that scene of martyrdom which presented itself to the great Apostle of the Gentiles, when addressing his son Timothy, yet I can adopt the triumphant language which he then uttered, and with an equal degree of confidence. I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.” And having uttered these words he reclined his head on his pillow, and gently breathed his last.

"The corpse was now taken into the Church, and placed on an elevated platform before the pulpit, so as to be distinctly seen by the whole congregation; and after a few minutes, during which time the people were taking their seats, Mr. Guion began reading, in a most solemn and impressive manner, the lessons appointed for such an occasion." Page 3.

London:

THE RECTOR'S FUNERAL.

"Down, down within oblivion's darksome brink,
With lingering motion, as if every hand
Were loth to let the mournful burden sink,
The coffin disappears! The weeping band,
All round that gulf one little moment stand
In mute and blank dismay—and scarcely know
What dire event has happen'd!"

WILSON,

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THE report of the Pastor's death was soon spread through the village, and though it excited no astonishment, yet when it was announced it gave a sudden shock to almost every mind. He had lived so long amongst his parishioners, and had endeared himself to them by so many acts of kindness, that they wept for him, as one who mourns for the loss of her first-born: and even those who were opposed to his faithful ministry, concurred in paying a just tribute of respect to his memory. On the day of his funeral, a larger concourse of people assembled in the vicinity of the Rectory than had ever been seen on any preceding occasion. The instructions which he had given to his friend Mr. Stevens respecting his funeral, minutely attended to; and they were in strict accordance with that simplicity of character which he had maintained through life. There was no hearse with its nodding plumes;-no mourning coach with its hired mutes; he having selected twelve of the senior members of his church to carry him to his tomb; and fixed on the spot where the bier was to rest while they relieved each other from the fatigue of carrying his mortal remains. The procession moved off from the Rectory about ten o'clock in the morning, preceded by the Rev. Mr. Guion, and two other clergymen, followed by a few of his relations and a long train of friends, walking three a-breast in deep mourning,-many of his poorer parishioners, having only a piece of crape in their hats, fell in the rear, which was closed by the children of the Sunday School, who wore a similar badge of grief. Immediately as the procession began to move, the bell, which had been tolling for more than an hour, ceased its doleful sounds till the bier stopped