keen love of the beautiful, and tells also of the beginning of the work in her own soul::

Delaware, Canada West, February 15th, 1858. MY OWN DEAR PAPA,-I received your kind letter some little time ago. I know, although the restless deep old ocean is between us, that you still feel the same interest in your little daughter's welfare. I shall endeavour this morning to bring into exercise that storehouse of the mind, wherein all the fruits of knowledge are treasured up, "memory," and transfer to paper some of the events of the past. Last Saturday I went to London, "The Forest City," so called because it is situated in the heart of the woods. Whichever way you go to London, from any direction, you ride through miles and miles of trees, even when in the railway cars. I went with Mr. L- in a pretty "cutter," with plenty of buffalo robes, for it was rather cold; it was indeed pleasant. I felt very strange, though in some parts of the drive, and once in the midst of the woods, I thought of you all at home, and wished you could see me at that moment. Methinks you would be rather astonished. Fancy me sitting on buffalo robes, merry bells heralding our approach to other travellers on the road, and at the same time scaring wild animals away, Mr. L- sitting by my side discussing various topics of the day, both at home and abroad. But I must not dwell too minutely on the journey. Suffice it to say, we arrived in London in good time, and proceeded to our friend, Mr. L—'s house, who gave us a hearty welcome. Whilst there, I saw the Royal Exchange, the new Post Office, the Court-house, St. Paul's Cathedral, the English church, and several large stores or shops. Every day, with one exception, for the last week, I have had a nice sleigh-ride with one or the other of my kind friends. I enjoy it most by moonlight, the snow and frost, especially on the trees, glitter and sparkle like diamonds, and after sunset the wind is generally down, and it is not so cold. Deer and other large game have been very plentiful this season, and the hunting enjoyments are numerous. Nelson Beaver, one of our celebrated Indian hunters, has killed no less than one hundred and twenty deer, and some, (I forget how many) wolves already. I should call that fine sport for one

man.

The time draws near, dearest papa, when, God willing, I shall see you once more. Sometimes, when I think of it, I can hardly contain myself, and I fancy that when I step on shore at Liverpool, it will be too much for me to think my long-talked-about visit to America should not only be realized, but ended. How much I shall have to tell, yet perhaps at first joy will be victorious, and I shall not be able to speak one word. I read in a nice book or paper not long ago, "The end of all travelling," it was "Well, I am glad to get home again!" I felt it was true, and wished to find out the cause, and have come to this conclusion. In any place, on water or land, at home or abroad you can do no more than enjoy yourself at the best; and happy dispositions may do that anywhere. But when you travel, it is not the actual pleasures you there and then enjoy ; but the reminiscences of it afterwards, and the thoughts of those at home, and what you will have to tell them, they form the enjoyment. It is true there are a variety of scenes, and difference of manners and customs, to be met with across the seas, that enlarge our ideas, and give us much increased information; and we can gain this alone in travelling. J. Hhas given me a handsome album. All my particular friends have, or are going to write in it for me, which will be very nice, for it will be a speak

ing memento of them, and may in after-years, if I am spared, remind me pleasantly of many happy hours and Canadian times.

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Feb. 19th.-My dear Papa, again I thank you for my precious Bible: did you ever read anything so good as Eph. ii. and Rom. viii.? What should I do without my Book? Your prayers are heard, God has indeed

blessed it to me.

You will see I wrote the pink letter a fortnight ago to-morrow. I can only say the same now as I did then,

Pray for me, my dear ones, and I will by God's grace do the same for you. Mamma says, "What shall it profit a man to gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" I find that so true,

"Let worldly minds the world pursue,

It has no charms for me,

Once I admired its follies too;

But grace has set me free."

I now would be wholly the Lord's, and only live for Him. I am worthless myself, my Saviour's worth is all my plea.

I was reading in a book the other day, that a person ought to celebrate his spiritual as well as his natural birthday, and I think so too. The 30th October, as well as the 11th of September, I hope always to commemorate, and praise, and bless the Lord. For was it not rather singular the text for the 30th of October in my little book, "Dewdrops," was Eph. iv. 24? Was it not appropriate? I hope, as soon as possible, after I return home, if it is God's will I see you all again, that I may be confirmed, and openly profess my Saviour and my religion, and dedicate myself to my God. Then I hope to set the seal to my profession, by partaking of the Lord's Supper, and commemorating His precious death.

Now I must say good-bye. May God bless and keep you, and suit His grace to all your several necessaries, both of body and soul, and preserve you till you come to His heavenly kingdom, for our blessed and precious Saviour Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.

(To be continued.)

S.

Real greatness attaches to character, and character arises from a course

of action.

"VICTORY, VICTORY THROUGH THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB.” ON the 4th ult., another veteran entered upon his eternal and uninterrupted rest. We refer to the late HENRY MARTIN, Esq., of Littleport, Isle of Ely, father of the Rev. JOHN C. MARTIN, B.A., minister of the Circus Church, Portsmouth. The late Mr. MARTIN was a personal friend of the renowned Mr. HUNTINGTON; and to him many of his published letters were addressed. Mr. MARTIN attained to the patriarchal age of fourscore years. Although a man of noble stature, he was for years a great sufferer; and his last illness was a very protracted one. Still his mind was wonderfully sustained; and we believe, from all we have heard, that none more fully experienced the fulfilment of the apostle's words than he, that "although the outward man decayed, the inward man was renewed day by day." We rejoice, on his behalf, in the full and complete victory which has at length been vouchsafed to him. He has left behind him an aged widow and a united family, one and all of whom can rejoice. in the mercy that "though he shall not return to them, they shall go to him." Blissful prospect! What a blessed company is one by one congregating around the throne, and what a season of triumph and rejoicing will that be when the one Church, gathered out of every nation, tongue, and people, shall meet in their Father's house, and sit down with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, to come no more out for ever. Lord, hasten the time, we pray Thee. "Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly."-EDITOR.

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THE FEAR OF DEATH.

Riversdale House, Matlock Bridge, August 4th, 1869. DEAR BROTHER IN THE LORD,-Having just read your thoughts upon enviable dismissal in this month's Magazine, I cannot refrain to tell you what passed about six weeks ago. I was lying awake about five one morning, you came into mind, "fearing death." I prayed for you, and, taking up my Bible, which was at my side, I read, "David, after he had served his own generation, by the will of God fell on sleep, and was laid unto his fathers." And with it came the deepest impression that you would fall asleep in Jesus." I felt as if God had told me so: may it be dear brother; but why fear death? Has not Jesus, our covenant Head, taken away the sting of death? I am naturally nervous, and can enter into the fleshly fear you encounter; but you have the promise, rest upon that: "Fear not: when thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee, the rivers shall not overflow thee." When you were under the afflicting hand of your God, I too was called to part with my dear mother; she was eighty, suffering from cancer, and we had anticipated seeing her pass through much suffering. Our gracious God in Christ Jesus ordered it otherwise; she was taken with bronchitis, and died in five days, "looking unto Jesus." She said, "I am waiting for Him, but He is long in fetching me." My sister remarked, "You have not waited long," the reply was, "No, not as long as a woman did, whom I read of in the Magazine; she waited five months." I have hope my dear mother_fell asleep in Jesus, being brought to His feet the previous spring. We have been privileged to let our house to Mr. E. Knocker and family this summer. I took them in suddenly, and next day being the Sabbath, he was making

inquiry about the services, when I asked him if he were related to the late Captain Knocker, R.N.: he replied with tears in his eyes, "He was my father." Oh, the prayers he offered up! He lives near the mercy-seat. You were much the subject of conversation. We were friends, united by the bond of Christian fellowship. Your words, "We may mourn, but not murmur," often comfort me. May our Jesus Saviour be with you, and hold you in His arms when passing through the valley, prays Your sister in Jesus,

E. R.

SUDDEN REMOVAL OF ANOTHER SERVANT OF GOD. WHEN at Plymouth some three or four years since, we heard with much interest and profit a Mr. JOHN CORBITT. We considered him a man sound in doctrine, deep in experience, and of much originality of mind. His practical acquaintance with husbandry greatly facilitated his illustrations of the great truths of God, and tended, in no small degree, to rivet the attention and feed the soul. It appears that, in the providence of God, his lot was to remove from Plymouth in the month of June last. Little, however, did this servant of God then imagine that not only his work at Plymouth was closed, but his work on earth also. He had only just arrived at the sphere of his prospective labours, when, as we learn from the annexed letter, he received his summons to his eternal rest. The now sorrowing widow thus speaks of her dear husband's removal, in the Earthen Vessel for August:

'Irthlingborough, July 6th, 1869. "DEAR MR. BUTT,-I beg to return you many thanks for your very kind consoling letter to hand this morning, and in return, I will endeavour to give you as correct account as I can of the leadings of providence towards me and my dear departed husband, in bringing us to this, our anticipated new home. We arrived here on Tuesday evening, from Cheltenham. Mr. Corbitt was very poorly the time we were there, so that we were fatigued with our journey, but the Lord was very kind to us in giving us a comfortable night's rest, and we were as cheerful and happy as it is possible to be in this world of changes. On Wednesday morning, Mr. C. was very poorly, did not get up until midday. He took but little dinner, but was cheerful; between two and three o'clock, we went to look at our new home, and here I must acknowledge the friends had done everything they could to make us comfortable. We were very pleased with it. My dear husband expressed himself thus, If the Lord gives me strength, I shall do well here.' The time we were looking at the house he was taken worse, and we were obliged to return to our lodgings, and send for the doctor, and put him to bed, and in one hour and forty-five minutes from our leaving our expected new home, he was a corpse, with spasms at the heart. On Saturday afternoon, his body was laid in the silent grave. Mr. Wilkins, his son-in-law, gave an address at the grave, when more tears were shed than has been seen on such an occasion for many years, in this place.

"Accept my love and present the same to all inquiring friends. I am, dear friend,

Yours affectionately,

MARY CORBITT.” How sudden and how peaceful was the removal of this dear servant of the Lord! How little did he think, when surveying so approvingly his new habitation, that he was about so immediately to take possession of

his seat in "the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." Truly, but for sorrowing survivors, the manner of his being taken home was much to be envied. A little pain-without faintings of the poor frail frame or harassings of soul-and then, "absent from the body, present with the Lord." We rejoice in his conquest over death, hell, and sin, and pray God that He would continue to vouchsafe to the weeping widow all needed grace and divine consolation; giving her richly to feel that the separation will be but short. Surely the taking away of the Lord's servants is a remarkable feature in our times. Such has, in bygone days, commonly preceded some signal judgments and sore calamities. Reader, seek to be on your watch-tower.

THE CLIFTON CHRISTIAN CONFERENCE.

EDITOR.

23, Berkeley Square, Bristol.

"Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not Thy law."PSALM CXIX. 136.

"Ye are the salt of the earth, but if the salt have lost its savour, wherewith shall it be salted?"-MATT. v. 13.

"Walk before me, and be thou perfect."-GEN. xvii. 1.

They are not of the world, even as I am not of the world.”—JOHN xvii. 16. MY DEAR FELLOW-BELIEVERS IN A CRUCIFIED AND RISEN CHRIST,—I venture, in His name, to give you an invitation to our SEVENTH ANNUAL CLIFTON CONFERENCE.

I believe that none of those who joined with us on former occasions have had reason to regret the efforts made to associate the members of God's family, scattered abroad and disjointed in the body, in such a periodical gathering, which, while demanding no sacrifice of ecclesiastical tastes or relations, constrained them to recognise their mutual Christian unity, and conduced, it may be, to a more scriptural estimate of the things that outwardly sever those whom God has made one in the Beloved. On the contrary, I have received many testimonies from Christians of all parties to the genuine enjoyment which attendance on our Conference afforded them, not only in the topics discussed and the spirit by which the brethren engaging in the various exercises were actuated, but from the manifest presence of the Holy Ghost in our midst, uniting and harmonizing the various living elements from whatever quarter of the Christian field they came, and without any ostentatious display of unity, proving that the oneness of God's children is a reality, and that it needs but relief from earthly infirmity to ascend its appointed throne in the midst of the redeemed Church, and exert all the influence which the prayers and promises of our loving Head have secured to it.

Signs of coming convulsion in the earth are not less abundant or legible than they were this time last year. The voice of Jehovah seems to proclaim more and more loudly the coming crisis in the solemn words, "I will overturn, overturn, overturn it ;" and, indeed, the fulfilment of the Divine announcement seems already begun, and they who have "received a kingdom which cannot be moved" rejoice to recognise the first tremblings of the earth," which must go on "until He come whose right it is." He expects that "the bride will make herself ready" to receive Him when He arrives.

The men of this world know not what an important part they are fulfilling in the announced purposes of Jehovah. Various carnal objects