All things are Christ's, heaven, earth, at His

command;

All things are mine, for in Him I stand!

Rich am I not in time? I'll richer be,
When face to face my Saviour I shall see;
Fill'd with His fulness, grace will be complete,
I'll sing His praise, and worship at His feet.

It was in November 1850 that I was first requested by the Christian physician already referred to, to visit Anne Murray. He told me that she was one of the Lord's jewels, and one which shone with no common lustre. I soon found the truth of this statement. There was a freshness, a living reality in what she said, a kindling brightness in her eye, at the mention of the beloved name of Jesus, so fragrant to her own soul, that in my visits to her I was continually reminded of the precious words, "The water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." (John iv. 14.)

I remember well the respectful gratitude

thus

with which she received my first visit, and the promise of coming again, God willing. "How very kind it was of Dr Cto remember me," she said; "I owe him no small debt of gratitude in many ways, for his kindness has been unwearied."

Very shortly after my first interview with her, she told me she had a great favour to ask; her heart yearned over the spiritual welfare of some of those who were fellowsufferers with her in the Infirmary. "Oh, ma'am," she exclaimed, when speaking of them, "could you occasionally visit that ward, and tell me about them? Dear Marion especially, oh how happy it would make me, to know that you spoke to her of Jesus. I cannot doubt," she added, "that Marion has found Him, but she is weak in the faith, and has some peculiar temptations." She then entered into what these temptations and difficulties were, and spoke with singular wisdom and discrimination, evincing no slight acquaintance with the

workings of the human heart; or of Him "who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity." (Tit. ii. 14.)

It is almost needless to say, that her earnest request was complied with, and it was a privilege indeed to be a medium of communication between these suffering ones. I visited Marion D in the Infirmary, for two months, and on the 3d of January 1851, I received the following little note from Anne Murray:

"DEAR MISS G, Excuse my addressing you in this manner, but I feel you are very dear to me indeed, for we are united by the same precious faith, and have the same hope of eternal life, through the same precious Saviour, and we are looking to the same inheritance, 'incorruptible, and undefiled, and which fadeth not away.' What a prospect is before those who through grace have been made to lay hold on the hope set before them in the gospel!

"You mentioned to me the last time you called, that you intended going to the Infirmary to-morrow, to see Marion, so I write to tell you, that she was removed to-day to the house of a respectable widow woman, where a room has been taken for her. I am very thankful to my heavenly Father that a place has been provided for her, and am assured that that kind God who has 'called her out of darkness into light,' will also provide for her every want; for 'if God spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?' (Rom. viii. 32.)—Dear Miss G, your humble servant,

“ANNE MURRAY.”

The Lord did indeed wonderfully care for Marion D during the remaining weeks of her pilgrimage on earth, for He put it into the hearts of His children to provide liberally for her temporal necessities, and also

to minister to her spiritual need. Marion's love and gratitude to Anne Murray was very great, for she felt that to her, under God, she owed all her hopes for time and eternity. Physical weakness and suffering often clouded her path, and Satan took advantage of this, to shake her on the foundation, though it was not in his power to shake her off it. Anne's eager anxiety regarding her, I shall never forget; she truly loved and longed for souls. "Ah why," she said on one occasion, "will dear Marion not look out of herself?" She also expressed an earnest hope that she was not reading many books; "in her state, God's Word should be her one book."

Many a message of Christian faithfulness and love it was my privilege to carry to Marion. "Tell her, ma'am, from me," she once said, "that she will never find peace by pondering over her own sinfulness; please give her that passage with my love, Heb. vi. 17-20; and oh, tell her that what