communion with Him who alone can satisfy the thirsty soul. I have been much struck with John vii. 37-the earnestness of the Saviour crying on the last day of the feast, 'If any man thirst, let him come to me and drink. He that believeth on me, as the Scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.' It was Jesus crying thus that struck me so much— standing crying to those who were murmuring against Him, and those (oh how wonderful His love!) who had said, 'Thou hast a devil.' (Ver. 20.) And yet He cried, 'Come unto me,' offering Himself with all the rich treasures of His grace for their acceptance. And He is still the same. Oh, how pleased the Saviour is with those who draw largely on Him! An earthly friend would tire, and say, You come too often; you have so many wants, I am not able to supply them; I will relieve this time, pray you do not come back

again. But not so Jesus!

"Dear Miss G, what an unspeakable

blessing to be made to thirst after Jesusto feel our souls following after Him as our all in all !

'I thirst, but not, as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there.

The sight of Thy mysterious cross

First wean'd my soul from earthly things,
And taught me to esteem as dross

The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

'I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me

Bloom as the myrtle or the rose,'

"The question here comes in, Is this really what you have felt and desire? Oh, I am sure it is so. I do feel that nothing can make me happy but Jesus. He is my Sacrifice, my High Priest, my Intercessor who hath entered in within the veil, not with the blood of others, but with His own blood, there to appear in the presence of God for us. Soon the time will come when

we shall see Him as He is, and with the myriads who surround the throne sing, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.' (Rev. v. 12.) With what love and wonder will dear Marion be singing this song! Methinks I hear her enraptured voice of praise to Him who plucked her as a brand from the burning, and brought her to taste the riches of His grace.

"Since writing the above, one of your servants has been here, and she told me you had not been so well, which I was very sorry to hear. Forgive me, dear Miss G-, for writing so freely to you, but it seems as if the heavenly Husbandman has had a good deal of pruning with you. 'Every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.' 'Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples.' (John xv. 2, 8.)

"Next week, perhaps, if the Lord permit, I shall see your face again, and talk of Him 'who loved us, and gave Himself for us.' Mrs G sent half a pound of tea to me. Will you return my sincere thanks for her kindness? Oh, how kind the Lord is in raising up so many kind friends to look after such an unworthy creature, unworthy of the least of His mercies, and daily laden with His benefits. But Jesus is worthyit is for His sake. It is because He endured poverty, and weariness, and thirst, and the cursed death of the cross, that the cup is reversed to us. Oh, for a heart to praise Him!

"I feel as if I could write to you all day, Ma'am; but my strength is gone. This has been two days' work, but I can hardly leave off. May the Lord bless and keep you, is the prayer of your unworthy servant,

"ANNE MURRAY."

"March 6, 1851.

"DEAR MISS G, I received your kind letter last night, and it was so sweet, so unexpected. I never thought you would write to me, and, you see, I cannot refrain from talking to you again. I am very glad indeed you are better. You say this is not our rest. No! there remaineth a rest for the people of God.' (Heb. iv. 9.) But we experience a rest now, a resting from our own works. There is no trying now to use our fig-leaf covering, for in the Lord have we righteousness and strength. He in us, and we in Him! And we have rest from slavish fears-God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, Abba, Father.' (Gal. iv. 6.) Our reconciled Father in Christ Jesus.

Oh, the wonders of redeeming love! The angels desire to look into these things, and well they may. There is rest, too, from the curse of a broken law. The Lamb of God was offered up upon Mount Calvary. Ah, Ma'am, what a sacri