fice so rich, so precious! God standing in the room of His people-their guilt laid to His charge-' By His stripes we are healed.'

"Those lines on the mercy-seat, which you sent me, are so precious. It is a bloodstained mercy-seat, to which we have access. at all times; and, oh, it is the sweetest time on earth when we are alone with God there. Having been for so long without the privi lege of being much alone, it is so sweet to my poor soul to come to Him, and tell Him all my wants, and plead for the cause which is His own.

"Dear Marion, she is often before me -safe, indeed, from every sin and every temptation, seeing Jesus as He is. How He is glorified in every sinner that comes to Him.

"Dear Mrs G- — came to see me to-day. I can only express myself in the words of the apostle concerning Onesiphorus, 'The Lord grant unto her that she may find

mercy of the Lord in that day: and in how many things ye both have ministered unto me, thou knowest very well.' (2 Tim. i. 18.)

"Dear Dr C― promised to call, but has not come yet. I find my heart prone to wander after earthly idols, but I trust the Lord will send you back, full of peace and joy in the Holy Ghost.-I remain yours, in love and gratitude,

"ANNE MURRAY.”

The following lines, written by this suffering child of God, on the words, "Unto you therefore which believe, He is precious," (1 Pet. ii. 7,) will interest the reader :

"Yes, Jesus, Thou art precious

To souls who feel their guilt!

The wounded conscience Thou canst heal,
And make Thy grace be felt.

"Yes, Jesus, Thou art precious

To souls brought nigh to God!
Thou hast triumph'd and redeem'd them
By Thy most precious blood.

"Yes, Jesus, Thou art precious!

Thou art the strength and stay

Of those who seek a country

That fadeth not away.

"O Jesus, Thou art precious!

When Jordan's waves they view,
Thy word consoles, Thy presence cheers,-
Thou'lt safely lead them through.

"O King of saints, how precious!
When on Thy great white throne,
With all Thy glory full reveal'd,
Thy chosen ones wilt own.

"Through eternity, how precious!
Thy blood has set them free;
Sin, hell, and death hast conquered,
And gain'd the victory."

After a deeply interesting conversation on the privilege of prayer, and its power and efficacy, I received the subjoined lines from her::

"TO DEAR MISS G

FROM HER MUCH OBLIGED ANNE MURRAY.

"Dear lady, and did you thus remember me Before the throne? Oh, may it fully be

Our rich experience to abound yet more and more In love that never fails. May we explore

The height and depth of Jesus' love divine,

The length and breadth of this exhaustless mine,

This love which passeth knowledge, when God

gave up

His own dear Son to drink the bitter cup

Which was our due. He hung upon the tree,
That being made a curse, the guilty might go free.
The great atonement made, from death He rose
A triumphant victor o'er his numerous foes.
Ascended up on high, He sat Him down

At God's right hand, and from that gracious throne
He pleads our cause, presents His precious blood,
And now we stand as kings and priests to God.
Oh, may these glorious truths dwell in your heart!
May fruits of righteousness appear in every part
Of all your conduct! May you be sincere,
Without offence, till Jesus shall appear!
Then all the praise and glory shall be His
Who is our God, the God of grace and peace.
And may I never cease to plead for thee,
Dearly beloved, as you have done for me!"

It was no common refreshment to hold communion with one who dwelt so continually in the presence-chamber of the King. Humble and retiring, she always seemed to take the place of a learner, yet I ever felt that she was my teacher. much weakness and suffering, confined entirely to her little room, she yet did much for her Saviour-her "speech was ever with

In

grace, seasoned with salt," (Col. iv. 6,) and all who came in contact with her were constrained to feel, as the sainted Hewitson said regarding his own experience, that she "was better acquainted with Jesus than any friend on earth."

Singularly faithful in rebuking sin, no fear of giving offence kept her silent where she felt she ought to speak. Her heart yearned over unconverted souls. I have seen her weep when she spoke of them. "Oh," she said on one occasion, "how very sad it is to think of those poor things who are still subject to Satan's sway-led captive by him at his will! If they but knew the easiness of Christ's yoke, how would they come bending at His feet!"

A person well known to her once called on Anne, and ever anxious to use an opportunity aright, she sought to direct her friend's mind to the need of conversion that unless born again, there could be no entrance into heaven.