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His hand.

None that come to Him shall ever be sent empty away. He pardons, and brings into His inner chamber, and there the soul is richly feasted with the hidden manna of His own Word. Oh how trifling and unsatisfactory does the whole world appear to a soul thus living on Christ, and waiting upon Him! This is language the world knows nothing of. The good things of time are all they desire, and how earnest they are in endeavouring to obtain them. They are wiser, indeed, than the children of the kingdom. But who hath made us to differ? Were we not 'the children of wrath, even as others?' (Eph. ii. 3.) Yes! 'But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace we are saved.') (Ver. 4, 5.) And now though we 'see him not, yet believing, we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory.' (1 Pet. i. 8.) Poor, and having nothing, yet enriched by

Him, who, though He was rich, yet for our sakes became poor, that we through His poverty might be rich.' (2 Cor. viii. 9.) Oh, then, how we should love Him who hath loved us, and given Himself for us! What will it be when we shall praise Him with immortal songs, when nothing shall interrupt the delightful employment? We shall ever be learning more of Him, and shall serve Him for ever. In the meantime, may we seek to know much of Him now, and assuredly we shall know much hereafter.

"Miss C

was so kind as to remember me, and sent to inquire for me. Oh how grateful should I be to think of the Lord's kindness in putting it into the hearts of His children to be so kind to such a worthless creature! My poverty and weakness will, I trust, make you all rich, for if done for the Saviour's sake, it will in no wise lose its reward.

"I could write more, but my strength is

gone, so I subscribe myself, yours in the

bonds of the gospel,

"ANNE MURRAY."

"P.S.-I send you the accompanying lines, which I have written on dear Mr and Mrs B- -'s bereavement.

The bereavement adverted to here refers to an event which must yet be fresh in the memory of many of the readers of this little narrative, when, by an awful railway accident, two dear children were removed from earth to heaven, leaving their sorrowing parents to mourn their loss, yet to rejoice in their gain. Few hearts were unmoved when the tidings reached the place they had so lately left in health and strength; and many praised the Lord for grace given to the mourners to glorify Him in the midst of the fires. (Isa. xxiv. 15.) Anne's heart beat in deepest sympathy. She constantly committed the bereaved parents to the God of

the mourner, and magnified Him on their behalf.

The lines which follow are far from being without poetical beauty, and will be read with much interest.

"Just for a little while

My little ones are gone,

Soon shall I meet them with a smile

Before the throne.

How much they know ere now

Of Jesus and His love,

With grateful hearts before Him bow,
'Mid hosts above.

How glorious is their dress,
So pure and without spot,
The perfect robe of righteousness
Which Jesus wrought.

How happy in the land

Where life and pleasures rise
Ever anew at God's right hand,

In Paradise.

My loved ones are now free
From sin and every pain,
And soon for ever I shall be

With them again.

My God, I humbly bow
Before Thy sovereign word,
And only say while laid so low,
It is the Lord.

He took my children hence,
To raise my heart above

The passing things of time and sense,
And taste His love.

He is my God I find,

Though treasures all depart,

For He can cheer my sadden'd mind,
And fill my heart."

The two following letters, the last I ever received from her, will prove, better than any words of mine, that dear Anne was being made "meet for the inheritance of the saints in light." (Col. i. 12.) She had been long in the furnace, and the

Great Refiner

had kept her there, watching over her with an eye of love, only till He saw His own image fully reflected in her, and ere long she was to be removed to that happy country, where sin, and pain, and sorrow are unknown.

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