our report?" We are not the only witnesses to the awful burden of anxiety, fear, despondency and faithful labor, under which his soul grew sad and faint, as he "went in and out" before his own charge. In view of such a display of the sovereignty of grace, he felt his only confidence in clinging to the everlasting Rock. He has gone to his reward. And he who has hushed his faithful voice in death, has doubtless made that awful Providence the most impressive application to the sermon of the young Pastor's solemn ministry. Oh! that his people would lay it to heart. He died, as he labored to the last, with them on his heart. Death met him as he was coming to tell them again-"I know whom I have believed." Nay, was it not the Master himself who stopped him on the way, and changed the very theme of his last discourse into the victor's song? What a living sermon in that death!

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Nearly the last time that we met was on

a day of sorrow and darkness.

As we bent

over the coffin of one who, as wife and friend, was so loved and wept, and as he poured into the wounded heart of a stricken brother, in few words and low tender tones, some precious consolations; little did we suppose that he and his would so soon join. her ransomed spirit in the skies. But I forbear. We know all the rest. Blessed

be God for such a friend, for his life and his

love, and his happy death.

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VI.

Recollections

OF AMARINTHA

N.

WILLIAMSON.

It is as a sprightly child that I first remember Ammy, a curly-haired, bright-eyed little thing, the life of the house, now standing in a chair at the instigation of her sisters, with one arm extended, to personate 66 childhood," after an annual frontispiece which had captivated her young fancy, now sitting playfully in my lap, and now climbing up to the glass and trying her utmost to smooth out to stiff straightness the short curls that clustered in bright luxuriance around her head. Wilful and passionate though she was at this time, there was yet an exceeding affectionateness of disposition, which joined with her natural liveliness to make her a pet and favorite wherever she went; and she was subjected to a careful training, which as she grew up, with the

blessing of God, entirely corrected her childish waywardness.

Her religious instruction was never left to be a matter of weekly attendance at a Sunday School. Her parents believed themselves to be the divinely appointed instructors of their own children in things pertaining to God; and while a large part of every Sabbath day was devoted to the careful study and explanation of the word of God, and of the Westminster Catechism, that same venerable compound of Christian doctrine and duty formed part of each day's lessons. These were attended to entirely at home, under the personal superintendence of a mother, who from the first had laid aside everything which could interfere with her entire devotion to her children's highest good, and believing that that could be best promoted by becoming herself their teacher, cheerfully undertook, and faithfully and patiently fulfilled the task-by no means an easy one-of carrying on their

education till they reached the age of about twelve years. Thus she secured to herself many an opportunity, which would otherwise have been lost, of impressing the truths ef religion upon the children's minds; striving to fulfil the Scriptural injunction--“ And thou shalt teach them diligently to thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, when thou liest down, and when thou risest up." And God blessed her labors.

With such a foundation laid at home, a child might go forth into the outer world of a large school, comparatively guarded against its temptations. And so Ammy did she not only kept herself pure from the common school-girl vices of insubordination and deception, but exercised a long-remembered influence for good upon some of her companions. Though never particularly fond of study, she always maintained an honorable standing at school, and used daily