I desire to leave on record, that Christ's blood and righteousness are my only plea before a Holy God, and that the service of God here below is the only thing worth living or dying for.

FROM A PRIVATE ACCOMPT-BOOK.

OH my heavenly Father! Thy child is so accustomed to look up to thee in every thing, that she cannot even prepare this book without invoking thy blessing. Oh teach me (Thou only canst since I have it not by nature) that holy self-denial which shall enable me to deny my own foolish wish for expence, and thus allow of my giving more liberally to those who are in need. Too long have I been a careless steward. Oh make me really "wise-hearted," and when I am tempted to squander either time or money, let thy Holy Spirit remind me that I am not mine own, and that I was bought with too dear a price to be unconcerned about any talent which Thou hast lent me! I ask all in the Name of the Lord Jesus!

THE CAPTIVES OF BOKHARA.

We have hitherto refrained from entering into this bitterly painful subject, in the fond hope that our beloved and honoured friend would himself return to lay before the Christian public the narrative of wrong, of cruelty, of treachery connected with the fate of our two countrymen, and his own mission : but alas! Wolff is himself in captivity, so far as our latest accounts reach; and no hope appears of any other succour being given than what the Lord Himself may see good to accord irrespective of the will of earthly kings; and it is to stir up the minds of our readers to earnest prayer on his behalf, that we now introduce the distressing topic.

And first to remove a false impression from other minds, as it has happily been removed from our own: some rather strong and unguarded expressions used by Dr. Wolff in his last published volume, taken in connexion with reports industriously circulated by parties who had their own sinister objects in view, led to the supposition that our dear brother had imbibed the doctrines of Tractarianism. This is not the case we enjoyed for a long day the privilege of his society just before he started on his noble mission; and in all the confidence of long-standing friendship talked over the matter. The result is that the Editor of this Magazine pledges herself to the fact, that Dr. Wolff is no more a Puseyite than she

is. He frankly admitted that there were passages in his latest Journal, which he would desire to expunge or to alter; and that he had been provoked by what he considered unfair animadversions to defend those passages, as not bearing the construction put on them; while he was, for a time, really persuaded that the tendencies of what Messrs. Pusey, Newman, and the rest held were not so unscriptural as now he fully acknowledges them to be; but the sentiments of his heart, as they flowed from his lips, in the energetic language habitual to him, were those of high, and holy, and spiritual Protestantism. God in His great mercy grant that Joseph Wolff may return, to read these lines, and to verify, as he would certainly do, the statement! But if not: if he be added to the victims already immolated, the remembrance of that day in our own quiet home, when our faith was strengthened, our hope enlivened, and our mutual affection exceedingly increased, will ever be sweetly consoling to the survivors in that exclusively domestic party. Often now is the tear of sorrowful anxiety checked by it: and our hearts repose on the firm conviction, respecting our Brother, "Whether he live, or whether he die, HE IS THE LORD'S."

Our readers are generally aware that the noble philanthropist, Captain Grover, was stirred up to seek from the British Government some interposition on behalf of the two British Officers, Colonel Stoddart and Captain Conolly, who, in violation of every right were immured in a dungeon in Bokhara. Their official characters, as envoys in the service of England, it was naturally supposed, entitled them to such interposition; any outrage committed on their persons being virtually an outrage on Eng.

land. Certain old prejudices, concerning national principle, faith, and honour, which the march of intellect, or some other modern march seems to have overpassed, and forgotten in the distance, were supposed by Captain Grover to be still in recognised existence; and he was with great difficulty convinced that a British administration, professing the old-fashioned principles of government, could reconcile to their consciences the desertion of their own envoys, soldiers too, who had gallantly fought their country's battles, to perish miserably in the land of their peaceable mission.

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Returning from his fruitless visit to the Foreign Office, Captain Grover was no less astonished than overjoyed at seeing in the columns of a newspaper, a letter addressed to the Officers of our Army and Navy by Dr. Wolff, then on the continent, proffering his aid in the capacity of an envoy on their behalf, to ascertain the fate of our countrymen, and if still they lived, to rescue them. nication was opened between these two compassionate men, roused as they were at the same time to pity the betrayed and forsaken victims. We saw them together shortly after, where a few generous men were assembling to give effect to the enterprise, in the very office where poor Stoddart had once presided, as Secretary to the United Service Institution. To most of those who there met, he was personally, intimately known: while Conolly, prized by some as a very decidedly pious man, by all as a gallant officer; and in an especial manner by dear Wolff, as having once rescued him from a naked, starving, altogether perishing state, after being plundered and

wounded by the wild Arabs, was no less an object of deep interest.

At this period, the fund had not reached any thing like the requisite amount; any help from government, in the way either of money or protection, was hopeless; and now that Captain Grover is also far distant on the same anxious quest, to rescue the captive, we will record the fact, that he took from his own pocket the full sum, and handed it over to Dr. Wolff, that not a day might be lost. Be it remembered, that we have now positive evidence of Stoddart and Conolly having been alive, and within reach of any attempt at rescue, at the time when Captain Grover first applied to Lord Aberdeen; and there was every reason to believe that they were still living, still recoverable to their families and country. Neither are we singular among those best acquainted with the circumstances of this cruel case, in believing that one or both of them may yet survive, to tell the tale to ears exceedingly unwilling to hear it publicly related.

Joseph Wolff, the same undaunted, noble Jew that he was twenty-five years previously, when traversing the deserts of Arabia to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus, set forth, commended to God with many prayers, the answer to which shall yet appear to His glory who prompted them. Steadily, and without turning to the right or to the left, he pursued his dangerous and toilsome way. We have read, in his well-known hand-writing, the diary that told of his progress; the latter part being written by the dim light that glimmered in a tent, where he, surrounded by a party of questionable protectors, approached the fatal city. There was hope, and there was con