used to say himself, "Methinks I hear the church bells of heaven ringing." And methinks he did hear them when he came near the river Jordan.

"But," you will say, "one was a theologian, and the other a poet-it might have been all fancy." Now learn what an active man, a missionary, said-Brainard.

He said, "I am almost in eternity. I long to be there. My work is done. I have done with all my friends. All the world is now nothing to me. Oh, to be in heaven, to praise and glorify God with his holy angels!" That is what Brainard said. He who counted all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Jesus Christ, and went among wild untutored Indians to preach the Gospel.

But it is possible you may say, "These were men of ages gone by." Now you shall have men of modern times.

And first, hear what the great and eminent Scotch preacher, Haldane, said. He raised himself a little, and distinctly repeated these words, "When Christ who is our life shall appear, then we shall appear with him in glory." He was then asked if he thought he was going home. He answered, "Perhaps not quite yet." Mrs. Haldane affectionately said, "Then you will not leave us very soon." He replied with a smile, "To depart and to be with Christ is far better." On being asked if he felt much peace and happiness, he twice repeated, "Exceeding great and precious promises." He then said, "But I must rise." Mrs. Haldane said, "You are not able to get up." He smiled, and answered, "I shall be satisfied when I awake with his likeness." She said, "Is that what rising up you meant?" He replied, "Yes, that is the rising I meant. I must rise!"

And now, what said Howard-the great philanthropist, the man who while possessing true religion, and being the most eminent and distinguished of Christians, would from his plain common sense mode of acting, never be suspected of being a fanatic and an enthusiast? A few days before his death, when the symptoms of his disease began to assume a most alarming appearance, he said to Admiral Priestman, "You endeavour to divert my mind from dwelling on death; but I entertain very different sentiments. Death has no terrors for me. I always look forward to it with cheerfulness, if not with pleasure."

But perhaps you may say, "We never knew any of these people. We should like to hear of somebody whom we did know." Well, you shall hear of one whom you have heard me affectionately mention. He was not of our denomination, but he was a very prince in Israel-I refer to Joseph Irons. Many of you heard the sweet and blessed things that proceeded out of his lips, and will perhaps be able to verify what is said of him. At intervals he repeated short portions of Scripture, and select sentences. Such as "How long, Lord?" "Come Lord Jesus! "I long to go home, to be at rest." Seeing his dear wife shed tears, he said, "Do not weep for me; I am waiting for that far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory." After a pause, to recover his breath, he added, "He that hath preserved me thus far, will never leave, or forsake me. Fear not all is well. Christ is precious. I am going home, for I am a shock of corn fully ripe." Now this is a man you did know, many of you. And to prove the fact that I have asserted, that to a Christian, death is acceptable, come when it may. I am sure I can say, with many of my brethren here, that could I now have the greatest favour conferred on me that mortals could desire, I would ask that I might die. I never wish to have the choice given to me; but to die is the happiest thing man can have, because it is to lose anxiety, it is to slay care, it is to have the peculiar sleep of the beloved. To the Christian, then, death must be acceptable.

The above is extracted from the Park Street Pulpit, published by Messrs. Alabaster & Passmore, 34, Wilson Street, Finsbury, price 1d.

OF GOD AND GLORY:

THE BURIAL OF A BABE IN CHRIST.

A SWEET little memoir of "FREDERIC STARLING," has been published by Houlston and Stoneman. It is called, "THE BABE IN CHRIST." It is a parental memoir of a fond, and much-loved child-in whose little soul it is believed JESUS, the Friend of sinners was revealed.

Of his dying days we have a minute detail. But the account of his burial has struck us as that which must be

interesting and cheering. We give it as it stands: because it breathes a cheerful spirit of resignation, and of praise to God in the midst of sorrow:

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The Lord gave us great quietness of spirit, and enabled us so to realize the eternal gain of our dear child, that we failed, for a time, to feel our own exceeding loss. But we had sorrow as well as joy. Faith rejoiced nature wept. Nature said, had we but known such a thing, we should have done so and so I had we but done that, such a result might have followed; but faith said all, even the minutest details, were well known beforehand by our heavenly Father, and so watched over by him, that had it been well for the child, well for us, and for his glory, he would have stayed the progress of disease, and recovered our child. Here was the comfort of our hearts. In conjecturing and looking at circumstances, we found only sorrow. The comfort of love-God's love-was indeed balm to our souls; and is so still, whenever the gush of parental feelings opens the wound afresh; and will be until we see the end of all sorrow, in those regions where we soon shall meet him again with the

"Many dear children who're gathering there,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

If, while he lived, intelligence and sweetness marked his countenance, they were still manifest when death had seized upon the "clay tenement." He appeared much older than he was, while his placid, intelligent look, in connection with his long white garment, suggested the idea of his being a young student. Well, he had learned, and delighted in what he learned, of "glory," and of "God" here, and now he is gone, where his knowledge is perfected; yet still "to graduate in glory and in love."

The sympathy of saints was pleasant, when with hope and gladness we commended him to the Lord; and very consolatory when, having taken him to himself, we sorrowed over his early removal. Many and kind were the expressions of that sympathy, both personally, and by letters, as well as in the attendance at the interment of the body at Highgate Cemetery, where it rests until "the voice of the archangel, and the trump of God" shall be heard; and "the dead in Christ shall rise first, and we which are alive and remain, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord."

In the little chapel, which was filled on the occasion, the follow

ing hymn was sung:

Go and search the tomb of Jesus,
Where the Lord of glory lay:
Jesus is not there, but risen,
And has borne our sins away:
It is finished-

Captive leads captivity.

Could not all our sins retain him,
Prisoned in the guarded cave?
No! he conquered death in dying,
By his cross he spoiled the grave:
Lo! he's risen!

Yea, the Lord is risen indeed.

Matt. xix. 13-15 was read, and a few remarks made; especially, it was observed, that this dear babe had found all that was worth seeking or worth having in the world - all that he came in the world for he had found Christ. Prayer and thanksgiving were offered by two Christian brethren. The precious remains were then borne to the grave by two "devout men." Again prayer was offered, commending the sorrowing parents to him who is the God of all comfort. Another hymn was sung before we retired— "A little while" our Lord shall come, And we shall wander here no more; He'll take us to our Father's home, Where he for us is gone beforeTo dwell with him, to seek his face, And sing the glories of his grace. "A little while" he'll come againLet us the precious hours redeem. Our only grief to give him pain,

Our joy to serve and follow him:
Watching and ready may we be
As those that long their Lord to see.
"A little while," 'twill soon be past,
Why should we shun the promised cross?
O let us in his footsteps haste,

Counting for him all else but loss:
Oh! how will recompense his smile,
The sufferings of this "little while."

"A little while "-come, Saviour, come!
For thee thy bride has tarried long:
Take thy poor, wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song,
To see thy glory, and to be

In everything conformed to thee!

It had been the earnest wish of dear Freddy's mother, expressed to the Lord in prayer, within a fortnight of his removal, that if the life of her child were spared, it might be spent in the service of God. She could desire nothing higher; her cry for him was, that he might

"tell to sinners round,

What a dear Saviour he had found;
Might point to his redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God."

Well, "he being dead, yet speaketh;" babe as he was, he heard of the love of Jesus, and his heart was won by the simple tale; he believed the good news, that Jesus had died for sinners, and in his brief life, and short illness, we have seen the happy result.

THE EVERLASTING COVENANT.

A SWEET CORDIAL FOR A DROOPING SAINT.

(Continued from page 180, Vol. 5.)

In resuming the labours of another year, we cannot do better than endeavour to direct the minds unto, and stay the hearts of our readers upon, the EVERLASTING COVENANT; a volume of splendid sermons on great and glorious gospel subjects, having been lent us by Mr. Spurgeon, we are taking therefrom, good old Benjamin Keach's discourse on the words of David written in 2 Samuel xxiii. 5: "Although my house be not so with God, yet hath he made with me an everlasting Covenant," &c., &c.

The introductory portions we have given. We are now come to the preacher's divisions of the subject: so that we cannot reckon upon getting fairly into the subject until next month.

In the words are Three Parts.

1. Something supposed, or taken for granted, wherein is im