Oh! Mr. Editor! the more I hear, the more I read, the more I see, the more am I compelled to beseech you to let me speak to him, and on his behalf. To him I would say,"TAKE HEED TO THYSELF." On his behalf I would say,-(to all whose consciences may be smitten by these words,)"Cease, publicly, to pelt him from your pulpits: rather, (if you believe him wrong), pray for him, and plead with him in private." And may the Great Head of the Church so hold, and honor, and use him, that he may finish his course with joy, and, after fifty or sixty years of unmeasured usefulness in bringing sinners to Christ, may his last words, his last moments, his last triumphs, be closely approximating to what the biographer says of Kilham's departure. Such was the violence of the opposition against him, that the writer says:

"The devoted and pious Kilham was represented as having died by a judgment from heaven. Kilham died by a judgment! Never did a martyr hero expire in greater triumph than did Alexander Kilham. In his dying moments he exclaimed-'God is love. I am going to my Redeemer. I shall mount up as with eagle's wings. If I am dying now, tell all the world that Jesus is precious." When his spirit was just departing, he exclaimed-'What I have done in regard to the Connexion, so far from repenting of it, I rejoice in it at this moment. Oh, that I had done it more faithfully!'

These remarks, dear Sir, have forced themselves from my mind while reviewing "A Sermon addressed to Sunday School Teachers, by the Rev. C. H. Spurgeon;" and published by Alabaster and Passmore. In that discourse the Teachers of Sunday Schools certainly have lessons laid down before them; and I venture to ask you, through your little messenger, to lay before ministers, churches, and Sunday School Teachers, just a sentence or two, which I here quote, and which I will

leave to speak for themselves; while I remain, as ever, your's in the pathway of sorrow,

AN ISRAELITISH CAPTIVE IN BABYLON.

The following paragraphs are picked out for the serious consideration of all who wish to see our churches walking in usefulness and honor. The preacher remarked:

We have heard it said by some that children cannot understand the great mysteries of religion. We even know some Sunday-school teachers who cautiously avoid mentioning the great doctrines of the gospel, because they think the children are not prepared to receive them. Alas! the same mistake has crept into the pulpit, for it is currently believed, among a certain class of preachers, that many of the doctrines of the word of God, although true, are not fit to be taught to the people, since they would pervert them to their own destruction. Away with such priestcraft! Whatever my God has revealed ought to be preached. Whatever he has revealed, if I am not capable of understanding it, I will still believe, and preach it. I do hold that there is no doctrine of the word of God which a child, if he be capable of salvation, is not capable of receiving. I would have children taught all the great doctrines of truth without a solitary exception, that they may in their after days hold fast by them. I can bear witness that children can understand the Scriptures, for I am sure when but a child I could have discussed many a knotty point of controversial theology, having heard both sides of the question freely stated among my father's circle of friends.

"Throughout the churches I have noticed a kind of abhorrence of anything like early, child-like piety. We are frightened at the idea of a little boy loving Christ; and if we hear of a little girl following the Saviour, we say it is a youthful fancy, an early impression that will die away. My dear friends, I beseech you, never treat infant piety with suspicion. It is a tender plant-don't brush it too hard. I heard a tale some time ago, which I believe to be perfectly authen

tic. A dear little girl, some five or six years old, a true lover of Jesus, requested of her mother that she might join the church. The mother told her she was too young. The poor little thing was grieved exceedingly; and after awhile the mother, who saw that piety was in her heart, spoke to the minister on the subject. The minister talked to the child, and said to the mother, 'I am thoroughly convinced of her piety, but I cannot take her into the church, she is too young. When the child heard that, a strange gloom passed over her face; and the next morning, when her mother went to her little bed, she lay with a pearly tear or two on each eye, dead for very grief; her heart was broken, because she could not follow her Saviour, and do as he had bidden her. I would not have murdered that child for a world! Take care how you treat young piety. Be tender of it. Believe that children can be saved as much as yourselves."

THE DEATH OF AN OMNIBUS PROPRIETOR.

[THE following case is from The London City Missionary Magazine. It reflects great credit on the persevering efforts of the missonary. We can but wish that all ministers and missionaries, all preachers and visitors, could exercise a zeal equal to that here recorded. In the course of his report, the Missionary writes as follows:-]

I proceed to record the circumstances connected with my visits to a Mr. omnibus proprietor, who resided in the mews. I first heard of his illness early in the month of December last. I made several attempts to get an interview with him, but both he and his family were alike opposed to my visit, or, indeed, to that of any one else-as others had made a similar attempt, but failed. Having, however, learned that he was in dying circumstances, I resolved, after much prayer, that I would make another effort to see him. Accordingly I went to his abode, and was received by the mother, a woman of nearly eighty years of age, whom I entreated to

allow me to see her son, and pressed on her the awful position of his dying soul. It pleased God that my words at length so far produced an effect on her, that she shed tears, and I, at length, through her, got access to the dying man's room. He was about thirty-three years of age, in the last stage of consumption. Having informed him, in as kind a manner as I could, of the object of my visit, I at once spoke to him of Christ, and his willingness to save sinners; and, having read a few verses, I succeeded in gaining his attention, but all I could get from him was, "I have a hope." I prayed with him. To shew the condition of the people about him, I may mention that, although the man was apparently dying, and I was solemnly speaking to him, they were engaged in talking and laughing, in one corner of the room, during the whole time I was in their presence. On leaving I addressed some pointed remarks to them.

Continuing my visits almost daily, I was soon enabled to discover that the dying man had been living wholly regardless of the concerns of his soul, and when speaking to him on affliction, he observed, I cannot see how it can be good to be afflicted it may be, but I have not found it so; but if I am wrong, I hope to be set right. You seem to feel some anxiety about me-I do not know why. There is something strange about the matter, but I am now willing to listen to you, which, I confess, I was not disposed to do when I first saw you."

I did not perceive any particular benefit arising from my visits, except it might be in removing prejudices from his mind, till after three weeks' almost daily visitation. At this time I began to entertain more hope that good was being effected. It was then evident that he had been seriously affected by what I had said on a previous visit, and he observed, among other things, "I have been anxious to see you; your remarks, on your last visit, have seriously affected my

mind. I am too weak to tell you all I desire to do; but this I know, you have led me to feel I am a sinner, and to look to Christ for salvation. I hope I may be spared a little time longer, that I may the better be prepared for that death which must soon come."

I read a part of the 14th of St. John to him, to which he listened most devoutly, and he was under deep emotions while I prayed for him.

I still continued to have increasingly satisfactory interviews with him.

On the last occasion of my calling on him, I found severa persons at his bedside weeping. I addressed him thus, "My dear brother, your time is short; you cannot live long; I hope you have made Christ your only Refuge. I trust you have sought for pardon through the merits of the Redeemer." He fixed his eyes upon me, and said feebly, "You have been a good friend to me. I thank you for all you have done for me. I am looking to Christ alone, as the hope of salvation. I know I am dying. I pray that those about me may profit by what they witness in these my dying moments." prayed by his bedside only an hour before he died.

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The case proved one of much trial to me, both in mind and body, as, on leaving his room a few days before his decease, I was taken suddenly ill, which arose, 1 believe, from the anxiety I felt for his spiritual welfare, together with the confined state of the apartment in which he lay,-a small room over a stable, in which were several horses."

I visited the deceased about six weeks, and that almost daily, and I cannot but entertain some feeble hope that my labors were, at least, not altogether in vain.

It is refreshing to get alone with God. How happy it is to have all our thoughts swallowed up in the world of spirits; to feel one's self a serious stranger in this world, seeking through it the best and surest road to the heavenly Jerusalem.