I was scared by dreams that night, and awoke on the Lord's-day morning from disturbed slumbers. The chiming of the Church bells at eight o'clock awaked me. As I lifted my head from the pillow, these words flowed in with great impressiveness, "Thou which has shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth." It was impresssed on my mind, that the words as spoken to me, pointed rather to the future; but the latter part was sealed as a sure promise on my mind. The words were new to me, but on opening my Bible, I immediately found them, (Psalm 1xxi. 20,) and no one can say, no, not I, myself,-what a rock and shelter I have experienced from that application of truth to my mind through subsequent trials!

When I went to Providence Chapel, that morning, I felt it was a continuation of the heavenly teaching, as Mr. Beeman read and preached from Prov. iii. 11—18, “My son, despise not the chastening of the Lord; neither be weary of his corrections," &c, &c.

would linger still on the wonders of that Saturday night, and Lord's-day morning. To me it was another remarkable season, and another remarkable instance of the manner in which God manifests himself unto his people, otherwise than he does unto the world. He sometimes shows them the trouble that is coming upon them before hand; prepares them to expect it; and, at the same time, he encourages them with a precious promise of support and consolation; so that when it does come, those exercised with it, can say, "this light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen;" (2 Cor. xvii.) viz: the unseen promise which faith fixes her eye upon; and the PROMISER who presents the prize, causing them to endure seeing him who is invissible. Heb, xi. 27.

So God dealt with Abraham, as related in Gen. xv. 12-15. So the Lord Jesus said, concerning Saul of Tarsus, "For I will show him how great things he must suffer for my name's sake." Acts ix. 16. So God showed me my yoke, and called it his, and made it light. Matt. xi. 30. And for more than twenty-five years since he has enabled me rather to bless him for trouble, than to rebel under it.

Referring again to Cranbrook, for the purpose of introducing an anecdote and a piece of poetry, I must say, had the Saviour said to Mr. Beeman respecting me, "Take care of him," (Luke x. 35) he could not have treated me more kindly, or behaved more like a father in Christ Jesus. Mr. Beeman was a tall and slight graceful figure. Intelligence, truth, and benevolence shone through his eyes, and spread themselves over his features; and soon made those persons easy in his presence who shared his friendship. I was admitted frequently to his study, where he discoursed freely on matters of experience and events connected with his life and ministry. On one occasion, he dwelt on the happy death of a son, who had reached manhood, and then drooped, laden with the buds of promise. When the remains of that young man were interred in Cranbrook Church Yard, as the coffin was lowered into the grave, the bereaved father stepped to the border of it, and thus spoke:

"The laws of the Church of England do not allow any not ordained in her pale, to perform any service over the dead buried within her walls; I shall, therefore, only repeat the Scripture which my son dwelt on in his last moments, as expressive of his faith and hope, 'For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.””

I rejoiced in the lively faith of the departed; I rejoiced in the enduring faith of the father; I rejoiced in such abiding faith as my own; and under the influence I wrote the following.

THE SAINT'S FAITH UNDER AFFLICTIONS, CENTRING IN CHRIST AS THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE, FROM JOB XIX. 23-27.

OH! that these truths, which ease my smart
Were read and understood by men;
Were written deep in every heart;
Were graven with an iron pen;

Were printed plain as in a book,
Or sculptured there as in a rock!

These words support my drooping frame,
Impart new life, and hush my fears;
Reduce dark mountains to a plain
Where cheering light and hope appears;
And through this valley faith descries
My God, who holds the gracious prize.
"I know that my Redeemer lives ?"
Who by his death my life obtains.
He rose, and to his children gives
The trophies of his dying pains.

He lives! he lives! and from his throne
Dispatches troops to guard me home.
I know the Friend who once drew near,
When Vengeance stood to cut me down;
When Justice shewed the vast arrear,
And flaming wrath marked every frown.
I saw, 1 felt, I groaned, I cried,

When lo! this Friend said, "I'll provide."
With great surprise, I looked around,
When words like these had reached my ear.
Again I heard the blissful sound!

But how ?" said I, "can this appear?
The law is holy; this I've broke:
'Tis just, and I deserve the stroke!"
My fainting soul drew near the grave;
I fain would hope, but guilt repelled.
My quivering lips cried out, "O save!"
The voice said, "look, and be you healed:
My hands, and feet, and side for thee
Were pierced, poor sinner, look to me !"

I looked, and by his light could see

Those wounds, but oh! they made me mourn; My sins had caused them; could it be

My lot to share this sweet return?

He smiled benignantly and said,

""Twas LOVE that made thy Saviour bleed !"

Grace so distinguishing and free,

Conveyed with such rich draughts of love,

O'erwhelmed a feeble worm like me,

And laid me low; nor could I move
"Till he breathed on me: then at length
I saw my righteousness and strength.

I know the Name in which I trust!
The grace that taught me where to lean!
Though this frail form return to dust,
Yet Jesus shall the whole redeem.

And when the latter day shines forth,
I then shall see him on the earth.

"I know that my Redeemer lives!"
And ever will for all his saints.
He intercedes, and still receives

Rich gifts to suit their great complaints.
Though sickness now my frame corrode,
Yet in my flesh I shall see God.

Though for a while this corpse shall lie
Beneath the clods as food for worms;
Yet, when the trumpet sounds, then I
Shall rise to join celestial forms.

With incorruption then enrobed
Mine eyes shall there behold my God!

These light afflictions which consume
My reins within me, haste the time
When death shall bear me to the tomb;
But death cannot my soul confine.

My soul up borne on angel's wings
Shall bow before the King of kings!

This paper appears to me longer than usual, but I was obliged to mention these reminiscences of Cranbrook, for they made a well in the "valley of Baca " (Psalm lxxxiv. 6.) A well that has sprung up with the water of life in all my wanderings. God has not been a wilderness to

THE CARPENTER'S SON.
Jer. ii. 31.

MY FIRST JOURNEY TO LONDON.

IN the year 1834, some, two years after the Lord called me to know and rejoice in a personal interest in his great salvation, I had a desire to see London, and find employment there, that I might hear some of those good men of whom I had read. Accordingly, in the month of July, I left home with the warmest wishes and prayers of my friends; the thought of which cheered me on my journey. I reached Bedford the first evening, and found the chapel, where the late Mr. Tomlinson preached; and right welcome was the gospel that evening from that good man's lips, as from Isa. lii. 1, he described Zion in her beautiful dress, her never failing strength, and unsullied holiness, as she stood in covenant oneness with the Lord Jesus. The following evening, I arrived at Witham, with the hope I might again hear the gospel, but in this I was disappointed. I journeyed on, and the weather being hot, I thought the miles very long, as I travelled through Staffordshire. I had hoped to reach London, by Saturday night, that I might feast under the gospel ministry on the Lord's day, but in this I failed; for, the shadows of the evening drew on, and I was twelve miles distant. On arriving at Waltham Cross, enquired of an old gentleman I met with, who seemed to know what the gospel was, and he told me I should hear it at Waltham Abbey; and directed me, but I missed my road, and found myself at a place where there was only a smart little Independant Chapel, where I went; but neither the smart little chapel, nor the smart little_man, were attractive enough to induce me to go in the evening; so I walked to Waltham Abbey, a distance of 5 miles when I found the little chapel, and never shall I forget the feeling, as I opened the door, the minister was in prayer, and these words were uttered, which found an echo in my very heart, "we bless thee for covenant enjoyments and everlasting love." I was almost ready to speak aloud, and say, "this is the place!" Who the good man was I know not, but the gospel he preached was very precious to my heart. On coming out; I walked some two miles with two old pilgrims, and found their con versation as cheering words to my heart: we met as strangers, but we parted as those who knew each other well; they have doubtless reached the end of their earthly pilgrimage years ago, but their then youthful companion, is still a traveller; and still loves to meet and listen to the tales of sorrows and joys experienced by the aged and grace-taught pilgrims, as he sees the tear and the smile upon the care worn cheeks of such who are looking for eternal rest;