account of her sayings during the last day or two of her life may be here annexed.

When she became aware that her life was in great danger, she looked towards her beloved children and thus addressed them: "My dear children, I have often wondered what disease would terminate my life, and now it has come. May you never suffer as I do; but Christ is my support. I long to go to Him, where I shall see His face, and never, never, never die. Meet me, all of you, in glory.

'Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.'

His chariot is coming-why so tardy?"

Upon one occasion, when waking out of sleep, she could not recollect where she was. Dr. Leifchild came in at the moment to visit her, and inquired, "Where are you?" Understanding his meaning, she answered, "On the Rock of Ages."

This was her last day upon earth. Her husband had been summoned from a distance, and she was anxious to see him. Turning herself repeatedly to her children, she inquired: "Is he come?" At length she heard his approaching footstep, and said: Children, be calm; you see I am." Her husband now interposed, "You are going to a better world." "I know that well," rejoined she; and, after concluding with him an arrangement which had long been her fondest desire, she added, "Now all is accomplished. Ask me no more questions. Let me die; you have done with me, have you not? Well, then, let me die. Just so, Lord, let me die." She soon afterwards fell into a tranquil slumber and breathed her last.-Dr. Leifchild's Life, &c., by his Son.

MR. WESLEY ON HIS EIGHTY-FIFTH

BIRTHDAY.

SATURDAY, June 28th, 1788.-I this day enter on my eighty-fifth year; and what cause have I to praise God, as for a thousand spiritual blessings, so for bodily blessings also? How little have I suffered yet by "the rush of numerous years." It is true I am not so agile as I was in times past; I do not run or walk so fast as I did; my sight is a little decayed; my left eye is grown dim, and hardly serves me to read. I have daily some pain in the ball of my right eye, as also in my right temple (occasioned by a blow received some months since), and in my right shoulder and arm, which I impute partly to a sprain, and partly to rheumatism. I find likewise some decay in my memory, with regard to names, and things lately passed, but not at all to what I have heard or read, twenty, forty, or sixty years ago. Neither do I find any decay in my hearing, smell, taste, or appetite (though I want but the third part of the food I did once); nor do I feel any such thing as weariness, either in travelling or preaching; and I am not conscious of any decay in writing sermons, which I do as readily, and I believe as correctly as ever.

To what cause am I to impute this, that I am as I am? First, doubtless to the power of God, fitting me for the work to which I am called, as long as he pleases to continue me therein; and next, subordinately to this, to the prayers of his children,

May we not impute it to inferior means, namely:

1. To my constant exercise, and change of air.

2. To my never having lost a night's sleep, sick or well, at land or at sea, since I was born.

3. To my having sleep at command, so that whenever I feel myself almost worn out, I call it, and it comes, day or night.

4. To my having constantly, for above sixty years, risen at four in the morning.

5. To my constant preaching at five in the morning, for

above fifty years.

6. To my having had so little pain in my life, and so little sorrow or anxious care.

Even now, though I find pain daily, in my eye or temple or arm; yet it is never violent, and seldom lasts many minutes at a time.

Whether or not this is sent to give me warning that I am shortly to quit this tabernacle, I do not know; but be it one way or the other I have only to say,

My remnant of days

I spend to his praise,

Who died the whole world to redeem;

Be they many or few,

My days are his due,

And they all are devoted to him.

NOT FORGOTTEN!

MANY many years ago, in a desolate little cabin in the suburbs of Philadelphia, sat a lonely widow, surrounded by her fatherless children. Her husband had fallen in the battles of his country, but since then she had earned a scanty subsistence by her own hands without being burdensome to any; and her little ones, though but poorly fed and clothed, had never felt that bitterest ingredient of poverty -alms-seeking from the public. But recently sickness had laid its heavy hand upon her, and stern want--starvation almost—had followed closely in its footsteps. Yet did not her faith fail. She repeated the words that so often before had cheered her sad heart: "Leave thy fatherless children, and I will preserve them alive, saith the Lord;" "I have been young, and now am old, yet never saw I the righteous

forsaken, nor his seed begging bread;" and her heart rose in humble yet firm reliance upon their Divine Author.

As her children had eaten nothing all day, and she was still too feeble even to rise from her bed, she now felt compelled, though most reluctantly, to send forth the eldest of her children on his first mission of begging, to seek from some charitable stranger a few shillings to buy bread, hoping she should soon be again able to earn it by her own efforts. The child, a noble little fellow of ten years, shrank from such an errand; but seeing his poor mother's look of anguish, he hushed his own regrets, and rushed forth into the streets, little heeding, in his grief, what course he took; but a higher power, though unseen, directed his steps.

As the child walked mournfully on, looking wistfully into the faces of the people he met, he was too much disheartened by their cold or indifferent looks to venture to address them. The longer he put it off the more reluctant he was to ask the alms he feared might be refused, and weeping bitterly he hurried on, unknown and unheeded by the busy throng.

Suddenly a kind voice spoke to him, and looking up he saw a mild benevolent-looking gentleman, dressed in black, and wearing a three-cornered hat. Taking the child's hand in his, and leading him gently onward, the strange gentleman soon drew from the little boy their whole historythe father's name and death, the mother's struggles to gain a support, her recent sickness, and their subsequent sufferings; and then he bade the child lead him to his home, though stopping at a provision store on the way, to order a supply for the poor family. Entering the house, the quick eye of the stranger soon discerned the cause of the mother's feebleness, and introducing himself as a physician quite suited to her case, though not a regular practitioner, he offered to write a prescription, which he said he was sure would prove beneficial. Leaving the paper on the table, after saying a few kind cheering words to the mother, he left the house, promising to repeat his visit in a few days, and then to renew the prescription, if necessary.

When he was gone, the widow looked at the paper, and found it an order for a hundred dollars, to be paid on demand, and signed by GEORGE WASHINGTON.

This is a true incident. Such was the father of his country; a man fearing God, not less pitiful to the sorrows of a weeping child and the anxieties of a widowed mother, than great in the armies of his country and the councils of his nation. Thus were the widow's prayers answered, and the seed of this faithful Christian not suffered to 66 beg bread."

Juvenile Biography.

JAMES HALL, the son of Thomas and Margaret Hall, of Old Shildon, was born August 15th, 1863, and died December 27th, 1868. From his gentle and kind disposition he gained many friends, and was more than ordinarily attached to his parents and each member of the family. For the last two years of his life he had a strong attachment to the Sabbath-school and all the means of grace; and would frequently speak of the Saviour, and how he was put to death by wicked men. On retiring to bed in the evening he would have his sister (who slept with him) to tell him about Jesus. One evening in particular he was heard to say, "Lovely Jesus died for me; lovely Jesus died for me." During revival meetings held last autumn, when upwards of one hundred were brought to God in Old Shildon, he took a most lively interest in the services, and never seemed to be weary, however late the service was held. He became ill on December 23rd, and bore his sufferings so patiently that he was never heard to complain. After four days' illness this lamb of Christ's fold sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, at the early age of five years and a little over four months. M. HALL.