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and depend upon it, dear young friends, that nothing but true religion, and the love of Christ, the rock, will satisfy us, whether in this life, or when we come to die. Time is passing away very rapid, may you "redeem the time," begin to serve the Lord in real earnest, and live a life of Christian usefulness, and then you will receive a glorious reward in Heaven. Oh! may you love Jesus in sincerity, and build your foundation upon the Rock. I hope all the readers of the Juvenile Magazine will try to use their influence in behalf of their excellent periodical, you all have an influence, may you use it for a good while in the world, and you will in no wise loose your reward. There is a vast field for your labour, if you only look around-look at the drunkenness, the Sabbath breaking, the swearing, the infidelity, and kindred other evils, and I am sure you need not be idle, or fold your arms and remain indifferent, while so much may be done. Methinks, if your religion rest upon the Rock, .viz., Christ, you will think the same.

My dear young friends, shall we, I ask, turn a deaf ear to all these evils? I hope you will not forget the great duty of your life, for this state is our schooling days, we are on probation, therefore, may you at once decide for Christ, and thus build your hopes and religion upon the Rock.

Plymouth.

THOMAS HEATH, JUN.

Juvenile Biography.

"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven."

IN affectionate remembrance of MARGARET, the beloved daughter of Joseph and Maria Charlton, who was born at Greenside, October 29th, 1861, and died at Emma Ville, Crawcrook, in the Newcastle-upon-Tyne Circuit, on Thursday, March 18th, 1869. She was a lovely child, she was

loved dearly by her parents, and respected by all who knew her; she had been a scholar in the Primitive Methodist Sabbath-school for more than four years. She was an anxious reader of our Juvenile Magazine and Child's Friend. She always took a particular interest in reading the short but excellent memoirs which the former contains. She would never go to bed at night without kissing her father and mother, and repeating those simple yet blessed words, "Good night, and God bless you." Her favourite hymn

was

"My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine." And often she sang it with her sweet voice.

Towards the close of the autumnal season of last year, that fatal disease "Scarlatina," broke out in the village in which her parents lived, by which many children were called away from the evil of this world, to be for ever with the Lord; and after subsiding a little, it again broke out in the same village, and the subject of our memoir was the first lamb who was called out of the fold below, to the great Shepherd, where she will be

"Free from pain, his glories sing."

She was at the Sabbath-school on Sabbath, March 14th, and was taken with illness at night on the same day ; and during the short time she lay, her sufferings were very great. On the morning previous to her death she called her parents and the rest of the family to her bedside, and said, "Mother, I'm going to die, but I'm going to heaven." She asked them one by one if they would meet her in heaven. Her mother, with tears in her eyes, asked her if she was afraid to die? She replied, with great earnestness, "No, Mother, I'm not afraid to die, and dry up your tears, for I'm going to that land, where

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and feared no more.'

She told her mother that she would see many of the children (mentioning them by name) who had died from the

the same disease, and she held up her little hand, and said, "Mother, when I get to heaven, I will wave a palm in my hand." She told her father to be sure and tell the scholars in the Sabbath-school to meet her in heaven; after this, she took little notice of any one, but was often seen clasping her hands and moving her lips, as if she was praying. On Thursday morning, March 18th, the malignant disease had done its work, and her happy spirit took its flight to that world, where no disease shall come. May we all meet her in heaven.

JOSEPH CHARLTON.

JOSEPH JOHNSON, son of John and Betty Johnson, was born at Broadhurst, New Mills, April 30th, 1860. When four years of age he became a scholar in our Sundayschool. He loved the school, and was very punctual in his attendance, and was much beloved by both teachers and scholars. His sickness was of short duration; but during the few days of his sickness, which was scarlet fever, he quite surprised his parents and friends by his spiritual conversation. On the Tuesday night before he died he said to his brother, "pray for me!" and then said, "Jesus died for sinners-little ones, like me! little ones, like me!" He said, "You must be good, John Edward, and then when you are ready you will come to heaven to me. How mysterious are the ways of Divine Providence! In six days after the death of Joseph, John Edward, too, was called away, we trust, to meet his dear brother in heaven. One night, when very ill, Joseph said: "They will say he is gone, he is gone to heaven!" To all who visited him he said: "Good bye; God bless you, and be good." He asked for his books, which he distributed among his friends and companions. To one of which he sent word by his mother: "Tell him he must read those pretty stories, and be good." One day, to a neighbour who was visiting him, he said: "Pray for me!" but his teacher just then coming in,he said, "find a nice hymn, and sing." He found, "I want to be an

angel." "Yes, that will do, sing that," he said, "and pray for me." He died in peace, March 25th, 1869. Sabbathschool teachers, work on; your labour shall not be in vain in the Lord. S. S.

Anniversaries.

HURSTBORNE TARRANT, ANDOVER CIRCUIT.-On Sunday and Monday, April 11th and 12th, 1869, the fourth anniversary of our Sabbath-school was held. On Sunday the Rev. W. Sheasby preached two short sermons, and at both services the children and teachers recited some good pieces and dialogues with telling effect, to crowded congregations. On the Monday, at five o'clock, the children, teachers, and a goodly number of friends, partook of tea. Afterwards a public meeting was held, presided over by Mr. W. Sheasby. Addresses were delivered by Messrs. J. Steedman, W. Richardson, and J. Smallbone; and pieces and dialogues recited by the children and teachers. Finances, £2 63. This was considered the best Sabbath-school anniversary ever held here.

W. S.

VERNHAM, ANDOVER CIRCUIT.-On Sunday and Monday, April 18th and 19th, 1869, the fourth anniversary of our Sabbath-school was celebrated. On Sunday the Rev. W. Sheasby preached morning and evening, and Mr. C. Archer in the afternoon; at each service the children and teachers recited some good pieces and dialogues with thrilling effect. The congregations were large. On Monday, about four o'clock, the children partook of a substantial tea. At five o'clock upwards of eighty friends and teachers partook of the social repast. Afterwards a public meeting was held, when addresses were delivered by the Rev. W. Sheasby and Mr. C. Hunt, and pieces and dialogues recited by the children and teachers, to a full congregation, under a mighty

Divine influence, amidst frequent bursts of applause. Collections, £2 4s. 6d. During the last winter God has here vouchsafed unto us a blessed revival of religion, in which a goodly number of the scholars realized redemption through Christ's blood, the forgiveness of their sins, and are walking in newness of life. To God be all the glory.

W. SHEASBY.

Macclesfield.

EVENING WHISPERS.

"The guard of childhood," Angels.

Little children when at play
Watch the lingering sun-beams lower,
Yet they know not-how can they?-
Those who watch thro' every hour:
Baby lips might tell us more,
If they could all thoughts express,
Of brighter beings known before,
By their charming beautious dress.

We see them not, yet they are there,
Watching till their play is done,
Waiting for their evening prayer,
Ere they hasten to the throne;
Watch them on the quivering wing,
Eager, anxious to be gone.
Daily mercies do they bring,
Blessings to us every one.

Listen! as they pass you by,
Soft as zephyr breezes play,
So they hasten to the sky,
So they swiftly pass away,
Linger still tho' nature fail,
Leave us not tho' death may come,
Mark our path, remove the veil,
When the spirit hastens Home.

THE WANDERER.

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