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similar duties, dangers, and difficulties ; similar sufferings, and sorrows, and sacrifices required. And the thought that there is the same throne of grace to go to, the same promises to plead, and the same heavenly Father and Friend to address now, which were found so accessible, so true, and so ready to help last year, cannot fail to strengthen faith, inspire confidence, and aid the saints of God to go on their way rejoicing. It is when the past help of the Lord is forgotten, that we yield to fear, become unbelieving in prayer, faint in our mind, and are silent from praise. The consideration that God is now what God has been, my never-failing Friend, my sure refuge and great salvation, will dissipate doubt, enliven hope, warrant trust, and furnish matter for songs of holy joy.
Then, Christian reader, raise thy thankful Ebenezer. Hitherto, to this very day, the Lord has helped thee with His all-sufficient grace and providential bounty. He has blessed thee with all spiritual blessings in Christ, and thy bread has been given, and thy water has been sure.
He will help thee until the varied scenes of life are past; for He hath said to His faithful ones, “ I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." Chelsea.
How many a British mariner for generations past has hailed with joy the appearance of the far-famed “Lizard Lights!" Struggling with wave and tempest in the dreary darkness of night, weary with watching, ignorant of his position on the treacherous brine, and apprehensive of rocks and a lee-shore, the hardy, intelligent seaman has descried in the distance the friendly eyes of “Lizard Lights."* At once they are recognised, and the anxious sailor knows where he is, and feels comparative security, because he is now admonished whither to run for “the desired haven." And yet how much more welcome the light of “the Star of Bethlehem" to the spiritual navigator ! After having wearied his longing eyes, looking out for salvation, at the sight of “the Star of Bethlehem,” he rejoices with exceeding great joy. Relieved at once from fear and from tears, he now knows how to shun the destructive rocks of the broken law, with the raging, roaring billows of Divine wrath dashing on them; and also how to steer for the harbour of grace, and cast his anchor securely "within the veil."
Lizard-Point, on the rising ground of which the lights are placed, a few hundred yards from the water's edge, is included in the small parish of Landewednack, and juts out into the ocean that rolls in the British Channel, several miles further southward than any other part of the island. Till a recent period the lights stood entirely separated from each other, and the keepers who attended them had to expose themselves to the inclemency of the weather, going from light to light during the night. The lights, too,
These lights are tuo, similar, and some fifty yards apart. Before they were fixed on this extreme point of land, it was a place of great peril and disaster to the English seaman. Near the extremity is a reef of rocks, visible at low water, called by the people of the vicinity“ the man-of-war rocks.” At a remote period, before the lighthouses were erected, a large English ship-of-war, ignorant of her position, ran on this reef in the night. Of the hundreds of souls on board, few only escaped. Buried on the spot, a little above high watermark, their numerous graves yet heave the soil; and in the fretting and diggings of the cliff, their whitened bones are ever visible. A striking emblem of the awful results of privation of Gospel light. “Ye are the light of the world.” “Let your light shine before men.” “Where there is no vision, the people perish."
were kept up by a large fire made of coal; to convey which to the top of each lighthcuse was attended with great toil. Now they are eligibly connected by a continuous substantial building, and are lighted by oil with bright reflectors. The present light-keepers are two God-fearing, religious men: one is an Independent, and the other a member of the Wesleyan-Methodist church. This is just as it should be ; that men whose office it is to enlighten others, should themselves be " burning and shining lights." Nor is the work done any the worse because the Methodist unites with the Independent in upholding light and salvation amidst the perils of the sea and the perils of the land. As light-keepers, both are still greatly needed on the shores of Britain. Men of God, of different communions, unite, and let your light so shine in this yet benighted world, that your good works may be seen, and lead others to escape the dangers of sin, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Lizard and its lights are becoming landward objects of growing interest and notice. An excursion to the Lizard for recreation and pleasure is now more popular than aforetime. The late visit of the Queen to Mount's-Bay, and the landing of Prince Albert at Kynance Cove, have conspired to render the neighbourhood more noted : especially as the famous serpentine rock is found there, the working of which into various ornaments, Her Majesty was pleased extensively to patronise, her attention having been drawn to it, from the beautifully wrought specimens that were shown to her. Kynance is not far from the Lights, and commands attention for its sublime romantic rock-scenery, as well as for the interesting serpentine specimens wrought and exposed for sale there. Indeed the market for serpentine ornaments is of late so improved, that, beside the increased quantity of the stone taken off to be wrought elsewhere, there is quite a competition for the sale of articles on the spot. A neat little straw cottage by the road-side, on the common, has recently sprung up, where the various beauties of the serpentine marble, in ornaments, are displayed to excursionists in rather an attractive style, while the ornaments themselves are not unworthy to grace the apartments of the genteelest visiters. Were there a few better houses in the village of Lizard-town,-from its rocky cliff and ocean-scenery, its healthy, open situation, and other attractions, it might not be unworthy of becoming a watering-place for health-seeking invalids.
But there is yet another view of “Lizard Lights” far more interesting, to the writer, at least. Showers of blessing have recently fallen on this extreme locality. Lizard has become the scene of a revival of religion. God has poured out His Spirit on villagers and light-keepers ; and a large proportion of the whole inhabitants of the place have become, more or less, the subjects of a saving work of grace in the heart. “ Blameless and harmless, the sons of God without rebuke," many shine as “lights in the world.” The Lizard lights in the church beneath bave been “multiplied ;" and the specimens of precious stones, quarried and polished, and meet to adorn the temple of God in the New Jerusalem above, have been brought out “ before men" in greater number.
We have had here a small Society belonging to the Helstone Circuit some fifty years. Forty years ago the present chapel was built; but, being more than ten miles distant from the Circuit-town, all the excellence of our system, combined with effort and sacrifice, have been required to furnish Preachers on Sundays. The number in communion at the beginning of the year was twenty-five. For a full year past there have been indications that God was working with "the word preached.” The chapel stands in a bleak, exposed situation, distant from the villages; but throughout the winter, even on dark and tempestuous week-nights, the attendance of the people had been
remarkably good, and called forth commendations from the Ministers. Soon after the Christmas of 1851 the word became “ quick and powerful.” They that heard pricked in ihe heart," and earnestly inquired, “Men and brethren, what must we do?” Both Ministers and Local Preachers were astonished at the mighty power of God. On some occasions it was indeed
“ The o'erwhelming power of saving grace.” The glory of the Lord filled the tabernacle, and the congregation was bowed before it. “ The Priests could not stand to minister, because of the cloud: for the glory of the Lord filled the house of the Lord." Hearts were melted, and many offered unto God the acceptable sacrifices of a broken and a contrite spirit. "Made willing in the day of His power," many said to the little flock, We'll
you; for God is with you, of a truth.” The Society was increased three-fold : twenty-five became more than seventy-five. It is true some were “little ones, even young children; but an unusual proportion were persons in staid life, and many others, in the prime of maturity, consecrated their service unto the Lord.
One pleasing feature of the work is, it has produced some active young men, who go from house to house among their neighbours, where they can find an open door, and hold at stated seasons meetings for prayer and praise. In one of the cottages which they have made “an house of prayer," there is an afflicted person, who has been confined to her bed for ten years. ler sister, who assiduously attended on her, had been converted. In their first love the young converts entered the chamber of her affliction, and in faith gathered round the poor paralytic. Eliza had borne the long winter-nights and the long summer-days throughout a decade of her life, in poverty and in pain, without religion, without God, without hope. Though humble her apartment, everything was beautifully clean and neat around her; but the heart was not clean, and her oppressed spirit was unsupported by the consolations of Christ. She saw others rejoicing. They had found the Lord in His house. Thither she could not go. Would Jesus come to her ? Would the Son of God be with her in the furnace ? Would He walk with her in the fire, and assist her to sing His praises there? Would “our Lord Jesus Christ Himself” come and say to her, “I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction ?” Prayer was made for her. She prayed earnestly for herself. God was entreated, heaven drew near, and salvation came to this house. Poor Eliza! What a change! Her heart was relieved ; her sins were pardoned ; her countenance was changed, and betokened that the joy of the Lord had become her strength. Still helpless and suffering, often in agony, yet her tongue is now unloosed to praise her God day and night for His mercies. Her " cup runneth over.” Here are the “sisters in affliction," and Jesus with them to comfort them.
"Father, in the Name I pray
Of Thy incarnate Love;
My suffering strength may prove :
Let Thy strongest joys be given :
And agony is heaven !" We are still “ Travelling Preachers” in this Circuit, and move about much in the old manner, being, in our turn, out from home several days and nights in succession. I happened to be at “ Lizard” a few days ago. My kind host, our old and tried friend, Mr, Lawrence, had been confined to his house
for eleven weeks by affliction, partly induced by over-exertion in the revival, into which he had entered with his whole heart and soul, God having, with others of his neighbours, blessed his household, by answering prayer treasured up for many years. Amidst the days of frequent ill news, it was refreshing to hear my afflicted friend exclaim, with sparkling eyes, on my entering, “We have yet good news to tell you, Mr. Carvosso : God is still saving souls amongst us. Several more are joining us; and the young men, too, are blessed in holding their little prayer-meetings in the houses of the village. Last week, at one of their houses of meeting, an old woman was converted, who, I believe, is near ninety years of age. O, how I desire to be with them! Seeming to me I can say with David, 'My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord !'” I visited the cottage of the very aged woman who had become the monument of Divine grace. Bowed down under the manifold infirmities of extreme age, I found her truly changed in heart, and full of prayer and praise, astonishment and love."0! I thought I should never be saved now. Such an old sinner as me saved! I thought mercy was gone for ever. 0, how good the Lord is! I can't praise Him enough. O, I love Jesus Christ; for He died for me! He will save me. I'm not afraid to die now; for the presence of the Lord is always with me, even when I am alone in the night." And then the tears of joy and rejoicing plentifully gushed forth, that she had found at that late period of the day of grace any hope of heaven. I beheld, and was edified and comforted. It was a true specimen of the “wonderful works of God.” Gazing on her shrivelled countenance, I said, “How old are you?” “I can't now recollect, Sir: it's there in the book.” I took up the book of God, and found it written on the inside of the cover, in a strong hand, apparently many years before : " Jane Odgers was born September 24th, 1765.” Is not this a brand plucked out of the fire? She had, however, long been remembered before God by praying, though distant, members of her family. The cry for her salvation was incessant, and their prayers have been fully answered. She expressed to me a wish that I should send “Uncle Josey” to her,-a truly venerable and worthy Local Preacher “of about fourscore,”—who had happened to come to the village, and whom she had known in his early youth, and when he was giddy and without God. He went, and met her two daughters in the room with her, both of them now pretty far advanced in years, but who had been recently converted to God in this revival. It was a season of extraordinary emotion. They were all deeply affected. They prayed, and praised,
, and wept, and rejoiced over each other, till the scene was overwhelming. "There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.” Jesus, take all the praise, and ride on till all are subdued. Amen and amen. Helstone,
INTEMPERANCE: ITS MISERIES. The way of transgressors is hard. Misery and destruction are in their paths. To them paths of peace are utterly unknown. There is no peace to the wicked. Their life is like a troubled sea, whose waves cast up mire and dirt. Delusion is their only comfort; a seared conscience their only refuge ; the wrath to come their only reward. Their bread is “the poison of asps ;' violence, "wormwood, and gall,” their drink; and their inheritance anathema. The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked. “O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their end!" If the
INTEMPERANCE : ITS MISERIÉS.
life of sin be without honour and without peace, the end is everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord.
Intemperance is the sin of which we now speak; and what are its miseries? To the remarks made in a former paper, I may here add, waste of property. Millions of money, much of it procured with great care and industry, have been squandered by this woeful, wasteful sin. Often the kind parent, by the sweat of his brow, by wakeful care, and by honest toil, has succeeded in laying up for his son, hoping he would prove a wise man, and not a fool. But, alas! foolishness was bound up in his heart: he became a drunkard ; and, in a few short years, perhaps less, every pound of this hard-earned money was wasted, and he that was reared up with so much parentally affectionate solicitude, and on whom were centred so many ardent hopes and wishes about future prosperity and happiness, is now an outcast, a vagabond, an object of scorn, contempt, and abhorrence. Ragged and penniless, there he stands, or reels, or lies, literally among the "filth and offscouring of all things.” How did he fall into that horrible pit? How? Why, from the eminence of wealth, respectability, and happiness, he was precipitated down there, headlong, by intemperance. Long is the list of such cases; but longer still that of peeied and ruined labourers. How has this cruel intemperance defrauded !
Look into this cottage. What a ruin! Once the furniture was ample, and everything tidy. Now few things remain, and those are broken, and shattered, and dingy. Ask the wife how she provides for herself and the children. You will learn that some things bave been disposed of for food, and others smashed by violence. The mother looks wretched, the children naked and half-starved. How happened all this? Why, the poor unfortunate woman has a drunken husband. He spends most of his earnings in strong drink. Go to workhouses. Learn the history of the poor inmates.
What thousands have they thrown away! And how did it happen ? Why, many of them were drunkards. That's enough. Let us
. go to ship-owners. They tell us of bad and ruinous voyages; founderings, burnings, wrecks, occasioned by drunkenness among the sailors: and here, on the other hand, we learn the instructive fact, that ships without spirituous liquors on board have been insured for less than others. And how much is wasted in excess of drink at luxurious entertainments, feastings, fairs, markets, bargains, and such like? at gin-palaces, taverns, inns, and beer-shops? How countless the millions of good and lawful money of Great Britain thrown away, and worse than thrown away, by this extravagant and woefully wasteful sin ! Rightly applied, what an instrument of human happiness so much wealth might have proved !
Still, if in the woes of drunkenness there was nothing more than waste of property, it would be a comparatively small thing. But then come domestic sorrows. Many of the best of wives have become broken-hearted by the bad conduct of the drunken husband. See that woman who lives in yonder house with paneless windows. A few years ago she was a lovely flower in the garden of good society. Her countenance was beautiful, her virtues fragrant; but she fell into the hands of a man who, by the snares of wine and strong drink, became a drunkard and a brute. “ Covenant-breaker, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful,” he turned his home into a hell, and himself became tormentor ! His poor wife and children, alas ! wretched, half naked, hungry, the unwelcome light of day reveals their misery, the gloom of ominous night aggravates their sorrow. The tears that fall in silence, the sighs that involuntarily rise from the pierced heart, the cries that are heard in the street, the visible woes within and without this cursed dwelling, proclaim the miseries of intemperance. This is not fiction, but fact, too well