glorious salvation-a free, unmerited salvation-a full, complete salvation-a perfect, eternal salvation; it is a deliverance from every enemy; it is a supply of every want; it is all I can now wish for in death, it is all I shall want in eternity."

Thus did this excellent mother breathe out her soul for a few days more, till she was peacefully translated from her couch of sickness to her eternal rest. Her beloved son's name was the last on her lips; and truly was her hope respecting him fulfilled-that hope which she expressed by repeating to him the words of a friend, who, adopting the consolation offered to Monica respecting Augustine, had said, "Go home and be at peace; the child of those tears can never perish."

20. CATHARINE BRETTERG.

"Though to-night the seed be sown in gloom,
Amid darkness, and tears, and sorrow,

It shall spring from the tomb, in immortal bloom,
On the bright and glorious morrow.

The tears that we shed o'er holy dust,

Are the tribute of human sadness;

But the grave holds in trust the remains of the just,
Till the day of eternal gladness."

THIS excellent woman, in the beginning of her last sickness, was permitted to labour under great exercise and conflict of spirit, but she was mercifully supported under this trial, and the victory was, in due time, graciously given to her.

When she was near her end, her strength and voice being very feeble, she lifted up her eyes, and with a sweet countenance, and still voice, said: "My warfare is accomplished, and my iniquities are pardoned. Lord, whom have I in heaven but thee? and I have none on earth besides thee. My flesh faileth, and my heart also;

but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever. He that preserveth Jacob, and defendeth Israel, is my God, and will guide me unto death. Direct me, O Lord my God, and keep my soul in safety."

Soon after she had expressed these words, she yielded up her soul in peace to her Creator.

21. MRS. ELIZABETH JAMES.

"Life is a dream-a bright, but fleeting dream-
I can but love; but then my soul awakes,
And from the mist of earthliness, a gleam

Of heavenly light, of truth immortal, breaks."

FANNY FORRESTER.

HAVING been delivered about four or five days, and as well as could be expected, she then appeared to be somewhat worse, and the symptoms grew more dangerous till her death, which happened a few days after; during which last period of her life these sweet expressions dropped from her lips :-"I shall be ill; but I know all is well. God is love-I am persuaded of that; whatever he does will be best." The next day, when she seemed to be sensible of her danger, she disclaimed. all merit in herself, and said, “If God was to enter into judgment with me according to my deserts, I know I should be miserable forever; my only hope is in the merits of Christ: the covenant is sure. As to my children, I shall be no great loss to them-God will be more to them than I could be;" and frequently said that evening, "All is well-all is done." That night she dreamed that there was a beautiful chariot come for her with cherubim: "And they told me," said she, "they were come for me, to carry me to my dear Redeemer." The day following, she sung, in great ecstasy, "Glory, glory, glory, praise; all is well; all is done!

Sweet Jesus, blessed Saviour!" and frequently expressed her confidence that she should meet her babes in glory, that were dead, and some other select friends (mentioning their names) who had died in the Lord. At another time she cried, "Eternity! O eternity! that is the happy portion of the children of God."

"And you are a child of God," said her sister.

She turned her head, and smiled, saying, "Yes, my dear, I know I am;" and added a word of praise to her Redeemer.

Some time afterward she called upon one near her, "Come, will you not go up? I am going up to that number." And often repeated to herself, in a loud voice, "Hosts-angels-camp of Israel," &c. At one time she said to her husband, "My happiness is inexpressible. I shall drink the new wine in the kingdom; I shall sit at the Master's table among his children; and I am one, known and owned long ago-he is my husband." To her sister she said, "I have nothing to distress me-this is death; 1 shall die, and you will behold me no more; the gate is strait, but the way is short. How astonishing! God dwelleth in me;" and repeated it with peculiar emphasis, “God is dwelling in me. I am saved forever, ever, ever. May we all be washed in the blood of Christ!"

Often she spoke with delight of the promises, that they were many. "Wonderful love! Jesus," said she to one near her, "shed his blood, and groaned, and died, for such sinful worms as you and I." When a fit was coming, she said, "Now may I retreat, and live forever!" At another time, "Open, Lord; I can stay no longer." To one of her friends she said, "How beautiful will you be when you come thither! you will not know yourself your clothes will be changed." Frequently she said, "Jesus gave me his salvation." One evening she sung some verses in the most melo

dious strain, that were suggested to her mind, beginning with these words :

"Come, sweet Jesus, come away,

Take me to the realms of light!"

And concluded her newly-composed hymn thus:"One and all we fly to thee;

Come, sweet Jesus, come away!"

And immediately said to one near her bed-side, "Come, you will be with me very soon." And though she was at times light-headed before her death, her discourse was of the things of God, and very evangelical; and the night she died, was often heard to say, in a very loud voice, "My dear Redeemer! my dear Redeemer!" Soon after she fell asleep.

22. AGNES MORRIS, A POOR NEGRO WOMAN.

AGNES MORRIS, a poor negro woman, sent a pressing request to Mrs. Thwaites, a lady resident in Antigua, to visit her. She was in the last stage of a dropsy. This poor creature ranked among the lowest class of slaves. Her all consisted of a little wattled hut and a few clothes. Mrs. Thwaites finding her, at the commencement of her illness, in a very destitute condition, mentioned her case to a friend, who gave her a coat. When Mrs. Thwaites paid her last visit, on her entering the door, Agnes exclaimed, "Missis, you come! This tongue can't tell what Jesus do for me. Me call my Saviour, day and night, and he come." Laying her hand on her breast, "He comfort me here." On Mrs. Thwaites asking if she was sure of going to heaven when she died, she answered, "Yes, me sure. Me see de way clear, and shine before me,"-looking, and pointing upwards with

a smiling face. "If da dis minute Jesus will take me home, me ready." Some hymns being sung, she was in a rapture of joy; and, in reference to the words of one of them, exclaimed, "For me-for me-poor sinner!" lifting her swelled hands. "What a glory! what a glory!" Seeing her only daughter weeping, she said, "What you cry for? No cry-follow Jesus-He will take care of you;" and turning to Mrs. Thwaites, she said, "Missis, show um de pa,"-meaning the path to heaven. Many other expressions fell from her of a similar nature, to the astonishment of those who heard her. She continued, it was understood, praying and praising God to her latest breath. This poor creature was destitute of all earthly comforts. Her bed was a board, with a few plantain-leaves over it. How many of these outcasts will be translated from outward wretchedness to realms of glory!

23. A NEGRO SLAVE IN ANTIGUA.

THE following account of the dying hours of a converted native of Africa was given by a lady who witnessed her sufferings and comforts. This aged Christian was a negro slave in Antigua :

"We often visited her; and always found her cheerful and happy, and her mouth filled with blessings. She enumerated, with all the exaggerations of gratitude, the advantages which she had derived from our coming; blessing and praising God incessantly for it, and invoking, in the most affecting manner, blessings on the very ship which had brought us out. She could not, she said, forget her God, for he did not forget her; she lay down upon that bed, and he came down to hermeaning by this to describe the spiritual communion which she enjoyed with her God and Saviour. She