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venture some would catch the flame. Oh that I could feel His Love so always! When shall we see His Face revealed, never never to be hid from us more ? If to live is CHRIST, what must it be to die, and be admitted into His eternal Presence ? Oh! after once

sting of His Love, how is it that we can go back, and be so cold, forgetful-even admit the world and some of its vanities to our hearts ? As a poor servant girl said in a letter to William this morning, if we loved Him at all, ought we not to mourn all day long for our sins? How we treat Him! how we neglect Him! are we not worse than those Jews who crucified Him, for they knew Him not-we know Him, and forsake Him?

“CHRIST IS REALLY present to me in the Sacrament; dearest L-, is He not so to you? I know it by experience, not because others tell me.

“O Eternal WORD of God, by Whose power all things were made, I will not ask how Thou canst give me Thy Flesh to eat, because I am abundantly satisfied in the truth of Thy saying, “This is My Body,' since Thou canst make it become to me whatsoever Thou sayest it is. Why need I labour in vain to search out the manner of Thy mysterious Presence, when my love assures me Thou art there ? All the faithful, who approach Thee with prepared hearts, they well know Thou art there; they feel the virtue of Thy Divine power going out of Thee, to heal their infirmities, and to inflame their hearts with a burning Charity. Thou Who art a Priest for ever, and Who hast said, Thy Flesh is meat indeed, and Thy Blood is drink indeed, I believe that Thou art the CHRIST, the Son of the living God, Who camest into the world, and art present in this Sacrament. LORD, increase my faith. Amen.'

1 From Dean Comber and Bishop Ken: an “ Act of Faith,”

“Oh! it is Heaven upon earth to receive Him at His Altar-joy unspeakable! words can in no way express it, dear L- May you ever enjoy His Presence here and ever.

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I feel almost to dread seeing her. Oh! that I might be allowed to awaken her to a sense of spiritual things ; she seems to think them all dream and delusion, whereas they are the realities, this life is the dream. What a terrible awakening it will be to those who have misjudged! If we loved them one-tenth as much as ourselves, could we rest till we had brought them to CHRIST? Oh let us redouble our prayers and our endeavours, dearest L-If we only look at ourselves, what blessings are promised to those who turn others to righteousness ! But if we love them, or CARIST, no other motive ought to be wanting to stir us up to do our very uttermost. May God help and bless you and also your loving sister in Him,

« MELISE BROWNLOW. “I am sorry I was so ungrateful as never to thank you for that little book,' which I very much liked. * It was curious our letters on the Eucharist should cross. I can't thank God enough for His goodness to you and to myself.”

The following letter to one of her friends who had lost an infant nephew and godson, is a beauin the “Little Manual of the Holy Eucharist." Shrimpton and Masters.

| The “ Word and the World," by Miss Brewster.

tiful example of Melise's happy way of turning every circumstance into a motive of gratitude to God, and also of the power of sympathy which she possessed in a remarkable degree, though she so frequently laments the want of it.

June 17th. “My dearest H“I am so very sorry

for you and your familyit must indeed be a great grief to lose the first and only child. We are very sorry that we shall [not] see you on Wednesday; but much more sorry for the cause, for he was getting to an age to be loved for his own sake. But his happiness must be their comfort. He has gone to the Good Shepherd, Who carries the lambs in His arms. He has gone from the evil to come, and kept his baptismal robe spotless and pure. You will have no more anxiety about his keeping the promises you made for him at the Font. But his poor mother will feel very desolate. * I cannot write more now, except just to assure you of my warm love and sympathy.

“ Believe me, dearest H-,
“ Ever affectionately yours,






“ Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil : for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff comfort me.

“Thou shalt prepare a Table before me against them that trouble me: Thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full."

It will have been observed from the letters in the preceding chapter that Melise was restored to comparative health and strength before she returned to Wilmslow. In fact every day seemed to manifest an improvement, and she appeared never tired of walking amid the beautiful scenery of Torquay. Even the steep hills ceased to give her pain in her lungs, and with her increasing strength, the cough, that had alarmed us all, well nigh disappeared. On her return to Wilmslow she thought she might venture to resume her riding, but on trial found that her back was not strong enough. However she walked about a great deal, though not to any long distance, and was very active in visiting the sick and infirm. They have many little anecdotes to tell of her kindness and sympathy with all their troubles both of body and soul, and her memory is very dearly cherished in many of those poor cottages. Her great presence of mind enabled her to say the right thing at the right time, which is so important an element of useful visiting.

Melise complains in one of her letters of her inability to interest children, but she certainly gained their affections in a remarkable way; and my mother tells me that her class is still the most regular and best behaved in the Sunday School, so that perseverance seems to have effected what it may be she had no natural gift for. From some of her last conversations with the

poor, Melise seems to have had a presentiment that she should never be able to visit them again, and to have spoken very much to them of that land where there shall be no parting words or tears ; else to all appearance it appeared likely that she would derive as much benefit this year from her stay at Torquay as she did the spring before ; but God ordered it otherwise, and soon after her return to Torquay in October, she became conscious of decreasing strength. All exercise became more and more an effort to her, and though she was still able to walk some distance, yet any steep ascent was painful, and when I joined her and my parents at the begin

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