Thus you see, my dear Friend, 1 was graciously permitted to accompany her to the very banks of the Jordan, just as Jesus might be said to be stretching out his hand to lift her into the fiery chariot, to convey her home. How gently was she gathered by the Great Shepherd. I thought, when I read the letter, of what dear Mr. Shutte once said at a funeral of a departed saint, "Jesus does not send a servant for his children, but He comes Himself, and fetches them home."

but gently, "You should not say so, for I slept in Jesus-four days only after the you would, if God left you for a single above conversation between us took place. moment." I knew this, and qualified my expression, by saying, "I hoped God would not leave me again to be the subject of fear." This led to her speaking of her own anticipated removal; she was as calm as if making arrangements for taking a journey, but said "she did not reckon on a single day." It had been impressed on her mind very forcibly, "This year thou shalt die ;" and she seemed so fully persuaded of it, that it was useless to combat the idea. Poor dear soul! I think I can feel the gentle pressure of her little hand on my arm (on which she was leaning) when she repeated a second or third time, "This year thou shalt die." By that time we had reached her dwelling, and she asked me to walk in. I was obliged to decline, having another engagement, and so we parted most affectionately on both sides; she expressing the pleasure it had afforded her to see me in the flesh. I left Plymouth the next day (Friday), and on the following Wednesday, exactly one week from the time of our first meeting, I received from our dear Brother, Mr. D., the announcement that she

I was not shocked, as I am sometimes, when I hear of sudden death, but my mind was most deeply solemnized, and it continued so: how vain and insignificant are all the trifles of this lower world; and how precious, and bright, and glorious, are the unseen realities of a life of faith on the Son of God. Precious Jesus! thy name is indeed as ointment poured forth to thy dear waiting family; yet a little longer, and we too shall see thee as thou art-the King in his beauty. Your affectionate Sister in eternal union, ANNA H.

Clapham Rise, Sept. 19, 1855.

DEATH OF

MANY of our readers may be desirous of knowing how the case mentioned in our last, terminated. W.M. died on the 1st of September; and from all that has come to our knowledge, we cannot but indulge the hope that he was a brand plucked from the burning." The few brief particulars of his removal we will quote from the letter of a beloved sister, who was with him in his last moments. Her letter is dated,

"W. M."

could do nothing; that he must give up even the attempt to collect his thoughts."

I had a good many nice words with him in and out. No joy; that, he said, he dared not hope for.

We must confess that, with our knowledge of his disposition, temperament, and circumstances, this one expression has been a source of encouragement to our mind, with respect to the departed. There is much implied in the remark. On another occasion during his illness, he said, "Could he but be satisfied about die than to live, for he had no power to his soul, it would be better for him to resist temptation." Hence he knew much more of his own weakness than multitudes who express more. The letter continues:

How he spoke of his wasted abilities. Oh, what a mind he had. Vivid to the last. Friday afternoon, he said, "Aunt Anne, I should like to read you a chapter." I opened the Bible to the 14th of John. Ah," he said, "that is my favourite chapter." He read 12 verses so feelingly to me. He said, "I like to hear you talk. I know you are extreme in doctrine, but " " Yes," said 1, "but you know I am no hypocrite." you are not, Aunt Anne;" sinner, looking to Jesus for That's it," he replied.

I arrived here from Plymouth on Tuesday eve. His intellects were wonderfully clear. He was almost afraid of seeing me, fearing I should "bore him with questions;" but I did not. I spoke of my own sinnership. I put myself on a par with him. I did feel so vile. And then I spoke to him of the wil!ingness of Christ to save. He followed on, and said, "What a mercy it was that the Lord saw his desire; that under so much sin in his heart, he could see there was a desire." He "felt he had nothing to bring; that he│"

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When I entered the room yesterday morn- | He was gone, on my arm, some minutes being, I heard the rattles, and found the cough fore I could believe it. Not one sigh or had stopped through the night. He was struggle. A baby put to sleep! I was so very quiet, dozing. When I went again, he grateful. I had anticipated such a different saw I was crying. He said, "Am I scene. He gave me a look I can never forYes, dear," I said, get. It seemed to say, Help me, dear I then let him lean upon me. I stood by Aunt." Oh, D-d, how I loved that boy. him nearly four hours. He kept saying, I could not bear to give him off my arm. "God be merciful, for Christ's sake," very What a scene it was-never to be forgotten. faintly. I said, "Jesus Christ came into the My mind is very calm about him. He clung world to save sinners, such as you and I." to me so. It seemed as if he felt his mother He whispered," I know that." was come back to him. How God has honoured that faith he gave their Mother, when she left her orphans so entirely in his hands. Who is a God like unto our God? Your affectionate

Presently came in Mr. M., and asked if he should read the prayer for the dying? He understood every word; was then fully aware of his state. It was a beautiful prayer. My heart went out with every sentence. He said audibly, "Amen," and never spoke again.

THE BALTIC FLEET. HOPEFUL ASPECT.

[The following is an extract, verbatim, from a | Coastguard's letter, on board one of H. M. Ships in the Baltic, addressed to his Wife, a resident in this Village.-ED.]

Baltic Fleet, Sept. 2, 1855. MY DEAR WIFE,-I told you two or three letters ago, that there were thirty men in our ship that were brought to feel that they had a soul to be saved through reading the GosPEL MAGAZINE, and the obstructions we met with when we met together to sing and praise God for his wonderful goodness to us; and, blessed be God, for all the obstructions it has not kept one back. We began with three

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and four, increasing every day, till now we muster one hundred! I often think if Mr. DOUDNEY could only see the men crawling to us under the boats, to praise God, I think his heart would rejoice; and he would say what wonders has the Lord done in this ship. It first commenced with the Coastguards; but now, blessed be God, the young men that made game of us at first, the Lord has smote their hearts, and brought them to see and feel the need of their Saviour. May the Lord increase his work!

Please to give my best respects to Mr. DOUDNEY; and my prayer is, that his writings may be blessed wherever they are sent.

OUTRAGE ON A PROTESTANT CLERGYMAN.

"As the Rev. Mathew Trant Moriarty, incumbent of St. Anne's Church, Sixtowns, Ballinascreen, was very recently returning home on his car, together with his wife and child and two domestics, after having attended a missionary meeting, at Draperstown, in behalf of the Church Missionary Society; and when at the end of the town, about twelve men ran out from the ditch side; two of them with guns in their hands hastily passed the car, which was going rather slow at the time, and when the two armed men got about twenty-three or twenty-four feet in front, they moved to the side of the road that Mr. Moriarty faced; they then turned suddenly round, raised their guns, took deliberate aim at the lev. gentleman, and snapped their pieces; but on the moment a two-fold providence interposed. One of the guns

missed fire, the other went off, but did no harm. Immediately the rest of the men running to the front, so as to cover the men who fired, and all as they best could made off in the direction of Burnside. Mr. Moriarty drove to the barrack, but the constable and two of the men were on duty at Tubbermore. The man who was at home, S. C. Tilson, started off, taking five of the revenue police with him; and at a place called Straw they saw a number of men before them on the road, who, on finding the police coming forward, started off. Four of them were arrested, but they had no arms in their possession. They belong to a place called Goals, in the county Tyrone. An inquiry was held at Draperstown. by John Miller, Esq., J. P., the next day. Although many witnesses were examined, nothing was elicited that could lead to the apprehension of the persons who actually fired the shot."---Derry Sentinel.

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EDUCATION ON THE CONTINENT.

We have on more than one occasion | of self-knowledge, to run any such hazspoken strongly upon this subject. A ards with his child. feeling of deep responsibility has prompted us so to do. We are aware of the number of families into which this work passes. We are equally well aware that the course it is laid upon our consciences to pursue, is one that will create no small amount of prejudice on the part of the young against us. It is at the same time a lively interest in their real, spiritual, and eternal welfare that actuates Not merely for personal gratification [for who would like to see one's child an ignoramus?] or for the discharge of parental obligation, but, in very many instances, as a means for future selfsupport, is a prudent parent anxious to afford his children the best education in his power. On the other hand, constituted as society is, and with that spirit of emulation so natural to us all, the desire on the part of young people for those accomplishments for which the continent is so famed, is easily to be accounted for. Between these contending interests, it needs wisdom, and firmness, and sound Protestant principle, to suggest the course to be pursued.

And the thought that strikes us is this, as suggesting a ready mode for deciding a wavering mind. Let the parent who may be hesitating as to whether or not he shall educate his children on the Continent, visit Paris, Boulogne, or elsewhere himself. In so doing we would urge upon him-and we speak as a parent--to endeavour to forget his own present standing, as a husband, a father, a man of some ten, or twenty, or thirty years' experience of himself and human nature; he is to strive for the time being to forget these several relations and attainments, and again to stand in imagination where he stood fifteen, or twenty, or thirty years ago, with the same vivacity-the same unsuspicion-the same flowery pathway in prospect.

There is something so alluring shall we say ?-no, that's not the word-it's not half-strong enough-there is something so perfectly bewitching about a continental life, that it requires naught less than a super-human power to resist its blandishments. Who that ever visited the continent but wanted to visit it again? And who that ever stepped over the frontiers but was eager to penetrate into the interior? And who that has long dwelt there but what has gradually become inured to scenes that at first perfectly shocked him? Withal let it never be forgotten, that a continental career is one most congenial to human nature. Popery is the religion, not of the Roman Catholic merely, but of every human heart! It is that fatal leaven with which Satan has leavened the whole of the human family. Hence when a man would attack Popery, he must lay the siege round and about his own heart! His readiest mode of detecting the wiles, stratagems, and disposition of the enemy, is to scrutinise the emotions and workings of his own mind.

Before we introduce the letter of our Friend and Brother, the Rev. W. P. TIDDY, we shall quote from a recent speech of the celebrated GAVAZZI, at Brighton, as supplied by a correspondent of that out-speaking Journal, The | Sentinel :

neries are made? Young, beautiful maidens, What is the capital out of which nun. of large fortune, these are the raw material after which the priesthood of Rome yearns. And England looks on quietly, and permits the most frightful results, because misrepresentations and air-built romantic castles have successfully worked upon the mind of the weaker sex, and at the most susceptible time of life!

Behold the young, unsuspicious girl, by false representations kidnapped from her home, If thus mentally he associates himself paraded in her best attire, theatrically exchanged with Parisian or continental life, we have for the nun's habits by way of proclaimscarcely a doubt as to his conclusions.ing the willingness with which she renounces Looking back upon his own career-perhaps far less outwardly perilous than that he had been half-inclined to strike out for his child-he would be too clearly conscious of his own many hair-breadth escapes, and of the immense cost at which he had purchased his own little amount

that to which she has been hitherto accustomed; the iniquity concealed beneath all that can captivate the senses of the admiring spectator, and the affected demonstrations of joy of the sisterhood. Now (oh, sad change!) the sentiment worn off, the reality dispersing the romance-the dreadful reaction, the despair, the stifled sob, with no soothing or sym

pathizing friend near, nor any means of communication without espionage. Is not this slavery ?

ment at the legitimate results of such training.

I address myself to English women. The matter concerns the honour and safety of your own sex. In your hands lies the redress.

And is this England, liberty-loving England, that tolerates such practices? Do you call this toleration? It is not merely that ye consign by your indifference the subject of And now, whilst urging upon our reayour queen to a prison where hope never en-ders to consider anew our remarks as exters, where no light can reach her soul to pressed in the August Number, we would rescue her from a religion which you, or, at affectionately invite attention to the all events, your forefathers, have declared to be damnable and idolatrous; but you ignore at the same time cannot but express a annexed important communication. We your own principles, and confess yourselves hope that our Friend and Brother will the most inconsistent of nations. return to the subject, as we consider it one of deepest moment.

Do you imagine that your country will preserve the glory your Protestantism has achieved for it, if you look on quietly during MY DEAR BROTHER,-Your kind notice in the perpetration of such iniquity? No, Po-July Magazine of our Establishment, and pery has sunk her own states amongst the the expression of a hope that I would say lowest of nations, she that was once the high- something on the subject of Education on est; and the same thing will take place in the Continent, have placed me in rather a apostatizing England-aye, and you, the peo- difficult position. ple of England-(for you have the power), you are virtually the executioners, when the words, "Go in peace," (vade in pace) consign the resisting nun to the dungeons beneath the convents, whose foul contents were revealed to a horrified populace during the Pope's brief absence from Rome.

I feel grateful for your unsolicited, and unexpected recommendation, and trust it will direct the attention of Christians in England to the favourable opportunity afforded them, to educate their daughters without the risk and expense of sending them on the conti

nent.

Oh, but," say you, "convents are very I am convinced that my daughters' Estabuseful for education, and we are indebted lishment offers every advantage for languages to them for the education of our children." that can be found abroad. We have pupils Education ? Of what sort ? Education from the continent constantly residing in the by foreigners brought up in convents! Do house, who converse in their native tongue. you think that their confessors send them We follow the continental method of teachover to England merely to teach accomplish-ing, which, I believe, is superior to that ments? This of itself is sufficient to account for the defection of your aristocracy from the Protestant faith. Is there not education at home-a good, wholesome, English education, that you must import it at Rome?

"Oh, yes; we train up our children in that also. "

Poor children, with such unnatural parents! You will dose them with Prussic acid, and then administer the antidote! Why, the very best you can hope is downright Atheism. Your Papist nurses and your Papist governesses instil the poison, and your own staunch principles are to counteract its effects!! Staunch principles, indeed! when you surround their tender years with such noxious weeds. Have you never read that Satau "is a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour ?" He is early in the field; you are late, if at all. He works in a too genial soil, and having first afforded him the opportunity of sowing his tares, he little regards the good seed that you pretend to have in store. Depend upon it, with all your brilliant talent and stores of wisdom, you are no match for a foreign nun.

No wonder the Pope's eye glistens when he has such zealous co-operatives amongst yourselves. No wonder the continent of Europe suspects the sincerity of Britain's astonish

adopted in England, generally, and use the same books as employed in foreign schools. Family worship is held once a-day in French, at which we read, sing, and pray. Our num. ber being limited to eight, pupils have all the advantages of a family life and private instruction. I do not wish, however, to have the appearance of puffing; and, on the other hand, I would not willingly say a word to the disparagement of some schools on the continent, for I take a lively interest in their welfare; their principals being my intimate friends. I am somewhat fettered by this dilenima, but will try to speak conscientiously on the point.

I was much grieved during the first few years of my residence in Belgium, by seeing so many young persons sent from England to that country; for at that time there was no Protestant school in the land.

The influence-even in what are called liberal schools-i. e., schools in which the priests have no footing, is most pernicious.

I know Protestant children who were called Jews, and heathens, by their school-fellows, because they would not cross themselves, and kneel at prayers to the Virgin! How could the tender mind of a child help feeling such scorn?

Being once requested by a friend to place

a relative of her's in a school, in which she | ally becomes a Christian. This is the spirit might learn French, I chose one, the princi- as well as aim of Popery. Can we wonder pal of which, although a Roman Catholic, that the young who are brought into conwould not allow a priest to enter her house. | tinual contact with such a religion, should be I had nothing to complain of, as far as the charmed and ensnared by it, when it is so lady was concerned; her pupil was allowed eminently calculated to please the natural to attend my services on Sundays, and the heart? religious opinious she held were not interfered with; but the instruction given had a Popish bearing. The history taught was all written by Popish pens, and expounded by Popish minds. "There was no such thing as idolatry now," said her teacher one day; and one of the books used, stated, that "Those who do not acknowledge the Pope as the Church, are heathens or heretics."