Now bless your honor, your honor is born and bred a gentleman every inch of you!'

Mr. M. sighed. 'I hope I am a Christian,' he said.

Yes! yes! we don't see the like of you, Sir, every day in the week; there are few such gentlemen going -to my mind.'

Mr. M. And what my good people would it profit me to be a Gentleman? Alas! I might still be an enemy of God, and the slave of Satan.

God forbid, Sir! the wicked like, enough are so, as your honor says.'

Mr. M. 'We are all wicked, both you and I; and if Christ answer not for us to God the Father, we must perish.'

Mr. M. Yes, indeed, in sending Christ to us as "the way" to that mercy of which you speak. And now what do you, my friends, know of Christ "the way, the truth, and the life?"

In vain did Mr. M. wait for an answer to this enquiry: all was silence; the woman looked at her husband, and he at his wife, and both sat before him confounded, as in the presence of their Judge! For at this time, as they are now so ready to acknowledge, they knew not Christ, and still less had they been led to enquire into the cause of his coming to visit us. It had never occurred to them to consider what interest they could possibly have in that wonderful event"God manifest in the flesh." All they cared or desired to know of God was-that God is merciful. And this, as they at that time thought, would make all right in the end. And had they been suffered to continue to live under this fatal error, (as they now

gratefully acknowledge,) they must have perished. But now that the necessity of a knowledge of Christ was pressed upon their conscience-now that they were assured that they could never come at that mercy, which they so vainly trusted in, but by Christ the way, "the door" to the Father-now that they felt that they were altogether ignorant of the way, and had never passed through this "door" to the Mercy-seat of an offended God-their hope, in which they trusted, broke like a bubble before their eyes: the feelings which we have under some great disappointment were visible on their countenances. are not perhaps far from the truth in fixing on this day as the most important one in their lives; as the birth-day of a new existence to their souls, in which God " was found of them who sought him not."

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Mr. M. having read them a portion of Scripture, their vain confidence in the mercy of God passed away like a mist before their eyes, and like our great Ancestor Adam they saw themselves naked, and exposed to the wrath of a justly offended God. These interesting visits were continued, and Mr M. had the pleasing satisfaction of seeing them brought out of nature's darkness to flee to Christ; and brought at last to live upon him as their life, their hope, and on the fulness of his grace as their all in all. The writer of this memoir has often visited them and partaken of their homely meal. Instead of uncleanliness, and discomfort, and that deplorable forgetfulness of him whose bounty supplies the daily meal, the food was sweet, though homely, and sweeter far than the tables of the rich, unsanctified by even the outward acknowledgment of the great giver. For where, when bread

is broken, he is praised, there is an ingredient in the poor man's cup which yields more sweetness than all the worldling's dainties; for God himself is tasted in the creature. But what was this improvement in outward comfort to the life, and peace, and healthiness, of their souls. I can testify how truly they were brought to see and feel their corruption by nature, and to know the plague of their own hearts, and hence to make mention only of Christ's righteousness. And by the power of grace their daily lives were brought into subjection to Christ, and they walked now in all meekness and lowliness. I well remember, on one occasion, the wife telling me, in the presence of her husband,—' Ah Sir! he had once a nasty fretful temper, and troubled my spirits sadly, but that is all changed now, praised be God.' To this he readily assented; and I can bear witness to the remarkable gentleness of character which I observed in him on all occasions, and how truly desirous he was to have what appeared to him a difficult part of Scripture explained; for he was one who searched deep into the Scripture, as a man in quest of hid treasure. And these he knew them to be by happy experience to his soul. The last time I partook of their breakfast, was on a Sabbath morning, and the once neglected children, neat and interesting in their appearance, joined in a hymn. I returned to college musing on the wonderful goodness of God, in effectually calling sinners by his grace and how blessed is the man who trusteth in him-until Trinity church bells, now striking up, invited me to go up where God is worshipped in the beauty of holiness, and the gospel message was, as usual, sweetly proclaimed.

THE POOL OF SILOAM.

'THE above is the present appearance of this celebrated pool of water, the name of which implies something sent, or one who sends. It is not above a hundred paces from the spot where it is thought that Isaiah was sawn asunder by his savage countrymen. Since the Christian era a Church has been erected on it, but of that no vestige now remains. The other fountain just below Siloam is called the fountain of the Holy Virgin, but it seems anciently to have been supplied from the same spring. Epiphanius suggests that God gave this fountain at the intercession of the Prophet Isaiah, but there are strong reasons (See Josh. xv. 7,8, xviii. 16, 2 Sam. xvii. 17, and 1 Kings i. 9,) to conclude that it is there mentioned as the En-Rogel, or the fuller's fountain. Josephus says, that the waters of Siloam increased during the sieges of Jerusalem by Nebuchadnezzar and Titus, and that in the last instance, it abundantly supplied the Roman army, and also yielded enough to water the gardens

in and about their encampments. The water is brackish, of an indifferent taste, but is said to assist the digestion of animal food, to which its saltness might contribute. About a century ago, Maundrell informs us, it was used by a tanner to dress his hides.'Weekly Visitor.

THE EPISCOPAL FORM OF CHURCH GOVERNMENT. BY THE REV. J. MEDLEY. M. A.

Parker, West Strand.

IN calling the attention of our readers to the above little work, we do it with a deep impression of the serious practical importance of the subject there considered. The necessity of a right understanding of the grounds of Episcopacy is becoming every day more urgent; and with Mr. Medley (p. 10) we have no hesitation in saying, that' every professed Churchman owes it to the Church in which he has been brought up, to the community in which he lives, to the persons from whom he differs, to himself, and, above all, to the great HEAD OF THE CHURCH, to investigate the grounds on which he is a Churchman.'

A great laxity of opinion on this subject has arisen, as Mr. M. justly remarks, by occasion of the professed number and piety of those who have differed from us on this point, from which it has been objected that it argues a want of charity in us to accuse so many pious and well-meaning men of dangerous error. Now on this we would remark, that if the Episcopal be (as we are sure the unprejudiced reader of the above volume will be convinced that it is) the true and Scriptural form of Church Government, and consequently dis