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course to medical aid ; but the disorder, though for a while arrested, was not subdued. She, however, continued to walk out, and complained but little, when serious indisposition again appeared, and gave her kind medical attendants and her friends cause for apprehension as to its result. On the 15th of February, she was confined to her bed, which she never left alive. Her surgeon requested that a Physician might be consulted; but he did not encourage hope ; and before the domestic circle were aware, they had the painful prospect of losing her. Under these circumstances her friends were anxious to know the state of her mind; yet her extreme weakness precluded much conversation. On being informed of the Physician's intended visit, she began to suspect her danger. After a few minutes of silence she asked one of her sisters to read a portion of Scripture; which being done, she burst into tears, and ex. claimed, “The Lord is my light and my salvation ; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid ?” She continued to speak pleasingly and satisfactorily on spiritual subjects. On the same day she was visited by the Rev. R. Sherwell; who said to her, “Whát a comfort it is to have a God to go to in affliction !” She replied, with great emphasis, “It is indeed, Sir." “ You can approach him, then, with confidence !” “Yes; I can. I view things in a different light now from what I did in health. I find it difficult to keep my thoughts stayed long on one subject.” On another day, a sister expressed a hope that she might yet be restored. She meekly answered, “I am not anxious. It is sweet to lie passive in His hands, and know no will bút his." A day or two after, she said, “I find the promise,' My grace is sufficient for thee,' to be my support and comfort every day.” On the Sunday previous to her death, she was asked," Can you trust yourself with Jesus?" “ Yes." "If you had your choice what the Lord should do with you, what would you say ?” She closed her eyes, and after some time opened them, and said, “I would rather not choose." During the last few days of her life her mind wandered; a natural consequence of feverish debility; but not a word escaped her that was in the least degree improper. She sunk rapidly until March the 10th, when her weeping friends gathered around her bed to receive her last breath. So easy was the spirit's departure, that it brought to recollection the lines,

“Summer evening's latest sigh,

That shuts the rose,”

The chief features of Miss Jenkin's character were retiredness and sincerity. She was always afraid of being brought into notice. She had a good understanding, a retentive memory, and was fond of improvement. She collected for the Missionary cause, and regularly distributed tracts among the poor. The last place she was at was the Sunday-school, six weeks before her death. She loved little children, and had great partiality for the Ministers of the Gospel, whose company and conversation she always enjoyed.




What is it that gives thee, mild Queen of the Night,

That secret intelligent grace ?
O why should I gaze with such tender delight

On thy fair but insensible face?

What gentle enchantment possesses thy beam

Beyond the warm sunshine of day? Thy bosom is cold as the glittering stream

Where dances thy tremulous ray,

Canst thou the sad heart of its sorrows beguile,

Or grief's fond indulgence suspend ?
Yet where is the mourner but welcomes thy smile,

And loves thee almost as a friend ?

The tear that looks bright in thy beam as it flows,

Unmoved thou dost ever behold;
The sorrow that loves in thy light to repose,

To thee it has never been told.

And yet thou dost sooth me; and ever I find,

While watching ihy gentle retreat,
A moonlight composure steals over the soul,

Poetical, pensive, and sweet.

I think of the years that for ever are fled ;

Of follies by others forgot;
Of joys that are wither'd ; of hopes that are dead ;

Of friendships that were, and are not.

I think of the future, still gazing the while

As thou couldst those secrets reveal ;
But ne'er dost thou grant an encouraging smile,

To answer the mournful appeal.

Those beams which so bright through my casement appear,

To far distant scenes tliey extend;
Illumine the dwellings of those that are dear,

And sleep on the grave of my friend!
Then still I must love thee, mild Queen of the Night!

Since fancy and feeling agree
To make thee a source of unfailing delight,

CLOUDS. I CANNOT look above and see Yon high-piled gorgeous mass Of evening clouds so splendidly In gold and purple pass; And think not, Lord, how thou wast seen On Israel's desert way, Before them in a shadowy screen Pavilion'd all the day. Or of those robes of glorious hue, Which the Redeemer wore, When, ravish'd from his followers' view, Aloft his flight he bore: When, lifted as on mighty wing, He curtain'd his ascent, And, wrapt in clouds went triumphing Above the firmament. Is it a trail of that same pall Of many-colour'd dyes, That high above, o'er-mantling all, Hangs mid-way down the skies? Or borders of those sweeping folds Which shall be all unfurl'd About the Saviour when he comes In judgment o'er the world ? For in like manner as he went (My soul, hast thou forgot ?) Shall be his terrible descent, When inan expecteth not. Strength, Son of Man ! against that hour Be to our spirits given, When thou shalt come again in power Upon the clouds of heaven.

Assist me, Lord! thy grace to gain,
That I may saving faith obtain ;
Let Charity, so mild and fair,
Engage my warmest, tenderest care:
Her peaceful paths, divinely pure,
Ten thousand blessings will ensure.
When languid pain my form assails,
When nought but anguish dire prevails,
Assist my young enfeebled mind,
Thy just decrees to bear resign'd ;
Send fair Religion from above,
To cheer me with my Saviour's love.

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(With an Engraving.) Op all the seven isles, Cephalonia is the largest, but not the most interesting as to natural beauties. It is mostly composed of high mountains, between which there are fertile valleys; and these produce wine, currants, oil, &c., the usual produce of the states. Since English protection has been extended here, a great number of new roads have been cut; so that communications are now easily kept up between the distant villages, and the capital town or city Argostoli; which is itself much improved by new wide roads around it, a market-place, an extended mole in front of the whole town, a bridge over the marsh, a prison, and other public works which have been executed. The harbour of Argostoli is spacious, and safe in stormy weather ; whilst around the island are many bays, in which ships may anchor securely. There is no doubt but that Cephalonia was once a very considerable place; for it possessed the city of Samos, which was entirely destroyed by the Romans.

Man may destroy the work of man; but the work of God in nature, none can overturn. Hence Mount Enos rears its majestic head, seen by mariners sometimes eighty miles off In the winter it is covered with snow.

At one time a large forest was on its heights, and it produced aromatic plants; but there are few trees upon it now. Here Jupiter was once worshipped : now at the foot of the mountain is the convent of Saint Gerasimo, the patron saint of the island, whose body is preserved ; and if it be not worshipped, it is respected as if it had been divine. O when will Christianity in these parts be free from every

at sea.

heathen relic of idolatry; and when shall God alone be adored !

The character of the people is that of liveliness and industry; and they are more accustomed to go from home to increase their property, than any of the other islanders. Hence many sailors go from Argostoli in different ships, to various parts of the Mediterranean; and many of the young persons finish their education in Italy and on the continent of Europe. To go to those places for education is also the practice of the people in the other islands, especially in regard to those who pursue the study of law and medicine. Indeed many of the old Venetian laws are still in force in the Ionian States; and the language in which the Advocates plead is Italian ; though the witnesses are sometimes examined in modern Greek, which is the language of all the villages, and of the lower class of the people in the chief towns.

Cephalonia contains about sixty thousand inhabitants, who, with a few exceptions in Argostoli, profess the orthodox Greek religion, the service of which is in ancient Greek.

Among the productions of the country, is the Muscadel grape, which makes a sweet wine, that is much esteemed by the people.

The engraving which accompanies this brief notice is a view of part of the town and harbour of Argostoli. In the front ground the people are occupied in gathering in the currants that are sent to England; and in the back ground is the Fort of St. George, and Mount Enos in the distance. A very large navy could anchor in the harbour of Argostoli. Lately a good light-house has been erected on the island of Guardiana at its entrance.

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