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remarked, "Yes, they all had different promises given them. would not have done for them all to have the same; shall all have just according to your need-the one you want." One day, when hardly able to speak, she said, “What number of tools He makes use of to finish His work! What wonderful mercy and love it is, that He leaves no instrument untried to accomplish the purpose of our sanctification" (1 Thess. v. 23). After a severe attack, she said to her mother, "I am going to a land where all is rest.' Her mother replied, "Ah! dearest, you have not had much of that in this world." Then, was the reply, "I shall find it all the more delightful." her sisters said, "Have you a desire to depart?" She replied, "I feel less impatient than I ever did before. I do not think Í so much desire to go as my Lord desires for me to be with Him." Her sister M- said, "I fear that you are tried with all this grievous suffering in order to make us willing to part with you.' She replied, "Oh, it is not the suffering that tries me. I could bear much more of that. But, if you knew how my great feebleness prevents that full and delightful communion with God which my heart pants after, you would be willing to see me depart, that I might enjoy it uninterruptedly for ever. only hope I shall have perfect patience given me to the end.” And then, "I little knew what a rebellious will I had; but I am now content, if it will glorify God, to live much longer with any added bodily suffering He pleases-yea, even in imbecility itself. I only dread the loss of communion with God, which is the only satisfying joy in earth or heaven. But, even if this be denied, He will not love me the less, and there I can rest.”

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On Sunday, May 22nd, her sister asked her if the peace she had felt continued. She replied, "Yes, unbroken. Think where that peace must come from that remains when I cannot pray— when the enemy would suggest that I am not in a proper frame of mind. Think who it is takes hold of Satan with a very short chain, so that he cannot come near me. This is the

meaning of, 'In Me ye shall have peace.' 'In Me!' He has the peace. It is all His own. It is wrapped up in Him. Oh, it is my comfort to feel that, though I may not have any ardent love to God, He loves me just as well! I can lie down on that, and it is a sweet bed; and whether I sleep, or wake up to everlasting life, it is a downy bed on which to die."

One asked if she thought it right to pray for temporal blessings. She exclaimed, "Oh, I would not have such a reserve from my best Friend! I do not know what is a temporal blessing, but I can withhold nothing from Him; and I ask Him, if it is not good for me, not to give it."

One day she said, "I want you not to submit to my death

because you see me suffer, but because it is God's will. We have had much sweet communion together. I wish our intercourse had been more entirely of this kind."

In June, her sufferings were at times so great that it seemed as if the poor frame could not endure much longer. Her physician said to her, one day, "The mind does not seem to sink with the sufferings of the body." "Oh, no," she replied, "my heart and my flesh faileth, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever!"

On June 8th she said, "I had no idea that there could be such weakness as I am enduring. Every breath I draw is an effort which makes me almost faint; but I hope I shall have patience to the end. I think and trust I shall. It seems to be a very long way, but there will only be the more cause for praise at the end of it. This is death indeed, but I hope no one will be discouraged, or afraid of its approach, from what they have seen me suffer for the last few weeks. The way has been all smoothed for me, and I have no cause for anything but praise."

On June 15th, her sister asked if her extreme weakness prevented her enjoyment of spiritual things. She answered, "My enjoyment, in the full sense of the word, it does, but not my perfect, unshaken peace and rest. This He does not suffer to be touched or impaired."

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When suffering from thirst, some one remarked that she could, in some degree, realize the suffering contained in the words, "I thirst!" Emma replied, "Yes; but there is no gall, no vinegar. He took that all Himself."

On June 27th she hardly knew any one, and appeared to be sinking, but the next day revived a little. She said, "He knows what death is, for He has tasted it, and taken away all the bitters. It is a sweet draught now-nothing but sweet."

On the 29th she said, "Then do you think that His refusing the myrrh was different to our refusing opiates?" She was evidently dwelling on the question how far it was right for her to take laudanum to still the suffering caused by the convulsions. Her sister said she thought that Christ refused all alleviation of His sufferings because He wished to bear the whole penalty of our sins. "Ah! then you think," was the reply, "His bearing that was on purpose that we might enjoy the mitigation without sin? I think you are right; but then, if I had not that torpor, might I not be using those faculties for His glory?" Her sister reminded her that, when she was in such suffering as scarcely to be able to bear the pain, she could hardly use her mental powers, and she seemed satisfied.

For two or three days she was too weak to speak much, but on July 9th seemed brighter, and praised the Lord for a

special manifestation of His goodness with something of her natural energy. During the day she entered into the interests of those about her; but, as evening approached, her breathing became laboured, and about eight she breathed her last, aged twenty-four years.

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Among her papers was a letter to her sister who had nursed her especially. In it are these words, "Suffering has been redeemed into pleasure, weakness into matter of rejoicing, and death will be redeemed into the gate of glory. Let me entreat you, as my last request, never to allow one wor o be uttered of me as if I had been anything but a vile, filthy Christ, Christ is All! To Him will be all the glory in I be given to Him on earth. It is all grace, free me, that preserved me, and that will glorify me.' How noticeable in this case is the distinct manner in which the Lord answered her petition and her desire on that memorable evening! She begged the heavenly Refiner to purify His piece of precious metal-to polish His "jewel" by any means. shows His faithfulness by answering her request, but " so as by fire," giving her at the same time her desire, namely, to experience the "peace of God, which passeth all understanding," in a heartsatisfying manner. Let not, however, any who may read this feel that Naphtali's blessing can only be received through such a pathway as that of Emma Maurice. The Word of God says certainly, "In the world ye shall have tribulation," and God's "shalls" must be accomplished; but the tribulation through which the Lord leads His people is very diverse, and the promise with which He connects it is the same at all times-"In Me ye shall have peace."

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How is it, then, that so few of the Lord's people in these days seem to realize and walk by and in this peace? Is it not often because they so much neglect the blessed injunction in Philippians iv. 6, 7: "Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and sup plication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And [this verse being in close connection with verse 6] the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus"?

Ir cannot be spoken what power there is in a great example, whether to evil or good.-Bishop Hall.

THE humility of the hypocrite and mock saint is the most arrogant pride, like that of the proud Pharisee, who humbled himself in the temple, but bespattered his humility by thanking God, "I am not as other men," &c.-Luther.

NIGHT THOUGHTS BY A WATCHMAN.

BROKEN SCHEMES.

CHILD of grace and heir of glory, it is labour in vain for you to make a nest or build a castle in this world, for God will burn that and cast down this as soon, or perhaps before, you have completed it. Can you prepare a nest which He cannot find out and shake to pieces? Can you erect a castle too strong for His adverse winds to blow down? You may find sweet repose in the Christ of God, and perfect security in His covenant; but you shall never find either safety or satisfaction apart from Him. Yet, is not your poor, restless heart ever anxiously preparing some scheme, which you vainly hope God will own, in order that you may have at least a little repose here?

There never was but one Eden in this world, and that was lost quickly. Be content to be guided by God's counsel, and incline not to thy own understanding, for "there are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the Lord, that shall stand." Consider how many schemes have been broken, to the grief of their makers; but the Lord's way has proved steadfast, to their heart's joy. The scheme of Abraham, in calling his wife his sister, resulted in both he and her being sadly humbled by the King of Gerar. Rebekah put Esau's raiment on Jacob's body, and goat's skin upon his hands; but this did not bring peace to the tent. Jacob had to leave his parents and home with a sad heart and his brother's hatred. Then, again, not to name David's plan to hide his sin, look at King Jehoshaphat's worldly policy in making a league with Ahaziah, King of Israel, who did very wickedly; and he joined him in making ships in Ezion-gaber to go to Tarshish. "Then Eliezer the son of Dodavah of Mareshah prophesied against Jehoshaphat, saying, Because thou hast joined thyself with Ahaziah, the Lord hath broken thy works. And the ships were broken, that they were not able to go to Tarshish" (2 Chron. xx. 35-37). If God does not smile upon our undertakings, vain will be the help of man.

In looking back upon the past, you can but observe how often your carefully-laid plans have been thrown into confusion by the most unlikely, little, and yet painful things coming in the way; or, at other times, by your mind being quite changed in regard to the matter, so that what was a pleasure to you, while it was only in purpose, became a pain to you when it was realized in fact.

There is written on a gravestone in Colchester cemetery, erected in memory of a young woman who was found dead in her bed on the morning of the day on which she was to have been married, the following verse, "My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart" (Job xvii. 11). Thus

suddenly God often snaps the thread of life, and the restless mind has at once done with time, its cares and its joys. The fearful heart no longer beats with anxiety, nor can the evil heart again take pleasure in iniquity.

My dear reader, as you look around, and behold death and dying stamped on all things here below, and on yourself with the rest, can you look up and sing

66 My home is not here, 'tis above, where the poor,
The tempted and tried ones will suffer no more.

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66 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here;
Then why should I tremble when trials are near?"
"It is not for me to be seeking my bliss

And building my hopes in a region like this."
"Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
A home with my God will make up for it all "?

Not only have we to thank God for breaking our schemes, but for frustrating the schemes of our foes, and bringing their dark designs to light. Look at Joseph and his brethren, at David and king Saul, at Daniel and his enemies, at Mordecai, Esther, and Haman; and, if God is able to manage all the hosts of the spirits of darkness, what have you to fear? His arm is not shortened, nor His ear closed to your cry. Watch and wait.

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OH, blest estate! oh, fellowship divine!

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Such high, such sweet communion, Lord, be mine!
To walk with Thee, with Thee hold converse sweet,
Thy voice to hear, Thy smile of love to meet.

Far from the hollow world's deceitful glare,
To bathe my spirit in a purer air;

To lean on Thee, to trust Thy love alone,
Making to Thee my care, my griefs all known.
To meet Thine eye, to hold Thy guiding hand,
And know it safe will lead amid an alien land;
Thy counsel seek, to Thee my all confide,

My Friend of friends, the faithful, true, and tried.
The friends of earth may change-perchance may die,
E'en where I fondest cling, most firm rely;
From earthly shadows which evade the grasp
Unlock the heart, whose tendrils round them clasp.
My Saviour-God, oh, may Thy wondrous love
Constrain this treacherous heart no more to rove!
Be Thou my Central Star, my Guide, my Sun;
Walk Thou with me till travelling days are done.

-Selected.

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