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"Glory be to God, I shall soon will richly compensate for all praise him in nobler strains!" my sufferings here." She thus Two Sabbaths before her death continued-"Bless him! Bless she wished to partake of the him! Yes, I shall soon be with Lord's Supper, and in the even-him, very soon; a few more ing the Rev. H. Piggin admi- struggles and I shall be with nistered it in the presence of him.' She then broke out in four others. This was a most the most rapturous expressions profitable time, and had a sanc-of praise and thanksgiving until tified influence on her mind. her breath failed: and we From this time she continued thought she would have gone. to grow weaker in body. On Again she appeared to suffer the Sabbath before her death much, but immediately exclaimshe was tempted to fear that she ed, "Blessed Jesus, he has had grieved the Divine Spirit, eased my pillow once more!" but this doubtless arose from But it now became evident to a little mental aberration in all that her end drew near as consequence of the want of her sufferings increased. sleep; but she again regained saying to her, "Though painful her confidence, and when the at present, 'twill cease before circumstance was named by her long," "Yes!" she exclaimed, mother to Mr. Sandeford, "Yes," "bless him, praise him for ever she exclaimed, "glory be to and for ever!" and thus she God, Satan could not do that; continued till her voice failed. he could not rob me of my On recovering her strength, peace. Glory be to God!" On with her eyes fixed on the ceilthe Saturday previous to her ing, and her countenance beamdeath, seeing her parents in ing with more than earthly tears, she immediately said to brightness, and her hands claspthem, "Weep not for me; but ed, she said, "Soon, very soon!" oh, prepare to meet me in hea- And with a voice so loud that ven! For my part, I cannot her last words could be disgrieve. No, no! From that tinctly heard at a distance, blessed hour when God par-"Bless him for ever and for doned my sins, he removed ever, for what he has done for sorrow from my heart. I can me, for Jesus' sake! Amen." rejoice; but I cannot weep."

On the Monday before her death, I found her very ill; and on saying "It will not be long before you are released from this suffering body and join the redeemed before the throne," "Oh, yes, I cannot, I think, continue more than a day; and one moment in heaven

She breathed her last on the 20th of January, 1852, in the nineteenth year of her age. Her death was improved by the writer, in Red Hall Chapel, to a large and deeply affected congregation.

J. OUSEY. Jessamine Cottage, Andenshaw.

POETRY.

EQUALITY.

QUOTH Thomas to William, "That numskull behold,
How he lolls in his chariot, embellish'd with gold;
With his sleek courtly slaves in rich liveries behind,
Ten thousand a year with so senseless a mind!
How unequal the Deity things doth dispense,
Such wealth to a wretch without feeling or sense."
"Hold, Thomas," said William, "too fast you proceed,
You take but one side of the question indeed.
Suppose one of power to say to yourself,

Here, presto, Sir Mormorer, change with that elf;
Give to him what you have, refinement of soul,

Sense, feeling, discernment, wit, taste,-quit the whole
In an instant, come take his ten thousand-vile pence-
Be him, such a dolt, without feeling or sense.
You hesitate, Tom." "My good friend," he replied,
"I feel I am wrong, you have truth on your side;
The Deity henceforth I'll thank and revere,-
A mind is a balance for thousands a year."

TIME.

TIME speeds away-away-away:
Another hour-another day-
Another month-another year-
Drop from us like the leaflets sear:
Drop, like the life-blood in our hearts:
The rose-bloom from the cheek departs,
The tresses from the temples fall,
The eye grows dim, and strange to all.

Time speeds away-away-away;
Like torrents on a stormy day,
He undermines the stately tower,

DR. DODD. |

Uproots the tree, and snaps the flower,
And wrests from our distracted breast
The friends that loved, the friends that blest,
And leaves us weeping on the shore,
To which they can return no more.

Time speeds away-away-away;
No eagle through the skies of day,
No wind along the hills can flee
So swiftly or so smooth as he.
Like fiery steed, from stage to stage,
He bears us on from youth to age;
Then plunges in the fearful sea
Of fathomless Eternity

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