Page images



cause of God, and liberality in its support, were equalled by very few of her age and sex.

In the summer of 1831, she had a slight affiction, and often afterwards experienced considerable indisposition and debility, but was at all times exceedingly patient and resigned.

About three weeks before her last illness, she attended the funeral of one of her cousins. On the evening previous she went to the class; when she was unusually serious, and prayed most devoutly that she might go from her cousin's grave, and prepare for her

Her last affliction commenced on the evening of Christmas-day. In the morning she arose deeply impressed with the apprehension that something very important and awful was at hand; and prayed earnestly to the Lord to prepare her for all his righteous will. Though scarcely able to walk, she attended the service of the church in the morning, and the preaching at Brough-Green in the after

At tea she was seized with violent pain ; but being immediately put to bed, her friends anticipated her speedy recovery. But herein the Lord had otherwise determined. On the Wednesday following her Class-Leader visited her, and asked her most affectionately if she felt her heart was right with God, and if she was assured of her interest in Christ. She replied, “ Yes; I feel that Jesus is my Saviour.” On Thursday morning her friends thought her end was drawing near; and inquired if she wished any one to be sent for; when she requested her Class-Leader might be called. On his arrival, she expressed strong confidence in God, declaring that her soul was happy, and Christ precious. When her acute pain had in some measure abated, she talked of Jesus, her class, and the cause of God; and afterwards prayed in a most impressive manner, separately for herself, her father, brothers, and sisters, and their children, her Class-Leader, and class-mates, for the church, and then for the whole world. She never murmured at the dispensation of Providence ; but was thankful that she was enabled to endure pain with patience; never expressed the least desire to recover, but prayed that she might do and suffer all the will of God. She faithfully warned all her friends and acquaintance of their dangerous situation while destitute of the saving grace of God.

About ten o'clock in the night previous to her dissolution, she fixed her eyes first on one, then another, who stood by her bed, as if taking leave of them, and bidding her last and long adieu. She endeavoured to pray, but weakness appeared to prevent. She then lifted up her heart to Jesus, and said, “ O Lord, if it be thy will, strengthen me that I may pray once more.” She then prayed in a louder and stronger manner than she was wont to do, and that for near an hour, , until she appeared quite exhausted ; and then sunk imperceptibly into the arms of death. The last words which were distinctly heard were, “Glory, Glory! Lord Jesus! Amen, Amen!"

Thus died one of the most patient, consistent, and pious young 2. Died, at Dodworth, near Barnsley, February 23d, Sarah Slack, aged twenty-three years. From her infancy she was of a mild and affectionate disposition, possessed of fine feelings, and was a subject of restraining grace.

When she was about fifteen years of age, it pleased the Almighty to remove her pious mother out of time into eternity, and this made a lasting impression on her mind. Accompanied by the operation of the Spirit of God, this event induced her to seek the Lord with her whole heart. In the spring of the year 1824, she became a member of the Methodist society; and seeing her uniform conduct, and regular attendance on the means of grace, an attempt was made by a friend to obtain a knowledge of her spiritual state. She said that she had not satisfactory evidence that she was a child of God; but frequently felt happy in the service of the Redeemer: at other times she was much depressed, feeling herself an unworthy and unprofitable servant. About this time a revival of religion took place, and a prayer-meeting was established on Monday evenings. Then it was that, by believing in the Lord Jesus Christ with her whole heart, she obtained a sense of the divine favour, and began publicly to exercise in prayer. The humble yet earnest manner in which her petitions were offered, showed that her desire was to sit at the feet of Jesus, and meekly learn his will concerning her. After she had found salvation, she began to feel greatly concerned for the spiritual welfare of her father and brothers; and never is it recollected that she omitted praying that God would " strike with the hammer of his word, and break their hearts of stone.” Nor were her prayers in vain; for she had the happiness of seeing one of her brothers brought to a saving knowledge of the truth. She was not only a diligent attendant on the public means of grace, but loved to pour out her soul when none but God was near. Full well she knew that as the body could not be kept alive without the bread that perisheth, neither could the soul, without that which cometh down from heaven: hence it was her custom to retire to her closet immediately after having partaken of the bounties of Providence. But the meek and gentle spirit was soon called to bear the sufferings of affliction, which she endured with equanimity, and profound submission to the will of God. Soon after her recovery she became a subject of temptation. The anchor which sustained her soul almost lost its hold ; the shield of faith was well nigh wrenched from her trembling hand; but after wrestling with God some time in prayer, several passages of Scripture were applied to her mind, and she was again made a happy recipient of the grace of God. Her reliance for eternal glory was on that foundation which God hath laid; and while she indulged in the most humiliating views of herself, she gloried in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.

She was again called to suffer affliction, which she bore with Christian fortitude and resignation. She was persuaded that her affliction was unto death ; and she looked forward with delight to where is fulness of joy, and to His right hand, where there are pleasures for evermore. She could say with the Apostle, “ I know that if the earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, I have a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."

She frequently desired her attendants to leave the room, that she might enjoy uninterrupted communion with God. On being asked if she was happy, and being unable to articulate, she immediately raised her hand in token of victory. A few minutes before her departure, with outstretched arms, and in a most emphatic manner, she exclaimed, “ Come, Jesus! come, Jesus!” These were her last words ; and thus her happy spirit winged its way to mingle with the blood-washed throng in the more immediate presence of her God.



REMEMBER, love, who gave thee this,

When other days shall come;
When she who had thy earliest kiss

Sleeps in her narrow home :
Remember, 'twas a Mother gave
The gift to one she'd die to save.
That Mother sought a pledge of love,

The holiest, for her son ;
And from the gifts of God above,

She chose a goodly one :
She chose for her beloved boy
The source of light and life and joy.
And bade him keep the gift, that when

The parting hour should come,
They might have hope to meet again,

In an eternal home :
She said his faith in it would be
Sweet incense to her memory.
And should the scoffer in his pride

Laugh that fond faith to scorn,
And bid him cast the pledge aside,

Which he from youth had borne;
She bade him pause, and ask his breast,
If he, or she, had loved him best.
A parent's blessing on her son

Goes with this lovely thing;
The love that would retain the one,

Must to the other cling:
Remember, 'tis no idle toy,




Thou man of God! thou chosen of the Lord!
And faithful servant of his gracious word ;
Ambassador of peace, of joy, and love,
And guide of sinners to the realms above ;
Those outlines of a form that once enshrined
The bright resemblance of a Saviour's mind,
Enrapture more my gazing eyes and heart,
Than sculptured marble wrought with Grecian art.
Angelic sweetness on those features plays,
And beams seraphic shed their milder rays.

Methinks the gracious smiles which on them rest,
Bespeak the language of thy pious breast,
When, in communion with thy God alone,
By soaring faith thou view'st the dazzling throne,
Where angels and archangels ceaseless praise
The Triune God, and on his glories gaze.
'Twas there, methinks, when high on eagles' wings
Thy spirit rose to feast on heavenly things;
'Twas there, while gazing on the glorious throng,
On which thy ravislı'd eyes would linger long,
There thou attain'dst the angelic look thou bear'st,
There from thy Saviour caught the smile thou wear'st

The darling theme on which thou lovedst to dwell,
In which thy highest, richest notes would swell,
Was when, with melting, energetic tongue,
Thou spakest of mercy to the listening throng.
Mercy to sinners oft thy tongue employ'd,
And oft thou threw'st the door of mercy wide;
When on that theme thy cheering words would dart
Like rays of light across the mourner's heart.
Oft in the ardour of pathetic zeal
Thy soul renew'd, inspiring grace would feel ;
And from the star of mild persuasive sense
Expand into a sun of eloquence ;
Thus would thy lofty strains sublimely rise,
And thus ascending reach their native skies.
When from the noisy world thou didst repair,
To plead for sinners in the earnest prayer,
Prostrate before thy God thou wouldst implore
Grace for thy flock that they might sin no more ;
While sighs and groans for them, and copious showers
Of fruitful tears, engaged thy closet hours.

But thou art gone! No longer could thy soul,
So link'd to heaven, with mortal clay enrol,
But burst its chain, and took immortal flight,

And while the angel-choir around their Lord
Swell’d the high notes, receiv'dst thy full reward;
And near the throne, amid the dazzling throng,
To lofty strains thy golden harp is strung.
And now in high and sweet melodious tone,
Thou sing'st the praises of the great Three-One!

Yes! thou art gone, as brilliant lights expire
From earthly eyes, to join the heavenly choir.

But did thy setting sun reflect no gleams
Of glowing light, save what our fancy dreams?
O yes! it set resplendently around,
And gilded far and wide the sacred ground ;
E’en yet the gazing eye may fondly trace
Beams of its glory; for from race to race,
Like royal lineage, shall descend thy name,
And rising youth explore thy letter'd fame;
Lured by thy bright example, wing their way,
To join thee in the beauteous realms of day.
And may the Saviour grant my earnest prayer,

That I, with all thy flock, may meet thee there. Lewisham, March 26, 1833.



'Tis not in the harp's soft melting tone
That music and harmony dwell alone;
'Tis not in the voice so tender and clear,
That comes like an angel's voice on the ear;
They both are sweet, but o'er dale and hill
For me there's as beautiful music still.

I hear it in every murmuring breath
That waves the bells of the purple heath ;
In the watch-dog's bark, in the shepherd's song,
In the rustic's laugh, as it echoes along;
In the whizzing sound of the wild-bird's wing
There's music! there's music in every thing !
There's music in the evening breeze,
When it sweeps the blossoms from the trees,
And wafts them into the moon-lit heaven,
Like fairy barks from their anchors driven,
And they through the clear and cloudless night
Float in a waveless sea of light!
There's music too when the winds are high,
And the clouds are sailing through the sky;
When the ocean foams and lashes the shore,

« PreviousContinue »