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read books on the subject, and got but little light
On one occasion, whilst conversing with a fellow-workman on the all-important subject of believing, it occurred to him that to believe must be an act of his own, and that if he believed now he should be saved now. Whilst pondering over this thought, he resolved to make the effort, and he said, “I will believe, I do believe." In a moment, the gloomy guilt that hung over his soul, and made him so unhappy, passed away, and a feeling of peace and joy, such as he had never felt before, filled his liberated spirit. From this time he was seldom without a comfortable assurance of God's favour. His first class-leader was our esteemed friend Mr. R. Malkin, who spoke of his love to the means of grace in the most satisfactory manner. In 1836, he entered the married state ; and as his wife and he were members of the same Society, and as they had much union of sentiment and feeling, they proved in reality helps meet for each other, and, perhaps, enjoyed as much real happiness as falls to the lot of most persons in their circumstances. He dearly loved domestic life: his own home was his favourite place. When he became a father his happiness was greatly increased. He loved his children most tenderly; and when they grew up, so as he could talk to them, and they could sing the praises of God together, it was a high gratification to him. Many happy hours his dear partner and he employed in teaching their children to sing the praises of God.
I suppose it is scarcely possible for any man to have a stronger affection for a family than he had for his. When he was taken ill, and doubts were enter tained respecting bis recovery, nothing troubled him so much as the thoughts of leaving them without a father to watch over them and provide for them. As a servant, he was highly esteemed by his master. He entered the employment of our excellent friend, John Ridgway, Esq., in 1824, and remained with him twentyseven years. Mr. R. esteemed him highly as a confidential servant; and our brother had a great respect for his master, whom he had so long faithfully and honourably served. Mr. Bale, the nephew of Mr. Ridgway, had many opportunities of observing his conduct, and he says he never met with a more upright and con. scientious man : things that some people would pass over as mere trifles would occasion him much anxiety, on account of his strict adherence to truth. I sup
pose it is a litile more than two years since he first became unwell. During that period he was flattered with the hope of the recovery of his health. Of his recovery he was very desirous for the sake of his family ; but the symptoms of decline became so evident, that he was advised, as a last resort, to try a change of air. He accordingly removed into Cheshire, and remained there for three months; but the disease had taken too fast hold on his constitution for any means to remove it. As he found his strength declining he returned home.
When his friends saw him they were quite shocked at the change in his appearance; and the general impression was, that his end was near. A few days after he reached home my attention was directed to him, and I went to see him. I was fully convinced that he would soon be in the house appointed for all living. I felt it my duty kindly to intimate to him that I believed he would not get better, and that if be wished to have the support of divine grace he must resign all into the hands of God. This allusion to the probability of death deeply affected his dear wife, and her distress brought his own feelings into a painful state. From this time he more than ever prayed for divine grace to submit to the will of the Lord. I saw him again in a few days, and regretted to find that he had not fully given up his children. The youngest child seemed to cling around his heart in such a manner as made him feel it very difficult to disentangle himself from him. I spoke to him very closely on the subject of being resigned to the divine will, and told him he could not fully receive the supporting grace of God unless he was fully resigned to his will. His paternal affection was so strong that the struggle with his feelings and the will of God was very great. While we were thus conversing, his wife, to my surprise, said, “Elijah, give us up, and I will give you up!” This advice of his wife appeared to relieve him greatly, for up to this time she had clung to him as strongly as he did to her.
I made some inquiries respecting his conversion, which he seemed quite willing to give me, though it exhausted him much. I then prayed with him and left him. When I was gone, he desired to be left alone, and he betook himself to earnest prayer for grace to surrender his family into the hands of Ged; and in a short time the Lord gave him the victory, and filled his soul with unspeakable peace and joy. Some time after, bis wife returned to the room and found his
face covered with perspiration ; while she was removing this, he opened his eyes. She inquired if she had disturbed him, and if he had been asleep? He said, “No. I was just thinking about matters. I am surprised at you. Although you have had so much to do for me, you are as willing to wait on me as ever. Yet after manifesting all this love for me, how is it that I am able to give you up ? It is not for want of affection for you." She said, “Oh, no, it is the Lord that has enabled you to do it." The reserve that he had felt through life to speak on reli. gious subjects was now entirely removed, and his soul was filled with a holy boldness, and he was constrained to speak to all who came near him about the bliss he enjoyed. He urged them to cleave to God and make religion a chief business. He was surprised to find himself so completely loosened from those who had been so dear to him. He told Mrs. M. that he believed God would take care of her and the children. In the last conversation he had with his eldest son, he gaye him his hymn-book, and charged him to attend the house of God and love and serve his Maker, and he would be sure to bless him. Having thus re signed his children, he desired them to be kept out of his sight, lest he should be tempted to take them back again. Finding he was soon to die, he had a wish to see his father and sister who lived in Cheshire. When they arrived. and his father saw him, he burst into tears. Mr. M. said to him, “Father, you have come to see the last of me. You know how long I have been afflicted, yet the Lord has taken care of me, and he is now about to take me to himself. There I shall see my dear mother, next to my dear Saviour. I shall look out for her, and oh! what a happy meeting we shall have! Father, give your heart fully to God, and I shall greet you on the shore." Mrs. M. had waited on him night and day, until it was judged needful for her to have a night's rest. It was arranged for one of the neighbours to wait upon him, that she might go to bed. This she felt reluctant to do, lest he should not have the attention she thought he needed; but Mr. M. urged her to go and get a good night's rest. When she went to take leave of him for the night, he said, “ Now go to bed and be quite content, for I shall have a glorious night. John will read and I will pray, and I shall perhaps sing before morning !" Mrs. M. said, “ Nay, you cannot sing, you have lost your voice." “Oh, but," said he, “I may perhaps sing
the new song before morning, and that will be glorious." The Sunday morning previous to his death, his old friend, Mr. R. Malkin (since then gone to rest), paid him a visit. On inquiring how he was, he said he was very ill, but very happy. Mr. Malkin spoke to him about the suitability of the Gospel to meet the wants of mankind. He said it succoured and sustained them in all their trials. In the truth of these remarks be feelingly con. curred. He observed, “I have been trying to remember a hymn." Mr. Malkin inquired if he could recollect any of the words ? He said, “ Yes, these
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood.” Mr. Malkin pointed it out to him and repeated it, and it so met his views and feelings, that it threw him into an extacy, and with a full voice he cried, “ Glory! glory! glory!" Such was the feeling produced, that all present were affected to tears. Mr. Malkin remarked it was a most wonderful season. In the evening of the same day, friend Hoyland, one of the Bedford leaders, called upon him. Mr. Mountford told him he had something to say to him before he went home. Friend Hoyland sat down by his bedside, and Mr. M. thus addressed him: “I am as weak as a little child. My strength is nearly all gone. I do not expect ever to arise from this bed, but I am perfectly happy in the religion of Jesus Christ, The sting of death is extracted, and the fear of dying is taken away. I am not afraid to die. All will be well.” The same person was with him the last two hours of his life. He asked him several times if he had good footing. He answered, “Yes; all will be well!" Mr. Hoyland told him he had heard a sermon on “Unto him that loved us," &c., “In the sermon, it was observed that all could sing this song in part—all sinners could sing "Unto him that bas loved us," but they could not sing 'He has washed us from our sins in his own blood;' but you can sing the whole song." He said, “I can." The very last words he uttered before he breathed his last were : “I shall sing the new song." Thus died Elijah Mountford, September 16, 1851, aged 38.
ELIZABETH WHEYWELL OF UP
PER HANLEY, Was the daughter of James and Nancy Thomas, of Little Madeley, Staffordshire. She was born March 20th, 1775. We have no particulars respecting the years that preceded her being brought under
conviction for sin. The instrument in the hands of God of enlightening her mind was a pious minister of the Established Church, in Madeley. From this time she regarded religion as the chief business of herlife on earth, but when or where she got in possession of the divine favour, we have not been informed. In 1812 she came to reside at Longport; here she became aequainted with our people, and began to hear the gospel by our ministers. In 1814 she joined the Society, and met in the same class as the Rev. W. Ford, previous to his going out to travel, and was admitted a member at the same period as he was. From Longport she removed to Snegdgreen. There she united with the late W. Cartledge's class.
In 1819 she was united in marriage with Adam Wheywell, a member of the same class. They were true helpmeets for each other. In 1825 they came to Shelton, and were both members of the Bethesda Society. Here they enjoyed many sweet opportunities of fellowship with the followers of Christ. In 1828 they removed to Liverpool. Here also they lost no time in joining the Liverpool Society, and they were very happy with the friends in this place. Their class was then led by Mr. John Fowler, senior, and after his decease by Mr. John Tilston, who in a letter to our friend Wheywell gives his views of sister W. as a Christian. He observes, “I feel great pleasure in saying, that for a number of years I had the privilege of Christian communion with your dear wife. Often has the relation of her experience en couraged my hope, and strengthened my faith. Her prayers were always refreshing; there was so much simple breathing of the soul to God, such resignation to his holy will, such ardent love to her fellow-travellers to Zion, and such earnest desires for the prosperity of the Church of Christ. These things proved that her own soul was deeply imbued with the spirit of her divine Master. Those who have witnessed her patience under painful affliction, could not but admire the wonderful power of divine grace in supporting her mind, when witnessing the peace she enjoyed. It might well be said, Happy are the people who are in such a case; yea, happy is that people whose God is the Lord. Her example still lives in my memory. May it have a sanctified influence on my heart!"
In 1847 they returned to the Stafford. shire Potteries, and since then have been connected with Bethesda and Upper Hanley Societies, where our dear friend finished her course. She was a mem
ber of brother Johnson's class. Some time ago her health began to decline, and she suffered greatly; but in her patience had its perfect work. She often said, in the language of Job, “Though thou slay me, yet will I trust in thee." Her faith maintained its hold, and her perfect resignation to the divine will enabled her to triumph over all temptations to murmur and repine.
She had much love to the people of God, and their visits to her in her aflliction were a soothing cordial to her feelings. Her leader observes, when he entered the house to see her she would hold out her trembling hand, and feebly grasp his with Christian affection. When asked how she was, she usually said, “Weak in body, but, bless the Lord ! happy in soul.” All the means of grace she highly prized. She has been beard to say that she never wilfully missed her class-meeting in her life. She spent much time in earnest prayer. In the night-season she has often been heard breathing out her soul unto God; and she did not forget the Church of the Redeemer. Nothing delighted her more than to hear of the salvation of souls. Her Bible was her daily companion. It was her practice to read & portion night and morning, and frequently through the day. She drew much consolation from this source. When fully convinced that her end was near, she could think of dying with the greatest calmness, and often spoke of it as if she were about to take a pleasant journey. She frequently referred to her arrival in glory with pleasing emotion. The evening before her death sbe intimated to her husband that she was sure Death was near, and desired that way might be made for his approach. She said, "My love! I shall not die to night, but to-morrow the Lord will call for me." And so it came to pass : on the 12th of Sept., 1851, she entered her heavenly rest, aged seventy-six,
SUSAN LANGTON. I am fully aware that fond and affectionate parents often panegyrize the character of their departed children, whether they are deserving of commendation or otherwise. This course, however customary, I do not intend to pursue in recording an account of the demise of one of my dear children.
Susan Langton was my fourth and youngest daughter, born in Downpatrick, Nov., 1833. After her birth she was the subject of severe affliction for nearly & year, her life being often despaired of; but being removed at the following Conference to the Newtownards Circuit, a change of air effected a complete renovation of her health and constitution, so that she became strong and vigorous.
Being brought up with the strictest forms of morality and the constant exercises of religion, ber translation from nature to grace, from degeneracy to regeneration, from the ruins of the full to the liberty of the children of God, was by almost imperceptible advances; and being naturally of an exceedingly modest and retiring disposition, she made but bumble professions of attainments in the divine life; for often those who make the most glowing and lofty pretensions to elevated piety are very defective in manifesting an exemplary conformity to the requisitions of God's holy law. I am always inclined to ipfer a person's spiritual state more from tempers and conduct than from splendid speeches and towering professions of religion. The subject of this brief memoir manifested through life the most unblemished walk and conversation. She was born of New Connexion parents, baptized by brother Thomas Leymon, sat under our ministry, married to a husband in our own denomination, died among our praying friends, and was buried by Mr. McIntyre, one of our own ministers. For ten years she was a Sunday-school teacher, a tract-distributor, a missionary collector, and actively employed in doing all possible good in the cause of God. She always possessed a serious turn of mind, and as a consequence of this her conduct was uniformly characterized by steadiness and consistency. She never was known to run into any excesses, nor to tolerate herself in any criminal indulgences. She always manifested a conscientious regard to parental authority; I never remember one single act of disobedience during her whole life. She invariably manifested a rigid attention to the observance of the Sabbath day, occupying her time when not in the means of grace in reading pious little books, which she carefully treasured up as her own pro perty, and especially the Bible, the fountain of eternal life. At her class, in which she met regularly, while others sat in silence, she always stood up, and in artless, unaffected simplicity, told what the Lord had done for her soul.
She was possessed of the tenderest sensibilities of mind. When she heard of the prevalence of calamity by pesti. lence or famine, she would be so affected
as to retire to bed with intense sorrow. Her placid, unassuming, natural and gracious disposition, entitles her to a more interesting memorial than I am competent to delineate. Her pious mother bestowed the most undeviating attention to her spiritual and temporal interests, in common with the other members of the family; and in the character of the dear departed one we have a pleasing instance of the salutary power of parental example, instruction and government, and an unequivocal attestation to the truth of that divine declaration, “ Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." The exquisite sensibility of her heart induced her often to indulge in unwarrantable grief. Consequently, while others would engage in innocent pleasantry, she was generally solemn and serious; this caused us many times to say that perbaps the good Lord would take her early away, as she seemed unfit to bear up against the rude storms of adversity in this vale of woe; and so our anticipations were realized.
In Nov., 1851, she was married to Mr. Charles Langton of Dublin, who was a Sunday-scbool teacher, the secretary of our official meetings, a prayer-leader, and a member of our Society in Dublin, universally esteemed by all denominations. It is extremely desirable for the people of God to be united in matrimonial alliance with those who possess similar doctrinal sentiments, who worship in the same community, and, above all, with those who travel in the same road to the land of immortality. More genuine, unabated affection I never witnessed between husband and wife than was cherished between Charles Langton and his endearing companion; but oh, how ruthless is the hand of Death! what connexions does he not sever asunder! how devastating are his doings among the human ranks! Just when the pros. pects of the happy pair began to open, when the world seemed to smile, when arrangements were completed for secular and spiritual prosperity, the King of Terrors knocks at the door, and at the trying, tender period, the weeping husband must deposit his best beloved in the charnel. house of death! Oh the instability of all terrestrial bliss! Oh the severe and pain. ful strokes of adversity to which we are subjected in this world! How needful to be persuaded that God's dispensations are all infinitely benevolent, and calculated to work for our good!
The sceptic may scoff at piety, the worldling may barter its invaluable
death." Being left alone, she commenced singing the praises of the Lord, though with a faltering tongue. She had frequent paroxysms of something resembling asthma. In the intervals of relief, she was ardently engaged in prayer; and when anyone would speak to her about temporalities, she replied, “I will not allow my mind to be annoyed by these things." Being asked by a pious friend, "Are you happy?" she replied, “Oh, yes!" “You are suffering much.” “Oh, what are all my sufferiugs to my Redeemer's ?" When friends assembled to take the last mournful adieu, and she was speechless, she was engaged in prayer, and mani. fested an unusual majesty in death, and fell asleep in Jesus, without a groan or a struggle, on Friday evening, February 27th, 1852, in the nineteenth year of her age. May my last end be like hers. On the following Sabbath she was interred in the cemetery called Mount Jerrim, to repose in the icy arms of death till the Judge shall come.
treasures for a little perishable earthly enjoyment, the lovers of pleasure may despise God and heaven, the ungodly may revel in the gay scenes of dissipe. tion and crime-but when Death looks man in the face, when eternity bursts upon their sight with all its tremendous realities, how will the scene change!
The subject of this memorial spent five weeks with us in Galway, last summer, for the resuscitation of her bealth; but Death seemed to have fixed his en. venomed dart in her vitals. All medical aid seemed ineffectual; the atmosphere of Galway, being proximate to the great Atlantic, seemed too penetrating for her feeble, emaciated frame. After her return to Dublin, she wrote to her mother the following letter, an extract of which I now transcribe, which developes the state of her mind :
“MY DEAR MOTHER-I wish to in form you that every medical prescription I take does me no good. I have tried everything ; but all is useless. The doctor says my vitals are affected, and that is the reason why no medicine is effectual; but the will of the Lord be done! I know this world is not my place, neither do I care the least for it. I see there is little but trouble and trial here below. Yon need not be afraid that I shall fret; I have no cause to fret; I do not regret leaving this world, sure we are only parting for a while; and at the longest period it is only a little while. My dear husband is very kind. Many are dropping down dead every day without a moment's warning. How thank!ul am I who have time to trim my lamp and prepare for eternity! I am not at all sick, but feel acute pain in my right side. Mr. McIntyre comes often to see me, and some of the other pious friends. I think often of James; I hope he is still & good boy. I hope my sisters, Jane and Eliza, are well; but what about our poor bodies? our precious souls are our great concern! I hope the little Church in Galway prospers. I often think of you all. No more at present. S. L."
During her last illness she took the greatest delight in reading and bearing the Psalms read, especially those which speak of the sufferings of the people of God. Being asked by her mother if she wished to live or die, she replied, “ If I could do any good in the Church, or in the world, I would wish to live; but if not, I would rather die and gó home to glory." Being asked if she were sure of heaven if she were to die, she replied, “Oh, yes! I am perfectly satisfied with God's will, whether in life or in
JANE KAY, ASHTON CIRCUIT.
JANE KAY, whose maiden name was Stanly, was born November the 21st, 1823, at Woodhouses, near Ashtonunder-Lyne, Lancashire, from which place she was subsequently removed to Smallshaw; and when very young, she began to attend our Sabbath-school at Waterloo, and continued as a scholar and teacher for about twenty years.
From her childhood she evinced an amiable and teachable disposition, and the instruction she received in the Sabbath-school was as good seed sown in good ground, which sprang up and bore fruit to the glory of God. Her attachment to the school was very strong, and was expressed in her last words, a few minutes before she died. When asked if there was any one she wished to see or speak to, she replied, “No; only the teachers." She loved the school, and would rejoice in its prosperity ; nor would trifles prevent her from attending as long as her health permitted.
In the year 1849, she was united in marriage to her now bereaved husband, Mr. James Kay, of Waterloo, with whom she lived in the enjoyment of unbroken peace and happiness, faithfully discharging the duties devolving upon her.
For several years previous to her death she resided at Hurst, where, by attending the public services of the chapel, a deep conviction of her state as a sinner, and the Spirit of God working powerfully upon her mind, she became acquainted with the saving power of the religion of