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in the efficacy of the great Atonement-his acquiescence in any issue which his God might determine, and his conviction that for time as for eternity all was well. He repeats in words of simple and solemn import his ardent affection to his wife, his children, and his home, and his assurance that if he should see them no more in time, he would meet them in the better land. He then heads his regiment-calm, resolute, full of courageand falls in that terrible onset. Many see the hero only. A few look deeper, and see the secret source of the creation of the hero. All must admit that the Christian and the hero were both developed in no ordinary type in that admirable officer: the Christian, evidenced by the precious letter he addressed to his wife; the hero, in the calm and resolute leader of the 57th "die-hards on that memorable 18th day of June. Soldiers may be Christians. The bravest of the brave are Christians. Never did an army in active service show so many earnest and devoted Christians. Never was the inspiration of eternal truth more signally illustrated as the motive power of the soldier's heart, or more powerfully shown as the creative element of all that gives superiority to our country, our army, and our navy, than in the case of Colonel Shadforth. While churches seem turned into camps at home, our camps seem consecrated into churches abroad. Such men as Colonel Shadforth are the sinews of our battalions. Their memory is eloquent; their last words are victories. Being dead they yet speak. May his mantle fall on the shoulders of many a gallant successor. While, alas, the chicanery of petty minds and petty partizanship is exhibited in Cabinet, Congress and Divan, may the Christian enthusiasm and heroic nerve of the Shadforths and others of that noble class be yet more

abundantly displayed abroad. It is of such high-souled men that our Queen and country may well be proud, and yet thankful to Him "to whom the shields of the earth do belong."

The following letter from Lieutenant Colonel Warre, of the 57th Regiment, to the widow of Colonel Shadforth, who was killed in the attack on the Redan on the 18th of June, affords a most affecting testimony to the esteem with which the Colonel was regarded by his regiment, and the courage with which he led them to the assault :

"Camp before Sebastopol, June 18th.

"MY DEAR MRS. SHADFORTH,

"I trust the report from other sources will have prepared you to receive the painful intelligence it becomes my duty to convey to you.

"When I look to the sincere regard all the officers and men of the 57th Regiment felt for our lamented Colonel, it is with unfeigned grief that I am obliged to inform you that he is no more. His gallant spirit fled while leading his men to the unfortunate and unsuccessful attack on the Redan this day.

"As a soldier, his thirty years' service in the 57th Regiment has endeared him to officers and men, and the recollection of his devoted attachment to the regiment has spread a gloom through our camp, showing how beloved he was in life and how respected in death. His remains were brought up by his detached men, and they will be interred to-morrow in the cemetery attached to the division, where our late Colonel Goldie and Lieutenant General Cathcart already rest in a soldier's grave.

"Pray accept my deepest sympathy and heartfelt condolence for your irreparable loss, and believe me your faithful servant,

" HENRY J. WARRE,

"Lieutenant Colonel, 57th Regiment."

Colonel Shadforth seems to have felt some presentiment of his approaching fate, for he took leave of his wife and children, the night before the assault, in the following terms :—

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"Before Sebastopol, June 17th, Nine P.M. "MYOWN BELOVED WIFE AND DEARLY BELOVED CHILDREN. "At one o'clock to-morrow morning I head the 57th to storm the Redan. It is, as I feel, an awfully perilous moment to me, but I place myself in the hands of our gracious God, without whose will a sparrow cannot fall to the ground. I place my whole trust in Him. Should I fall in the performance of my duty, I fully rely in the precious blood of our Saviour, shed for sinners, that I may be saved through Him. Pardon and forgive me, my beloved ones, for anything may have said or done to cause you one moment's unhappiness. Unto God I commend my body and soul, which are His; and should it be His will that I fall in the performance of my duty, in the defence of my Queen and country, I most humbly say, 'Thy will be done.' God bless you and protect you; and my last prayer will be, that He, of His infinite goodness, may preserve me to you. God ever bless you, my beloved Eliza and my dearest children; and, if we meet not again in this world, may we all meet in the mansion of our Heavenly Father, through Jesus Christ. God bless and protect you; and ever believe me, your affectionate husband and loving father,

"THOMAS SHADFORTH."

NE of the quiet working men of the age lately passed away nearly unnoticed. A mitre renders conspicuous. Eloquence and learning give lustre to a name; and on the face of the great reflectors of the men and manners of the age, the lights and shadows of the high, or the

famous, or the bustling only, are usually seen. The quiet noiseless benefactor of his day and generation is heard of only in the circles that formed the area of his labours, and his memory lives chiefly among them. The Rev. W. Carus Wilson was for many years Rector of Whittington, near Kirkby Lonsdale. This secluded rural parish was the earliest scene of his labours. Not satisfied with this necessarily restricted sphere, he originated the system of building neat and inexpensive churches in destitute localities, and thus became one of the earliest church extensionists.

At that time, and in that diocese, a couple of thousand pounds were thought a good round sum for one to lay out on a parish church. The day had not dawned that was to witness nearly one hundred thousand pounds expended on a church in Margaret Street, Cavendish Square, or forty thousand coolly stated to be necessary to build a tabernacle for a zealous Baptist Minister. Mr. Carus Wilson was also the founder and munificent supporter of those noble institutions, near Kirkby Lonsdale, the Clergy Daughters' School and the Servants and Schoolmistresses' Training Institutions, at Casterton. In these institutions, and during upwards of a quarter of a century, two hundred girls have been educated, and many a poor clergyman can testify to their value. He started, upwards of thirty years ago, "The Friendly Visitor" and "The Children's Friend," monthly magazines for the young and for the working classes, which were so appreciated that at that time they attained a monthly circulation of fifty thousand. The germs of several of the most powerful and influential institutions were developed by this excellent clergyman. Severe organic disease necessitated his spending the last ten years of his life at Ventnor, Isle of Wight. But his intensely active and practical beneficence would not let him rest. Soon after the Crimean War he set about caring for the soldiers in the neighbourhood of Portsmouth. He ministered to their families, visited on board ship those who were ordered for foreign service, and instructed and preached to them. Many a brave soldier, now numbered with the slain, first heard words of comfort, encouragement, and peace from his lips. He established the first Soldiers' Institute at Portsmouth. In the course of three years he distributed among soldiers 1,200,000 Bibles at home and abroad,