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all nineteen who commemorated the dying love of the Redeemer. It was a solemn and refreshing season. It was good to be there; good to go apart awhile and hold communion with our Lord and Master, taking with us the text of the forenoon sermon : 'Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh. Our numbers have been recently diminished by the removal of two loved and esteemed church members to England, and another family to Jerusalem.”
Baptism at Haskioy. We had last Sabbath the pleasure and the privilege of admitting by baptism into the visible Church our colporteur's wife.
The occasion drew together a number of our Christian friends from other parts of the town. It was a great day for the poor woman, and when I contrasted, in my address, her past life with her present condition, floods of tears flowed from her eyes. These were, indeed, as she said, tears of joy and of penitence. How marked is the change in the whole tone and tepor of her life! She is a native of this place, and grew up without any instruction whatever. Constantinople life was her only school. Living thus in utter ignorance of God, she sank to the lowest ebb. But in the chiefest of sinners the gospel effects often its greatest triumphs. Those to whom much is forgiven, will love much. May it be so with her !- Rev. Mr. To
THERE is one aspect of this month's labours which is worth mentioning: A number of anxious and hopeful inquirers, ten in all, have come to me and have spent many hours in asking questions and in searching the Scriptures. Some have stayed till evening, others have stayed till late at night, others all night and next day, in order to learn
Some of them have come twice, thrice, or oftener, so that I have done as much this month as formerly in the way of strengthening former impressions and clearing away objections.-P. O'Flaherty.
OR, BURNED AT THE HELM. Some years ago, a steamer caught fire, when about ten miles from shore, on one of the great lakes of America. The man at the helm was “honest John Maynard," a man of God, and a brave sailor. The fire was spreading fast, and the captain put on all steam, and made for the nearest land, that he might run the ship ashore, in hope of saving all lives.
“How's her head ?" shouted the captain.
“Keep her sou’and by west,” cried the captain ; must go ashore anywhere."
The fire spread. Passengers and crew all gathered forward. No one was left aft but the brave steersman, who held to his post amid the crackling flames. The coast grew plainer. They were within a mile of land. “John Maynard !” cried the captain.
Ay, ay, sir," said John. “Can you hold on five minutes longer ?” “I'll try, sir.”
Noble fellow! And he did try. The flames hissed round him. Amid the scorching heat, and crouching backward, he held the wheel firm with his left hand, till the flesh shrunk and the veins cracked in the fire. Then he took his right hand, and bore the same agony without a word. They were near the land. Boats were approaching. The last words he heard were the captain's cry, “ The women and children first, then every man for himself, and God for us all !” He had run the ship ashore. Every life was saved, but the gallant sailor perished, either slipping overboard, or falling headlong into the burning hold.
Honour to his memory, and to the grace of God, which
made him what he was. He had laid down his life to save the rest in that burning ship.
This touching story puts us in mind of what sometimes happens in missionary life. A missionary, far from home, in an inhospitable and unhealthy clime, is' bearing the burthen and heat of the day. Year by year, he toils for the good of the poor heathen around him. His strength is wasting ; his health is sinking. Self-lore whispers, “ You ought to stop, and go home, or else you will soon die.” With noble self-sacrifice, he refuses to listen. The ship, as it were, is burning under his feet; but he has the charge of souls, some perhaps inquiring the way of salvation; and if he leave them, there is no one to take his place. He clings to his post till he sinks and dies, but not before being the means, perhaps with his latest breath, of guiding many precious souls to the haven of rest in the faith and love of Jesus.
A SOUL-WINNING PREACHER.
In Holstein the Home Mission work is prospering very satisfactorily. The agent of the Home Mission in that Duchy, Mr. Summer, has been called to his rest after a life of singular usefulness. He was a shoemaker by trade, but after the day's work was done, he had learned Greek and Hebrew for the sake of better understanding the Scriptures; and with the Bible in the original in his hands, he, on bended knee in the closet, studied theology: He travelled through the country gathering the good people together in school-rooms and private houses, where he expounded the Scripture with singular power. In one town which he visited some time ago, the authorities were petitioned to prevent him lecturing in the school.
The magistrates summoned the pastor to hear his advice on the subject, and, when it was urged that it was very improper and irregular to allow a shoemaker to teach publicly, the good pastor replied, “I know little of what is proper in such matters, but I do know that this shoemaker has been the means of converting, more souls to God than any pastor in the whole Duchy.”—The
ALL SORTS OF PEOPLE.
Tax extensive evangelizing operations amid all classes and sections of the community throughout London were spoken of. Every class was being met, and God was raising up preachers, and faithful, diligent workers, for each department of society. They had bad meetings for the scavengers and dustmen, for the police, the barge and boatmen, the cabmen, the thieves, the fancy, the young men, the young women, the shoe-blacks, the sweeps, &c.; and now we have a meeting for gasmen and lamplighters. The addresses were interspersed with many practical illustrations, and with many very bright touches of the pure and simple gospel of Jesus.-Meeting in London, 10th February.
KEEP THIS IN MIND. Our idle days are the devil's busy ones. -Bishop Hall.
TEXT FOR OUR TEACHER.
April 5 Thanks be unto God, which always causeth
us to triumph in Christ.—2 Cor. ii. 14. 12. Be not afraid, but speak, and hold not thy
peace ; for I am with thee, and no man shall set on thee to hurt thee: for I have much people in this city.-Acts xviii.
9, 10. 19. In thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt
hear, Lord my God.-Ps. xxxviii. 15. 26. Be of good cheer : it is I; be not afraid. —
Matt. xiv. 27.