emotions of deep compassion with which I had regarded him, when we left him on the beach alone with the savages, were transformed into sentiments of admiration, and almost envy, in view of his achievements. All other labours seemed trivial compared with his. And then I felt, and still feel, that if any man can lie down with joy upon a dying bed, it is he who can look back upon a life successfully devoted to raising a savage people to the comforts, refinements, and virtues of a Christian life. THE STAR SHINING OUT OF THE CLOUD. For the gloom had my spirit bow'd, A star shining out of the cloud! With a thankful heart I gazed On its tiny, but cheering light; By its beams so gentle and bright. A star to shine out of the cloud. Since then in my path through life With thoughts of happiness fled ;- I have found it cheering to think To our Father above let us turn, The rays of the bright star of HOPE. Stamford Bridge, near York. LUCINDA BOWSER. Juvenile Biography. ANNA, daughter of JOHN and ANN DENTITH, was born at Crewe, March 13th, 1861, and died at the same place, March 12th, 1866. She was taken early to our Sabbath school by her father. She soon committed to memory several nice hymns, and would often sing them. She was a most affectionate child, and while in good health often asked her mother and sister if they should cry when she was dead; and how they would do when she had gone to heaven; and many questions about God and heaven. She was blessed with very good health until February 11th, when she was taken ill of scarlatina and gastritis, which finally placed her beyond all human help. But ill as she was, she was conscious, and appeared to understand that she should die. Just before she departed she said to her mother, "Nurse me;" she complied; and in a few minutes the dear little lamb's soul left its mother's knee for the fold above, to join the happy spirits she had many times sung and talked about going to see. I am glad to add that her father and mother are following her to heaven. May they be faithful; may they meet their dear children Far beyond the rolling river, Meet to love and sing for ever, In that happy land." JOHN PICKWELL. ELIZABETH ROBINS, daughter of Eli and Jane Robins, was born at Quarry Bank, in the Brierley Hill Circuit, on Dec. 26th, 1853. She was blest with praying parents, who endeavoured to train up their daughter in the way that leads to heaven. In early life she became a scholar in the Primitive Methodist Sunday School, at Quarry Bank, and continued one till the time of her last sickness. She was often the subject of affliction; but she was very fond of singing, and would often break out with "There is rest for the weary," and, "O the blood of Jesus." Her last affliction was a fever, which set in on the 18th of February last, and from that time she kept gradually sinking; but the Sunday week following, she thought she would try to go to chapel to get her sins pardoned, as it seemed impressed on her mind that she would die; but, being very weak, she could not get out; but she fell on her knees at home, and fervently prayed for the Lord to pardon her sins. She seems to have received the blessing; as the short time she lived after, her talk was about her crown. She said there was one for her in heaven. The Sunday following, her aunt, Mrs. Moles, went to see her, and Elizabeth said, "O aunt, I have two fathers, one here and one in heaven; and He has numbered all His children, and He has counted me for one." On the Friday before she died, she broke out singing, "They led Him up to Calvary," &c. On Mr. Clarke, her superintendent, going to see her and to talk and pray with her, he found her answers were fully satisfactory. The last night she lived, her grandmother going to her bedside and lifting her up, she clasped her withered arms around her grandmother's neck and shouted, Glory," saying she was going to have a crown, and that she should hunger no more; and her grandmother said, "nor thirst any more," for she was going to fountains of living waters. Soon after, her father being on his knees by her bedside, she cried out, "O the blood of Jesus!" and she carried on in this strain through the night. The last words she was heard to say were, "Lord, help me!" and she then fell asleep in Jesus without a struggle, on the 28th day of March, aged twelve years and three months. ELI ROBINS. WILLIAM MEYREDITH was born, at Bishop's Castle, June the 8th, 1851. He began to go to our school when he was very young, and evinced a very strong attachment thereto. The last twelve months of his life he manifested great concern for his soul. In school he seemed very desirous to learn the truth as it is in Jesus.. He was very regular at the prayer meetings, and at other means of grace. His last illness lasted about two months, a fortnight of which time he was confined to his bed, and suffered severely from his complaint; but he, trusting in the Redeemer, was enabled to bear his affliction with resignation. I asked him if he had any desire to recover, when he replied, No, he would rather die. When asked if he had any fear of dying, he replied, that Jesus had taken all fear away, and that he knew that through Jesus he should go to heaven. When his mother was mourning on his behalf, he told her not to mourn for him, he was going to be better off. On the Thursday before he departed he told his mother that he had seen Jesus, and that He told him he must wait a little longer and then He would take him to himself. The last words he was heard to utter (with the exception of "mother,") were, "I am going to be with Jesus." He died in peace on the 7th of April, 1866. N. W. STAFFORD. SCRIPTURE CHARACTERS; OR, Daniel's wisdom may I know, Job's long patience may I know, David's true devotion, too; Abraham's friendship, how sublime, |