was admitted on the 8th August, 1781, and found there a home and friends. A religious education laid the basis of his early piety and future ministerial usefulness. Divine grace touched and subdued his heart; the word of life became a power and a principle in his soul. Having passed through this institution, he was occupied in some business engagement in the city, until he entered the Hoxton Academy, as a student for the ministry. Having passed with credit through his college course, he received an invitation to become the pastor of the church worshipping in what was then called Brookside Chapel, and came to reside in Derby in the year 1800. From that time to the 23rd August last he continued to discharge, with acceptability and success, the important duties of a Christian minister. From the testimony of all who knew him, we judge that his character as a man, a Christian, and a minister, was uniformly consistent and worthy of imitation; he possessed all the varied elements of Christian excellence, and all the essential qualifications of an able and successful pastor; and on his name there now rest a moral beauty and fragrance which the rough hand of time will never destroy. "He being dead yet speaketh," and his sweet voice still vibrates in the memories and affections of many hundreds who regularly sat under his ministry. As a proof of the loving esteem cherished towards him by the members of his own church, I need only mention the fact, that on the occasion of his jubilee celebration, they presented him with a purse of 575 Sovereigns; and to show his unselfish character, and hearty appreciation of their kindness, as well as his earnest desire to promote their prosperity, it ought to be stated that he generously returned the money, expressing his hope that they would with it build or purchase a house for the minister who might soon have to succeed him. His Divine master, however, spared him to his beloved flock, and permitted him to continue in his work, seven years longer;-then death separated them. On the 23rd August, this indefatigable pastor preached three times, with his usual vigour. When he retired to rest he was in good health, but during the night he was seized with a violent attack of diarrhoea, then very prevalent in the town; he never rallied, but became gradually worse, until the 6th

September, just a fortnight after his first attack; and on that night, at halfpast ten o'clock, he calmly fell asleep in Jesus, aged 83 years. He died in great peace, and in assurance of everlasting life.

At the funeral of this venerable minister a procession was formed, consisting of the mayor of the borough, members of the town council, representatives of various public bodies, ministers of all denominations in Derby, and from the country, members of the church, Sabbath school teachers, senior scholars, and friends from other congregations. The streets were lined with a large concourse of spectators, and many tradesmen partially closed their shops as a mark of respect to the deceased.

C. MANN.

DIED at Hunshelf-hall, Elizabeth, the wife of Mr. Joseph Couldwell, on Tuesday, the 17th of November, 1857, aged eighty-one years. The family of our late sister have attended our chapel at Hunshelf about forty years, and their house has been a "Pilgrim's Inn," where the ministers, in their visits to that place, have been kindly and hospitably entertained for nearly the whole of that time. Mrs. Couldwell will, therefore, be well known to many of our ministers, who, in their turn, have laboured in the Sheffield North Circuit. In process of time the word of the Lord affected her heart, she became the subject of saving grace, united with our peaceful and flourishing little church there, and has been for twentyseven years a steady and consistent member. For the last two or three years the infirmities of old age have prevented her from attending our place of worship, having been present but once since it became our providential lot to labour among them. But the local brethren and friends of the society have supplied them with the means of grace, by occasionally preaching on a Sabbath evening in their own house; and we have had the pleasure of administering the sacrament of the Lord's Supper to these aged disciples in their own family circle. Three weeks before her departure we were appointed at Hunshelf, and as soon as we entered the door, after the morning service, we discovered so marked a change in her countenance, as left no room to doubt of her approaching dissolution. After we had dined, we read the Scriptures,

and engaged in prayer with the family; as we rose from our knees, she took me by the hand, and said, "The Lord be with you, I shall never see you again in this world." I replied, "But we shall meet in heaven." My heart was full, and I turned away, convinced that I should see her face no more. The friends in the neighbourhood visited her, and, as long as she could speak, she assured them that all was right; but nature was worn out and exhausted, and she gradually sank into the arms of death. As the corn in the time of harvest falls before the reapers, so has she fallen, ripe and ready, beneath the scythe of death, to be gathered into the garner of the Lord. G.

JOHN BUTLAR.

OUR brother was born, it is believed, at Mansfield, in the county of Nottingham, in the year 1791. His early life was devoted to the pleasures of the world, and he lived without hope and without God. Entering the army, he yielded to the temptations which surrounded him, and vigorously served in the ranks of Satan. It was not till about his 57th year, that he began in good earnest to seek the salvation of his soul. He was led to attend our chapel at Newark, and, under the ministry of the Rev. T. Boycott, discovered that he was a guilty and lost sinner. From that time until his sickness and death, he was a member of our society, and a diligent attendant upon our means of grace.

He was conscious of his unworthiness, and often the subject of fears respecting his acceptance with God. At our society love feasts, shortly before his death, he publicly deplored the little proficiency which he had made in godliness, and expressed his steadfast purpose to be more in earnest during his remaining days, a purpose which we believe he carried into execution.

The affliction which caused his death, attacked him when from home, and was of a very painful nature, though it was only of a few days' duration, and it was borne with much patience and resignation. He knew the danger of his case, but was enabled to contemplate the end with peace. On the Sunday previous to his death, after a pious lady had offered up prayer with him, he exclaimed, "I know in whom I have believed,-Jesus can save to the uttermost." Having been

brought home with much difficulty, and being now surrounded by his family, he said, "What a blessing that I have not now religion to seek -all doubts and fears are taken away." To his wife, on the morning of the day of his departure, he said, "I am going home-There is my Saviour-Oh, what glory!" He then added, "Your loss will be my gain." After this he lay for some hours in a state of unconsciousness, in which state he was seen by the writer, and from which he recovered only for a few minutes before his death. Then, as if engaged in earnest prayer, he was heard to exclaim, "O God," and his spirit took its flight to the eternal state, on the 26th of November, 1857, in the 66th year of his age. R. C. TURNER.

Newark.

MARY BROWN.

Our

OUR departed sister, Mary Brown, was born in Scotland, in 1770. Her parents were self-righteous characters; they attended the Scotch Church, and took their children with them. departed sister obtained the same views and imbibed the same principles as her parents, and for more than half of her earthly existence was a self-righteous woman. In the order of Providence she was at length removed from the land of her birth to England. Our beloved sister had not been in this country very long before she became a subject of severe trial-adversity, protracted and painful, was her portion. Her husband acting immorally and unfaithfully, she was cast upon the world friendless and without a home. Her first settling place after this unhappy occurrence was at Ayton Banks, near Newcastleupon-Tyne. While residing at this place, she began to attend the Methodist meetings, but for a long time continued in the same self-righteousness; but happily she was led to see that she was building her hopes for future happiness upon a wrong foundation. One Sabbath evening, while sitting under the sound of the gospel, she became alarmed on account of her sins, and exclaimed, "Lord, have mercy upon me; Lord save me!" God's ear was open to her cry, and a message of mercy came, saying, "Be of good cheer; thy sins, which were many, are all forgiven; go in peace, and sin no more. The language of her heart was "Glory! Glory!! Glory!!!" From the day of her conversion to

the hour of her death she was a consistent Christian. I have known her ten years, and I have always found her to be a Christian-a sister in the Lord Jesus. We have frequently met together in the means of grace, and with pleasure I have again and again listened to the delightful testimony she bore to the triumphs of redeeming love. In relating her experiences she frequently made use of the following language:-"I know in whom I have believed." "I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that one day I shall see him as he is." That day has come, and she now beholds the King in his beauty. It was my happiness to visit our dear sister on her last Sabbath on earth, and I am happy to state that her last testimony to the triumphs of redeeming love was of a very pleasing character. She said to me, in her own way, "Oh my dear, I do enjoy much of the religion of my Saviour. I feel my confidence in God getting stronger. I feel that I cannot sufficiently praise him for the goodness and loving-kindness which he has manifested to poor unworthy me." These were the last words that I heard from the lips of our departed sister.

About twelve o'clock the same evening our dear sister was removed to her heavenly mansion. No earthly friend saw her in her last moments, but her guardian angel was there; and when death cut the last string which held her immortal soul to her mortal body, she entered where there is no sickness, no pain, no bereave

MARY TURNER, aged forty-eight years, died at Birmingham, Oct. 28th, 1857. Of the early part of her life we know but little. It was not till after her marriage that she gave her heart to God, and joined our Oxford-street society. Her piety, taking the complexion of her natural temper, was cheerful and unaffected-not showy, or bustling, or ostentatious. Her illness (which was of short duration) caused delirium, so that we can only mention a few expressions to which she gave utterance during intervals of reason. On one occasion she said, "Christ is my all. Blessed Jesus! I feel he is mine." The day before her death she said, "Thank the Lord for all his mercies; they are all mercies. Tomorrow, on Sunday, I am going home -to-morrow." She died early on the Sabbath morning. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." B. MURRAY SCOTT.

Earnest Christianity Illustrated; or Selections from the Journal of the Rev. James Caughey; with a brief Sketch of his Life. By John Unwin. London: Partridge & Co. Second Thousand.

Ir is not uncommon for revivalists to obtain credit for being earnest without prudence, declamatory without argument, and strong in zeal while feeble in intellect. Such views are most commonly entertained, and sometimes pretty freely expressed, by those who have no mean opinion of their own

powers and attainments. But any one perusing this volume with candour, will find that Mr. Caughey combines the holy fervour of a genuine revivalist, with the intellectuality of an able minister of Christ. From this book we are much better able to form our estimate of Mr. Caughey than from his reported sermons. His diary unfolds the breathings of a soul in deep communion with God, and filled with intense compassion for souls. Personal holiness, and the salvation of his fellow-men, consti

tute, indeed, the great absorbing theme of his meditations, his conversatión, his correspondence, and his prayers. He evidently lives for this; it fills the whole orb of his vision; draws out his incessant longings, and engages all his energies. The fire burns with equal ardour in the closet as in the pulpit, in solitude as in the great congre gation. It is pleasing to find that meekness, humility, and charity, are as obvious as the aspirations of a self-consuming zeal.

Besides copious extracts from his diary, we have many expositions of Scripture, with apt illustrations of doctrine and religious experience, drawn from a mind well read and richly furnished with knowledge. We cordially recommend this volume as interesting, edifying, and stimulating, and most cordially do we wish that the author's labours may continue to be crowned with the Divine blessing.

The Book of Psalms, according to the authorized version; arranged in parallelisms_with_brief explanatory notes. London: The Religious Tract Society.

THIS is a beautiful edition of the Psalms, and useful as well as beauti

ful. Though the notes are brief, they are evidently the fruits of competent learning and judgment, and are instructive to the general reader. The arrangement of the text in poetic parallelisms has also its value; for though the metrical character of the original is not lost by translation, it is rendered much more obvious when the members of each stanza are placed before the eye of the reader in their appropriate parallels. While the poetical rhythm is thus made conspicuous, the comparisons, the contrasts, and antithesis of the sacred harmonist are placed in bolder relief, and additional help is afforded to catch the meaning and spirit of these venerable effusions of piety and devotion.

Gnomon of the New Testament. By J. A. Bengel. Edinburgh: Clarke. The Church and the Age. By the Rev. James Stacey. London: J. B. Cooke, 21, Warwick-lane. THE above two very able works shall receive attention in our next number. At present we have only space to say that their high excellence ought to secure for them a place in every library.

THE mellow lights that flushed the sky
At sunset are withdrawn,
This night will many a sleepless eye
Keep weary watch till dawn.

What tho' ten thousand worlds may there
In radiant circles run,

Night's brightest star may not compare
With Day's departed sun.

And time is but a night, soon gone,
A vigil kept by faith;

Our life a tent we pitch till dawn,
Within the shade of death.

Earth darkens heaven to earthly eyes;
Its glories seem so far,

That Faith must wait till morning rise,
To see them as they are.

Our way with mystery is beset,
And God so dark appears,
That oft we struggle in a net
Of unbelieving fears.

Yet, Lord, we see Thee in the cloud
Whose folds we lift in vain,

And Thou wilt yet remove the shroud,
And make Thy dealings plain.

With trustful hearts we may look up, And, through the hours of night, Cast forth the anchor of our hope, And wish for morning light.