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exclaimed, “Oh! Miss Johnstone my hour is come, and I am not ready; pray for me, do pray with your whole heart.” In this way she continued for a while, when after prayer was offered, she requested Miss Johnstone, to read to her the chapter about those whose robes are washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb. That, and many other appropriate passages of the Scriptures were read; and she then appeared to derive much comfort from the precious promises of Christ, and from several Psalms and Hymns which were repeated to her. During the night her sufferings were intense, but she murmured not. On Monday morning, at about 8 o'clock, she sent again for Miss Johnstone, and requested her to pray for her. She also asked her father to pray for her, when perceiving him kneeling at her bedside with the Prayer-book in his hand opened, she said—“Oh papa, pray from your heart for me, - don't pray out of a Book.” Overwhelmed by this touching appeal, he laid aside the book, and from his heart offered, for the first time in his life, as he told us, an extempore and affecting prayer to God. She then fixed her eyes on Miss Johnstone, and said, “ Miss Johnstone, must I give an account of all my sins ? ” When told “yes, the Lord will call you to account, but those who believe shall be received into glory :" she asked, “Will I be forgiven for all the sins which I have committed against my parents and others ?” It was indeed a time of deep emotion among us, as well as of gratitude, we hope, to the Lord, for granting to his young servant a full sense of her responsibility. After she had obtained assurance of her acceptance by God, she most affectionately prayed for her parents, and brothers and sisters ; beseeching God that they might be made more holy, and that he would teach them to love and serve him. Soon after this, she made a distribution of her books and clothes to her

brothers and sisters, and to one or two young friends. A few minutes after, she called her father, and said,—“Papa, I want to speak to you: you know when Charlie was a baby he was burnt. I did it Papa, but I was little then : will you forgive me, and will God forgive me.” Her father


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assured her of his forgiveness, and told her that God was ever ready to forgive all who were very sorry for sin. She then appeared to be at rest in her inind for a time, but was constantly requesting her father and others to pray for her, saying “Papa, do pray for me, pray with your whole heart, Papa, not with the book, with your heart.” From the beginning she would fix her eyes earnestly on whoever entered the room, constantly saying, “ I want you to pray with your

whole heart.” Her father offered prayer, and after that she said, repeat “The hour of my departure is come, &c.” She was expecting death calmly throughout this day. In the evening Mr. Johnstone arrived in company with the doctor, when medicine was administered which greatly irritated her frame. On the morning of the 17th she appeared much better, and at about 11 o'clock in the forenoon, she expressed to her father, her fears that she was not going to die, for, said she-“My sickness is very long, and I am quite happy and willing to depart”He told her that if it were the will of God, she might live and get better, but that she must be resigned to His will. She then became quiet until about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when being much agitated, she called upon Mr. Johnstone, saying, “Schoolmaster, pray for me, for I am going" during the prayer she seemed earnestly to take part. About an hour after Mr. Hyams arrived, she spoke with him fully and intelligently about her soul. He spent some time with her in conversation and prayer, after which she became composed and quiet, but when she was asked whether she felt bappy, she replied with earnestness“ Yes, quite happy.” On the following Wednesday she said to Miss Johnstone, “Do you think I am going to heaven ?” I said, yes; she said, “How do you know that?" I said, can you not say in the words of the hymn

“And now my witness is on high,

And now my record's in the sky"She said “yes,” and then sunk into a slumber. From this time her confidence in the atonement continued unshaken, repeating at intervals various passages of Scripture, and lines of hymns until Monday evening, the 23rd December 1850, when without a struggle her happy spirit took its flight, after nine days of acute suffering, during which she was reduced to a mere skeleton. Thus died Eliza Kenny Gore, in the 13th year of her age. She is now in glory with her dear Redeemer, joining the happy spirits of those thousands of little ones whom Christ loved while they were upon the earth, and who believed in Christ as their Saviour, and are now around his throne singing his praises. May you, my dear children, seek the Lord in the days of your youth. May Christ be acknowledged by you ;may you love His word which is able to make you wise unto salvation ; love his house where his great name is recorded ; love the Sabbath-school, and the Missionary cause, and after your days on earth are finished, may your dying experience be like that of little Eliza Gore, and safely at last may you be conveyed to heaven, to live and ! reign with your blessed Redeemer, is the

Your sincere friend,


prayer of

HAIR-BREADTH ESCAPE. SOMETIME since, in a country village, there lived a man noted for his drunken and irreligious habits. His conduct! was most reckless ; he had no fear of God before his

eyes, nor any regard to the opinion of men. As a father he felt no concern about the interests of his family : in his house no voice of praise or prayer was heard. How could he feel for the souls of his children, when he neglected his own ? or pray for others, while he forgot to pray for himself? Religion was no part of his business : he neither thought nor cared about it. God was not in all his thoughts. He was totally negligent. Yet he was not a persecutor : though he did not choose a religious life, he would not forbid his children to do so. His irreligion was rather utter inattention, than active enmity.

There was a Sabbath-school in the village, and to it one of his children went. The child was attached to the school, and made considerable proficiency; but her father was not thereby won to the service of Jesus. Many at

tempts were made to induce him to attend the public worship of God on the Sabbath - but in vain ; neither argument nor entreaties could prevail upon him. At length, however, the school festival drew nigh, at which it was customary for some of the children to recite pieces, and for some of the friends of the school to deliver suitable addresses ; and the drunkard's child was chosen to take part in the recitations.

The day arrived, the long-wished-for day,--and many little hearts beat joyously. It was a beautiful day: as if the universal Parent purposely smiled auspiciously on the occasion. The highest expectations were entertained : there was not one of the little company but loooked for a splendid treat, but there was one that meant to have a double share of the common bliss. That was the little daughter of the drunken man. Hers was a noble scheme : it was this. Of course she would be at the festival, and so would have as much pleasure as any one else as her own share ; but she meant, if possible, to take her father with her, and by pleasing him increase her own enjoyments.

The task was difficult, and almost hopeless ; but she was not to be daunted at the onset; whatever might be her success, she resolved to make the attempt. Approaching her father with a pleasing smile, and addressing him with beautiful tenderness and simplicity; she said, “Father, you know to-day is our festival, and I want you to go with me.'. "Not I, indeed !” replied he. “But," she rejoined, "you must really go, or I shall be greatly disappointed. I have to say a very pretty piece, which you would like to hear ; and some gentlemen will be there to make speeches, which would be sure to please you. Now, my dear father, don't say no; but make up your mind to go with me.” In vain did he

oppose and object. The child would listen to no excuse, and take no denial ; so he consented, and went. With the performances of the children he was quite delighted : but his attention was principally arrested by an anecdote which one of the speakers related. The fact had no apparent connexion with the business of the evening, but it was not out of place, as we shall find. To the following effect


proceeded the speaker :-“How marvellous are the works of God! How intimate the connexion between providence and grace! how wonderful are the divine contrivances for the salvation of men! Well may we say, 'How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out !' A fact will illustrate the sentiment. A gentleman, in passing along an uneven road, fell at the moment a vehicle was passing; and as he had fallen in the road, an accident or death seemed inevitable. The wheel actually passed over and crushed his hat, which had not come off in the fall; but he received not the slightest personal injury. Amazed and overcome by the thought of his narrow escape from death, for which he was unprepared, and regarding this as a special interposition of divine Providence to save him from eternal ruin-he there and then resolved to devote the remainder of his life to his merciful Preserver. He opened his mouth unto the Lord, nor did he go back : he remembered, and performed his vow. The broken hat he carried home with him ; and in it he wrote, Preserved in Christ Jesus and called.' Nor would he ever allow it to be removed from his house: he kept it as a memento of God's goodness to him-a record of the means by which he was converted ! and delighted to point to his own case as an illustration of the inscription it bore.”

To this narrative the drunkard listened with indescribable emotions ; for He, too, had fallen in the road : over his hat also a wheel had passed, crushed it and spared him ; only thus far did the parallel hold. He felt his guilt and was wretched : in his inmost soul he said, “ God be merciful to me a sinner.” The Spirit of God had wounded him so deeply, that only the balm of Gilead could heal the wound which had been made. He left the meeting, having become for the first time in his life an earnest seeker of mercy. His feelings cannot be described. The discoveries which had been made to him by the Spirit were appalling, but the day of his deliverance drew near.

He at once gave up his wicked companions, broke off his own vicious practices, and set himself in earnest to seek the salvation of his soul. His heart was broken, his spirit was contrite,

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