delight to those who long for your souls ; and if dear little John could know, that his death had led anv of you to seek God, he would think he had not died in vain. God expects much more from you, than from children who have no pains taken with them. Many a poor child has no friend to care for his soul, has no one to warn him of his danger, or to tell him of the love of Jesus, in coming to save sinners. Now then, I would kindly beg you to improve the time you have. We have lost oné dear schofar, and I miss him sadly : for while it is trying to teach those who pay no regard, it is very pleasant to teach any who shew a wish to learn: and he used to delight me by his attention and answers : and I hope he is now rejoicing, and will for ever rejoice, that he heard of a Saviour, and was told of his danger as a sinner.-Let me beg of you to follow his example.

LIFE AND DEATH OE JANE BROWN,

Jane Brown was once a scholar, and lately a teacher, in St. Ann's Sundayschool in Lancaster. I have known her many years, and have often watched her eonduct. She was mild, affectionate, and teachable: constant in her attendance at the school; and when there, she was

diligent and attentive. Towards her teachers she was modest and respectful : and I always thought her a'hopeful girl. I have often proposed questions to her, to which she has given me answers, which might have put persons much older than herself to the blush. From her mother, I have often heard pleasing accounts of her. The good things she had been taught at school, were carried home; and sometimes she has tried to comfort her friends when in trouble, by leading them to consider, that “God always sends afflictions for our profit," and that, he will provide for them that trust in him. About three years ago, her mother mentioned a circumstance to me, which gave me much pleasure. New bonnets had been given at the school, to the children. A person, who doubtless wished to shew a mark of her approval of Jane, trimmed her bonnet, and made it appear more shewy than the rest. She took it home, and said to her mother, “ mother, I can't wear this bonnet ; í can't for shame put it on; I could not look my teacher in the face with a bonnet so decked :" and, bursting into tears,' she said, “what am I, a poor vile sinner, that I should be better dressed than the rest !" The ribbon was taken off. About six months ago, her mother died. Jane was resigned to the will of heaven:

to her weeping relations she said, "don't fret so much; it is wrong; it has pleased God to take her, and he knows best, we ought not to murmur.” Six weeks before her death, Jane attended divine worship on the morning of the Lord's day. She was taken very ill in the chapel. One day when I called to see her, she told me how much she had been impressed with the last sermon she had heard. “It seemed, (said she,) like a warning voice to me. Mr. H. concluded his sermon in a very solemn manner, and it is always in my mind : Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, consider your ways.' Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, prepare to meet thy God.”

I once asked her, if she had ever expected to recover? She answered, “no.”

Do you ever desire to get better?” “I do not wish it," she replied. At another time, when I called to see her, I found her very ill, but quite resigned. She held out her feeble hand, and smiling said, “ The Lord is very merciful, and very good in sending many of my christian friends to see me." She mentioned several whom she bad seen... “It was a blessed day for me, that I was ever sent to a Sunday-school! 0! it is a great blessing that my memory is so good. I can't bear to read now; but the verses and the texts I learnt and repeated at

school, seem as if I had only just read them. They are so fresh to me, they seem as if they were placed before me; and I can thiuk on them, and they are quite a comfort to me.”

I asked her if she had any fear of death? She answered, “at first I used to be sadly afraid ; but not now. Sometimes all looks dark and dull; and then again it is bright and pleasant, and I am happy. Mr. H. tells me I shall miss a great deal by being removed so soon: a deal of trouble from the world, and from my own heart, and from the enemy of souls. He told me all about Mrs. W. and how she was supported, and how happy she was; and it is encouragement for me." To her relatives she one day said, “I was talking before my siekness about having a new frock this summer, if spared; but I shall have a better robe to wear, than the one I thought of having I shall have a robe, washed, and made white in the blood of the Lamb." One of her friends said, “ Jane, I am afraid you have had too much pride, you have thought too much about dress.” “ Yes, I fear it has been one of my besetting sins." A short tiine before her death, she said, “when I was in health, I used to think there was a great division between earth and heaven : but now I find there is none; it seems to be within