sion, was indeed cause of devout thanksgiving to God. The aspersions which have been so illiberally thrown upon Mr. Tidman, in his official relation to the London Missionary Society, have called forth sympathies which he might never have so fully known. After the memorable evening of the 15th April, we say, emphatically and sincerely, our beloved brother ought "to thank God, and to take courage."

MILL-HILL GRAMMAR SCHOOL.

On Thursday, April 15th, an interesting and impressive service was held in the hall of this institution, in connection with the entrance of the new chaplain, the Rev. S. S. England, upon his important duties. A large number of the committee and their ladies dined in the hall with the pupils. At three o'clock the chair was taken by the treasurer, Thomas Piper, Esq.,; the Rev. Algernon Wells delivered an address to the whole household, the Rev. George Clayton implored the Divine blessing, and the Rev. Thomas Binney delivered a fraternal address to the new chaplain. After a brief response from Mr. England, the Rev. Joshua Russell concluded the service with prayer.

SOUTHPORT, LANCASHIRE.

In consequence of increasing years and infirmities, the Rev. George Greatbatch, who has laboured upwards of forty-four years in this neighbourhood, has felt it to be his duty to retire from the pastorate over the Congregational church in this rapidly increasing town; and the Rev. John Egarr Millson, of Pontefract, having been unanimously invited to succeed him, has accepted the invitation, and entered on his important labours on the first sabbath in this month. May these important changes have the sanction and blessing of the great Head of the church!

SURREY MISSION.

The jubilee services of this Society were held at Stockwell chapel, April 13. In the morning the Rev. James Bennett, D.D., preached a most appropriate and excellent sermon, in which the claims of Home were powerfully enforced. The annual meeting was held in the evening, J. G. Stapleton, Esq., in the chair. The Report presented an interesting account of the Society's origin, and a sketch of its operations during the last fifty years, with encouraging communications from its present missionaries. The following ministers and gentlemen took

part in the various services of the day:

Rev. Messrs. Rogers, Bubier, Hunt, Churchill, G. Clayton, Hill, Kent, Thomas, Richards, Soule, and C. Foster, Esq.

After the morning service, a number of friends dined together, Dr. Bennett presiding, to whom the meeting tendered their most cordial thanks for his useful and valuable discourse. The Rev. G. Clayton presented to the Rev. J. E. Richards a purse, containing sixty-six sovereigns, from numerous friends of the Society, as a testimonial of their personal esteem, and their appreciation of his most efficient and disinterested services, during a period of seventeen years, as one of its gratuitous secretaries. All the engagements of the day were distinguished by a hallowed spirit of devotion and Christian harmony. The recollection of the past and the enjoyment of the present gave pleasing hope of the prosperity of the future.

HOCKLIFFE.

On Thursday, the 8th inst., the Rev. J. Sleigh was ordained to the pastoral office over the Independent church, Hockliffe and Eggington united. The Rev. S. Jackson, now of Sheffield, but previously the young minister's pastor, at Walsall, preached a preparatory sermon at Eggington the preceding evening, and again at Hockliffe the following sabbath-evening. On Thursday, the Rev. J. Andrews, of Woburn, opened the morning service with reading the Scriptures and prayer. The Rev. A. Gordon, A.M., of Walsall, delivered an able and interesting discourse marked by fidelity in unison with charity, on the nature, leading characteristics, and advantages of a Scripturally constituted church. The ordinary interrogations to one of the deacons and the minister, and the ordination prayer, were presented by the venerable M. Castleden, of Woburn, who forty-six years ago founded the church. The Rev. J. Frost, of Cotton End, delivered an instructive, faithful, and affectionate charge from 2 Tim. iii. 10. In the evening, the Rev. R. Robinson, of Luton, opened the service, and the Rev. J. Jukes, of Bedford, preached an excellent sermon to the people from Heb. xiii. 17.

The attendance was good, and a lively interest displayed. Upwards of sixty friends partook of tea in the vestry, and a good assemblage of ministers and students dined and tea'd at Mr. Sleigh's residence. It is trusted the solemn engagements of the day will prove to have been under the sanction and blessing of Christ, by his bestowment of much grace upon both pastor and people.

"TIME ENOUGH YET." "There is time enough yet." So say thousands in words, and thousands more by their conduct, who little dream how short is time, and how rapid its flight, and how soon with them time will be no longer. "There is time enough yet," said that young lady, a while ago. The rose bloomed on her cheek. Her eye sparkled with animation. Her countenance beamed with the smiles of affection. Her prospects were bright and sunny. She was admired and loved, as she richly deserved to be, for she was as amiable in mind and manners as she was surpassingly beautiful in person. We saw the rich blood mantle on her cheek, and all the future appeared bright and attractive for coming years. But suddenly the scene changed. The skies were overcast and cloudy. The rose faded on her cheek. Her eyes were dimmed and sightless. The paleness of death took its seat where but a few days before sat the smiles, and beauty, and loveliness of youth. The shroud, the coffin, and the winding-sheet, told, in affecting tones, how untrue it may be that there is "time enough yet."

So it was in the case of that young man in the vigour of life. He thought and said, "There is time enough yet." But in one short hour his life and time with him ended together, to his unspeakable dismay and terror. And, dear reader, are you saying, "There is time enough yet?" It may be that you have none to lose and none to spare. How many illustrations of such a possibility occur every year! Some years since a clergyman in Maine ascended his pulpit on a certain New-year's sabbath, and, to all appearance, was likely to ascend it many years more. But, alas! he had entered it | for the last time. He arose, he took his text-it was this: "This year thou shalt die." He made a few remarks, turned pale, and sank down in his pulpit a lifeless corpse! His pulpit was his death chamber, and his gown his winding-sheet.

"Time enough yet.’ So you might have thought when, a few years ago, Judge Boling rose to speak in the Halls of Congress, that he would rise to make many more speeches. But no-he was making his last speech. "Mr. Speaker," said he, and while addressing the chair the angel of death touched him, and he fell down a dead man!

"Time enough yet!" Had you seen Colonel Bowie, some eighteen years ago, enter a church in Washington, you would little have thought he had entered the church for the last time; but so it was. While the man of God was preaching on the unsearchable riches of Christ, all present heard a groan. It was his last. Colonel Bowie fell upon the floor, and immediately ex.

pired! His friends gathered around him, and carried him out a dead man. "Time enough yet," do you still say? Call to mind, then, those who, within a few days or months past, have been suddenly engulfed in the ocean's waves! Had you been one of the ill-fated passengers on board the Atlantic steamer, would you have been in a state of mind to say, "There is time enough yet?" Count thy minutes, measure thy days, and do with thy might what thy hands find to do. Time is on the wing, and while thou sleepest she lingers not, and will not wait for thee.--New York Evangelist.

AN ILLUSTRATION OF FAITH; A Word TO AWAKENED SOuls.

(From the "Christian Treasury.") Passing one day along one of the streets of Edinburgh, a little child came running to meet me. He was desirous of getting into one of the houses adjacent, but the door was shut, and he was unable to reach the bell; so, after several ineffectual efforts, he had given up the attempt, and was waiting until some one should pass who would ring it for him. At his request, I performed this little act of kindness; and he then took his stand at the door, with a happy look of satisfaction, to wait until it should be opened.

As I passed from him, I thought, "Here is faith. This little incident throws more light upon the way by which the poor sinner is saved, than many volumes which, though written to elucidate the subject, serve often rather to perplex the anxious mind, than to lead it to the peace which is in Jesus.

This little child was no sooner convinced that he was unable to accomplish his wish, than he determined to seek help from some one else. He knew that it did not matter whether he rung the bell himself, or got some other person to do it: the door would be equally opened from within. He did not see any difficulty as to entering into the result of acts done by another. He was too simple to see any such difficulty.

Reader! have you been brought to think seriously about your soul? Have the things of eternity been taken up by you as so many great realities? and, feeling the load of guilt which you have incurred, as well as your utter inability to prepare yourself to meet God, are you ready to sink into the gloom of despair? Ah! my friend, it is well you are so aroused. Blessed be God for it! It is well to know the worst now, though that may wring the heart with many pangs. But do not despair. There is hope still. There is none in yourself, but there is hope for you elsewhere. One mighty to save, Jesus, the

Son of God, has, out of love for poor sinners, done that which was necessary for their being admitted into the favour of God. In him there is salvation even for the most wretched and undone. Do you ask, How shall I get this salvation? Do just as the little child did. He could not get the door opened himself-his efforts had all been vain; but when he got the bell pulled by another, he waited at the door until it should be opened. You anxiously desire to be delivered from the wrath which is to comeyou wish to have peace with God here, and to be admitted into heaven hereafter, and you have been striving to do that which you think is necessary to attain this, but you find your every effort vain. Instead of coming nearer the object of your desires, the more you strive, the farther it appears from you; and this is just what was to be expected. We never can get to heaven by any effort of our own. Try this other way. You have heard of the work of the Lord Jesus Christ; that it is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that he came into the world to save sinners-of his being made a curse for us-of his being made sin, that we might be made the righteousness of God in him. Well, then, do just as the child did; he no sooner saw that that was done which was necessary to get the door opened, than he took his stand at the door, assured that it would be opened. Believing that Jesus has done all that is necessary for making God your friend, for securing your peace and happiness here and heaven hereafter, draw near to God, that you may at once be put in possession of these blessings.

For your encouragement, we would assure you that you will not have to wait a moment, as the child had, to see whether God will be pleased with the work that Jesus has done-whether it be sufficient to secure his favour. He is pleased with it. He has opened the door of heaven already to you. He is even standing at that open door, and, with outstretched arms, is inviting you at once to receive a full and free forgiveness of all your sins-at once to enter into the enjoyment of his love and his smile-at once to be put among the number of those for whom heaven, with all its happiness, is prepared. O, then, tarry not a moment, but, rejoicing in the finished work of Immanuel, draw near to God, and, sinful and hell-deserving, though you are, you will be greeted with a Father's smile, and will hear him say, "This my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found." J. B. J.

WAVE UPON WAVE.

(From the Christian Treasury.) Ar the entrance of a pretty glen, in a bright

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sunny spot, stood a neat farm-house. A good and happy couple inhabited it. Possessing all of outward comfort that their station commanded, and surrounded by a healthy and prosperous family, they rejoiced thankfully to acknowledge that the lines had fallen to them in a pleasant place; and I never visited their dwelling without feeling how much more of real happiness seemed to be mingled in their cup than fell to the lot of many in far superior worldly circumstances. Nor can I look back now on the dark clouds which have passed over that dwelling, without still feeling how truly it is said of those who trust in God, that they have a peace which this world can neither give nor take away.

The farm was not of sufficient extent to afford employment for more than one constant labourer; and as their eldest son grew up, he evinced a strong desire to go abroad. Through the interest of a friend, a situation was secured, and the needful preparations were set about. All that was required had been provided; but one desire of the parents was unfulfilled-they sought, before his departure, to present their firstborn at the table of the Lord, that he might there take upon himself the solemn vows which, in baptism, they had made for him. The communion season was near, and they hoped that his departure might be so delayed as to permit of the accomplishment of this, their strong desire; and God, in graciousness to them, so ordered it. I saw him reverently worship with them that day, and rejoiced in their joy; on the next he had to bid them what proved to be a last farewell.

The parting was sad; but tidings of his health and success soon reached them, and as bright visions of the future rose before them, his anticipated prosperity became now as much an element of their happiness as his personal presence had formerly been; but their heavenly Father saw not fit that these pleasing anticipations should ever be realized. He had received one payment of salary, and transmitted a large portion of it to his parents, and just one week after this sickened and died. Alone, among strangers, with no mother's hand to tend him, he passed rapidly through the dark valley; and was only able to request as a last favour of him whom he had for a short period very faithfully served, that he would let his parents know that the God whom he worshipped had not forsaken him in his time of need, but had made all his bed in his sickness, and had supplied, by his gracious presence, all which of outward comfort he lacked. I heard that these sad tidings had reached this once happy home, and I went to express my sympathy with these bereaved parents. There was every thing, in the accounts they had received, conveyed, as they

were, by the hand of one unknown, to harrow up a mother's heart; but the beams of God's mercy, falling upon showers of her tears, caused to appear amid them the bow of peace; and the faith which enabled her to contemplate her son's now completed joy hid often from her sight the lonely and desolate scenes of his last sorrow; and she manifested that which, of all Christian attainments, seems, to those who know not God, most unaccountable" sorrowful, yet always rejoicing."

To human eye, it seemed that the purpose of God was so accomplished by this affliction, that the chastening hand might have been removed; but an all-wise and merciful Father had appointed otherwise. The eldest girl was next stricken. A timid, quiet child she had always been, with evidently many a serious thought, but too reserved to communicate with any one regarding them; and I was amazed, on entering her room, some days after she had been taken ill, to find her, with perfect firmness and self-possession, repeating some verses of a hymn, which she thought should convey comfort to her mother in the prospect of parting with her. The near approach of eternity seemed to have removed every earthly fear, and she replied, without reserve, to any question I asked her-telling me she believed herself dying, but had no fear of death, because the dark valley was enlight ened by the bright shining of the Sun of Righteousness, which had borne her sins and carried her sorrows, that she might pass safely through it.

While she thus spoke, the younger children crowded in amazement round her bed; and to them, in succession, she addressed words of warning or exhortation, beseeching them to be dutiful and affectionate, that they might soothe their sorrowing parents when she was gone; above all, entreating them to seek redemption through the blood of Christ, that they might all meet again in that Father's house to which she was hastening, and where one of their number already was rejoicing in the presence of his Lord.

A second wave of mingled grief and joy had thus rolled over these servants of the Lord, and they bowed before him, in humble acknowledgment that they deserved and required such afflictions; but still his hand was not to be stayed, and still they were prepared to say, "It is the Lord, let him do what seemeth him good."

A lingering disease was now sent to consume away the life of the father; and for two years of almost constant suffering, he struggled on, until, the strength of life being completely wasted, he too, was permitted to enter into that rest prepared for the people of God.

Since then, it has often been my privilege to visit and converse with the widow, and I never did so without feeling how blessed a reality there is in that promise of our Lord, "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you not as the world giveth;" for she, bereft of all the world accounts good, and encompassed with toils and anxieties too heavy for human strength to bear, yet enduring, as seeing Him who is invisible, and realizing the strength, and support, and consolation, that is found in looking to the Father of the fatherless, and the Help of the widow, is kept in quietness and peace, trusting that he will provide what is needful for her now, and knowing that he has gone into the presence of her God to provide a place for her there, when his purposes of mercy shall have been accomplished concerning her here.

WELSH MEMOIRS.

To the Editor of the Evangelical Magazine. MR. EDITOR,-Having lately seen in your excellent Magazine a few lines from my friend Mr. Bulmer, respecting my intention of publishing a new edition of Mr. H. Harris's Life, I take the liberty of dropping a few lines to you on the subject. It is true, as Mr. Bulmer says, that I have been of late years engaged in writing the lives of some eminent ministers in Wales, of the same standing, spirit, and mind as Whitfield,such as Rowlands, of Llangeitho; Williams, of Pantycelyn; Jones, of Llangan,—intending to go on with that of H. Harris. But one of our most eminent ministers in the Principality having departed this life, (I mean J. Elias,) when I was nearly on the point of proceeding with Ilarris's memoir, which I had commenced, circumstances and friends called me to the work of composing a brief account of Elias: it engaged me a considerable time; and I have, since the memoir appeared, been occupied in collecting Elias's letters and papers, and preparing them for the press. This publication will soon come

out.

I am now at comparative leisure, and shall resume Harris's Life, &c. It is well known he sustained a most eminent position in the late revival of religion in this country, especially Wales; and that the Lord blessed him in a remarkable degree in awakening sinners, and bringing them to Christ.

I am your well-wisher and friend, EDWARD MORGAN. P.S. You will have the goodness to introduce these few lines as you like, and according to your taste, into your Magazine; they were written on the spur of the moment. Syston Vicarage, near Leicester, March 10, 1847.