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DURING THE YEAR
WILLIAM CARUS WILSON, M. A.
RECTOR OF WHITTINGTON,
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Advice to the Labouring Farmer..
Distress in Ireland
Extracts from Manton's Commentary on Jude
Few Words on the Lord's Supper (A)
Heb. ii. 3....
“Love your Enemies'
PAGE Meditations for March
201 Memoir of Old Crook
65 Missionary Legacy
186 Molly Gay.
33—49 Mother's Faith and Love.
43 Parents of Sunday-schools (To)
41 Persecutions at Dingle
14 Poor Cottager's Death
161 Poor may do good
12 Praying Mother
145 Prospects of a Convert
59 Rainy Sundays
71 Remarkable Conversion of a Sailor
76 Responsibility of Parents
84 Rona Lighthouse..
92 Sabbath Morning Meditation
69 Sinner's Condition.
11 Spade Husbandry
200 Support in Death
168 Suttee in the Upper Provinces.
108 “Take with you words, and turn unto the Lord”. Temperance..
63—79—95-111—127—143—158—175 That Time will come
193 “ The Devil helped me'
43 Thomas Murray
129 Thoughts on Faith
163 True Account of a Dying Scene
2 True Happiness
81 Various Members of a Family may be useful
15 Warning to the Young
86 Watermen employed on the River Severn and the Worcester and Bir. mingham Canal
27 Widow's Mite..
31 Word to the Weary
73 Wreck of the “Great Liverpool
90 POETRY: Hymn
15 | Intended Visit to a Parishioner 93 Consolations 16 | Eternity
108 " It is I, be not afraid” 32 Praise
109 Christian Union
60 | Thoughts on the Sabbath Chimes 124 Where is Rest ?
61 The Wonderful Axe, (from the The Poor Man to the Discon
141 tented Rich..
77 | The End of the World Jacob
77 The Contrast .. Ezekiel vi. 16.. 92 | The Song of Simeon
Come with me to the garden of Eden. Look back to the hour which succeeded man's apostacy.
See the golden chain which bound man to God, and God to man, sundered, apparently forever, and this wretched world, groaning under the weight of human guilt, and its Maker's curse, sinking down, far down into a bottomless abyss of misery and despair. See that awful Being who is a consuming fire, encircling it on every side, and wrapping it, as it were, in an atmosphere of flame. Hear from his lips the tremendous sentence, “ Man has sinned, and man must die." See the king of terrors advancing with gigantic strides to execute the awful sentence, the grave expanding her jaws to receive whatever might fall before his wide wasting scythe, and hell beneath, yawning dreadful to engulf forever its guilty, helpless, despairing victims. Such was the situation of our ruined race after the apostacy. Endeavour, if you can, to realize its horrors. Endeavour to forget, for a moment, that you ever heard of Christ or his Gospel. View yourselves as immortal beings hastening to eternity, with the curse of God's broken law, like a flaming sword pursuing you; death, with his dart dipped in mortal poison, awaiting you; a dark cloud, fraught with the lightnings of divine vengeance rolling over your heads; your feet standing in slippery places, in darkness; and the bottomless pit beneath expecting your fall. Then, when not only all hope, but all possibility of escape seemed taken away, suppose the flaming sword suddenly quenched, the sting of death extracted, the sun of righteousness bursting forth and painting a rainbow on the before threatening cloud, a golden ladder let down from the opening gates of heaven, while a choir of angels, swiftly descending, exclaim, “Behold we bring