years here is every comfort if it were not for that and here he put in an oath which I will not repeat.

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an awful thing! The man who has never so much must die and leave it, and the man who has nothing to leave only has to die ; but whether he is rich or poor, the Christian man, the God-fearing man, the humble and empty, and stripped and naked, dependent on the Lord Jesus Christ and Him crucified, is the man who will be a gainer by dying.

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WORDS; for which purpose we intended to enlarge our pages without enlarging the price. But this we cannot do yet. At great sacrifices this little witness has gone forth for several years: certainly not without acceptance; still, its diminutive size and unhandsome appearance, has hindered its spreading very wide. We shall not beg, we do not like to ask any favors, but if our readers wish us to succeed, they must individually exert them selves to give us ten times the circulation we now enjoy.

With these few words we will give a short note of Whitefield's times we may say it is interesting, but comparatively poor when compared with the history of that great and good man's life, it is but a poor sample. Toward the close of Mr. Andrews' book, he gives the words of others, and says:

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"The following extracts from Wesley's sermon may not be unacceptable. Wesley had known him for forty years. He (Whitefield) had a heart susceptible of the most generous and most tender friendship. I have frequently thought that this, of all others, was the distinguishing part of his character. How few have we known of so kind a temper, of such large and flowing affections! Was it not principally by this that the hearts of others

were so strangely drawn and knit to him? Can anything but love beget love? This shone in his very countenance, and continually breathed in all his words, whether in public or private. How suitable to the friendliness of his spirit was the frankness and openness of his conversation! Although it was as far removed from rudeness on the one hand as from guile and disguise on the other, was not his frankness at once a proof of his courage and intrepidity? Armed with these, he feared not the faces of men, but used great plainness of speech to persons of every rank and condition, high and low, rich and poor. Neither was he afraid of labour or pain any more than of what man could do unto him; and this appeared in the steadiness wherewith he pursued whatever he undertook for his Master's sake; witness the orphan-house in Georgia, which he began and perfected in spite of all discouragements. If it be inquired what was the foundation of his integrity, or of his sincerity, courage, patience, and every other valuable and amiable quality, it is easy to give the answer. It was not the excellence of his natural temper, nor the strength of his understanding; it was not the force of education-no, nor the advice of his friends, It was no other than faith in a bleeding Lord-faith of the operation of God. It was a lively hope of an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away. It was the love of God shed abroad in his heart by the Holy Ghost which was given unto him, filling his soul with tender disinterested love to every child of man. From this source arose that torrent of eloquence which frequently bore down all before it; from this that astonishing force of persuasion which the most hardened sinners could not resist. This it was which often made his head as waters, and his eyes a fountain of tears. This it was which enabled him to pour out his soul in prayer in a manner peculiar to himself, with such fulness and ease united together, with such strength and variety both of sentiment and expression.

"What an honour hath God put upon his servant! Have we read or heard of any person, since the apostles, who testified the gospel of the grace of God through so widely extended a space, through so large a part of the habitable world? Have we read or

heard of any person who called so many thousands, so many myriads of sinners to repentance? Above all, have we read or heard of any who has been a blessed instrument in his hands of bringing so many sinners from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God?'”

ELIZABETH SAUNDERS,

AND THE NEW GALLERY AT KEDINGTON.

EAR BROTHER JOHN DILLISTONE,-I wish you and all your family and friends a happy new year; and I cannot help wishing that I may live to come once more to my pretty little Kedington, and that I may then see the new gallery erected,-the chapel enlarged; and all the Lord's people rejoicing in His goodness.

I must tell you, dear John, I am not only a "Village Preacher," but I am a City Preacher as well.

I will give you a few words descriptive of two different scenos I have lately passed through. The first was at the opening of Mount Zion Chapel, in the Barking-road, in the early part of this December month.

Our brother, "William Palmer, of Plaistow," as we call him, is a thorough good Israelite; one of the most transparent kind of men you can meet with. Everybody really loves the man for the grace of God which is in him; God having called him to preach the Gospel at Plaistow, and the chapel there being too small, he has erected a larger and much more convenient place of worship, which was opened the first Sunday in December. On the following Monday, I was appointed to preach in the morning; and a very sweet text was given me for the occasion. "This day shall be unto you for a memorial, and ye shall keep it a feast unto the Lord," were the words. After my Sunday's services were over, I began to think of this Memorial Day, and of the feast wherewith it was to be kept, and large and loving contem→ plations upon it I had. I arose early on the Monday morning, spent some time in prayer and meditation, and off to my morning's

work I started. When I entered the chapel there was scarcely a soul in the place: a few came in the service commenced, and I attempted to preach the sermon, and preach I did; but, oh! my poor heart was so grieved, and my spirit so mortified, that how I got through I cannot tell. I felt the chains most heavy indeed. Nevertheless, on the whole, our opening day was cheering and pleasant.

Since then I was much pressed to attend the first anniversary of a large building called "The City Gospel Hall," in the midst of a poor and profligate part of London. When I reached the large Hall, the place looked nearly full of people, and they were all singing heartily and in harmony. The Rev. Jesse Hobson was chairman. Judge Payne, and other gentlemen were on the platform; and very delightfully they all spoke upon the good which was being done in this City Gospel Hall; and I am sure I felt a love to the minister, Reuben May; he appeared to be a self-sacrificing man for the good of souls. I delivered a short address, and was preparing to come away, when a female-lame, deaf, and otherwise afflicted-wished to speak to me. She told me her name was Elizabeth Saunders; she also gave me to understand she felt a great interest in the cause at Kedington; and had been looking out to see how many donations had been received toward the erection of your new gallery for a Sunday school; but she could not learn that anything had been done toward it; and I could not tell her of any one who had commenced.

"Well," she said, "I am but a poor woman, so lame in my hand, and so deaf, that I cannot do anything; but I have brought five shillings to send to Mr. John Dillistone, hoping that then many others would follow, and that the gallery might soon be built."

I received the five shillings, and now, brother John, I do hope that this poor widow's mite will touch the hearts of many of the living saints in our Gospel Jerusalem, and constrain them to come to the help of our lovely Kedington; for until the gallery is erected and the school established, there will be no rest for THE VILLAGE PREACHER.

QUIRE HAMPDEN, in his "Armourer," says, this Christmas of 1864, is "the last merry Christmas Old England will ever have." That is not a very "CHEERING WORD."-is it? What Mr. Hampden believes is so rapidly coming upon England I shall not stop here to describe; it is quite enough for me to know that as far as flesh and sense was concerned, this CHRISTMAs has been anything but a merry one to me. Lwas unwell; and my soul appeared left in the dark; my children were ill; and my LORD seemed to be quite gone from me. It was the LORD'S day too; and I had to preach twice, but neither text, nor sermon, nor good thought could I get. Was this like a merry Christmas? I think not. All looked dark. Presently I was led to Isaiah's eighth chapter, and the words, "and I will LOOK FOR HIM! were given to me. To my work I went, and was wonderfully helped. In the afternoon I was down again. Not a whisper could I hear; but again, after earnest sighing prayer, that beautiful anthem which the angels sang to the shepherds, was so sweetly opened to me, that if I had had ten thousand tongues, all would have broken forth in praise, and with the angels I would sing" Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth, good-will toward men."

I looked at Bethlehem, and at the singular circumstance which took Joseph and Mary there at that time. Nature would seem to say, Joseph should have left Mary at home: but no, Jesus was to be born at Bethlehem, and therefore, unto Bethlehem Mary must go, and go at that very times and there this highly-favoured saint of God, this instrument through whom the Saviour came, had to wander about in the streets, for "there was no room for them in the inn." Inns were not so numerous then as now; perhaps there was but one, and that one was full. Full! of whom was it full? Ah! I do not know, but will not the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ interpose? Will He not open up some way whereby Mary may be safely and comfortably housed? Nay, her time draws near-her hour is come; where