be enabled to say, without a moment's doubt, "It is finished! my life finished! my work finished! my offending and sorrowing finished! All is finished, except those holy joys, which will enter with me into heaven, there to be perfected, there to increase and abide for ever!"

Believe me, ever

Most affectionately yours,

M. J. J.

LONDON:

IBOTSON AND PALMER, PRINTERS, SAVOY STREET, STRAND.

Shortly will be Published,

BY THE SAME AUTHOR,

LYRICS,

SACRED AND MISCELLANEOUS.

I would love all that earth containeth fair,

I would remember that its fairest fades;

I would extol, what may extolling bear,

Sing of life's sunshine, sing too of its shades: I would not to this world be blind, deaf, dumb, Yet sing, extol, love most, the world to come.