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NONE-SUCH SAYINGS:

CHIEFLY BY WILLIAM SECKER, SOME TIME MINISTER OF
ALL-HALLOWS' CHURCH, LONDON WALL.

He enjoys much who is thankful for a little—a grateful mind is a great mind.

Man is not what he says, but what he does; for a man to say what he does, and not to do what he says, is to resemble trees which are full of leaves, but bear no fruit.

O reader, if the life of Christ be not your pattern, the death of Christ will never be your pardon.

He that deems Christ's yoke heavy, will never find his own easy. Holiness and happiness are so closely joined together, that God will never suffer them to be put asunder.

Divine knowledge is not as the light of the moon to sleep by, but as the light of the sun to work by.

True believers are more studious how to adorn the cross than to avoid the cross.

When the wind of faith ceases to fill the sails, the ship of obedience ceases to plough the seas.

It is impossible to be conformed to the world in the outward man, and transformed to God in the inward man.

Use means as if there were no God to help, and look up to God as if all means were vain. Not to use means is to tempt God-to trust in means is to provoke him.

All happiness is from God, all misery from ourselves.

Look upward, and press forward.

Grace comprehends all we want in time and eternity.
Use

grace and have grace. (See Matt. xxv. 14—25.)

Christ is the mediator of our praises, as well as of our prayers. O blessed conquest! to lose all things, and to gain Christ!

It is not to duty we must look, but to God in duty.

Christian reader, when you come into the world, you do but live to die again; when you leave the world, you do but die to live again.

There is more real evil in a particle of corruption than in an ocean of tribulation.

Shall not we for his sake bear the wrath of man, who for our sake bore the wrath of God?

Whatever I thankfully receive of God, as a token of God's love to me, I would part with contentedly, as a token of my love to him. "Give and it shall be given you," is a measure little believed and less practised.

The husbandman does not become wealthy by saving but by sowing his seed.

We live by dying to ourselves, and we die by living to ourselves. It requires the same power to melt the heart as to make it.

Every affliction is God's messenger.

He that washed away the blood of guilt from our hearts, will soon wipe away all tears from our eyes.

It is dangerous to smite those with our tongues whom God has smitten with his hand. His right it is to correct, not ours. (Zec.

i. 15.)

Fellow-members should ever have fellow-feelings.

That is a choice friend who conceals our faults from the view of others, and yet discovers them to our own.

BISHOP CHASE.

The Editor has now closed his collection for Bishop Chase. It is most gratifying to think that instead of £100, named in the good Bishop's letter below, the sum amounts to £250 4s. 6d. It is indeed a pleasing instance of ready Christian liberality. Sums of £50, £20, £10, &c., &c., have been sent in anonymously, or from persons the Editor never heard of, and why? Because God put it into the hearts of these scattered and unknown friends to come forward in behalf of his devoted and self-denying servant. May we follow the money with our prayers; and may those who have so readily given, be abundantly repaid by the God of heaven in the higher riches of grace, mercy, and peace.

Robin's Nest, Illinois, North America, Oct. 31, 1840.

REV. AND VERY DEAR SIR,-

I bless God for your kind, very kind note of the 8th of July. That you have noticed me in the Friendly Visitor, and that this has been the means of gaining £100 for Jubilee, a work of such great importance to the Protestant Church in the far west of this our rapidly settling country, I place among the greatest mercies shewn me.

It will give you pleasure to hear of my safe arrival once more at my beloved home, after an absence of nearly a year. My dear family I found all in good health, and my Robin's Nest much improved through the exertions of my incomparable wife, and the assistance of some of my English friends.

The Chapel of Jubilee College, with the School House, built all of stone, 70 feet by 30, will be consecrated to the worship and service of Almighty God next Sunday (to-morrow) week. The Roman Chapel in sight, and built with bounty chiefly from Belgium (I believe,) is not yet quite roofed. That this Roman edifice

is thus erected out so far from the chief settlements-even here on the prairies-is regarded as a singular event. Had not a Protestant College been here established, it is believed nothing of the kind would have been attempted. The effort to oppose us, I trust, will redound to our edification in the Lord. Their abominable idolatry in the sacrifice of the Mass, I trust, will be duly exposed, and serve to bring many to that One oblation once made on the Cross for perishing sinners.

Of one thing I am more and more convinced, that nothing can withstand popery but that which once withstood it in the time of the Reformation-The Church of England-her Bible-her apostolic ministry—her articles-her martyrs her Jewels-her Latimers, Ridleys, and Cranmers. With these before us for our guide, and God for our Almighty protection, we have little to fear from the corrupted Church of Rome. But the means which these afford must be used. Our Bible must be read and truly preached; our ministry must be duly educated and devoted to God; and the examples of our martyrs must be followed.

Rev. and dear Sir, I am ever most faithfully, your servant and friend in the Lord,

PHR CHASE.

LINES ON JOHN xxi. 1.

BY JOANNA BAILLIE.

Toil-worn upon their wavy sea,
With empty nets and wasted store,
The fishermen of Galilee

Are steering, cheerless, to the shore;
But lo! upon the shelving strand

A form like one of Abraham's race, Beckons with friendly, outstretched hand,

Yet moves with more than mortal grace.

And words came wafted on the wind

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Friends, have ye meat?" They answered, "None." "Cast to the right, and ye shall find!”

And to the right their nets were thrown;

When all the treasures of the deep

Into their meshy cells were poured.

Who may it be? within them leap

Their yearning hearts" it is the Lord."

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So he, traversing life's broad main,
Who long hath toiled and nothing won,
Will feel how profitless and vain

A worldling's task, when it is done!
His hands hang listless by his side;
With languid eye, and gathered brow,
He wanders, hope no more his guide,
For what hath she to offer now?

But hark! a voice! he turns his head;
A treasure rich before him lies;
And rays of light from heaven are shed,
To gleam the fair, unfolded prize.
Who doth this better gift impart,

Than earth or ocean can afford?
O feel, and rouse thee, grateful heart!
And gladly own it is the Lord.

"FEAR NOT."

Dost thou fear Death? Nay, banish fears,
'Tis now no more the path untrod;
A light shines forth, by which appears
The footstep of the Son of God.
And when the print I clearly see,
Shall I refuse to follow Thee?

And does the Grave excite thy dread?
Ah! chase the gloomy thought away;
Approach and view the hallowed bed,
Where once the Lord of glory lay.
'Tis now indeed no longer drear,
O Lord, I follow even here!

Fear'st thou the Judgment? Then attend.
The Judge who sits upon the Throne
Is that Redeemer, Saviour, Friend!
Unseen-but not, oh! not unknown!

And can I now distrustful be
When it is Thou who judgest me!

Still dost thou fear Eternal Day?

Fear not, but raise thine eyes and see
-No stranger home-no cheerless way-
A Father's house prepared for thee!
And now with anxious hope I wait
Thy summons to this blessed state.

ARTHUR FOSTER, PRINTER, KIRKBY LONSDALE.

N. B.

FRIENDLY VISITOR.

No. 273.]

JUNE, 1841.

[VOL. 23.

LAST HOURS OF THE COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON.

When the blood-vessel broke, which was the commencement of her illness, in November, she said to Lady Ann Erskine, on being asked how she did, "I am well; all is well...well for ever. I see, wherever I turn my eyes, whether I live or die, nothing but victory."

Towards the close, she, with great force, repeated often, "The coming of the Lord draweth nigh, oh! Lady Ann, the coming of the Lord draweth nigh!" Adding, "The thought fills my soul with joy unspeakable, whether I shall see his glory more abundantly appear, or whether it be an intimation of my own departure to him."

At another time, "All the little ruffles and difficulties which surround me, and all the pains I am exercised with in this poor body, through mercy, affect not the settled peace and joy of my soul."

A day or two before her last illness, just as she had come from her room to her elbow-chair, she broke out in these words: "The Lord hath been present with my spirit this morning in a remarkable manner: what he means to convey to my mind I know not; it may be my approaching departure; my soul is filled with glory; I am as in the element of heaven itself."

During the whole of her illness, her pains never made her impatient, but she seemed more concerned about those who attended her than about herself. She said, tenderly, to Lady Ann Erskine and Miss Scott, whose long, faithful, and tender attachment to her is well known, "I fear I shall be the death of you both, (alluding to their constant watching with her;) it will be but a few days more.'

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