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clothes. But, more than all else, let your chamber be well ventilated. Knock in a hole somewhere, to give your escaping breath exit, and another to give fresh air to your lungs, in place of what they have respired. So shall you have pleasant dreams at night, and in the morning cheerfulness, sweet breath, and a good appetite. These blessings combined will secure to healthful parents a household of bright, rosycheeked memorials of rich and fruitful affection.

can have entire and unlimited confidence-one who can be your counsellor in all circumstances of difficulty or trial-one who is to be identified with you through life, in hope and fear, in joy and sorrow. She is to be a sort of presiding divinity at thy family board, and her countenance the mirror in which must be reflected the faithful image of thy domestic bliss or woe; one who will be discreet, affectionate, and firm in governing her children; in short, who will love you for your own sake, be happy with you in a cabin, and when the storm of adversity or persecution shall have swept away or withered every vestige of earthly comfort about you. Now, bear these things in mind, and then to your prayers and the exercise of a becoming prudence, and you will not be likely to fail. - Bishop Andrew.

A PIOUS WIFE. "I WOULD not,” said one who was not himself pious, “ marry any one who was not a Christian. I would feel it such an honour to share a heart in which God dwelt." It was a fine thought, and deserves to be specially remembered.

You want a friend in whom you

Christian Biography.

MRS. MILLS, WALSALL. ELIZABETH MILLS was born at all the members of the household Wednesbury. Her mother was a to worship God; sometimes, as pious woman, a class-leader in the

when Mr. Wesley visited WednesWesleyan church. Mrs. Mills fre- bury, at the hour of five o'clock, i quently referred to the example of one of the elder children on dark

her parent, as exerting a salutary mornings leading the way, lantern influence upon her mind. Although in hand. She loved to mention one she died when the subject of this lesson, namely, the faithfulness of sketch was a child, yet did she not God, which her mother, then deforget the steady piety of her excel- clining in health, and feeling that lent mother, especially her scrupu- she must soon leave her children lous observance of the Lord's day. orphans, endeavoured to impress Frequently did she mention the upon the mind of a younger brother early services on the Sabbath morn- and herself, as, on one occasion, she ing, when her widowed parent took called them to the door, to see a

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beautiful rainbow. “Yes,” said she, “my mother's faith was not misplaced; for God did take care of us after he had removed our earthly parent.”

It was in a Wesleyan chapel that Mrs. Mills received her first saving impressions; and where she was enabled to believe on the Son of God. The Gospel invitation was by the minister compared to a golden chain, suspended from heaven to earth; and sinners were urged to avail themselves of the opportunity granted to seize it. She said, " I believe that I was enabled by Divine grace to lay hold of the chain at that time.” This she often mentioned, to encourage others to a similar course, or to perseverance in the good ways of the Lord. Referring to it, to a friend, during one of the last years of her life, she remarked, “ Blessed be God, I have never, from that moment to this, let go my hold !”

On her first marriage she removed to Birmingham, where she attended the ministry of the Rev. J. Brewer, of Livery-street Chapel. Here she was called to pass through deep waters, one of the most painful of which was the somewhat sudden death of her husband, to whom she had been only for a short time united.

At her second marriage she came to Walsall, and joined the church under the pastoral care of the Rev. T. Grove. His ministry was of great importance in building her on her most holy faith, and often did she refer to it as having been a great blessing to her.

There was little incident in the

life of Mrs. Mills. She was unobtrusive. Home was her centre of attraction. Here she was known and appreciated. Actively engaged in business for many years, she was, at the same time, “ fervent in spirit, serving the Lord.” She never forgot that she was a Chris. tian, never conformed to the more than questionable habits and fashions of the world. She had no taste for these follies.

Whilst at the head of her household, she was scrupulously exact in the discharge of the duties of family religion. Her natural timidity struggled against the publicity of family worship, but duty overcame. Never will some of the family circle forget her intercessions throne of grace. She had a great gift in prayer.

The faith of Mrs. Mills was simple. She took God at his word, in an unquestioning manner. “Thus saith the Scriptures," was her motto in these matters. This childlike confidence was the means of sustentation to her soul during her long pilgrimage. The Atonement was the rock upon which she built. Here she rested immoveably. The old truths were the stay of her soul. “The work of Christ,” said she, “is all my salvation and all my desire. I have no other hope. 'If I am found in Jesu's hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.' This confession of her faith she often made to the Christian friends who came to see her. Of it she was not ashamed. Not unfrequently did she mention it to those who did not make a profession of attachment to the Saviour, and that


in terms indicating surprise at their position.

Her love to the house of God was strong. Through a long life her place was seldom vacant except when indisposition interfered. For the last year and a half of her life lameness prevented her from uniting with the people of God in the great congregation. Sorely did she lament her inability to be there. As she sat confined at home, she looked forward to the time when she should enter the Canaan above, where, as she said, “Congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths have no end.Mrs. Mills loved the simple truth. Often have her eyes sparkled as she listened to it. She fed upon it. As a new-born babe, she desired the sincere milk of the word. It was always a welcome and a joyful sound. She was refreshed thereby.

Mrs. Mills was a humble-minded Christian. She had no false fancies of herself. Whilst not ashamed of her piety, she made no parade of it. Often the subject of praise, she seemed surprised at the mention of her doings. She preferred the shade ; so did not obtrude herself on the notice of any one. But those who did know her highly esteemed her for the sincerity, generosity, and disinterestedness, with other excellent qualities, so visible in her character.

She was pre-eminently a peacemaker, always putting the most favourable construction upon any matter. For this Christian characteristic she was known amongst her friends; and not unfrequently was her advice solicited when mis

understandings had occurred. One who long lived with her declared, “I never knew her speak evil of any person.”

Mrs. Mills lived, in a great measure, for the good of others. She distributed of her property. “The blessing of the poor” and of “him that was ready to perish came upon her," and shè “caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.” The cause of God was not forgotten. As a parent she was exemplary. By word and deed she was a pattern. To quote the words of a venerable neighbouring minister, who wrote of her since her decease, "she was such a guide as falls to the lot of few.Kind, affectionate, and ever anxious for the good of her offspring, she thought no sacrifice too great to make for their benefit.

The period drew near when she was to be removed to her eternal reward. It was unexpected. Her health seemed improving. A day before her seizure, an unusual restlessness was noticed, but was attributed to a bilious attack coming on. This supposed biliousness could not be subdued, and it proved to be ossification of the brain, a disease to which persons in advanced years are liable, and which her medical attendant at once pronounced incurable.

During the last three weeks of her life her screams and groans were almost constant. The slightest movement of position was painful. Intervals of relief, however, occurred. The mind, too, was at composed. These seasons were a great comfort to those around her. On such occasions she ex.

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pressed confidence in God, and faith in her Saviour. “It will be a glorious change to me,” she said; “I am not afraid to die; I've a good home to go to.” She repeated portions of psalms and hymns to those who sat by her bedside, Psa. xlvi. being a special favourite. During one of these seasons, a friend who sat watching by her bed (in order to soothe the irritation of her frame) sang some of the verses of that sweet hymn, “ Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again,

In heaven we part no more," &c. She greatly enjoyed this; and in her turn repeated several verses of the hymn,

Let me but hear my Saviour say," &c. These she more than once repeated, and that with unwonted energy, especially the verse commencing,

“I glory in infirmity." She shouted the words, “ When I am weak, then am I strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my

song." Ay, it was the triumph of faith, as she lifted the veil, and revealed to the dying saint a glimpse of what was in reserve, beyond this world and time. Her daughter-in-law remarked, “I shall never forget the triumphant tones in which these lines were repeated.” To another friend she repeated

verses of the hymn commencing, “ There is a land of pure delight;"

emancipated spirit would so soon be engaged:

“Welcome, sweet day of rest ;" and,

“Come, we that love the Lord.” She often said, " Absent from the body, present with the Lord;"

My hope is a good hope, through grace;

it is worth a thousand worlds ;' “ I have never lost my confidence in God from the moment when I first believed."

The last night of her life was one of intense suffering. Her labour for breath was distressing. She could not remain in one position many minutes together. “I am dying," was her repeated exclamation; but her mind was composed. Not a word or sign indicative of impatience escaped her. Her Lord and Master was with her in the last struggle, and his kind hand supported her through the dark river.

A short time before her dismissal, the pain appeared to cease, and she was tranquil. She then quietly and calmly breathed her spirit into the arms of Him whom for so many years she had consistently and uninterruptedly served, and exchanged a scene of suffering for one of repose and joy, in that place where " they go no more out, and where every tear is for ever wiped from the eye,” March 26, 1856. memory of the just is blessed."

“ And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them."

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DEATH AND ITS LESSONS. MR. EDITOR, -Should the following are mourning below, is now singing letter be of any use for the CHRIS

in sweetest strains the harmony of

heaven! Oh, what a change he TIAN'S PENNY, it is at your service.

felt! The communion of saints on It is from a young man in London earth was sweet, and while in the who was formerly a teacher in Ar- midst of them the silver thread was gyle School, to his sister in Bath,

broken, and the soul, while yet the

breath of prayer was on the lip, on the sudden death of Mr. Lemon, took its flight amid a convoy of the Superintendent, in Argyle Ves- angels; and there was rejoicing in try. Yours, &c.,

heaven amongst the angels over W. NICHOLLS.

that one soul brought to worship

the Lamb, and swell the praises of Bristol, Dec. 11, 1857.


May this solemn event not pass

away without the lesson intended London, Nov. 5, 1857. to be taught, and thoroughly imMY DEAR SISTER,—The contents pressed upon the mind. The scene of your letter did indeed very much is doubtless deeply impressed upon surprise me; but what must have the minds of those who witnessed been mine compared with yours! it; may the lessons be as deeply! To stand so close to one so much How very pleasing to think that respected and beloved, and to see God is working with you, and that him expire so suddenly, must in- he hath brought his truth home to deed have been a severe shock to the hearts of so many young men those who witnessed it, and a sight who are now determined to live to very long to be remembered. One Christ, and avow his name,

and moment pleading with and for his make a public profession. That brethren here below, beholding prayer-meeting of young men I atChrist by the eye of faith; the next tended is, I am certain, very much seeing him face to face, without a calculated to do good ; and I doubt Feil between! standing before his not these are some of its fruits, and presence almost before his fervent that dear man, Mr. V., shall have prayer had died away!

What a

some of the honour. May God prayer it must have been to those bless him in his work, and make who heard it! Every word should him eminently useful in winning be

engraven deeply upon the heart. souls to Christ! A prayer offered by one on the very Please send me a paper with all threshold of glory! A prayer offered particulars of the case in it, and by one who was allowed to finish the various meetings that are being that prayer, and then called up held this month. I am sure such higher! His work having been an event must have cast a gloom finished here, the Master called over the city, to have one so genehim home. His death certainly rally beloved removed so suddenly was but a step from the church from your midst ; and poor Mr. militant to the church triumphant. Dyer has lost a sincere friend. Oh, what a church-meeting he was Please to remember me very kindly that night called upon to attend,- to him when you have an opporeven the meeting of the church of tunity, also to Mr. and Mrs. V. and the first-born above! And doubt- family, and other friends. less that soul, ransomed by the I am very glad to hear of the blood of Christ, while his friends success so far of your Mental Im

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