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The pious Bishop Beveridge, when on his deathbed, was unable to recognize any of his relatives or friends. A clergyman with whom he had been intimately acquainted visited him, and when introduced into his room, said, "Bishop Beveridge, do you know me?" "Who are you?" said the aged prelate. Being told who the minister was, he shook his head, and said that he did not know him. addressed him in a similar manner, me, Bishop Beveridge?" "Who are you?" he again inquired. Being told that it was one of his old friends, he replied that he did not recollect him. His wife then came to his bedside, and asked him if he knew her, but the good bishop had lost all remembrance even of his wife. At last some one present said, "Well, Bishop Beveridge, do you know the Lord Jesus Christ ?" "Jesus Christ!" repeated he, as if the name had produced upon him the influence of a charm; "oh, yes, I have known him these forty years; precious Saviour! He is my only hope."

"How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!"

Saviour! if we forget all besides, may we remember thee! May we look to thee-rest on thee-abide in thee and wait for that happy period when we shall be for ever with thee!

And when we have reached heaven, we shall no longer have to complain of the imperfection of memory. For then we shall remember-remember without any effort, any mistake, any omission-the way in which the Lord our God has led us so many years in the wilderness. What a retrospect will that be! The light of eternity will shine on the records of the past, and each page of our life will be clear and legible. And we shall read them without pain or regret. In this world the recollection of bygone days is often fraught with much that is sorrowful. Scenes and events come back to our thoughts on which we dare not dwell, and which we would fain forget. But it will not be so above. Perfect and vivid as that mental glance which shall survey our journey through life from the cradle to the grave will unquestionably prove, it will be accompanied by so deep and augmented an acquaintance with the loving providence of our heavenly Father, and by such sweet and entire submission to his will, as will render it impossible for the remembrances to awaken the slightest emotion of grief in our hearts. Or rather, it will furnish us with such accumulated and varied proofs of God's tenderness and care as will fill our spirits with grateful adoration. Oh, as we recall with accurate minuteness the circumstances of

our earthly history, we shall see enough of God's marvellous wisdom and loving-kindness to excite our praise throughout all eternity.

Instead, then, of lamenting over our present infirmity, let us endeavour to realize that freedom from all imperfection and those superior mental faculties which we shall enjoy in a future state. We are now drawing near to the land of perpetual youth and vigour. The weakened intellect, the declining strength, the failing memory, these are tokens that it will not be very long before our weary spirits are

at rest.

A poor aged widow-poor in this world's wealth, but rich in faith-in reply to the kind inquiry of her minister after her health, replied with cheerfulness, "What cause I have to be thankful! How many at my age are confined to their beds, while I am able to be about and clean my own house! I hope I may have my faculties to the last."

"You find, I dare say," he remarked, "that this earthly house of your tabernacle is being dissolved: now one pin is taken down, now another; now this part melts away, now that." "Yes, sir, I do indeed find that my poor old body is very weak; often when I only walk across the room I am and my memory almost fails me.

extremely giddy;

Sometimes I get

up and go into the other room to fetch something which I want, and when I come there, I stand, and have quite forgotten for what I came."

"You remember, perhaps, what took place when you were a girl far more distinctly than what you heard or saw only last week?"

"Oh yes, sir,; it seems to me but a few days since I was a girl; my father lived at the mill, and I remember how I used to go into the fields, and have many a game there with my little playfellows."

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Well, my dear friend, memory generally seems to be the first faculty which is taken from the aged; and God thus reminds them to forget those things which are behind, and to reach forth to those things which are before. He prevents their looking back, in order that they may learn to look forward."

Let us all "look forward;" and as we muse on the glorious realities of heaven, can we murmur that we should forget the fading things of earth? Is it not well that the nearer we are to the joys of eternity, the less vivid and perceptible appear the vanities of time? A mist has gathered over the scenes of earth, but everlasting sunshine is about to break forth.

Prayer of an Aged Believer.


WITH years oppressed, with sorrows torn, Dejected, harassed, sick, forlorn,

To thee, O Lord, I pray;

To thee these withered hands I raise,
To thee I lift these failing eyes,

Oh cast me not away.

Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,
Thy love, with all a mother's care,
Sustained my childish days;

Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,
And formed my heart to love thy truth,
And filled my lips with praise.

O Saviour, has thy grace declined?
Can years affect th' eternal mind,
Or time its love decay?

A thousand ages pass thy sight,
And all their long and weary flight
Is gone like yesterday.

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