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cayed, the inner man was renewed unto the moment when eternal day burst upon her ransomed spirit in perfect bliss in the autumn of 185-. THE DOCTOR.
A BRIEF MEMOIR OF JESSIE ANN
LATE OF MARKET STREET, MAY FAIR, WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE, APRIL 15, 1867, IN THE 18TH YEAR OF HER AGE.
JESSIE was adopted by a kind aunt at an early age, being deprived of her dear mother when very young. Her aunt (who is a hearer of Mr. Wigmore, of Ridinghouse Street, where Jessie also attended), gives the following pleasing account of her dear departed niece :
In 1866 I observed her health declining; my fear was that she was attacked by consumption, knowing that her mother and sister had died with that disease. Nor was I deceived, and the disease made rapid progress with poor dear Jessie. During this time, I felt most anxious to know the state of her mind. One day when we were alone, she said; 'Oh, dear aunt, I fear I shall never be any better; I have given up all thoughts of that." This gave me great pleasure, and enabled me to speak freely to her about her state as a sinner. Her own words
to me were, "I am a great sinner, and need a great and gracious Saviour." She said she had prayed to the Lord in her humble way. After talking to her for some little time, she expressed a desire to have some one to pray with her who would be honest in the matter of her state before God. On my naming two friends, she said, “I should like my uncle" (who is deacon of the above chapel). When he visited her, she was much comforted by his prayers and conversation. He often spoke to
her upon Dr. Hawker's "Daily Portions." Being often obliged to leave her a short time, returning on one occasion, I inquired the state of her mind; she said, "I have been at the foot of the cross viewing my blessed Jesus. O Aunt, I think the dear Lord will make it manifest that I am one of His dear children." Her bodily sufferings were very great, her nights being usually very bad; on one night in particular, when she feared having no rest,she distinctly heard a sweet voice* repeat three times, "Thy sins, which are many, are all forgiven thee." She told me in the morning, that portion of Scripture was for her; I told her that when her uncle came we would find it. She became much weaker, some days scarcely able to speak, though very happy in her mind, and ever after the fear of death was removed from her eyes. She was kept longing to be gone, and often prayed: "Blessed Jesus, take me home;" then again, "Dear Jesus, give me patience." She talked of death with pleasure, and promised me if she were quite happy when dying and could not speak, she would move her hand; and so particular was she on that point, that her hand was never allowed to be covered by the clothes. On one occasion, thinking she was dying, she said, "Tell Uncle I am dying happy; call my dear brother and tell him to seek the same Saviour that I am resting on." In the morning she seemed disappointed at not being gone, saying, I thought to have been in heaven before this."
*We have often remarked the little weight we can attach to sights and sounds, and must again repeat that we believe nothing of the kind would be sufficient to prove a person a child of God if without repentance towards God, and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ; and he that has true repentance and living faith is proved a child of God without them. Dear reader, if you are led to hate, confess, and forsake sin, and to fly to, and trust in the cross of Jesus, you shall be saved; but without repentance and faith, whatever you seem to see or hear, you will perish.-ED.
She was kept happy in mind; the enemy was not permitted to tempt her, which she felt a gracious privilege. Getting weaker and weaker, I did not leave her again till her death; she once told me that our love to each other was like to that of Jonathan and David, spiritually as well as temporally. Her struggles in death were very severe, and lasted about three hours; but she was quite sensible to the last moment, and waving both hands, died with the words on her lips, "PRECIOUS JESUS, TAKE ME." She passed to the bosom of Jesus. Jessie was a great lover of the LITTLE GLEANER, and devoted much time to reading it, deriving much comfort from its pages. This is said for the encouragement of many readers of the LITTLE GLEANER. Jessie loved her Hymn Book (Gadsby's), and turned down, Nos. 40, 70, 86, 108, and often sang them when no one but her dear Lord could hear her. Truly it must be said, "Her end was peace." E. FERRIS.
A HEATHEN CHILD'S RETORT. A LITTLE boy (son of a distinguished Hindu), who had been taught in the mission school, said to a devotee who came to his father's house to beg for food, "I cannot give you rice; ask the house.' The devotee answered, "Why should I do so? cannot give me anything." Then," said the boy, "ask the tree," pointing to a cocoa-nut tree. "That cannot understand me, if I do," was the reply. "Then ask Juggernaut, whom you worship," continued the boy; "he will understand as well as the tree, because he is wood." The poor devotee walked away, bearing this sharp and sensible rebuke as well as he could.-Life Scenes from Mission Fields.
ENGLAND AND ROME.
Our fathers who fought with the pa Would mar-vel that England has sunk
And combated ty-ran-ny near and far, low, She's drag'd at the wheels of the papal car.
Yet SO it is, we may talk, we
The Briton of old used to take delight
Rome, that our noblest has slain in the fires,
To this blood-stain'd Rome the nation inclines,
All wearied of the light of truth, it pines
Oh! call upon England at once to rise
That this night of darkness which dims our eyes