much better than my neighbours. Indeed, I thought there was nobody like me. But one of your young members invited me to go with her for once to your chapel. I consented. You preached upon, 'All our righteousnesses are as

filthy rags.

That seemed for me. It fetched down my good works, as I thought them, and made them as rags. Oh, let me bless the Lord that He ever led me there! Well, at the close of the service there was a prayer-meeting. There I felt the Spirit of God descending on me.

"I was enabled to flee for refuge to the cross of Calvary, which you lifted up so beautifully in that sermon. I am suffering from rapid consumption, and am sometimes very bad, so that I am unable to leave my bed. I was unable to attend a place of worship so often as I could wish.

"The next time I was able to go out was when you preached from, 'Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?' Shall death? No. Or trouble, or tribulation, or trial? No. My journey is almost ended. I have been spared many trials, for Christ knows my faith is weak. Although death is very near to me, I know it will not separate me from Christ, but lead me by the string of salvation to Him. In the evening you preached from, 'Surely the Lord is in this place. I can prove that. It was in that dear chapel that I met the Lord for the first time. Oh, how I long for others to meet Him too.

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May you long be spared, if it be our Master's will, to lead poor sinners to that dear Saviour, who can save even to the uttermost. See how long I lived without Him, and then to save me. I would like very much to have thanked you with my tongue for what you have been the means of doing for me, but I shall never see you again, for

I am dying. So I thank you heartily. God bless you for Christ's sake.-I am, yours respectfully, "ELIZABETH RUDKIN.

"Aged 16 years and 4 months.”

P. S. Since copying the enclosed letter, I have learned these particulars respecting this young woman: On the day she died she asked her mother get writing materials, as she wanted her to write to something down. The materials were got ready, but before the mother began to write down, she went out to get some oranges for the daughter. The writing materials were so left that the daughter could reach them. When the mother had returned, the daughter had written the letter of which I send you a copy. As soon as the letter was finished, the young woman came in who first asked her to accompany her to the chapel in which she received the blessing she speaks of in her letter. The afflicted one asked the other to sing that hymn, "I love Jesus; yes, I do," in which both joined. When they got to the third verse, she fell back and died, and entered into her blessed rest. I hope soon to join her.

Melbourne.

S. H.

JUVENILE ZEAL. A LITTLE girl, in Gloucestershire, used to subscribe one halfpenny per week to an Auxiliary Missionary Society; but by the failure of employment where she had been used to work, she found herself unable to continue her subscription; yet, being unwilling wholly to decline her contribu tion, she devised the following method:-The farmers being in the habit of allowing the poor to glean in their potato fields, she went one morning, and with no small labour procured a basketful of potatoes. These she carried to the

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collector who used to receive her subscription, and begged him to accept of the potatoes instead of money. The collector objected that he never received anything of this sort for a subscription, and that he could not accept them, for they belonged properly to her mother. The child went home much disappointed, and told her mother the whole. The mother returned with her daughter to the collector, and requested him to accept the potatoes, saying, Sir, I was once a poor blind papist; but now, blessed be God, I know the value of the Gospel, and wish everybody to know it too; and I thank God I have a child who feels this concern for the poor heathen.” About this time a neighbour came, and, wishing to gratify the poor woman and her child, purchased the potatoes, and gave the full value of them to the collector. When Dr. Williams related this little anecdote at an anniversary meeting at Bristol, a person rose and said, “And I am the person who bought the potatoes."

P. B. B.

NAAMAN.

BEFORE Elisha's gate
The Syrian leper stood,

But could not brook to wait;
He deemed himself too good;
He thought the prophet would attend,
And not to him a message send.

Have I this journey come,
And will he not be seen?
I were as well at home,

Would washing make me clean.
Why must I wash in Jordan's flood?
Damascus' rivers are as good.

Thus, by his foolish pride,
He almost missed a cure;
Howe'er, at length, he tried,
And found the method sure.

Soon as the pride was brought to yield,
The leprosy was quickly heal'd.

Leprous and proud as he,
To Jesus thus I came,

From sin to set me free

When first I heard His fame.
Surely, thought I, my pompous train
Of vows and tears will notice gain.

My heart devis'd the way,
Which I supposed He'd take,
And when I found delay,

Was ready to go back.
Had He some painful task enjoined
Its performance seemed inclined.

When by His word He spake,
That fountain opened see;
'Twas opened for thy sake;
Go, wash, and thou art free.
Oh, how did my proud heart gainsay!
I feared to trust His simple way.

At length I trial made,
When I had much endured;
The message I obeyed;

I washed, and I was cured.
Sinners, the healing fountain try,
Which cleansed a wretch so vile as I.