risked her health when many healthy teachers had a ready excuse for their negligence. About two years ago her health began to decline, which occasioned her parents and friends much anxiety, and all that could be done was done for her, but it was evident that consumption had marked her for its prey. This disease baffled the skill of her medical attendant; but, in the midst of her affliction, the Lord was the strength of her heart and her satisfying portion. Her love to the school was such that, when unable to attend, she frequently enquired, "Who took my class?" And even when dying, referring to her class, said, "There are six of them." As she neared the swelling of Jordan her prospect brightened, and to every question relative to her spiritual state the most satisfactory replies were given, and then, amidst tears and sobs, she sweetly breathed her last on earth, and entered into that rest which remaineth for the people of God. Her death was improved by the writer to a large and deeplyaffected congregation. May her sorrowing friends meet her in heaven is the prayer of JOHN RACKHAM, MR. GEORGE HARRIS, a native of Britford, in the Salisbury circuit, commenced his earthly course in the year 1827, and finished it with joy, Feb. 3rd, 1870. For twenty-five years he "sat in the region and shadow of death," altogether unconcerned about his lost state through sin, and need of a Saviour. At that period of his career he attended a preaching service held in a house at East Harnham by the Primitive Methodists. The gospel, plainly and faithfully preached, awakened in him deep concern for his salvation; the eyes of his understanding were enlightened; he saw himself exposed to eternal punishment, and not obtaining pardon in the meeting, he wandered into the fields, where, praying the publican's prayer, he received his answer, and went down to his house justified. He joined the Primitive Methodist Society shortly afterwards, and up to the time of his removal by death he was an active, consistent Christian member, and constantly manifested an intense desire for the salvation of sinners. About thirteen years ago he was deemed by the circuit authorities a suitable person to fill the honourable and important office of local preacher. As such he laboured with great acceptability and usefulness. His affliction was protracted, lasting nearly two years. About four months before his death he broke a blood-vessel, and it became evident that he would soon have to exchange time for eternity. His hope as an anchor was cast within the vail, and his faith firmly rested on the sure foundation laid in Zion. A friend said to him on one occasion, "The enemy takes advantage of your weakness; he knows when to pour in his fiery darts." "Yes," he answered, "and Jesus knows how to ward them off." For some time his experience was similar to that of the Apostle when he said, "I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far better." To abide in the flesh seemed needful for the sake of his dear wife and three little ones, but knowing there was no hope of recovery, he calmly resigned all into the hands of Him who is too wise to err, too good to be unkind, and waited, as a laden vessel lying at anchor waits for the favouring gale. About twenty minutes before he died he looked upwards, and feeling blessedly conscious that angels were from glory come, were round his bed and in his room, waiting to, bear his spirit home, he exclaimed, "Oh ! what a beautiful light, and a beautiful white building, and such a number of people clothed in white." And, speaking to his wife he said, "Don't you see them? They are all smiling upon you." The room was filled with glory, and quite loudly and distinctly he exclaimed, "Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God!' His eyes were fixed, he breathed rather heavy a few times, and then, with the last enemy under his feet, and heaven in full view, he passed away, carried by angels to dwell for ever in that "house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." J. HARPER. Died, at Fishponds, in the Bristol circuit, on February 4th, 1870, ROBERT PEARCE, aged fifty-two years He was converted in a prayer-meeting held by the Primitives about thirty years ago, and continued a consistent member of the same community till the end of his life. He sustained office as a local preacher, class leader, and superintendent of the Sabbath-schools; but, being greatly afflicted for many years, his labours in each department were much circumscribed. Having to bring up a large family on very slender means, his sufferings were often very severe. His health was undoubtedly affected and his constitution impaired by working hard on scanty fare. But he suffered not as an evil-doer but as a Christian, and committed the keeping of his soul to God as unto a faithful Creator. When approaching his end he expressed unshaken faith in Christ, and spoke of what was laid up for him in the world to come. After being "Worn by slowly rolling years," he was released from suffering, relieved from anxiety, and dismissed from further service here, and taken to be with Christ, which is far better. J. BEST. SARAH HUMPHREYS, the beloved wife of Thomas Humphreys, was born at the Trench, near Ellesmere, and died at Bronington, in the Prees Green Circuit, February, 13th, 1870. Our departed sister was not favoured with a religious education, her parents being strangers to Christ and living without a saving knowledge of God, and when she left the parental roof and went to service the conduct of her associates had a tendency to lead her on in the paths of sin and folly. Through the influence of her husband she was induced to attend the ministry of the Wesleyans, and both were brought into the enjoyment of grace and became members of the Wesleyans, when, through some family inconvenience, she was prevented attending the house of God, and consequently the spiritual life in her soul became extinct. A revival broke out among our people Bronington about four years ago, and her youngest son, who is now a local preacher with us, was one among the many that got converted. This circumstance had a favourable impression on her mind. She gave her heart to God, and she, with her husband, son, and daughter, joined our society at Bronington. On the 28th January she was seized with an affliction which terminated in death in about fifteen days. But the grace of God supported her. To her daughter she said,"Jesus will bear me up in his arms.” Her son asked her if Jesus was precious. She said, "Yes, oh, yes, it is a pleasant voyage when Jesus is the Captain ;" and in this happy frame of mind she passed away to her home in heaven in the seventieth year of her age. WILLIAM EDGE. at TRUE KNOWLEDGE. He nothing knows who knows not this, He all things knows, who knows to place Who died that we might live. DR. HUIE. TOO BUSY TO FREEZE. How swiftly the glittering brook runs by, Reflecting the beams of the cheerful sun Onward it glides, whether sunshine or storm And prattles of hope and sustaining love, And on lazier waters seize; But the nimble brook is too much for him, Being far too busy to freeze. May we, like the brook, in our path through life As active and steady pursue, The course in which real utility lies, Which is lovely and useful too. Still nourish the needy; refresh the sad, And, despising indulgent ease, Yes, while there's a brother to warn from sin, A penitent heart to be meekly taught An outcast child to be turned to God, And heathen yet to be sought and taught, We must be too busy to freeze. Juvenile Instructor. BURTON-UPON-STATHER PRIMITIVE METHODIST CHAPEL. URTON-UPON-STATHER is, Primitive Methodistically, situate in the Winterton Circuit, Hull district. We have had a society in the village for nearly half a century; and considering the fact that the population is only 450, provided with a large church and a good sized Wesleyan chapel, a membership of fifty, and a congregation of 150 at the principal service, show a respectable position for the cause of Primitive Methodism. Most certainly its position was never better than since the erection of the new, beautiful, and commodious chapel shown in the engraving. The old chapel stands up a yard, the approach to which is objectionable on several accounts, and which has doubtless affected the interest of the cause. The present edifice is most eligibly and commandingly situate in the principal street, and, somewhat remarkable, on the very site of the cottage in which our H people preached first the word of life in the place. It is 32 feet 6 inches wide, and 18 feet high from floor to ceiling, and will seat 255 persons. The pews are divided by two aisles, and are slightly elevated and have leaning backs and book-boards. The communion rail is in front of the minister's platform, and behind it there are two vestries, with orchestra gallery over of a circular form. Access is thus obtained by a passage under the gallery to the rear of the chapel, where two cottages have been erected. The front of the chapel is faced with red stock bricks and stone dressings and is enclosed with iron palisading. In consequence of the elevation of the site above the street level, a flight of stone steps leads to the entrance doors in front, which open into lobbies leading to the aisles from which the pews are entered. All the windows are glazed with obscure glass with a margin of ruby colour. The whole of the fittings are stained and varnished. The ceiling has a moulded cornice and two centre flowers, which also serve for purposes of ventilation. The chapel is heated by means of a stove beneath the floor, and is well lighted and ventilated. Mr. J. Wright, of Hull, was the architect, under whose superintendence the work has been carried out by Mr. Carr, builder, of Alkbro'. The entire cost of the undertaking, including the land, heating, palisading, the two cottages, architect's fees, and other incidental expenses, was £1,000. It is highly gratifying to know that the sittings are well let, and that our Sunday congregations are very greatly improved, and that a few souls have been "born there for Heaven." We desire its continued and increased prosperity in all departments, and trust that the great Master-builder will vouchsafe His abiding presence within its sacred walls. W. WHITBY. THE MINISTER AND THE ROBBER. THE world of fiction hardly contains a more thrilling chapter than an incident which marked the life of the Rev. Mr. Lee, who was recently cut down in his prime while pastor of the Presbyterian church, in the village of Waterford, New York. The adventure, says the Troy Times, occurred on the night before thanksgiving, a few weeks previous to the commencement of the sudden illness which resulted sadly and fatally. Mr. Lee was sitting in his study about one o'clock in the morning, preparing a discourse to be delivered to his congregation when assembled for thanksgiving worship, when he heard a noise behind him, and |