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others “scent like a rose," when they are dead. There is a fragrance in the following memorial, which we trust will induce many to seek for themselves, the virtues of an “excellent name"; and, which we trust will revive in others those gracious emotions which they have formerly experienced.
We well remember visiting the beautiful spot where was situated the residence of Philippa Broad. It was in one of the numerous “coombs” or narrow winding valleys, among the wooded hills in the east of Cornwall. Some of these hills are, on the sides towards the valley, almost perpendicular, rising to a considerable elevation ; leaving but a small breadth of land between them; which is covered in most instances, with beautiful verdure and many flowers. Small streams of water run rippling along among stones and rocks, or here and there spread out in little pools, where active trout sport and gambol, or swiftly secrete themselves beneath the overhanging flowery banks. In summer months these situations are lovely indeed; though they have their disadvantages in rugged roads, and distance from the means of grace. The cottage in which Philippa's parents resided, was on the side of a little stream, to which we approached by crossing a path made of stones; a little garden was one side towards the left, a shop in which her father carried on his trade of basket-making, was on the other side, and everything within displayed neatness and taste, though simple and plain. Here lived and died Philippa Broad. She was like a lily of the valley, pale and delicate, yet lovely ; but we did not expect she would so soon be gathered by her Heavenly Father to the Paradise above.
Zion chapel, which she attended, was situated at Pelynt, above two miles from her home, but she loved the house of prayer, and distance or weather seldom prevented her attendance in the house of the Lord. Our young friends must now imagine her sitting, in this cottage near a wood, and endeavouring to record her own history. This account was found among her little possessions after her death, and perhaps may be the more interesting, because the story of her early impressions and conversion are related in her own words. She says
* I was born on the 1st of May, 1823. During the years of infancy I was innocent, but since that time I have been a sinner against that God who gave me breath. I can remember feeling the strivings of the Spirit of God at the age of four years. Very often, when I did wrong, I have told my mother, that when I got bigger I would be good. I have often been led to weep when quite a child, by reflecting upon eternity. Hell used to dwell on my mind. Thinking on its dark abode made me shudder ; but still I thought, if I was called to die, I should go to heaven, as I was not wicked enough to be sent to hell. I have to be thankful for a praying mother, one who instructed me early in the ways of religion. I have no doubt but I have been the subject of many prayers. In the spring and summer of 1838, as well as I can remember, I became convinced of sin, and had a desire to be on the Lord's side; and I believe if a revival had taken place then, I should have joined with the people of God, and fully have given my heart to the Lord. But, alas ! alas! I had no one to take me by the hand, and therefore I went on sinning against God, and sinking deeper “ in the gall of bitterness and bond of iniquity." Having those for my companions who were strangers to God and religion, I had not courage to deny them my company, as I had no other ; but I did not make known my mind to any one. On one occasion, however, I did refuse going to a fair, and my companions railed at me, and said, I should live in a nunnery. I then thought I should be happy to live secluded from the world to enjoy peace of mind. But this goodness was as the morning cloud and early dew; it soon passed away, and I again fell into sin. Being of a very high spirit, I gave up to excess of pride, and Satan was dragging me downwards fast to hell; when, bless the Lord ! he called aloud by his Spirit, stopped me in my mad career, and rescued me from danger. One Sunday, in the month of January, 1841, Mr. Stanton preached in Zion Chapel, Pelynt. Through inattention and heedlessness, I cannot remember the text, nor the first part of the sermon, but this was the close : Angels, said he, . are waiting to carry the news to heaven that sinners are converted! He then asked, with tears in his eyes, shall the angels return to heaven mute, while devils return in triumph to hell ? Glory to God! these last words sank deep in my heart; the tear found its way down my face; and though I repressed my feelings, yet my heart felt more than I can express. I did not then join with the people of God, but conviction never left me. The Spirit of the Lord strove mightily with me many times when Mr. Sayer has preached at Pelynt. I have been convinced of my undone state, and led to enquire, What should I do, if the Lord were to strike me dead?' But, blessed be the Lord, he did not leave me in this state. On the 16th of February, 1841, after being in a flood of passion and hurry with a friend, I attended a meeting at Pelynt, but not with the thought of giving my heart to God. Mr. Mules was the preacher. He delivered a very alarming sermon, and many were pricked to the heart. I do not know that I felt more under that sermon than under others that I had heard, but my companion was then convinced that she was a sinner, and was led to cry for mercy, and the cries of other penitents reached to heaven. Some were set at liberty, and others were in great distress. The preacher came to me, and asked me, if I intended to give my heart to God. I stood like one thunderstruck. I then thought the Spirit of God was gone from me for ever. I began to be alarmed, for all my companions were giving their hearts to God, whilst I had no call. I wept; but Satan tempted me to think it too mean for me to kneel down, and call aloud for mercy, so I returned home with a wounded conscience. I retired to my chamber, and that night it might have been said, Behold, she prayeth. I attended the means of grace the following evening, and then I could hold out no more. I cried aloud for mercy, and returned home in great distress. In this state I remained for several days, seeking the pardoning mercy of God. I was not alone in my distress, for, of ten young persons in the village of Little Larnick, eight were seeking the Lord. O what a sight it was to see so many young men, and young women, going to the means of grace! My companions, one by one, were made happy in a Saviour's love ; and were able to tell 'to sinners round, what a great Saviour they had found.' About fifty began
to meet in class. I still continued knocking at the door of mercy. Class meetings were such a cross to me, that many times Satan tried to prevent my going ; but I was resolved not to give them up as they were so profitable to my soul. Once, I shall never forget, when the leader asked me the state of my mind, I was dumb, and could not speak for some time. what were my feelings then! At another time, in a crowded monthly meeting, I had such a combat with the enemy as I cannot express. Thus I went on, sometimes hoping, and sometimes despairing of mercy, with sleepless nights and painful days, until the 25th of April, when Mr. Sayer preached at Pelynt. A lovefeast was held afterwards, and such a feast of love I never had before, nor do I expect to have again, until I meet with all the ship's company above, who sailed with the Saviour beneath.' My heart was filled with love to God, and to his people. I was able to rejoice in God as my reconciled father, and was ready to clap my glad wings and tower away, to mingle with the blaze of everlasting day.' I lived in this state for many weeks, rejoicing in hope of the glory of God. But we must not expect to have all sweet while here below. Since then, I have had to wade through deep waters, and to pass under clouds of darkness. But, blessed be God! for so much joy as I have felt, and do feel; and the determination I have to go onward from one degree of grace unto another. I am resolved not to rest, until glory ends what grace has began; nor until I meet the dear friends I love on earth, around the dazzling throne of God in heaven, to sing the loud hallelujahs of God and the Lamb. Glory to his adorable name, while others are fallen, I am preserved! O may I stand fast in the liberty wherewith Christ has made me free, and in the great day of the Lord may I be secure amidst,
" * The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds.
May I stand unmov'd amidst it all,
Or whenever the Lord shall see fit to take me, may I be able to sing
ti May the Lord grant it for his name' sake, Amen. “February 2, 1842.
The following statement was prepared by Mr. W. Hawker
“It appears that our dear sister, being greatly afflicted, became so weak from this time, that she was obliged to give up committing to paper what she felt and enjoyed. But though from the second of February, she gave up writing, she did not give up praying; neither did she give up her confidence in that God in whom she had believed, but held it fast unto the end. When visited by her friends, she gave evidence that the religion she had obtained was not a fable, but something which stood by her in the furnace of affliction, and in the prospect of death. To her leader, (Miss Tregenna) she once said, “You have been, my dear friend and faithful leader. You have given me good advice and instruction. I hope the Lord will reward you for it. You have still a little flock to lead; be faithful to your charge. Do not be afraid to go after night. I will be with you, and be your guardian angel. Mind the little flock; do not neglect them.' She then desired her leader to sing; but this friend, overpowered in seeing her wasted frame, and contemplating her speedy dissolution, said, “My dear Philippa, I cannot sing now. But Philippa replied, “Then I must,' and sung delightfully the words,
* Then let us hasten to the day,
When all shall be brought home;
0 Jesus, quickly come.
O that will be joyful,