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WRITTEN BY HER FATHER. Sarah Ann Miles was born March 29th, 1840 ; had been of a delicate constitution from infancy; for two and a half years she had been evidently declining in health; for about six months she had scarcely been able to leave her home. ' At the revival services which were held in the Tabernacle, Grosvenor Street, at the beginning of the year, with much effort she attended frequently, although she had been for some time a member of the Wesleyan Association. i She had not been savingly acquainted with the grace of God, and she was anxious to feel that Spirit which she felt at: work in her soul, and whose wonderful operations she say on those around her, bearing witness with her spirit. Night after night she joined her prayers with those of other penitents to her heavenly Father, who granted her requests, soon as she had sufficient faith to cast her soul upon his mercy. When questioned by her mother on her return from the meeting as to her state, she expressed her fullest confidence in the change God had wrought in her heart. The general change in her deportment from this time was a proof of what God had done for her. From this time she appeared to have little delight in reading any book but her hymn-book, James' Anxious Enquirer, and her Bible; at times she gave way to doubting, which clouded her mind, and made her unhappy; but when spoken to by either father or mother, she generally felt cheered again. Being naturally reserved and afraid of saying more than she felt; it was sometimes difficult to get at her state of feeling; she was always very glad to have her father reading to her, and praying with her; (is it not a lovely sight to see praying parents praring with their children)? When God's Word was read to her, and there was any passage she did not clearly understand, she would frequently ask for explanation ; she was much pleased when the 14th chapter of John was read to her, but seemed afraid to give preference to any portion as she said all was good. One day, while her mother was

reading to her the 21st chapter of Revelations, she said, “will not that be nice ? O, how I long to be there !” During the last five or six weeks of her illness, she suffered much, she would express her desire to die, saying she knew there would be no suffering in heaven, and she knew she should go there; when her parents would endeavour to console her by directing her mind to the fact, that our sufferings are the consequence of sin, and not for God's pleasure, and also to what her Saviour suffered on her account, which enabled her to bear her sufferings better. When asked by her father of her confidence in God, she said she felt sure of answers to her prayers, but owing to her pain she could not keep her mind so much fixed on her Saviour as she wished.

About a fortnight before her death she was very much annoyed by the Enemy of souls, who said to her that the harvest was past and the summer was ended and she was not saved. When her father came home in the evening she spoke to him of her doubts and fears. He said to her, “ It will never do to have any doubts on this great matter, we must pray about it.” We engaged in prayer and she cried earnestly for deliverance. The Lord was indeed present, and he said to the troubled spirit, Peace, be still. She seemed easy and undisturbed except with the thought that her mother could not give her up, which she several times entreated her to do, as she said it only delayed her here.

A few hours before her death her father was standing by her bedside, expecting she was just breathing her last, the thought passed through his mind—now after all if she should not be ready; the thought made him weep. Just at that moment she opened her eyes and gave him such a lovely smile. Then he asked her, “ Do you feel Christ precious?” She said “ Yes," but observing his tears asked, "are you afraid I shall not go to heaven?” in a tone that gave reproof. He calmed her by saying that he ought not to weep but rather rejoice. Several days before this her mother had been speaking respecting her brother, who had died about two years and a half before, and had said she should have been glad to have had some dying word from

him. She answered that if she could she would leave her some token of assurance. With these dying words on ber lips_“I am going to hearen, I am going to heaven!" her spirit took its flight, aboat a quarter before three o'clock in the afternoon, May 30th, 1857. Another link upward one less downward.



CELEBRATION OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. “I happened to be in Philadelphia on the 4th of Jalsthe glorious day of Independence. The whole of the night before was one continuous cracker. Thousands went off, every moment. Every little Republican boy, throughout the day, was celebrating Independence, by throwing crack- i ers into stores, along the streets and among the crowd. Only four houses were burnt in this way. Thousands of people visited the Hall of Independence, where the famous Declaration was signed. Before you stands a fine statue of 1 Washington, with an inscription on a piece of marble, on , l, which the President stood when he read the Declaration.

First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen! Full-length portraits of William Penn, General Lafayette, and other patriot fathers adorn the walls. A monster meeting of workmen of all the trades, was held in Independence Square, to assert their rights. Their speeches were in the highest order of eloquence, and the action of the speakers, while they pointed often to the old bell which rung out the tidings that America was Inde pendent, was exceedingly powerful and thrilling. Fifty thousand persons were present at the fireworks in the evening. There were not many disparaging allusions made that day to the old country. The bitter feeling prevalent, among all classes, especially among the lower orders, against England, appears to be fast dying away. I rejoiced in their Independence as much as any republican. Jonathan had grown a big boy or rather the father of a large family,

and it was meet that they should leave the parental roof and seek their own fortunes; especially so John Bull was very exorbitant in his charges for board and lodging.

WHEELER. A VOYAGE TO CUBA. “On the 13th of June I left you and took my passage in the barque • Glamorgan,' for Crenfuegas de Cuba, at which place we arrived, after a tedious passage of five days in the calm. We greatly appreciated the power of steam in the use of paddles. Sails, the wings of a sailing vessel, are of no use without wind. Our captain was a free-thinker, and no son of Rechab. I had much occasion to give an honest testimony against cards, theatres, and other worldly amusements, and to defend the principles of temperance and abolitionism. The only accident that happened, was the loss of my sea-cap, it having been taken off most adroitly by one of the ropes. This capitation-tax was rather inconvenient to pay—a hat having no business at sea-and especially so as I feared the cap might be picked up by some of my Jamaica friends, who would imagine that I had fallen

verboard. On the Sabbath, we had a short service, and I )ffered to all the good part which shall not be taken away. May the bread cast upon the waters be seen after many lays."

WHEELER. How To BE LOVED. One evening, a gentleman related in the presence of his ittle girl, an anecdote of a still younger child of Dr. Doddridge, which pleased her exceedingly: When the Doctor asked his daugher, then about six years old, what nade everybody love her. She replied, “I don't know indeed, papa, unless it is because I love everybody.” This reply struck Susan forcibly. “If that is all that is necessary to be loved” thought she, I will soon make every body love me. Her father then mentioned a remark of the Rev. Tohn Newton, that he considered the world to be divided into two great masses, one of happiness, and the other of nisery; and it was his daily business to take as much as possible from the heap of misery, and add all he could to

that of happiness. “Now,” said Susan, “I will begin tomorrow to make everbody happy. Instead of thinking all the time of myself, I will ask every minute what I can do for somebody else. Papa has told me that this is the best way to be happy myself ; and I am determined to try.”

номЕ. A man's home is his earthly paradise. It should be of all other spots that which he leaves with most regret, and to which he returns with most delight. And in order that it may be so, it should be his daily task to provide everything convenient and comfortable; and even the tasteful and beautiful should not be neglected. “ A few sunny pictures in simple frames shrined, A few precious volumes—the wealth of the mind;

And here and there treasure some rare gem of art,

To kindle the faney or soften the heart;
Thus richly surrounded, why, why, should I roam ?
Oh! am I not happy-most happy at home?"


When forced to part with those we love,

Though sure to meet to-morrow;
We still a kind of anguish prove,

And feel a pang of sorrow.
But who can tell the tears we shed,

When for a while we sever;
If doomed to part for months-for years,

To part-perhaps for ever.
But if our views be fixed aright,

A sacred hope is given;
Though here our prospects close in night,

We meet again in Heaven.
Then let us form those bands above,

Which time can ne'er dissever;
Since parted in a Saviour's love,

We part to meet for ever.
London August 4th, 1857.

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