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WELLINGTON AFTER THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO-PUSEYISM.
she, "he is always in a bad humour when roused out of his sleep; 'tis better we wait a little till he be awake." We accordingly sat down, and resolved to wait a more favourable moment. "Gentlemen," said the lady, after having taken her seat also, "I really wish you may succeed with Mr. Paine, for he is labouring under great distress of mind ever since he was informed by his physi cians that he cannot possibly live, and must die shortly. He sent for you to day, because he was told that if any one could do him good, you might. Possibly he may think you know of some remedy which his physicians are ignorant of. He is truly to be pitied. His cries, when he is left alone, are heart-rending. O Lord, help me!' he will exclaim during his paroxysm of distress; God help me! Jesus Christ, help me!' repeating the same expressions without the
least variation, in a tone of voice that would alarm the house. Sometimes he will say, O God! what have I done to suffer so much?' Then shortly after, But there is no God.' And again, a little after, Yet if there should be, what would become of me hereafter?' Thus he will continue for some time, when on a sudden he will scream as if in terror and agony, and call out for me by name. On one of these occasions, which are very frequent, I went to him and inquired what he wanted. Stay with me,' he replied, for I cannot bear to be alone.' I then observed that I could not always be with him, as I had much to attend to in the house. Then,' said he, send even a child to stay with me, for it is a hell to be alone.' I never saw," she concluded, "a more unhappy, a more forsaken man; it seems he cannot reconcile himself to die."
WELLINGTON AFTER THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.
It was late, it was midnight when the Duke of Wellington lay down. He had not found time so much as to wash his face or his hands; but, overcome with fatigue, threw himself, after finishing his despatches, on his bed. He had seen Dr. Hume, and desired him to come punctually at seven in the morning with his report; and the latter, who took no rest, but spent the night beside the wounded, came at the hour appointed. He knocked at the duke's door, but received no answer! he lifted the latch, and looked in, but seeing him in a sound sleep, could not find in his heart to awaken him; by and bye, however, reflecting on the importance of time to a man in the duke's high situation, he being well aware that it formed no article in his grace's code to prefer personal indulgence of any sort to public duty, he proceeded to the bedside and aroused the sleeper.
PUSEYISM.-At a late examination of schoolmasters, the following question was asked, What is schism? The answer was, Puseyism. Examiner: Do you mean that? School
The duke sat up in his bed, his face unshaven, and covered with the dust and smoke of yesterday's battle, presenting a rather strange appearance; yet his senses were collected, and in a moment he desired Hume to make his statement. The latter produced his list, and began to read, but when, as he proceeded, name after namethis as of one dead, the other as of one dying-his voice failed him, and, looking up, he saw that the duke was in an agony of grief; the tears chased one after another from his grace's eyes, making deep visible furrows in the soldier's blackened cheeks, and at last he threw himself back upon his pillow, and groaned aloud. "It has been my good fortune never to lose a battle, yet all this glory can by no means compensate for so great a loss of friends," he cried. "What victory is not too dearly purchased at such a cost ?"Poynder's Literary Extracts.
master: Yes, I maintain that Puseyism is the last dissent in our Church. Examiner: You had better not insert that in your written answers. "Query, why?"
NOTICES OF BOOKS.
MEMOIRS OF EMINENT SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHERS. With Two Essays; I. On the Importance of Sunday Schools. II. On the Office of Sunday School Teaching. By the Rev. THOMAS TIMPSON. 18mo. pp. 376; second thousand. London: John Snow.
The thought that flashed upon the mind of the benevolent Raikes, suggesting the establishment of Sabbath schools, was a ray of light and love from the throne of God. It came from heaven, and it leads to heaven. The heart of Raikes was a temple of mercy, and his God-like example has called forth a host of Christian philanthropists, whose pious and disinterested labours the world would probably have never seen, had not that benevolent thought been suggested from above. It was meet that the distinguished successors of Raikes should have a memorial, that we might glorify God in them, and that the present race of labourers should be encouraged by a view of the ripe fruits which past toils have produced. Mr. Timpson has gathered a rich cluster of these fruits, and here presents them to the reader, in the eminently pious and devoted lives of nearly one hundred ministers, ministers' wives, missionaries, female missionaries, deacons, superintendents, philanthropists, and philanthropic ladies, whose piety was either originated by, or fostered in, the work of Sabbath school teaching. While we approve of the general selection, we wonder that a philanthropist so distinguished, and so bright an ornament of Sabbath schools, as the venerable Mr. Whittaker of Macclesfield, has not a place in these memoirs. The absence of such an honoured name is a defect which a subsequent edition ought to supply.
The Essays contain many important facts and valuable suggestions; and the entire work is calculated to edify, stimulate, encourage, and direct Sabbath school teachers in their work of faith and labour of love. We, therefore, cordially recommend it to our readers.
ENGLAND IN THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY; or a History of the Reigns of the House of Hanover, from the Accession of George I, to the Peace of Amiens. 18mo. pp. 438. London: Religious Tract So
This work is well written, and it carries us through an era crowded with important events, but its chief excellence is the true estimate which it forms of
the human character, and the Christian aspect in which an eventful period is contemplated. A superintending Providence is acknowledged, God's hand is seen, the truth is spoken, things are called by their right names, justice is done to public men, vices are faithfully reprobated, virtues receive their duc meed of praise, and great practical principles are deduced. The volume is fraught with interest, and its reading cannot fail to do good to both head and heart.
THE PHILOSOPHY OF FOOD AND NUTRITION IN PLANTS AND ANIMALS. By the Rev. EDWIN SIDNEY, M.A. 12mo. pp. 192. London: Religious Tract Society.
We have here philosophy robed, as she ever ought to be, in Christian costume, baptized with the Christian spirit, and meekly presenting her grateful tribute on the altar. It is the endeavour of the pious and talented author to prove, as he states, that the maintenance of life is the harmonious result of a series of gradations, exquisite in beauty and adaptation; and that we never can learn really profitable lessons from natural truths except we regard them with a spiritual mind. In this design he has proved eminently successful. The author has ranged through the beautiful and attractive walks of animal and vegetable physiology, and furnished a mass of valuable information adapted at once to enlighten the understanding, to excite the religious affections, and to promote our temporal welfare. The several topics are illustrated with suitable engravings.
THE HOLLY TREE a Winter Gift of Original Prose and Poetry. By GEORGE E. and MYRA SARGENT, with other contributors; with Engravings by DICKES, 12mo. pp. 160. London: Benjamin L. Green.
The elegant style in which this book is got up reflects a high degree of credit on the spirited publisher, and the matter is equally creditable to the authors. The instruction, entertainment, and spiritual good of the reader are the objects aimed at, and in the perusal of this beautiful volume they will be richly secured. "The Cliff Cottage," and "Joy after Sorrow," are peculiarly pathetic, impressive, and interesting. We cordially recommend the work as a very suitable present to young people.
SCRIPTURE BAPTISM, a Series of Familiar Letters to a Friend, in Reply to "Christian Baptism," by the Hor, and
Rev. BAPTIST NOEL, M.A. By HENRY J. GAMBLE. 12mo. pp. 224. London: J. Snow.
Mr. Gamble has an advantage in this controversy which is not experienced by every one who writes on this subject. Having himself emerged fromthe errors of his Antipædobaptist brethren, he is prepared both to discuss the question with a special reference to those prejudices, prepossessions, and objections, which lie deepest in the bosom of a Baptist from education, and to meet those arguments which may be advanced by a proselyte to Baptist opinions. Mr. Gamble has conducted the controversy in this volume in the spirit of a Christian, with the suavity and candour of a gentleman, and with logical acumen and conclusiveness such as, in our opinion, lay the arguments of his opponent in the dust.
We cordially recommend this excellent volume to our readers, and as this
work dwells chiefly on the subjects of Baptism, we recommend along with it the equally excellent volume of the Rev. Thomas Mills, which triumphantly explodes the Baptist mode of administering the ordinance by immersion.
Notices of the following books are in the hands of the printer; but, through press of matter, we are compelled to allow them to stand over till next month. "White's Arithmetical Exercises."-"The Christian's Daily Treasury.". "Florence Arnott; or Is She Generous?"-"A Biblical and Theological Dictionary."- "Lessons for Infant Classes."-"Hore Paulina."--Characters, Scenes, and Incidents of the Reformation." "The Sunday School Union Magazine, for 1849.". "The Bible Class Magazine, Vol. 2, 1849.""Notes on the Scripture Lessons for 1849."-"The Union Tune Book.""The Child's Own Book, 1849."-"The Class Register and Diary for 1850."
OBITUARIES AND RECENT DEATHS.
The son of Samuel and Jane Braddock, was born at Hooley Hill, Ashton circuit, on the 7th of February, 1827. He was naturally of a grave and thoughtful disposition, which was manifest when he was but a child. At an early age he was sent to the Methodist New Connexion Sunday School, Hooley Hill, where he evinced more than ordinary inclination to learn, and was very soon found in the highest class in the school. He was remarkable for his regular and punctual attendance at the school, both while he was a scholar and after he became a teacher. With but few exceptions he was always present until prevented by sickness; and it was customary for him to be one of the first, and ready to join in singing the opening hymn; for at an early age he was peculiarly fond of singing, and continued to be so as long as he was able either to join in it himself, or listen to it when performed by others. But though he was thus regular and punctual at the school, he was not all that a kind and pious teacher would wish. Like many of his age, he was wishful to have his own way; and this disposition was sometimes shown by stubbornly refusing to comply with the requirements of those who were placed over him as teachers. His history furnishes a striking proof that more is needed than the educating of an individual, to constitute him really amiable, useful,
and happy. He was remarkably fond of reading; but previous to his conversion he was much inclined to read works of fiction. Not many weeks before his last sickness, when in company with the writer, the conversation turned upon books and reading, when he said, "I have read a great many books, but many of them were novels." But a saving change was wrought in him, and there was an end to his novel-reading, the Bible and other good books becoming the beloved companions of his retired moments ever afterwards. The immediate instrument in our brother's conversion was the Rev. J. Griffiths, when preaching at the Hooley Hill chapel, soon after his appointment to the Ashton Circuit. While delivering his discourse our brother was powerfully wrought upon by the Spirit. He saw himself a sinner before God, and, without divine mercy, undone for ever. At the close of the service, a prayer, meeting was held in the chapel, and he resolved to remain during the meeting. This was a struggle, for those with with whom he associated refused to stay. When the meeting was over his companions were waiting for him, and told him of certain sport and enjoyment which they had had while he had been in the chapel. He only replied, “I have had something better than you," and immediately his eyes filled with tears. He soon after withdrew from their company, and returned home.
From what transpired in his after-life, it was evident that he now experienced that godly sorrow which worketh repentance unto salvation. Without delay he united himself with the church, and continued until death a steady and consistent member. The writer of these lines has often been struck with astonishment while our departed brother has been relating his religious experience it was so rich, and savoured so much of the better country. Having been brought to enjoy religion himself, he was very anxious that others should be made partakers of like blessings. To bring about these blessed results, he wished to do something; and, in the first place, he laboured to set before them a good example. He also presented carnest and believing prayer for them; but his mind was fixed on preaching. He wished to be actively and extensively engaged in endeavouring to win souls to Christ. For this purpose he sought to store his mind with that knowledge which would be useful for him in that capacity; and he did not seek in vain. He possessed glowing ideas of the being and perfections of God, and of the various doctrines of the gospel. He exercised himself in composition, in which these truths and doctrines were prominently exhibited. A few times he delivered his thoughts on different subjects before the members of an Improvement Society with which he was connected. Had he been spared he promised to be a useful character, both in the church and in the world; but He whose footsteps are in the deep designed it otherwise. The bud which was gradually unfolding its beauties to the admiring eye, was destined to blossom and bear fruit in a more congenial atmosphere. A fatal blight chilled the vigour of youth, and destroyed the fond hopes both of his parents and the church. In the spring of 1849 his health began to fail. Medical assistance was resorted to, but in vain. By the advice of his medical attendant, he was sent to Southport. After his arrival there, he gradually improved, though slowly, until Sunday, the 27th of May, when, on his way to the Wesleyan chapel, Southport, he was taken suddenly worse, and was obliged to return to his lodging. On the following day he went, according to appointment, to consult the medical gentleman under whose care he was placed while there, who, after examining him, wrote a note and sent it to Miss Ingham, the person with whom David lodged, advising her to get him
home as quick as possible, as it was his opinion he might die any hour. There being no person with whom Miss Ingham could send him, she took charge of him herself, and brought him home. On their arrival at the Waterloo Railway Station, near Liverpool, the passengers had to leave the Southport train, and ride six miles by omnibus, to join the railway on to Manchester. The exertion of getting our departed brother into the omnibus brought on a severe fainting-fit, in consequence of which he had to be taken back to the inn. There was, fortunately, a medical gentleman from Southport present, who was very kind in using means to restore him, and advised Miss Ingham to have him conveyed in a chaise to the railway station, another gentleman present kindly bearing the expense of the same. On their arrival in Manchester he was very much exhausted, and was under the necessity of waiting an hour and a half before a train would proceed to Ashton. Whilst waiting, an elderly lady remarked to Miss Ingham, "This young man seems very ill." She made answer in the affirmative. The lady then asked him "how it was with his soul." He replied, "I am very happy." She then wished to know "if he thought he should be saved if he were to die." He replied, "I have no doubt of it." She then asked him upon what he rested his hope of salvation? He answered, "I have nothing to trust in but the blood of Christ." When the time arrived for the train to proceed to Ashton, it was with great difficulty he was placed in the carriage. On arriving at the Clayton Bridge station, he was alive; but a very short time after the train had left that station, he seemed as though he had fainted, but it proved to be the hand of death upon him. His lips moved as though he wished to speak, but owing to the noise of the train, no sound could be heard. He grasped Miss Ingham's hand, and lifted it up, at the same time casting a look upwards, as if he would signify by that motion he was going to his rest. He then sobbed twice, and without a struggle his soul took its flight to heaven. Thus died this young disciple of the Saviour on the 29th of May, 1849. His death was improved by the Rev. W. Mills, on the last Sunday in June, to a crowded audience, most of them young people. May we be followers of them who, through faith and patience, inherit the promises. Amen.
THE subject of this memoir was the daughter of Thomas and Elizabeth Greenfield, who for a number of years have been members of our society at West Moor Colliery, where she was born in 1815, and where she continued to reside until 1842, when she removed with her husband to the village of Seaton Burn. Having been blessed with pious parents, she was accustomed from her infancy to attend the Sabbath school and the house of God, and from the earliest dawnings of reason was the subject of powerful religious impressions. Like Lydia, her heart was open for the reception of the Saviour's love, and like Samuel, she became a servant of God in her youth. For many years she continued a consistent member of the Church of Christ, occupied a seat in the once-admired choir of her native village, and with many others of her sex took a very active part in promoting the interests of the Church. But, alas! like too many, on changing her position in life the sun of her piety began to decline, and at length disappeared beneath an horizon of domestic anxieties and worldly cares; she became a backslider from God, but was so miserable while in this state, that she kept constantly inquiring of herself,
"When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?"
In this state of misery she continued for some time. At length, however, a very gracious revival of God's work commenced at West Moor, under the ministry of the Rev. A. Lynn. Scores of precious souls were converted to God; and so intense was the excitement, that the zeal of the converts knew no bounds. Bent upon enlarging the borders of Zion, they visited Seaton Burn, formed a class, and commenced a small society; and here the subject of this memoir and its writer, on the same day and in the same house, cach began to inquire for the path of life. They sought it with earnest repentance and tears, and at length could each exclaim, "I have found it."
Our sister now began with carnestness to serve the Lord, and through good report and evil report she witnessed a good profession; once, indeed, her foot had well-nigh slipped, but the grace of God sustained her. Many were the discouragements she met with
in the Church, which, like a frail bark, has been tempest-tost, deserted, and often almost split in pieces; but our sister clung to the vessel in every period of danger, and, thank God, she has been safely conveyed to her haven of
Her christian experience was uniformly that of an humble believer, dependent for salvation upon Christ the Redeemer, but striving to adorn her profession with a life and conversation such as becometh the Gospel. As a wife and a mother she excelled many in her station, and was proverbial for her diligence in business as well as for her fervency of spirit in serving the Lord.
On the Thursday preceding her death, her brother, who resided with the family, was suddenly seized by cholera, and a in few hours was consigned to the place appointed for all living. The suddenness of her brother's removal deeply affected her mind, and led her more closely to embrace that Saviour who alone can succour the helpless in a dying hour. Little, however, did she expect that her own departure was so near at hand.
On the Sunday following her brother's decease, she attended the house of God, and at the close of the evening's service she remained at the class meeting, where she was observed to speak as she had never spoken before; in fact, as one on the very verge of heaven. Alluding to the sudden death of her brother, she feelingly observed, that the shock was unexpected, and the ties of nature had been suddenly rent; but she could bless the name of the Lord, for he who gave had taken away. She felt so happy in the love of Christ, that no language could express her feelings, for she was sure that if the earthly house of her tabernacle were to be dissolved, she had a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens; "Yea," she added, with emphasis, “ were I to be the very next who should be called to enter eternity, I could wave my hand in token of victory, and shout that all was well." Such was precisely the fact, for at five o'clock the following morning she also was seized by the pestilential hand of death, and between three and four o'clock the same afternoon her happy spirit took its flight into the eternal world. So long as she could speak she spoke of the Redeemer's love, and welcomed him to take her home; and when her tongue was silenced by the hand of the last enemy, and her spirit was ready to escape to