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THE PENITENT PRISONER.
pertained to his immortal interests. I was prevented from attending the trial by a fall from my horse on the preceding day, so that it was nearly a week before I was able to visit the prisoner, and then it was with great difficulty I reached the condemned cell. At this interview, I was agreeably surprised to find that a cheerful hope, blended with deep contrition, had taken possession of his mind. On my entering his apartment he said, “Blessed be God for permitting you to come again; I feared you would not be able to visit me any more, but even then God could have supported me. I have so much hope in his mercy, that I feel as though I could die willingly to-day. O that it may be thus, when my dying day shall come !"
That,” I replied, “will soon come, for you have only eleven days to live. True,” said he, “every hour shortens my life; but, if God will but receive me, I do not wish to prolong it. I had a thousand times rather die this death, than be set at liberty and left to my own wicked heart, to run into the temptations of the world again: God, who knows the secret thoughts of my heart, knows that this is the truth.” I added, “ He has given you then repentance unto life, and while men believe that you are sincere, He knows it."
The day appointed for the execution was Monday, March 25. On the preceding Friday, Davis was told that the applications for mercy, which had been made without his knowledge, had all failed; upon which he replied, “It is all right, and I hope all will be well.” At this period, the visits to the prisoner were confined to myself and one friend (Mr. Steane) whose truly christian attention to the convict and to myself, it is impossible I should ever forget. For the last four days, one of us was almost constantly with him from morning till about six o'clock, when he was locked up in his cell. My spirits now became greatly oppressed with the weight of my charge. The dying man earnestly entreated that I would go on the platform with him, and stay by him till the last moment; and to comfort him, I promised that I would do so. His gratitude towards me, his praises a thousand times addressed to God that he had ever seen me, his growing hope that I had been to him a messenger of grace, affected me far more deeply than any terror could have done : I dreaded the parting moment; and the prospect of the awful scene that was approaching occupied every hour and almost every thought.
[That “awful scene" will form the contents of another paper.]
And spend an endless sabbath in the skies.
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THE HOME OF JESUS.
Master, where dwellest thou ?"-John i. 38. The home of Jesus! Is it so ? Where saints in high seraphic lays, Did Jesus find a home below? With angels chant the Saviour's No; to enquiring friends he said, praise. He had not where to lay his head.
Wondrous The home of Jesus! Strangers' care,
The home of Jesus ! For him uncertain meals prepare ;
The contrite beart's his dwelling. E'en when he bless'd the Paschal board,
Oh! may my self inspecting eye A stranger entertain'd the Lord.
Gaze inward, and his rest descry. The home of Jesus! Did he thus Earth's choicest bliss forego for us? The home of Jesus! I would fain A stranger and a pilgrim he,
The dear inhabitant retain; Then earth can be no home for me. For those must be supremely blest,
Who entertain the heavenly guest. The home of Jesus! Tho' he knew No home, he sought a home for you: The home of Jesus! Reign alone, For saints, the objects of his care, My sov'reign king, my heart thy Mansions on high he will prepare. throne, The home of Jesus! Where is this? Till every wish, till every thought, Where happy spirits dwell in bliss, Be unto glad obedience brought.
Anecdotes, Selections, and Gems.
Anecdotes. Pious FORTITUDE.- A short time ago I heard an eminent minister of the gospel relate the following circumstance :—"I was present,” said he, “at one of our courts of justice in the town of G- -r, when a widow woman was called into the witness box to give evidence against three men who were accused of breaking into her house, robbing her of her property, and threatening to take away her life. Upon being questioned by one of the barristers if she was sure that the prisoners were the identical men who committed the outrage, she firmly answered—“Yes : I could not be deceived, they were not masked, nor did they take any precaution to disfigure their faces—I also distinctly remember their voices. One held an open razor in his hand, the other a rope, and told me they had a cart outside the gate with three bodies in it, going to the neighbouring town of W- -n to be sold for the purpose of dissection, and unless I delivered up my keys, and told where my property was to be found, I should go to. My keys were given to them, and I also informed them where they would find my money; and having obtained what they desired, they soon departed." The barrister now inquired if she was not very much agitated and alarmed at the
ANECDOTES, SELECTIONS, AND GEMS.
thought of being killed and sold for dissection ? was it not, therefore, very probable that, in her agitation and alarm, she might be mistaken about the men before her, who might be innocent of the charges brought against them ? She again affirmed, “ They are the men”—and with uplifted' hands and a placid countenance, observed, “I was not afraid to die, sir, for I knew that my Protector was in heaven." The lawyer turned away, apparently astonished, asked no more questions, and resumed his seat. So far only is this circumstance mentioned that the reader may be asked, has death lost its terror to you? Can you confidently say, “My Protector is in heaven?” Do you believe that all things are under bis wise and gracious control—that not a sparrow falleth to the ground without his notice—if you can, happy are you ; but if not, lose no time in seeking for mercy from God, through Jesus Christ, and thus prepare, without delay, to meet your God. Remember how uncertain human life always is, and set it down to be the highest wisdom to be always ready for your great change.
J. E. E. Chester.
INFLUENCE OF A SMILE.It is related in the life of a celebrated mathematician, William Hutton, that a respectable looking countrywoman called upon him one day, anxious to speak with him. She told him with an air of secrecy, that her husband behaved unkind to her, and sought other company, frequently passing his evenings from home, which made her feel very unhappy, and knowing Mr. Hutton to be a wise man, she thought he might be able to tell her how she could manage to cure her husband. The case was a common one, and he thought he could prescribe for it without losing his reputation as a conjurer. “The remedy is a simple one,” said he, “but I have never known it to fail. Always meet your husband with a smile.” The woman expressed her thanks, dropped a curtsy, and went away. A few months afterwards she waited on Mr. Hutton, with a couple of fine fowls, which she begged him to accept. She told him, while a tear of joy and gratitude glistened in her eye, that she had followed his advice, and her husband was cured. He no longer sought the company of others, but treated her with constant love and kindness. Wives, remember this.
DENOMINATIONS-THEIR MUTUAL TREATMENT.-Rowland Hill once said, " That the wolves should bark at the sheep is very natural, but that the sheep should bark at each other is too bad." Some one replied to him, “it is only a constitutional cough that the sheep have got.” To which he instantly retorted, “Then it's a proof they're rotten, sir."
“BLESSED ALMS-HOUSES.”—Rowland Hill was a quick discerner of spirits. An aged female, who had lately attended his chapel, and seemed to wish to put herself in his way, at length went to him, and in a canting strain, said, she wished to join his “blessed society.” “ Have you not heard that we have some blessed Almshouses,” was the reply.
ANECDOTES, SELECTIONS, AND GEMS.
CHARLES WESLEY TO GEORGE WHITFIELD.