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MEMOIRS.

MARY ELIZABETH HOLMES was born at Hull, October 7th, 1861, and died at Bradford, June 7th, 1879, in her 18th year. She was a scholar in our school at West Bowling, and a member in the class of Brother Sykes. Early she gave her heart to the Lord. Of a meek and retiring nature, yet very sympathetic, she was ever studying how she could help her parents, or be of service to those around her. She had a tender, loving heart and gave it fully to the Saviour. She loved the house of God, the Sunday-school, her Bible and the various means of grace. She was fond of the Songs of Zion. "Safe in the arms of Jesus," "What a friend we have in Jesus,” and “I love to think of the heavenly land," were great favourites with her. She was seized with that insidious disease consumption, which like a worm in the bud, destroys silently but not less surely so many of the fairest flowers of earth. Yet she bore her sickness with true christian meekness, and a grace of resignation beyond her years. Those who visited her in her illness, especially as she neared the end, were struck with the calm composure and Christ-likeness of our dear sister; and they who came to minister to her the consolations of the Gospel often went away richly blessed themselves. Her features bore the mark of great pain at times, yet she strived to hide it as much as she could from her parents and friends. The sweet calm expression of her noble countenance will not be readily forgotten. Soon after she was confined to her bed her father asked her if she had any doubt of her acceptance in Christ. She replied "No father! None; I have no fear of death, I am trusting in Jesus only!" Glorious testimony to the truth as in Jesus. Sometimes she expressed a desire to get better for the sake of her parents, but ever blended it with "Thy will be done." She called her brothers to her bedside and asked them to meet her in heaven. She was often heard in prayer secretly for her school-fellows, and for a revival of the work of God. Several Christian ladies and friends visited her during her sickness, her Sunday-school teacher Mrs. Womersley, and the writer of this memoir-who called to see her about an hour before she died. She was in great agony of body, but conscious and happy in Christ. A little before death she was heard to say "Come Lord Jesus, come quickly," and then the silver cord was loosed, and her happy spirit took its flight to be with Christ, which is far better. Our hope is that many of her companions in the school will be led to follow her example and give themselves early to the Lord, so that our ranks may be filled up again.-GEO. FIRTH.

SUNDAY-SCHOOL DEPARTMENT.

SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOLS.

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A scribe remarkable for wisdom. He is also named as a counsellor. He is mentioned only once in the Bible, but his nephew had a very prominent place in Jewish history.

A SUBJECT.

1. The three earliest instances of praise to God recorded in the Bible?

2. The first account of singing in the Bible?

3. The first musical instrument named in the Bible?

A PUZZLE.

1. An early king of Jerusalem. 2. A place where Titus preached. 3. The mother-in-law of Hephzibah. 4. A teacher of Antioch who was brought up with a Prince.

The initials give one whose sin brought great sorrow to many thousands. The finals a cruel, jealous, envious murderer.

ANSWERS TO SEPTEMBER QUESTIONS.

A character-Zeresh. Esther v. 14. A subject-1 Eve. Genesis iii. 6. 2. 1 Samuel vi. 19. 3. Athens. Acts xvii. 21. A puzzle1. Box, Isaiah xvi. 19. 2. Rush, Job. viii. 11. 3. Apple, Song. ii. 3. 4. Nut, Song. vi. 11. 5. Chesnut, Ezekiel xxxi. 8. 6. Hyssop, 1 Kings iv. 33. 7. Elm, Hosea iv. 13. 8. Sycamine, Luke xvii. 6. Initials: Branches. John xv. 5.

JUVENILE MIS

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LONDON. BRUNSWICK SUNDAY SCHOOL SIONARY SOCIETY. On Monday, May 26th, 1879, the 29th Annual Meeting of this Society was held. The chair was ably occupied by Mr. Henry Mitten, and addresses were delivered by Messrs. J. Berry, and H. Moreland. The meeting was livened with singing by the choir, and a selection of dialogues and recitations by the scholars. The secretary's report was very encouraging, shewing an increase on the balance of last year of £7. The following is the balance-sheet for the year ending 29th March, 1879. Collection at Annual Meeting, £1 2s. 4d.; moiety of Dissolving View Lecture, given by U. K. B. of H. U. 18s.; collecting boxes for the year-infants: 14s. 103d.; girls, £6 15s. 5d.; boys, £15 6s. 44d. Total, £22 16s. 8d. By Musical and Elocutionary Entertainments, £4 19s. 7d.; New year's Offering, £5 7s. 8d.; Mr. Shrubsall's box, 17s.; Mr. Crockford's box, 6s. 5d.; share of Special Efforts, £5; Treasurer's donation, £5; total income, £46 7s. 8d. ; expenses, £2 14s. 2d.; balance £43 13s. 6d. As we hope to increase our income in the year upon which we have entered as we have done this, the committee would urge the friends to take missionary boxes for home use, as a means of so increasing the funds. They may be had by applying to the secretary or through any of the teachers.-H. HOWARD, Hon. Secretary.

Poetry.

WRITE THEM A LETTER TO-NIGHT.

DON'T go to the theatre, concert, or ball,
But stay in your room to-night;
Deny yourself to the friends that call,
And a good long letter write-
Write to the sad old folks at home,
Who sit when the day is done,
With folded hands and downcast eyes,
And think of the absent one.

Don't selfishly scribble "Excuse my haste,
I've scarcely the time to write,"

Lest their brooding thoughts go wandering back,
To many a by-gone night-

When they lost their needed sleep and rest,

And every breath was a prayer

That God would leave their delicate babe
To their tender love and care.

Don't let them feel that you've no more need
Of their love and counsel wise;

For the heart grows strongly sensitive
When age has dimmed the eyes;

It might be well to let them believe

You never forget them quite;

That you deem it a pleasure, when far away,

Long letters home to write.

Don't think that the young and giddy friends

Who make your pastime gay,

Have half the anxious thought for you

That the old folks have to-day;

The duty of writing do not put off

Let sleep or pleasure wait,

Lest the letter for which they looked and longed

Be a day or an hour too late;

For the sad old folks at home,
With locks fast turning white,

Are longing to hear from the absent one—

Write them a letter to-night.

E. B. DUKINFIELD.

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