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THE PENNY POST-BOX.
The Penny Post Box.
A FEW days ago I was sent for to visit a poor aged woman in deep affliction of body and mind-she is a pious good woman, a member of the church of which I have been the pastor for some years. This poor woman's husband died last February-he was a little farmer, and they brought up a large family by their hard work, and always felt happy in doing their utmost to help and support the cause of Christ. They depended much on a potatoe crop to pay their rent, and the disease that first took the potatoes about five years ago, and ruined so many, brought this poor man into great distress-and by the same disease taking them for several subsequent years, and the low price of other produce of the land, he was brought very low indeed, and at his death left his wife to the mercy of a parish. She is more than seventy years of age. She is a great sufferer both in body and mind-and she well knew my state of ill health and pecuniary circumstances, and felt anxious to see me. I soon complied with her wishes. When I got into the cottage she was sitting in an old arm chair, in a very low desponding state of mind. As soon as she looked up and saw me she mustered up all her energies of body and mind, and lifted up her eyes and her hands as a person in deep distress or under some sudden fright, and exclaimed with a faltering voice, "Oh! sir, what a distressing state you and I are in, are we not? Who would have thought I should ever be brought to this." I looked her hard in the face and smiled, and said, "In a distressing state, no indeed, our state is one of mercy, and calls for thankfulness instead of complaint." "But," said she, "all I have now to support me is 1s. 6d. and a loaf for the week." I put on another smile and looked at her, and said, "what a mercy that it is no worse. And allow me to try to make you believe, as you must if you believe God's holy word, that you and I are in a good condition after all. Our prospects as to this world, it is true, are not very bright; but remember the many gracious promises made by the Lord to his people when under afflictions and distress the most painful." She said she knew it all, but could not take the comfort of it. I said, "When you are thus tempted to complain, be sure to think of this one truth-that no affliction or distress can ever be placed upon or overtake us but by Divine permission. It is the Lord. And all that He does is done so well that it cannot be done better." I reasoned with her till she also smiled and said, "How glad I am that you came to see me. How much good you have done me, and how much more comfortable I feel now than before you came. I do hope I shall be able to trust in the Lord." I left her in a cheerful frame of mind, and urged her to read with attention when those gloomy fits came on, Psalm xci. 15; xlvi. 1, &c.
THE WAY TO BE SAFE. When Hannah More asked Dr. Johnson
why he drank no wine, the great moralist replied, "Because if I drink at all, I shall drink too much."
QUESTION AND ANSWER.- Sceptic. "If we are to live after death, why have we not certain knowledge of it?" Believer. "We have more than you had before you came into the world."
Facts, Hints, and Gems.
five shillings. People may say what they will but this is a wonderful improvement!
ENGLAND'S GREAT EXHIBITION
would never have beeu gathered and Thouopened but for railroads. sands have now seen both it and London too who never would have
seen either but for these cheap and rapid conveyances.
MANKIND might often do without physicians if they would observe the laws of health; without lawyers if they would but keep their tempers; without soldiers if they would but observe the laws of christianity.
DO GOOD WITH YOUR MONEY; for by so doing it will, as it were, be stamped with the image and superscription of heaven.
DO AS THE SUN DOES; look at the bright side of everything. It is just as cheap, and a great deal better.
GOLD is an idol, worshipped in all nations, but without a single temple or a single hypocrite among its worshippers.
To YOUNG PREACHERS. The way to learn to preach is to preach.
DANGEROUS THINGS.-A candle unsnuffed-garments left too near the fire all night—a fireplace without a guard to keep off childrenleaving a kettle on the fire to boil without watching it.
PROFANITY AND POLITENESS are never seen together. They cannot agree to keep company.
CULTIVATE YOUR MIND. do not it will be like yon idle fellow's garden; full of weeds when there ought to be a crop.
OF ALL FAULTS there is not a greater perhaps than persuading ourselves or others that we have none at all.
THE CHILDREN'S CORNER.
The Children's Corner.
THE BURNING HOUSE.
THE care of Providence seems to have been exercised in a remarkable manner over the early life of that zealous and active servant of Christ -John Wesley. When a little boy, six years of age, the house of his father, who was a pious clergyman, at Epworth, in Lincolnshire, caught fire at midnight, so that when the family awoke, they found themselves surrounded with flames. Mr. Wesley, the elder, succeeded in effecting the escape of all the little members of his household from the devouring element, with the excep
withinside of the walls, or they would all have been crushed. When they brought him into the house where his father was, the good man exclaimed-"Come, neighbours, let us kneel down! let us give thanks to God! He has given me all my eight children-let the house go –İ am rich enough!"
The memory of Mr. Wesley's escape on this occasion is preserved in one of the early prints of him; in which, under the head, is the representation of a house in flames, with the motto, "Is not this a brand plucked out of the burning?"
tion of his son John. This dear boy, through the carelessness of the servant was left in the nursery. Awaking soon after, and seeing the room very light, he called to the maid to take him up; but no one answering, he put his head out of the curtains, and saw streaks of fire on the top of his room. His father, startled by the cries of the child, attempted to go up the stairs, but they were all on fire, and would not bear the weight of his body. Finding it, therefore, impossible to give any help, he kneeled down in the hall, and recommended the soul of the child to God. John, however, got up and ran to the door, but could get no further, all the floor beyond it being in a blaze. He then climbed up on a chest which stood near the window. A person in the yard seeing him, proposed that he should run and fetch a ladder: another answered, "there will not be time; but I have thought of another expedient. Here, I willness as the stars for ever and ever."
And this boy, thus wonderfully saved, became, by the instructions of his pious mother and the blessing of God, one of the most zealous and useful men this country ever produced. His life was prolonged many years, chiefly, it is supposed, through his regular and temperate habits. And during a very long period he travelled everywhere preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and doing good to the bodies and souls of men. His usefulness did not terminate with his life. He devised plans for keeping up the preaching of the Gospel at home and abroad, which have been the means of leading thousands and hundreds of thousands to the Holy Saviour and a happy heaven. He had his failings like all other men, and some of his admirers say too much in his praise; but after all, he was a great and good man, and God blessed him. "They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteous
fix myself against the wall, lift a light man and set him on my shoulders." The plan was adopted, and they took him out at the window. At that moment the whole roof fell in providentially, it fell
Think of this, my young reader; for you too should fear God, love the Saviour, and try to do good in your day and generation, and then num. bered with the righteous you will" be had in everlasting remembrance."
THE PATRIARCH'S DEATH-BED.
He was living when I reached the house. I had feared that I was too late, having been absent on a journey, and learning, on my return home, that the aged man was drawing near to the gates of death. He was the oldest man in the parish. More than fourscore years had bent his frame, and he was now on his dying bed. His children and grandchildren were around him, and with reverential affection were ministering to his comfort, or watching the approach of the last moment of his long and eventful life.
He had been a man of power. His frame was herculean. More than six feet in height, and faultless in his proportions, he stood up among his fellows a model man. His arm was strong. Even in old age he had no superior. He could carry a weight that no other man could raise from the earth. He was an active, stirring man; all his life he was busy, and in pushing forward every public enterprise he was more useful than three men besides. He was a strong man in prayer. With a faith that grasped firmly the promises, and an ardour of love that glowed intensely when he drew near to the mercyseat, he laid his petitions earnestly at the foot of the Throne.
But he had become old, very old, and his once erect and commanding frame was now bent, and his step was less steady, though his arm had not lost its power.
The stoutest frame is not exempt from the approach of disease, and the man who was never unwell in his life must expect to sink and to die. The aged patriarch was sinking. He could not conceal it from himself or others. He felt that he was, for the first time, mastered. A violent fever seized him'; he was soon stretched on the bed, and groaned in pain. And he felt that he should soon die. There was no mistaking the symptoms of approaching death. Probably they were more obvious to him than they would have been to one who was oftener under the power of disease.
Yet in this time of trial to his faith the old patriarch was true to himself, and true to the profession he had often made before many witnesses. He was strong in God; and, strengthening himself in the power of his might, he was ready to wrestle with the angel of death. A quarter of a century ago his wife had died in his arms, and he had had a solitary