Besides these journeyings and fightings, Andrew Fuller had to keep up a constant correspondence with the missionaries, to see to their supplies, and to conduct a paper war with the East India Company, who were trying hard to thwart their operations. Let it be well remembered that their efforts proved entirely fruitless, through the intervention of the Marquis of Wellesley.

The old minute-book tells of a not very polite note received from a shipping clerk, wherein he threatens to sell a large package (directed T. and C.), to pay for warehouse room, if it were not immediately taken away. A committee meeting was held on this mysterious package, and Andrew Fuller was unanimously deputed to go to London to see after it.

Smile not, good reader, at the authority of a committee being required in those days to send a secretary from Northamptonshire to London. The luxury of coaches had then been hardly introduced; for the first stage-coach blew its blast through the green fields of England, and crossed the Cheviot hills, in the year 1788, on its way from London to Edinburgh. Those were the days in which men made their wills, and left affectionate messages, before they ventured far from home. On inspecting the cask in question, it was found to contain supplies sent to India a long while before, and having had some mysterious connection with Copenhagen, had reached the office in London again in safety. The minute-book adds, with a note of admiration, "Alas, we now find that our brethren had perished, if they had not engaged in trade!" The explanation being, that the committee, hearing that the missionaries were getting a livelihood by work, had addressed a remonstrance to them, on the ground that it might check their missionary zeal.

Looking once more, and finally, into the minute-book, I find a striking answer to an objection commonly taken to the missionary movement," that it carries sympathies out of the nation, for which there is plenty of need at home, and that the feeling which prompts it depends a good deal for its life on the mere love of distant scenes and novel events;" which feeling Coleridge put into the statement, "that if a railway were opened to the moon, every one would take

shares." I find that, in those early days of straitened funds, in consideration of the ignorant state of Cornwall, the society employed, at two different times, no less than four missionaries! and frequently gave aid to village interests.

And now, alas, the minute-book draws to a close, for the hand of the writer was growing weary, while the soul that moved it "waxed stronger and stronger!" In the year 1815, Andrew Fuller was working at his desk in the study at Kettering for more than twelve hours a-day, his strength hourly failing from the heavy toil. His wife sits quietly at work by his side, but the tears will fall upon the knitted hose.

An exclamation escapes the over-tasked husband, scanning his work in all its stages: "That which is crooked cannot be made straight, and that which is lacking cannot be numbered." She must speak now, and so looking up sadly, she says, "You have hardly time to speak to me now, friends at home are kind, but they also say, 'You have no time to see or know us ;' you will soon be worn out." He replies solemnly, yet tenderly, "I know it, but I cannot be worn out at better work."

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It was too true! The hands still" held the ropes " with a firm grasp, but it was plain to all that the strain was too much. Before we see the grasp released, let us take one more glimpse of the mine below. Wonderful work was going on there, and every now and then a cry came cheerily up the shaft, that jewels shining with immortality rewarded the long toil of the searcher. If the reader would know the result of these first missionary labours in India, let him turn to the tenth memoir "respecting the translation of the Sacred Scriptures into the Oriental languages by the Serampore brethren." After perusing it, let him say whether history has recorded any literary labours of greater magnitude. It is enough now to say that, after a full record of the work accomplished the memoir touchingly concludes, saying, "that the original mover of this great design is yet alive, and though feeble, in the full possession of his faculties." The "consecrated cobbler" lived to see two hundred and twelve thousand volumes of the Scriptures translated by himself and brethren into forty languages, and to know that these languages at the most moderate computation were spoken by two hundred and seventy millions of immortal beings! Two years after the

compilation of this volume, William Carey languished into life" in the warm eastern air, often trying to the manhood of colder lands, but a gentle nurse to the old and dying.

The "Gospel Worthy of all Acceptation" written on the living page was coming to an end. At the same time that Andrew Fuller was feeling that he had not very long to live, he heard that his companion in work and council, Sutcliff, was on his dying bed. Well," said he, "the government is upon his shoulders, ours will soon be from under the load; but while we are reducing in number and increasing in labour, ours may be heavier for a time." Yes it was heavier, but only "for a time;" the letter containing these words is under date March 24, and he died in the May of the following year. The day of darkness to his own

family, and to the church with which for many years he had been connected, came at length. To him a day of light, and a day on which he uttered calm, strong words about the unknown land before him. Hear them, reader," My mind is calm,-no raptures, no despondency; my hope is such that I am not afraid to plunge into eternity."

On Sabbath-day May 7, 1816, he is listening eagerly to his congregation singing in the "meeting-house" adjoining his house. The simple strains he had so often joined before, now stir a voiceless music in his soul. Turning to his child, he says, "I wish I had strength, Sarah."-" To do what, father?"" To worship, child." He did worship; and though all unheard by mortal ears, the strain mingled with another melody, and was heard upon another shore !

allow.

When I was between seven and eight years old, I went to a day-school in the neighbourhood; and nearly every morning, on my way there, I used to step in at Mrs. Bennett's, to see her little girl, Lizzie, the dearest little thing that ever lived, about three years old.

One morning I found Mrs. Bennett making a dress for Lizzie, of the most beau tiful calico. I thought it the prettiest I had ever seen. I had read of fairies, princes, and genii, and I thought it must have taken six of each of those all-powerful beings to have composed and created such a lovely fabric. I wished I had a piece of it to put in a patch-work quilt which I was making; but did not like to ask for any.

Oh, how pretty it was! The longing grew intense. Mrs. Bennett's back was turned. I picked up a three-cornered piece from the floor, and hid it in my bosom.

In two or three minutes I was on my way to school, every now and then looking at my beautiful calico, and thinking how cleverly I had managed to get it. But all at once it

struck me that I had stolen it! and I began to feel very badly. At school I couldn't attend to my lessons; there seemed to be great lumps in my throat, and the tricornered piece of calico, in my bosom, felt as if it were piercing me with every point.

My teacher asked me if I felt sick. I was going to reply "Yes," but fortunately 1 thought in time: "No, I will not tell a lie, besides stealing." So I answered that I felt badly.

She very kindly told me to go out in the play-ground for a little while. Oh, how I wished she had not been so kind; if she only knew what a wicked girl I was, would she speak to me again ?"

I went out, and determined to get rid of the calico; but where to put it! Everybody would be sure to see it, and know I stole it. I spied a hole in a post, and thought that that would do for a hiding-place. I squeezed it in, and fancied that I felt happier; but the bright and beautiful colours haunted me yet. The children would see it. I must find some more secure place. I got it again, and tried to chew and swallow it. But it would not do. Oh, how wretched I was beginning to feel!

On my way from school, I had to cross a bridge over a running stream of water, and there I thought I could get rid of it. I threw it over, and watched it slowly floating

along. Now it whirled in a little eddy; and now came swimming back again.

Would it never float out of sight? and if it did, where would it go? Wouldn't it be sure to float right in front of some one who would know that it was Mrs. Bennett's calico, and that I had stole it?

While I leaned over the bridge, and watched it with all the agony of childish remorse, it caught against the root of a bush which grew upon the bank. Yes, there it stuck, where every one would see it. I was sure they couldn't and wouldn't see any. thing else. I heard waggon-wheels coming, -coming towards the bridge.

I felt certain that Mrs. Bennett was in that waggon, and all my uncles, and aunts, and playmates, and every one that knew me. They would all see the calico, and know I had been stealing. I climbed over the bridge at the risk of breaking my neck, crept down the bank, and hid until the waggon had passed.

When all was quiet 1 came out of my hiding-place and tried to reach the calico; but my arm was too short. I took off my shoes and stockings. Oh, if any one should see me now! With a desperate effort I reached the calico. But what should I do with it, now I had got it? While putting on my shoes and stockings, I determined what to do. I ran along towards home. I reached Mrs. Bennett's. She was sitting near the open window. I opened the gate, went up to the window, threw in the piece

of calico, and was running away when she called after me.

"Sarah, my dear child, what ails you ?" I hardly dared to turn back; but she called again. I went in slowly.

"Why, Sarah, what is the matter with you? you look quite pale. What did you throw the piece of calico in the window for?"

"I stole it," said I, desperately expecting that she would look horrified, and tell me never to come into her house any more; that she couldn't have such a wicked girl play with her dear little Lizzie. She put down her work, laid hold of my hand, drew me towards her, put her arm around me, and said pitying, "My poor child!"'

I had not shed a tear all the day; but my head felt as if it would split, and my throat ached. Those three words opened the flood-gates of my poor little heart. I leaned my head on her bosom, and burst into tears. "Sarah, dear," she said, as she held me close to her, "tell me all about it."

I did tell her, and my heart grew lighter and lighter. When I had finished, she said, "I am sure I need not say a word to add to your sorrow; you have suffered enough today, and I don't think you will ever be tempted to be dishonest again. Take some of these pieces of calico, and put them in your patch-work, and whenever you see them, remember this day."

My children sleep under the quilt now, and it is an unfailing monitor.

UNIVERSAL PROVIDENCE OF GOD.-The experienced disciple sees the most trivial incidents entering into the counsels of God's all-grasping government. Is Kish to have his son made king of Israel? The straying of the beasts, because they found the fence low, or saw the herbage beyond it greener, the roving fancy of a brute herd, brings the youth to the prophet who is to crown him. The woman of Samaria needs, as is her daily wont, to fill her urn at the well, and her unconscious errand is to meet in that memorable day, salvation incarnate in that Messiah, whom the world had for centuries been expecting. Zaccheus climbs the tree from curiosity; the blind man sat by the way-side to intercept the passing traveller's gift; the lame man is borne to the gate Beautiful of the Temple, to win by the old spectacle of his distress the daily pittance of alms; and for all these the gospel is waiting thus, to meet and bless them eternally. Nothing is petty in

God's government. So, too, how strange the chemistry of heaven, that from evil extracts its own good and blessed ends. How many, and long cherished, and murderous must have been the grudgings of Joseph's brethren against the lad with the coat of many colours; but all their unbrotherly love, and Reuben's lie and the Midianites' covetousness,-all are to prepare for the feeding of Jacob and his household in famine, and to make way for the wonders of the liberation of Israel from the house of bondage. Look at Pharaoh's obduracy and unblushing falsehood, as miracle after miracle wrests a fresh and larger promise from him in favour of the chosen tribes to be afresh forfeited and falsified. How daring his defiance of Jehovah; but Jehovah sees the end from the beginning, and all this impenitence, so tantalizing and exasperating to the Hebrews, is but the foreground of that picture in whose dim distance are seen Egypt and her gods con

founded, the Red Sea cleft, and the thundering Sinai, and the subdued and apportioned Canaan. Look at Goliath, and Saul, and Doeg, and Absalom, and Shimei, all mad against David's life, but all tributary to his best interests. See, in the latter times, the school of Gamaliel, and the massacre of Stephen; the letters of the High Priest,all fitting Saul of Tarsus to be a relentless persecutor, a ravening wolf of the tribe of Benjamin, as successful as he is savage in his quest of the lambs of Christ's sheepfold. No, man and Satan so meant it. But God otherwise disposed what man and fiend proposed. His rabinic learning is to write the Epistles to the Hebrews. His zeal in persecution is to seal the genuineness of his conversion, and to guard his humility. -Dr. Williams.

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. Ten thousand, human beings being set forth together on their journey. After ten years, one-third, at least, have dissppeared. At the middle point of the common measure of life, but half are still upon the road. Faster and

faster, as the ranks grow thinner, they that remain till now become weary, and lie down and rise no more. At threescore and ten, a band of some four hundred yet struggle on. At ninety, these have been reduced to a handful of thirty trembling patriarchs. Year after year they fall in diminishing numbers. One lingers, perhaps, a lonely marvel, till the century is over. We look again, and the work of death is finished.-Bp. Burgess.

HELPING THE PREACHER. Dr. Beecher once said to an old lady who had expressed her wonder to him that she was permitted to live, as she could not do any more good. "You are doing a great deal of good; you help me to preach every Sunday." She was greatly surprised, and enquired how it could be. "In the first place," said he,

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you are always in your seat on the Sabbath, and that helps me; in the second place, you are always wide awake, and you look right into my face, and that helps me; in the third place, I often see the tears running down your face, and that helps me very much."

NOTES OF THE MONTH.

POLITICAL.

The Parliamentary Oaths Bill has been again rejected by the House of Lords. The Lords seem, in this matter, resolved to disregard the repeatedly expressed determination of the country. The matter has not, however, been allowed to rest, for Mr. Dillwyn has entered on the journals of the House of Commons a notice of motion, withdrawn, however, for the present, by which the Commons would settle the question at once for themselves; and Lord John Russell has also introduced a Bill declaratory of the right of Members of Parliament to take the oaths in the manner most binding on their consciences. At present the probability is that these efforts will fail for this Session, in consequence of the indifference of Lord Palmerston, who alone could carry them to a successful issue: but there is no doubt that the question will be settled speedily, either with or without the House of Lords; and if the Lords persist in their short-sighted policy, a resolution similar to Mr. Dillwyn's will be sooner or later carried. It is preposterous that in these days the Lords should be allowed to stand in the way of the progress of the people.

Considerable uneasiness has been occasioned during the month by the news of revolt amongst the Sepoys in India. No less than twenty-six thousand of these native soldiers have revolted from the supreme government. And they have celebrated their revolt by scenes of devastation and bloodshed almost too fearful to be credited. At the time we write Delhi remains in their hands, though every day is expected to bring the news of their defeat and destruction in that city. The saddest news

for us is that several missionaries of our own and other denominations have been cruelly murdered: amongst them Mr. Mackay, formerly a student in Horton College, Bradford; and Mrs. Thompson and her two daughters, the widow and children of the missionary of that name. We trust that this awful event will be overruled for good, especially in leading to wiser administration of the affairs of our great Eastern Empire.

In France, Louis Napoleon has had several causes of anxiety. It will be remembered that at the late elections in Paris several Republicans were elected by large majorities; and the question has been, What would the elected of Paris do? Would they, the Republicans of them,take the Oath of Allegiance, which would be required of them before they could enter the National Assembly, or would they refuse to take the Oath, and thus throw upon the Government the odium of refusing a place to the elect of a hundred thousand voters? The latest intelligence informs us that they will not take the Oath that is, that three, the most important of them, Cavaignac, Haux, and Carnot, will not. What will be the effect of this decision remains to be seen.

a "protest against the refuge granted by England to Italian refugees." According to another, the Italian Powers, including Austria, are to address a "joint demand to the English Cabinet not to allow Mazzini and his fellows to remain in England." It is even said that Lord Palmerston has been already induced to promise that Mazzini shall, henceforth, be closely watched. We trust that all this is but a revival of rumours which prevailed some time ago, and which afterwards appeared to be without foundation. But such rumours are seldom without foundation. They always mean something. We may rely on it that there is something in the wind now. It remains for the English people to take care they are not betrayed into the cession of their proudest privilege, by either Emperor or Premier.

News from the United States is not of much significance. The Hon. W. L. Marcy, ex-Secretary of the United States, has died suddenly at an advanced age. He was a man of great ability and integrity, and was up to the time of his death-what we were not before aware of-a member of a Baptist congregation in his native town. There have been riots in New York, in which eight persons were killed. We are glad to see that the telegraph works are proceeding satisfactorily. At a banquet given by the shareholders of the Atlantic Telegraph Company, to the officers of the Niagara and Susquehanna, on Monday night, Mr. J. C. Bright made the interesting statement that three weeks hence he had every reason to believe Queen Victoria would be able to send a telegraphic message to the American President.

ECCLESIASTICAL.

The Baptist Union has held its meetings in Nottingham since our last. We are glad to state that the meetings were well attended, especially by brethren of the General Baptist body. The usual resolutions were passed. We cannot help expressing our gratification at the result of the meetings in one direction, namely, in promoting the union of the two sections of General and Particular Baptists. Our readers know that the union of these two bodies is an event which we have more than once advocated, and which we earnestly desire to see accomplished. It was delightful to us, therefore, to witness the spirit of unity which pervaded the meetings. As one of the speakers truly remarked, it did not then seem as if there were any such distinction as that of General and Particular Baptists. All met as brethren, and as brethren parted; and from first to last there was nothing but the utmost love and brotherliness, not so much expressed in words, after the modern fashion, as shown by the ardent desire of common objects, and the self-forgetting pursuit of the same great ends. We cannot but augur well for the future from the success of these meetings.

The Sunday evening services in Exeter Hall continue. They, as well as Mr. Spur

geon's services in Surrey Hall, continue to be as well attended as ever.

The following extract of a letter has just been forwarded to us. We insert it with pleasure, as a proof that something is being done in Australia. The friend who writes the letter left England, with about twelve others, about five years since. Others have since joined them. They are living at Henton, near Morpeth, on the Hunter River, County Durham, New South Wales. It is pleasing to know that they are all prospering in worldly affairs, and have resolved to dedicate a certain portion yearly to the cause of God and spread of the Gospel in their neighbourhood. The following is the extract referred to:-"I must tell you what we are about at Henton. We are building a chapel, and have got the walls partly up, and about £200 towards the building. We have also a Sunday school of about sixty children. We have got an excellent minister, and have agreed to give him £150 for the first year.

BAPTIST COLLEGE, BRISTOL.

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The annual meeting of this institution, was held on Wednesday June 24th. In the morning Divine service was held in Broadmead chapel, after which essays were read by two of the students, the first by Mr. J. Davies, on "The Gospel the great remedy for social evils," and the second by Mr. Poole, on "Living for others." An address to the assembled students was also read by the Rev. J. P. Mursell, of Leicester. subject was, "A zealous Ministry,-its qualifications and its work." The meeting for business was held in the vestry of the above-named chapel, under the presidency of S. Leonard, Esq. The report stated that the following candidates had been received for the usual term of probation:-Messrs. James Webly, Gloucester; R. H. Roberts, Carmarthen; D. Davis, Haverfordwest; James S. Bailey, Stroud; F. T. Reed, London; T. Rose, Kettering; E. Pegler, King Stanley. Three students, in their second year, Mr. E. H. Davis, Mr. E. Wilks, and Mr. R. H. Moses, matriculated in the London University last July, and were each in the first class; two others, Mr. E. H. Sturmer and Mr. J. W. Moore, now in their first year, would go through the approaching examination in July. The Rev. T. S. Crisp, the President of the College, read the report of the course of studies which had been pursued by the students, and also the report of the examiners. The Secretary (Mr. G. C. Ashmead) then read the treasurer's account, which showed that the finances, to a certain extent, were in a satisfactory condition, inasmuch as the debt due to the treasurer, which last year amounted to £325. 7s. Id., had been reduced to £34. 9s. 4d. The resolutions were moved by the Revs. J. J. Brown, C. J. Rodway, J. C. Butterworth, Dr. Biggs, C. Daniell, and Mr. G. Leonard. The examiners, whose reports were read, were the Revs. D. Thomas, G. C. Daniell, F. Bosworth, H. Craik, J. C. Butterworth, and J. Bunder,