lies in the dust, his prayers will still bear fruit amongst us, as the prayers of pious parents accompany their children through life, long after their own lips have been sealed in death. God grant that his prayers may still overshadow the Bethlehem Church and the Hospital, that the peace of God may dwell within it; God grant that his prayers may still remain in India, in Russia, and in all parts of Germany, where he laboured. I know that his one desire was that all those who heard him preach should be saved. The power of his preaching lay not so much in the beauty of his thoughts and the eloquence of his language, as in the fervency of his prayers. The confession of his faith rose direct from his praying heart, and thus sunk in the hearts of his hearers. Whilst coming here it was told me that his most gracious majesty the King once visited the Elizabeth Hospital; being pleased with what he saw, he asked Gossner if he had any especial wish which it would be in his power to grant. Pointing his finger to heaven, Gossner said, 'My wish is, your Majesty, to be certain of your being a subject of my King there.' The same wish now rises from his tomb, and if you wish to honour his memory, do so by walking in the ways of Christ, his and our Lord. Would that we could all lay the old man in this grave, and from henceforth walk in newness of life. The power of his spiritual life consisted in the never-ending warfare he waged with the world, the flesh, and the devil. His words were nails and spears when he attacked the old man; but they were sweet and lovely when he spoke of his Saviour, and his grace and love. He could reprove severely, and feel a holy wrath when he came in contact with the unbelief of the times, or the self-righteousness of the old man ; but he could also comfort poor sinners, and raise the dejected; and those with whom he once became acquainted shared the benefit of his prayers for the rest of their lives."

All who leave the service of Satan are sure to leave with a bad character, and the Devil never recommends any one of them to enter the service of the Lord Jesus Christ. But it should be remembered that the wages of sin are death; the reward that Christ gives is eternal joy.-Silverton.

FINGER POSTS IN "THE RIGHT WAY."

NCE I remember sitting in Openshaw Rectory with the

genuine godliness in the soul I much admired. Very lately, this good Rector has preached and printed a sermon with this title" RIGHT, OR WRONG, WHICH ?" and it is so remarkably clear and discriminating, that I would gladly send many hundreds of thousands of them into this country. Toward the end of the sermon, the preacher gives some of

"THE EXPERIENCES OF THE TRAVELLERS IN THE RIGHT WAY."

As we are travelling on toward an eternity of happiness or of horror; and as I think all God's quickened children often need to be confirmed in the real fact that they are in the right way, I give the different experiences of the different conditions of the children of God who are in Zion's narrow path. Mr. Parks says:

"1. Some can hardly realise the fact that they are on the right way at all. They are filled with doubt and misgivings. They want to be right, but they often fear they are not. They want to do good, but evil is present with them. They hate sin, but it is ever following them. They flee from it, but it is as swift as they are. They want to serve the Lord with all their heart, but how to perform it they know not!

"2. Some, again, after they have travelled awhile, feel as if they had no sure footing. Their language, then, is that of the Psalmist I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me! (Psalm lxix. 2.) Ah, there is great sorrow of heart and much dejection of spirit in the poor traveller then! Satan, too, comes and says to him, 'Where is your boasted "Rock" now? Where is your

covenant-keeping God now? See! you are all but overwhelmed!'

“3. Others hardly ever lift up their heads during their pilgrimage. It seems as if they could never take courage to look up. Whether this arises from consciousness of more than ordinary sin, or from the short measure of grace given, I cannot determine; but certain it is that there are many who are on the right road whose language is uninterruptedly that of the publican in the parable- God be merciful to me a sinner.' They never seem to get beyond that.

"4. Others, again, walk as if they were cripples: so uneven is their gait; ay, and sometimes they stumble as they walk, and sometimes actually fall! But, Oh! what weeping and mourning there are to be observed then amongst the travellers! What lamentation over the folly wrought in Israel, and what godly sorrow on the part of those who have wrought it! (2 Cor. vii. 9, 10.)

"5. Occasionally there is the sound of merriment and rejoicing amongst the travellers, but it is only when there has been some extraordinary and marvellous manifestation of the Lord's love and care, when the Lord has wonderfully answered prayer, or miraculously rescued a traveller from a desperate assault of Satan. No sooner, however, have the echoes of praise died away than there is a counteraction experienced. The lately singing pilgrims are again found sighing. They themselves have either received a fiery dart from the evil one, or are called upon to sympathise with others who have for the moment succumbed to Satanic, or fleshly, or worldly influence.

"On all hands the experience of travellers on the right way is this, viz. They are subject to many changes. Hardly two days of their journey are alike. If they rejoice one day, they have to sorrow the next. If they walk in light one day, perhaps they walk in darkness the next. But this they can assert, that though they are ready to say with Job, Changes are against me' (Job. x. 17), yet those very changes are instrumental in bringing them into nearer contact with God, whom they find to be kinder than ever in the midst of sorrow and grief of soul.

A VILLAGE ANNIVERSARY AND A GROUP OF GOSPEL MEN.

"The saints on earth, and all the dead,

But one communion make,

All join in Christ their living Head,
And of His grace partake.

In such society as this

My weary soul would rest;

The man that dwells where Jesus is,

Must be for ever blest."

LD FORD is only a village running on one side of Victoria

Park, and in connection with the old Roman Road, of the antiquities of which, some day, I may write a chapter. But the population in and around this village is immense;—to see, therefore, little churches springing up in the midst, is a pleasing sight, and cheerful to all who love the road which leads to Zion's hill. We have a very industrious clergyman in St. Stephen's church: two chaste little Wesleyan cottages, or chapels, I suppose I must call them; a small congregational church; and in the British school rooms, two years since, I was permitted to form a Particular Baptist Church, and where (through a succession of strange dispensations) I have laboured in the Gospel; and, I hope, not in vain. When I came here, I was bound in black sorrow, and often sank as in deep despair; but, from time to time, I am carried out in much earnest concern for the souls of the people. August 16th and 17th, we held our second anniversary. Both my sermons were from texts pressed home on my spirit: the morning was in John's epistle: "This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith." I had some precious views of the different branches of the faith of God's elect, such as I never remember before. In the evening I had Psalm xcviii.: "O sing unto the Lord a new song, for He hath done marvellous things: His own right hand, and His holy arm hath gotten him THE VICTORY." The victory Christ hath gotten for His people is temporal,

evangelical, experimental, and eternal. I pray for a victory over every foe, fear, fault, and failing; for FREEDOM in and by JESUS, and FREEDOM with and through JESUs, is the only real blessing. If ever my soul was like a hind let loose, it was that night.

The next day, John Brunt came from Colnbrook, and gave us a neat sermon on the new song sung before the throne. A closely packed company took tea, and then the delivery of addresses commenced.

A photograph of the scene would make an interesting picture. I had the honour to preside: high on the platform they placed me, so that though "little indeed," every one could see me. On my right hand sat that fine embodiment of Christian harmonythe venerable Elijah Packer-whose reading and singing of hymns so many years has rendered him a favourite in Zion. He will be quite at home in heaven; and if there is anything like one getting nearer the throne than another, the happy spirit of our faithful leader will then press forward to swell that happy

song

"Now to the Lamb that once was slain

Be endless blessings paid,

Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on thy head.

Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free;

Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And Now we reign with Thee."

They will be cheering words, in a happy place, and all without alloy. Oh! how the softly rolling thunders and gently swelling choruses of ten thousand times ten thousand hearts and tongues (all one in heaven) will lift the name of Jesus high!

"Now they approach the Almighty throne,
With loud hosannas night and day.

Sweet anthems to the great THREE-ONE,
Measure their blest eternity.

The LAMB who fills the middle throne

Sheds all around his milder beams;

See now they feast on His rich love,

And dwell in joys from living streams."

But I am not in heaven yet: no more is my kind brother