Page images

Martha or Mary.
I CANNOT choose ; I should have liked so much
To sit at Jesus' feet,—to feel the touch
Of His kind, gentle hand upon my head
While drinking in the gracious words He said.
And yet to serve Him !--oh, divine employ,–
To minister and give the Master joy,
To bathe in coolest springs His weary feet,
And wait upon Him while He sat at meat !
Worship or service,—which? Ah, that is best
To which He calls me, be it toil or rest, –
To labour for Him in life's busy stir,
Or seek His feet a silent worshipper.
So let Him choose for us ; we are not strong
To make the choice ; perhaps we should go wrong,
Mistaking zeal for service, sinful sloth
For loving worship,-and so fail of both.


Household Treasury.

HONESTY THE BEST POLICY. One day the Duke of Buccleuch, a Scotch nobleman, bought a cow in the neighbourhood of Dalkeith, where he lived. The cow was to be sent home the next day. Early in the morning, as the duke was taking a walk in a very common dress, he saw a boy trying in vain to drive the cow to his residence. The cow was very unruly, and the poor boy could not get on with her at all. The boy not knowing the duke, bawled out to him in broad Scotch accent,

“Hie, mun, come here and gie's a hand wi' this beast."

The duke walked slowly on, not seeming to notice the boy, who still kept calling for his help. At last, finding that he could not get on with the cow, he cried out in distress, “Come here, mun, and help us, and as sure as anything I'll gie ye half I get."

The duke went and lent a helping hand.

“And now," said the duke as they trudged along after the cow, much do you think you will get for the job ?”

“I dinna ken," said the boy, " but I'm sure o' something, for the folks at the big house are guid to a' bodies.”

As they came to a lane near the house the duke slipped away from the boy and entered by a different way. Calling his butler, he put a sovereign in his hand, saying, “Give that to the boy who has brought the cow."

" how He then returned to the end of the lane where he had parted from the boy, so as to meet him on his way back.

“Well, how much did you get?" asked the duke.
A shilling,” said the boy, "and there's the half o' it to ye."
But surely you had more than a shilling ?” said the duke.

"No," said the boy, sure that's a' I got; and d'ye {no think it's plenty?"

“I do not,” said the duke ;“ there must be some mistake; and as I am acquainted with the duke, if you return, I think I'll get you more.”

They went back : the duke rang the bell, and ordered all the servants to be assembled. M" Now," said the duke to the boy, " point me out the person who gave you the shilling.”

It was that chap there with the apron,” said he, pointing to the butler.

The butler fell on his knees, confessed his fault, and begged to be forgiven; but the duke indignantly ordered him to give the boy the sovereign and quit his service immediately. “ You have lost," said he, "your money, your situation, and your character, by your deceitfulness ; learn for the future that honesty is the best policy.

The boy now found out who it was that helped to drive the cow; and the duke was so pleased with the manliness and honesty of the boy, that he sent him to school and provided for him at his own expense.

KEEPING FAITH. SIR WILLIAM NAPIER was one day taking a long country walk, when he met a little girl about five years old sobbing over a broken bowl. She had dropped and broken it in bringing it back from the field to which she had taken her father's dinner, and she said she would be beaten on her return home for having broken it. As she said this, a sudden gleam of hope seemed to cheer her. She innocently looked up into Sir William's face and said, “ But you can mend it, can't you ?" He explained that he could not mend the bowl; but the trouble he could overcome by the gift of a sixpence to buy another. However, on opening his purse, it was empty of silver, and he had to make amends by promising to meet his little friend on the same spot, at the same hour next day, and to bring sixpence with him ; bidding her meanwhile to tell her mother she had seen a (gentleman'who would bring her the money for the bowl next day. The child entirely trusting him, went on her way comforted. On his return home he found an invitation awaiting him to dine in Bath the following evening, to meet some one whom he especially wished to see. He hesitated for some little time, trying to calculate the possibility of giving the (meeting to his little friend of the broken bowl, and still being in time for the dinner party in Bath ; but finding this could not be, he wrote to decline accepting the invitation, on the plea of a "pre-engagement,” saying, “I cannot disappoint her; she trusted me."




To the long list of obituaries contained in the EVANGELICAL MAGAZINE is now to be added one respecting the Rev. W. Grigsby, last pastor of the Tabernacle, Moorfields, who has recently passed away from earthly service to a heavenly reward. That departed servant of God was born in the year 1808, at Maidstone. He was a child of pious parents who

connected with Week Street Chapel, in that town. When young he engaged in Sabbath-school instruction, the delivery of addresses, and in due time in preaching the Gospel to villagers and others, who might be gathered in the kitchens of farm-houses and other places as opportunity was offered. At length he attracted the notice of Christian friends, and received a cordial invitation from the church at Staplehurst to become its pastor. His preparation for pulpit and pastoral work was aided by the counsel of the Rev. Samuel Ransom, late classical tutor of Hackney College.

He removed to Zion Chapel, Dover, where he ministered for fourteen years. Having a robust frame he seldom felt fatigued. His labours were abundant. Frequently on the morning of the Lord's day at 9, he preached on the quay to sailors, and in the evening at the end of the Parade to large assemblages of persons, witnessing to small and great the glorious Gospel of the blessed God. At times, during the Crimean war, having a drumhead for his pulpit, he would serve for the Presbyterian minister, the office of chaplain to the Highlanders, who were quartered in the garrison of the town. In the year 1859 he was called to unite with the late Rev. Dr. Campbell in the pastoral duties of the Tabernacle church and congregation, Moorfields, London, of which that distinguished

evangelist, George Whitefield, was the founder. By that relationship he was introduced to the succession of sainted men of the past, and of good ministers still living—the Revs. Torial Joss, Matthew Wilks, J. A. Knight, John Hyatt, J. W. Richardson, and J. Corbin.

The position was one requiring capabilities of no ordinary character, but which Mr. Grigsby filled with much judgment and such pulpit ability as to secure the admiration and affectionate esteem of his colleague. The Church at the Tabernacle he faithfully served for more than seventeen years. During the later period of his ministry, he successfully carried through the important work of building the chapel and schools at a cost of nearly £10,000. These excellent edifices are his "memorial in stone of his indefatigable and selfdenying labours.

The truths which he taught during the course of' his ministry embodied the doctrines which his predecessors proclaimed, testifying to his hearers repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ. The Holy Scriptures were highly prized by him, and from them he drew for him. self the consolation which he much required during the whole course of his life, having had continuously many trials grievous to be borne. He preached his last discourse on the first Lord's day in September. During its delivery he had a presentiment that he might not again minister to his beloved flock.

On the Saturday before his death, his medical attendant intimated to him that he was unable to afford further aid, and that it was a question of hours how long he had to live. He was not cast down, and expressed his feelings by saying, “I know in whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that


[ocr errors]

which I have committed unto Him." At times during his illaess he was surprised at his not being able to look forward to death with more resignation. On on occasion he said, “ The sense of death is very present with me now.” At which he was asked if he were afraid. He replied, “No, why should I be? The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom should I fear?” He affectionately bade his children “Remember the words which I spake while I was yet with you.” Conscious, though in great pain, he lingered on during the Lord's day, heedless of a storm which raged during the afternoon. While bells were ringing, calling congregations to the house of prayer, he entered the house not made with hands-oternal and on high, and into the world of unbroken harmony and praise. This he did in the presence of sorrowing children, seven of whom survive to mourn their loss. W.T.

[ocr errors]

he served " the office of a deacon well.' In 1856 he was one of the first to per. ceive and deplore the need of spiritual provision in that part of the city in which the last-named place of worship now stands, and in wise and hearty cooperation with the pastors and church members of the two Independent churches then in existence, he took vigorous steps to supply that need. The united effort was very successful, and the prosperity of the young church gave him constant pleasure. Not that he limited his interest, here it only found a home. One of the most liberal supporters of the Norfolk Congregational Union, and a zealous friend of the London Missionary Society, he was yet more abundant in hidden labour-a large class of young men was gathered and held together by him at his own house during the best years of his life, proving his attachment to and success in the work of teaching. With much modesty he blended the fervour of a devout soul with untiring usefulness, and when life on earth was failing in the close and happy fellowship of the beloved companion of his life, the Lord whom he early found and growingly loved, and whose joy was the strength of his service, became

now most graciously his shield and comforter. The shades of evening fell and the night closed in with no sadder testi. mony than this:-" Thy lovingkindness is better than life.” Mr. Jarrold entered into rest June 2nd, 1876, and his remains were interred in the Rosary Cemetery, Norwich, the Thursday fellowing.

P. C.


MR. JARROLD was born at Dallinghoo, near Woodbridge, Sufylk, March, 1810. His name has become most widely known as one of the three brothers who for many years past have composed the firm of Jarrold and Sons--a firm which, from its houses in London and Norwich, has sent out a steady stream of pure educational literature. In the Church of Christ, however, Mr. Jarrold will be best remembered for his zeal and in. dustry; in connection first with the old meeting-house, Norwich, and subse. quently with the Chapel-in-the-Field in that city, in both of which churches

Notices of Books. The British Quarterly Reriew. crisis. It gives much valuable infor.

No. CXXVIII. October 1st, 1876. mation. The first article, on “ Secular (Hodder and Stoughton.)

Change of Climate," is a review of An able article in the British Quarterly Geikie's “Great Ice Age," and Croll's for October, on “ The Turks in rope," " Theory of Secular Changes of the will be read with interest at the present Earth's Climate." Nr. Croll endeavours

book we felt indebted to the author for the pains he had taken to supply a fund of useful and valuable knowledge to the reader.

[ocr errors]

to account for the eras of intense heat, followed by eras of intense cold, on our earth's surface, by calculations based on the eccentricity of the earth's orbit at long intervals. He takes for granted, however, what cannot be proved—that the solar forces, the light and heat of the sun, have, through all ages, been uniform, or nearly so. The other articles in the number are interesting and will repay perusal. Golden Lane. Quaint Adcen

tures and Life Pictures. By G. HOLDEN PIKE. (London: James

Clarke and Co.) This is a book of no common interest. It contains a portrait of the Earl of Shaftesbury, the President of the Mission, and an introduction from his pen. It also contains a portrait of Mr. Orsman, whose name among costers is quite an institution, and of whom the Earl speaks in the highest terms, from an intimate acquaintance with his successful labours.

Mr. Pike has made his readers familiar with strange

and sounds, for which they were scarcely prepared; but we thank him for the important information he has given us respecting a class of the community too much neglected, and we think the book, which is well illustrated, cannot fail to render Golden Lane Mission essential service. East London Industries. Ву

W. GLENNY CRORY. (London :

Longmang, Green, and Co.) We knew that the East of London was a busy place, but we were not aware of the extent of its “industries.” The author of this interesting and instructive volume has given us a large amount of useful information about jute manufacturing, iron shipbuilding, paper .staining, the silk trade, crinoline and corset making, floor-cloth making, the Baroness Burdett Coutts' gifts, the Bethnal Green Museum, London Hogpital, &c., &c. On laying down the


American Pictures, drauen with

Pen and Pencil. By the Rev.

don : Religious Tract Society.) A very handsome gift book, full of illustrations well executed, while the amount of information given respecting America is exceedingly interesting and instructive. The Teacher's Theme ; or, Jesus

only." A Series of Addresses to Senior Sabbath-school Scholars. By J. GOODACRE. (London : Elliot

Stock.) Twelve addresses written for reading, all relating to some or other of the characters of Christ. A pious and praiseworthy endeavour to set forth the great theme. The Temperance Reformation and

the Christian Church. A Prize Essay. By the Rev. JAMES SNITH, M.A. (London ; Hodder and

Stoughton.) We have long felt that the subject so ably treated in this volume must soon become the subject of the day. We welcome this work, with all its reliable statistics and valuable information, which we cordially commend to the attention of our readers—especially to our ministerial friends, because of the unbounded influence they possess and exert. Stephen Grattan's Faith: a Cana

dian Story; and Mackerel Will.

(London : Religious Tract Society.) Both these tales are good, and the latter would be better if it were rather less sensational. The first tale shows that Christian love is the power of reclaiming the drunkard; and the second, that it is the means of elevating the ignorant and the wretched.

« PreviousContinue »