in those things of which thou art now ashamed, for the end of those things is death." Ah said he, “I feel that the way of trangressors is hard. I am in this way but how to retreat, Oh! there's the difficulty! He spoke this in so loud a tone of voice, that a plain looking man who was on the other side of the hedge heard him distinctly, and exclaimed, "Why, escape for thy life, look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain, escape to the mountain, to the mountain, my young man, lest thou be consumed."

Astonished, surprised, and confounded, Elworthy halted.

"Did you speak to me?"

Certainly young man, I see you are in a difficulty; you are gone from the path, take my advice, Go to your heavenly Father and say, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, Go and ask him for mercy and pardon and eternal life, Go now, delay not, for time is departing and eternity is hastening on."

"Pray what is your name.”

Name, young man, why that's no matter, but thank God I am not ashamed of my name, though I am of my sins; my name is John Holmly, I am a labouring man and I live in the cottage just at the eighth mile stone. Poor in this world, but, blessed be the Lord, rich in faith and an heir of the Kingdom."

"Thank you," said Elworthy, "for your good advice."

"You are right welcome, and I wish you good night, God bless you and your parents

too."

Elworthy passed on and sighed deeply. "Parents! Ah! I shall be soon left destitute of both. My Father gone already, my mother following him rapidly. I shall have none to comfort me, none to advise, none to help me!

The lark was now soaring high and chanting its evening song, the sun was just sinking into the western ocean, all around was silent and tranquil, favorable to reflection, nothing to disturb, save the gentle rustling of the leaves and the waving of the yellow corn nearly ripe for the sickle.

"Escape for thy life," repeated Elworthy, "like Lot I am in the midst of Sodom too, my life, my soul in danger, fool that I have been to listen to that base despiser of that which is good, and to follow him in all his infamous practices, but I must escape from his grasp." The words of the honest labourer constantly sounded in his ear. He arrived home but not to rest, for he was constantly interrupted by the words "Escape, Escape."

The illness of Mrs. Elworthy continued to increase. Her Physician at length declared that nothing more could be done for her. She

received the intimation with all the calmness and resignation of aChristian. Often she reviewed the past days of her life, the period of her conversion to God, the gracious providences that had followed her, the comforts that had sweetened her path, and though she wept, it was when she was overpowered by the goodness of God, and melted by the sunshine of his presence. The removal of her dear departed husband did indeed appear to her mysterious, It was an event that was continually present in her thought, and she found it, at times, a difficulty to say, "I know O Lord that thy judgments are right;" yet when she considered the end, when she contemplated wisdom, power, and goodness, combined with faithfulness as engaged to bless and save her; that all afflictions were light when compared with eternal glory, the thought soothed her spirits, strengthened her faith, and tuned her lips to sing," He hath done all things well." But her son lay near her heart, and although weak and exhausted, she resolved, if her strength would allow, to address a letter to him. After some days she despatched the following;

"My dear, dear, Son,

The light of this world is rapidly closing on me, and soon, very soon, this world will be

nothing to me. I am preparing to leave it, but in doing this, I cast my eyes upon you, once a fruitful source of my earthly happiness; with a mother's fondness, I gazed upon you when cradled in my arms, I caught your eager endeavour to pronounce my name, I prayed for you, instructed you, committed you to God, intreated you to seek him, to honour him, to devote yourself to him for ever and ever. Why, O why have you forsaken him, What have you gained by neglecting him. Return to him, your mother intreats you to do this. Your afflicted dying mother.

I resume my pen, a little revived like the expiring flame that yet quivers in the socket. Forsake, my dear son, the society of the vicious and the abandoned, the unholy and the profane. They have ruined many, and will be the ruin of numbers more. Their end is destruction, their glory is in their shame, pray earnestly to God for his grace to assist you, for without that you can do nothing.

As to myself I can rejoice in the pleasing delightful prospect of an exceeding and eternal weight of glory, absent from the body, shall be present with the Lord. Delightful thought!

"O glorious hour, O blest abode,
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul."

Farewell, my dear Henry, remember
Your affectionate mother,

Hannah Elworthy.

CHAP. VII.

"Grace is an immortal seed, cast into an immortal soul, that will bring forth immortal fruit. What sins are there which grace cannot pardon? what heart is there which grace cannot soften? what soul is there which grace cannot save?"- -MASON.

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Wisdom of Providence- -Joseph- -The female captive Visit to the cottage at the eighth mile-stone”teresting conversation- Grace produces a striking change-Family prayer- -A good resolutionCarried into effect- Feelings of a mothergion cannot be hid- -Fears of Le Monde and Melville -Backwardness of young persons to disclose their religious feelings.

-Reli

"THOSE who deny Providence are as much Atheists as those who deny a God; and, indeed, the greatest Pagan philosophers acknowledged it, and Plato, in his Dialogues, pronounces those mad, who deny an overruling Providence." To this sentiment of the great Carnock, no one can withhold his assent. The history of the world, and the lives of in