little remnant of saints as the heart of one man. Let the same means now be tried, and in proportion as the Spirit of grace and supplications rests upon the household of faith," will there be real unity in the "holy Catholic Church." The breath of prayer would "raise the curtains of our distinct habitations," and "the place of our tents be sufficiently enlarged" to contain "the one fold" of the Saviour's flock. The combined efforts of true Christians "would lengthen the cords and strengthen the stakes" of the Church, -and the world be speedily brought into happy subjection to "the Prince of Peace." "COME THEN, and, added to THY MANY CROWNS, RECEIVE YET ONE, THE CROWN OF ALL THE EARTH, THOU WHO ALONE ART WORTHY." " 1 Pp. 639-644. CHAPTER VIII. THE FATHER AND FRIEND. 'How many are you, then,' said I, 'But they are dead; those two are dead! 'Twas throwing words away; for still And said, 'Nay, we are seven.' HITHERTO We have dwelt more particularly on the public character of Mr. W. Jones. We must devote this chapter to a description of his private worth. It is at home that the failings as well as the excellences of a man are beheld in their true colours. There, at least, he is seen without disguise ;- unencumbered with any of those conventional forms with which some seek, when abroad, to conceal their besetting sins, to which at home they give unlimited scope. At the same time, no where does love burn with so bright and transparent a flame, as in the inner shrine of domestic happiness. In some men there is a strange discrepancy between their public and private character. At home, they are all harshness and tyranny ;abroad, all gentleness, often obsequiousness. Something very wrong there must needs be, to say the least much insincerity, in him who thus manifests such contradiction in his demeanour. If there were any one who was entirely free from such a charge, it was the subject of this memoir. Never was he seen to more advantage than at his own fireside, surrounded by his wife and children. There it was perceived how true an affection he bore to all and each;-how fully he sympathised with each in any trouble or difficulty;-how 'gentle,' and 'pitiful,' and 'courteous,' Christ's Gospel makes those whose hearts are indeed under its sway. Even after death had thinned our little company, he never, when speaking of his family, dissociated those who had been taken to a better world from those who were left behind. 'I have,' he was wont to say, 'eight beloved children, three in heaven, and five on earth.' Were we wrong in prefixing to this chapter, the simple yet thrilling words of the poet which he would often quote with much feeling ?— But they are dead; those two are dead! And said, 'Nay, we are seven.' His marriage to Miss Cooper, as has already been intimated, took place at Lambeth church, in August, 1816. For well nigh forty years they lived together in unbroken harmony. Often separated from his family, through his official duties, for nine months in each year, the charge of his children devolved almost entirely on her, whose devotion as a mother equalled her tender affection as a wife. Great joy indeed was it to all of us, when circumstances permitted him to delegate to others, in some degree, the duties of travelling secretary to the Society, and to spend more time in the bosom of his family. The description that he gives of the union that existed between his revered pastor and Mrs. Hill, (quoting Mr. Hill's own words in reference to others) may properly be applied to his own domestic course,- Those silken cords, both of nature and grace, were so twined around their hearts, and had made them so completely one, that if ever twain were seen to be one flesh, it might have been seen in them.' In the course of years eight children, four sons, and four daughters, were born to them. Three preceded their beloved father to a better world. Of his eldest daughter, who was called away no long time before himself, we shall speak in a subsequent chapter. Of the other two he shall tell in his own affectionate words : It is seldom,' he says, permitted in this world that the joys of the married state should continue long without interruption. The cypress and the laurel are frequently entwined. The first death in our household was on the 23rd of May, 1832, when little Rowland was suddenly removed. He was not quite two years old. His decease was very unexpected. He seemed well and cheerful at five o'clock, and at half-past eight, on the same evening, he was seized with a fit, and immediately expired. "There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fire-side, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair.' " It was a solemn season. Our child appeared lonely grave as the representative of his family. Happy spirit! how brief the conflict before thy entrance into eternal rest! to have taken possession of the 6 Nearly eleven years afterwards our dear little girl Harriet was taken from us, after lengthened and acute suffering. She entered into rest on the |