Lamb !" He was much exhausted with these efforts to speak out the joy of his pardoned soul. His mother took hold of his hand weeping, and saying, 'My dear child, have you found Jesus?" He said, "Mother, I am going home-I am going to that bright mansion above." 66 During the three hours that he lived, I remained with him, holding his hands, and scores of times changing his posture. In the course of this time, as his breathing would enable him, he often said, "Come, Lord Jesus! come, Lord Jesus! take metake me to thyself! I want to go; I long to be gone. Lord Jesus, receive my soul. Do you think I am going?" I once quoted, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death," he took up the words and finished them, "I will fear no evil." I often feared in the painful struggle he might be left to impatience he was so very anxious to be gone. I often told him that he needed patience, and pointed him to that blessed Jesus that had saved his soul for strength to bear his bodily sufferings. He said about a quarter of an hour before he was gone, with a sweet placid countenance, "Do you think He is waiting to receive me?" I said, "Yes, dear boy, He will receive you in His own time; you have need of patience.' 66 I feel I can wait now His time," he said, with the most lamb-like expression of countenance. Again he stretched his arms, and put them round my neck, that I might move him. I changed his position, and in the course of five or ten minutes his soul was released from its prison of clay without a sigh. His end was indeed "gentle as a summer's eve.' His earnest desires were grantedhe had me with him to the last. He had a most easy dismissal, and, above all things, he died at peace with God, through faith in the blood of the Lamb. His mortal remains were laid in Clifton Chapelyard. A funeral sermon was preached to a full congregation, affected to tears in hearing of God's mercy to the dying youth, on Lord's-day, December 14th, from Rev. xii. 11: "And they overcame by the blood of the Lamb." Hundreds looked into that grave, and many dear children of God felt it was the depository of chosen dust, and could have said, "Sons of God by blest adoption, What is sown in death's dishonour, What is sown in this weak manner, Earthly cavern, to thy keeping Jesus, Thy rich consolations THE EDITOR TO HIS READERS. THE Editor greets his dear young friends, but has not space to address them, excepting a few words to introduce a notice which he much wishes may be the means of restoring to his home a wandering son. NAPHTALI JOHNSON left his home (Warboys, Hunts) on the 24th of September, and has not been heard of since. He took the train from St. Ives to London. Age, 17; height, 5 feet; straight but rather stamping in his walk; hair and eyes dark brown; complexion fair; dress, dark cap and jacket, dark brown waistcoat and trousers, and high-top shoes. A working lad. His afflicted parents would feel truly grateful if this advertisement should be the means of restoring their lost son to them. They are very poor people; cannot therefore offer a reward, but doubt not that any humane reader of this advertisement that can aid them will willingly do so. Address, Edward Johnson, Warboys, Hunts. Dear children, you have read the above advertisement; but you can but faintly picture the bitter distress of the parents of Naphtali Johnson. Oh, if ever you are tempted to act such a part towards your dear parents, let me entreat you, by the love of your anxious friends, by your own peace of conscience, and by the dread of God's judgment that might follow such a step, never yield to such a temptation. THE EDITOR. THE SERVICE OF GOD ALONE IS HAPPINESS. AH! seek the blush of health on the cheek of death, seek grapes and tropical fruits beneath the pole, seek vitality in a skeleton, and you will find these before you will find happiness in worldly pleasures. Seek God and serve Him, if you would be happy. ANSWER TO THE LESSON OF THE WHEN Eve and Adam had transgress'd Thus, feasting on the Lamb of God, By faith he saw that precious blood How pure the sacrifice he brought, Not earth's productions Abel sought, His brother Cain was satisfied Not led in Jesus to confide, Cain's offering God did disapprove, |