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not a more striking illustration of this remark than are the families of England: and he must be very unobservant who has not noticed proofs of it in his own immediate neighbourhood. It is long ere the words of a revered father cease to come vividly to the recollection of his son. In the rude wear and tear of life they may not be frequently remembered: but they will never, while memory holds her seat, be entirely forgotten. In the silence of evening, when the strife, or the fever of daily exertion is over; in the hour of affiiction, or the season of deep and long continued adversity, they will recur again and again. Nor will the words of tenderness, of love, and of pious caution, dropped from the lips of a beloved mother, in the days of infancy and childhood, cease to produce in a greater or less degree, their effect on the character of her son, or of her daughter. Most true is it, that the best men and women, and the most useful members of society have been those who were born, nourished, and educated in pious families. We need not mention Timothy in sacred, or the two Henrys, Philip and Matthew, the author of the Commentary on the Bible, in ecclesiastical history: or W.B. Cadogan,who not at Westminster, nor even at Oxford, lost the impressions produced on bis mind by the instruction of his mother; or that wise and useful minister, Richard Cecil, who had, like Timothy, a Lois and Eunice, for his maternal ancestors. And could Augustin forget his mother Monica, or Colonel Gardiner, or Dr. Doddridge, or John Newton, theirs? And how many a youth has been trained to intellectual exercise by his mother: and more of mental discipline and development are frequently imparted in the quiet seclusion of the family circle than the school, the tutor, and the college ever give.- Daris' Difficulties of Education.
THE REV. JOHN CONDER.
JOHN CONDER, afterwards D. D. was born at Wimple, in Cambridgeshire, June 3rd, 1714. His grandfather, Richard Conder kissed him, and with tears in his eyes, said, "Who knows what sad days these little eyes are likely to see;" things wearing at that time a threatening aspect, relative to Dissenters. But in two months after, the clouds broke, with Queen Ande's
death, and fair days succeeded. Dr. Conder remarked, upon mentioning the above circumstance, “ These eyes have, for more than sixty years, seen nothing but goodness and mercy follow me, and the churches of Christ, even to this day.” Mr. Conder began his ministry in 1738, and preached his first sermon from Rom. i. 16. “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ.” He first settled with an Independent congregation at Cambridge, where he continued about sixteen years, with acceptance and usefulness. In 1754, he became Tutor of the Dissenting Academy, at Mile End. In 1762, he became sole Pastor of the congregation meeting on the pavement in Moorfields. The University of Aberdeen conferred on him the degree of D. D. It was the constant object of his ministrations to recommend Christ, in his person, offices, and grace, to poor sinners. There have been few in any age of the Christian church, who were more deeply acquainted with the things that accompany salvation, or could more skilfully divide the word of truth. In his last illness, he expressed a steadfast and unshaken confidence in the grace, faithfulness, and love, of a Covenant God in Christ Jesus. “I bless God, said he, that I can say, I have no doubt but that all things are rightly settled between me and my Master.” Dr. Conder was buried in Bunhill-Fields, where a latin inscription, thus englished, is placed over his remains.
“Here is interred John Conder, Professor of Divinity. A preacher of the Gospel. Pastor of a church at Cambridge sixteen years; and afterwards of one in London twenty-one years. President of the Dissenting Academy at Homerton. He was born in Cambridgeshire, in the year of our salvation, 1714. Died at Hackney, 30th day of May, 1781, in the 67th year of
I have sinned.
I have loved. I rest.
I shall arise.
Jones' Bunhill Memorials.
TIMOLEON AND THEMISTA.
(From the German.) On the banks of the noble river Orontes, (the largest in Syria, rising in Mount Lebanon) there dwelt a married pair ; but an evil spirit of strife lived with them under the same roof, and consumed their early prosperity, as the flame devoured the oil of the lamp which hung up in their hut. And after a short time the hand of Timoleon rested from his daily work, and his longing eyes looked eagerly after wine and dice, and the flame of passion blazed fiercely in his soul, so that Themista became angry with him in her heart, and turned away from him, and went her own way.
Then the Lord sent Timoleon and his wife a warning, for he had sworn by his eternal love" that they should not perish, but have everlasting life.” And he sent out a hot south wind, which blew upon the olive trees in the garden and withered them up, so that they stood there leafless. So they had no more oil, either for their meals, or for the market; yet their hearts regarded not this token of the Lord's righteous displeasure, but remained hardened, but when the lamp burnt no longer for want of oil, they quarrelled together in the dark, and ate their bread dry!
Then the Lord sent another messenger of wrath to them, to teach them to reflect on their evil course. This time the south wind blew more violently, and the snow on the surrounding mountains melted, and swelled the stream so that it overflowed its banks, covering the country far and wide with its roaring waves. Timoleon's house was soon overwhelmed, and everything moveable swept away by the mighty waters. The unfortunate couple assisted one another as well as they could out of the water, and fled for refuge to the mountains.
After a few days' time the river returned to its channel ; and Timoleon came down from the place of safety to look for the spot where his hearth had stood, but it was literally wasted out, so that not even a single particle of the old dust clave to the walls. So he began to build and to plant afresh, and the Lord prospered his work, for love ruled in his house as it had never done before, and sacred truth guarded the threshold, and their prayers ascended to heaven,
And when the olive trees in front of the house were again in
full leaf and blossom, they sat together once more, engaged in sweet converse, listening at intervals to the distant roaring of the wild Orontes; and Themista said to her husband, “Oh, how much the river has swept away from us which we need not consider as lost!' And Timoleon understood her meaning-and the waves of God's righteous judgment never again assailed the peaceful abode of Timoleon and Themista.
A VOICE FROM THE DUMB.*
John William Lashford was received into the Brighton and Sussex Institution for the Deaf and Dumb, towards the close of 1842. There was some difficulty in obtaining his admission, as he was beyond the age specified in the rules of the institution ; and his appearance, at that time, gave but little hope of his ever being able to make much progress in mental improvement. Nevertheless, the ladies and gentlemen of the committee were reluctant to close the doors of the institution entirely against one who, they all felt, could never have the least hope of gaining entrance into any other institution or school, where he could have the benefit of education. It was therefore agreed that he should be taken in on probation, for three months - an agreement, at which all who formed that committee have again and again had occasion to rejoice; especially those whose hearts the Lord first drew towards this poor boy, and whose sympathy and care watched over him, even to the last.
It would naturally be supposed that a boy having lived to the age of thirteen, entirely shut out from all around him, being uuable to communicate his own, or to receive the ideas of others, and never having felt the necessity of performing any duty, though his parents were in humble circumstances,—would find great reluctance in commencing a course of study, the difficulty of which, it is utterly impossible for those to enter into or understand who have never known the want of those faculties, by which we are hourly acquiring knowledge, being blessed with the full use of the organs of hearing and speech. Still, it cannot be said that this was the case with him : and, although his progress at first was very slow, he persevered, adding word to word; and when, a few months after, he returned to his parents, he was delighted to shew them how much he was able to write, and that he had not spent his time in vain.
* By William Sleight, Master of the Sussex Institution for the Deaf and Dumb. This is the title of a deeply touching and graphic little volume, to which we earnestly refer the reader for further information.
At this period a little brother of his died, and he was allowed to go to his funeral. He had several times expressed, by signs, that his brother had gone to heaven, and that he would be very happy there. When he returned home, seeing his parents weeping, he looked about the room, and saw a hymn book; and, although at this time he knew no part of speech but the noun, still he was anxious to administer some comfort to his bereaved parents ; and, on looking through a few pages, he found the word body, which he shewed to his mother, pointing to the coffin in which the body of his brother was laid. On searching a little further, he found the word soul,—then he found heaven,—and then Jesus. He now pointed to the dead body again, and signed that it must be put into the grave; and then he pointed to the word soul, and signed that it would not go there, for it had gone to dwell in heaven, with Jesus.
Nothing could shew more fully than this little incident does, how painful must be the position of a deaf mute, when entirely uneducated. Without language, and without having had any exercise in expressing himself by signs, he is shut out from all around him, having no common channel by which to communicate. And again, how apparent is the benefit of even a litile instruction, when we see that, after a few months' teaching, this poor boy was able to express so much, merely by picking out a few nouns, and then filling up the sentence by signs. Those who have known anything of the difficulties which the deaf and dumb have to surmount, before they are at all able to make use of language, even in its most simple form, notwithstanding they may have a perfect knowledge of hundreds of words when written singly,—will at once see that this was no common mind which could turn so limited a knowledge of language to such
I might here just mention another little interesting circumstance of a similar kind, which occurred about three months subsequent to the one just mentioned. During the holidays, he visited one of his little school-fellows, a sweet-minded boy, who died in the institution. A few hours before he died, Lashford signed to one of the committeeladies, who was in the room, that his little school-fellow would soon die, and that his body would be put in the grave, but that his soul would go to heaven and dwell with Jesus. He thought very much about this little boy, and often used to sign about him for years afterwards. It must be borne in mind that, at this time, he was not able to construct the most simple sentence in language. His only