chapel, in April, 1857. This was a happy union in every respect. We have, then, a very pleasing retrospect of how the subject of the memoir grew in grace; how she loved the Bible, secret prayer, and the public means of grace; how she engaged in works of benevolent kindness, not only in the sabbath school, as formerly, but in every way within her power and opportunity. But Mrs. Allison became a mother, and the closing scene drew nigh. Mr. Stalker thus describes it : Day after day, the young mother progressed favourably-with the exception of occasional sleeplessness at nights-until Tuesday, the 9th of February. On the evening of that day Mr. Allison was detained at Leeds to a later hour than usual, by a meeting which his duties summoned him to attend. On his return home he was surprised and alarmed to find that his loved wife had had a sudden attack resembling cramp at the heart, and occasioning a temporary suspension of the circulation at the extremities. Medical aid had at once been secured, but the face of the dear one was flushed. Her breathing was difficult. A high state of fever was present; and next morning she said to her husband, "Don't leave me." He did not, but continued in her chamber that day and the following, nursing her with all the tenderness which such a confluence of pathetic circumstances could inspire. On Friday, the 12th, the doctor pronounced her to be decidedly better, and out of danger. On the following Saturday night, and Sunday morning, however,— the 13th and 14th,-unfavourable symptoms re-appeared. But during the afternoon of Sunday she seemed again to rally, and, indeed, to be so much improved, that her husband was ultimately induced to attend divine service in the evening. During that night, however, Mrs. Allison had but little sleep. Monday morning dawned, and the patient was suffering much-and now and then obviously rambled. Two medical men held a consultation. They were skilful, candid, and kind. They declared the case critical, but not hopeless. On the same evening her excellent and affectionate mother said to her, during one of those lucid intervals of perfect consciousness with which the sufferer was favoured, "Well, love, if it should please God to remove you, do you feel prepared for the change?" She replied, "That's the question-I am resting on Christ's finished work, I accept him as an entire Saviour. Christ and his righteousness are sufficient for me." In one of her mental wanderings, she said to her husband, "He has changed since you were here." He replied, "Yes, but you know JESUS never changes." Her consciousness seemed to return at the sound of "that worthy name," and she said, with an emphasis that yet rings in the ears of those who heard her, "No! Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever." Her affectionate partner then inquired, “Do you feel Christ to be near you?" "Yes," was the reply. He asked, Do you find him to be precious to you?" Very," was the answer that glided across her lips who, we are persuaded, had often prayed,— "And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death!" 66 66 A few lines of some of her favourite hymns were repeated. Among these were,― She listened with delight, and said, "Beautiful!" In the course of Monday night she expressed, in tender tones, maternal solicitude in prospect of leaving her motherless babe. But even then, the deep, calm, and holy joy by which she had always been distinguished did not forsake her. She bowed in sweet submission, and commended her loved husband and her infant son to the guardian care of that God whom-as she once said-" her father had trusted all these years." She mentioned by name many of her Christian friends-spoke of the pleasure she had realised in association with them and looked forward with triumph to "the gathering together" which awaits all believers in the heavenly world. After silence for a time, she exclaimed, " Mother, I wish I had done more for CHRIST!" a wish that uttered by her ought to fall with the power of a thrilling remonstrance on the conscience of the professor who is virtually "standing all the day idle." If, on a review of the past, Mrs. Allison felt she had done but little for the blessed Saviour, what will be the poignant regret of many members of Christian churches when they have the immediate prospect of exchanging the sphere of privilege for that of reckoning? During one of those visions which we have not the shadow of a doubt are frequently vouchsafed to the disciple of Jesus when about "departing," and vouchsafed as divinely intended glimpses and preludes of "the glory to be revealed,” the dying Christian in all her angel-like loveliness looked upward, and fixing her speaking eye, she said in ecstacy, "How beautiful! See, they are beckoning to us!" The signal she was soon to obey; in the ranks of "the shining ones" she was soon to appear. Disease, which proved to be rheumatism of the heart, and which no medical skill could subdue, did its commissioned work; she caught the summons-unheard by any ears but her own and those of listening angels-" Come up hither," and on Tuesday evening, Feb. 16th, at half-past seven o'clock,— "She rose to learn the exalted strains The glowing seraphs round the throne!" Between her bridal and funeral day ten short months had not elapsed! "As a flower" rich and rare in its beauty she had "come forth," and thus early, in the twenty-second year of her age, was "cut down." She was interred on Friday, the 19th February, in the beautiful cemetery in Woodhouse Lane. "I do not," says a young lady who was present, "remember to have seen so many at a private funeral before. The chapel was quite full. Six of her young friends were invited to attend as pallbearers, and all her other young companions were there to pay the last tribute of affection. Many others were present, both old and young; indeed all belonging both to church and congregation who could leave at such an hour. Mr. Bailhache read the usual Scriptures and gave a short address; Mr. Brewer offered up a touching and earnest prayer; and then we carried her to a new grave near to that of her maternal grandmother, who had by a few weeks preceded her to glory, to which Mr. Bailhache committed her amid many tears. Dear Mary! it was indeed very hard to leave her there in her youthful beauty, knowing that we should see her face no more. It was one of the most beautiful days of early spring. The sun shone brightly, the sky was clear and very blue, the birds sang joyously; and though at the time we marked the contrast between our feelings and the gladness of nature, yet, afterwards, I was very glad the day was so sunny; it reminded us that she whom we loved was not there in the cold grave, but basking in the effulgent light of the Sun of Righteousness. We think and speak of our beloved friend constantly, and I do trust we shall all more earnestly strive to follow her to the heavenly home." Her esteemed pastor, the Rev. C. Bailhache, preached an appropriate and solemn sermon on the succeeding sabbath evening, in South Parade chapel, where her nuptials had been so recently witnessed by many who were now present as mourners. The words of the text were, "The righteous hath hope in his death." The congregation was large and attentive, all evidently feeling deep and tender sympathy with the parents and family of the departed, and specially with him "the desire of whose eyes had been taken away by a stroke." Extracts from some of her letters were read, and it is hoped that the appeals then made will never be forgotten. Seldom has the grave closed on one so lovely, so loving, and so beloved. The following declaration, from an endeared female associate, is worthy of record :— "For the last six years I have been privileged to enjoy the closest friendship with our departed sister, and that it has been a great privilege no one who knew her at all will doubt. Her temper was so sunny; her heart so kind; her sympathy so ready; and her life so consistent and holy, that I would not part with the memory of her love and friendship for very great treasure." Her sister Jane thus testifies : "Her loving words and happy expressions are constantly coming to memory, and I love to write them. She was so beautiful to me as sister, that I can write of her in no other capacity. If possible she has been more than sister to me, and her death leaves an emptiness in my heart that not many can know.” The testimony of her father must not be withheld :— "I feel thankful for the privilege of having had her so long amongst us; but especially grateful to the God of all grace that she was made a partaker of the grace of life before her removal. She was one of the kindest and best of daughters that parents ever had." But let one voice more be heard. The heart of her husband did safely trust in her." She was the light of his eyes, the soother of his sorrows, the sweetener of his joys, the partner of his LIFE. His own words are: 66 "There was such an UNEARTHLY SWEETNESS about her during life, that I sometimes had my misgivings she would not be long with me. Imagine the overwhelming grief of my burdened heart. The sympathy of friends has been wide-spread and kind, but the blank-alas! alas! Yet I have found much comfort in communion with my Father in heaven, and in the blessed hope of a happy re-union in the skies." “BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD," is the language which Jehovah, through this dispensation, addresses to sorrowing relatives. Amidst the tumults of their grief may they listen to his assurance and entreaty:-"It is I; be not afraid; I who have a right to do what seemeth to me good; I whose wisdom cannot err; I who love you as only the Infinite can; I who loved the deceased as only she could tell; I who solemnly assure you that 'what you know not now, you shall know hereafter;' it is I; be still, and know that I am GOD." "FOLLOW HER AS SHE FOLLOWED CHRIST," is a voice that comes to all from the tomb of the dear departed. Specially ought it to touch the hearts of the youthful believers with whom on earth she was associated. May they be conscious of the brilliance of her piety, the lustre of her example, the fragrance of her memory exciting them to emulation! If conscience slumbers in the bosom of any whom she knew, methinks I see her from her throne bending towards them, gazing on them, asking of them, "Shall we meet again? Where, O where? At the judgment seat to part for ever, or amidst the joys of heaven to part no more? Are your sins pardoned? Is your heart renewed? Are you at peace with God? 'The day will declare,' but if you die as you live, you will rise as you die AN UNBELIEVER. Terrors then will seize you. Meet me not thus, when the trump is sounding. But you may yet be saved. You are still in the body. Let my early grave point you to that Jesus the kindness of whose heart and the power of whose arm are unutterable, but to whom you have refused to go. Let my death prove your life. Meet me in heaven!" BAPTISM OF TWELVE YOUNG CANDIDATES. WE are indebted to one of our friends in Bristol for an interesting report of a baptismal service in King Street Chapel in that city. The details respecting one of the candidates are remarkable. He says:"On the evening of the second Lord's-day in January our esteemed pastor, the Rev. F. Bosworth, delivered a most solemn and impressive discourse from 'Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess before my Father who is in heaven,' to a large and attentive audience; and then, after an address by the Rev. M. Gotch, twelve believers were baptized by Mr. Bosworth. It is exceedingly interesting to know that they were all young persons— some of them from the sabbath school-five males and seven females. One of them, a young man, was not long ago walking in the way of sinners. But he was induced by a friend to attend the school, and then the chapel, where it pleased the Lord to convince and convert him. Before this he might have been seen on the sabbath day, strolling about with idle companions in their working clothes, seeking their own pleasure, and forsaking the guide of their youth. He had a little back room, where he resided, which he was fitting up after the style of a penny theatre, with dresses, &c. Since his conversion he has followed the example of those noble men of old who, when they were convinced of the error of their |