Owing to depression in trade, the family removed from their native place, in January, 1845, and went to reside at Ambler Thorne. Being a stranger, in a strange neighbourhood, she did not, for some time, feel at home. In addition to this, a rapidly increasing family, together with her husband's occasional absence from home on the Sabbath, as a Local Preacher, too frequently hindered her attendance at the House of God. She often said, "O, that I could feel as I once did! that I could enjoy as much religion as formerly!" But she did not feel anxious to join the Society at Ambler Thorne, until the summer of 1846. During the Special Revival Services, the influence of the Holy Spirit was SO powerful upon her mind that she resolved, by the grace of God, to set out afresh on her Christian journey; and from that time she continued to seek after those things which make for peace. Her class-mates, both at Midgley and Ambler Thorne, know well with what earnestness she would supplicate Divine mercy on perishing sinners, and invoke the blessing of God on her family, on herself, and on the Church of Christ. With a holy ambition, and an unshrinking confidence she continued in this course until she passed through the chilling flood, and pearly gates, and entered upon the enjoyment of that blessedness of which she had many a foretaste in the wilderness. The affliction which terminated her earthly career, was pulmonary consumption, caused by the rupture of a blood vessel on the lungs, on the 24th of June. No time was lost in procuring medical aid, which, for a while, appeared to be beneficial; but, on the 26th inst., the attack was repeated, and then all hope of recovery vanished. She at once gave up all she held most dear on earth-her husband and children. She commended them all to God, and urged her weeping partner not to sorrow on her account, for that "all was right." On being visited by her Leader, and an esteemed friend, she exclaimed, on their entering the room, 'O my Saviour is precious. He will soon take me home. I shall soon have done here; He is preparing His chariot to convey me to heaven; angels encamp around my bed; my prospect is bright." On being asked if she had any fear of death, she replied, "No. Jesus has died for me. O, sweet Jesus. Come, Lord Jesus, and come quickly, &c." 66 When to all human appearances, death was nigh, intelligence was sent to her father and mother, who hastened to the residence of their suffering daughter. As soon as they entered the room, while a heavenly calm rested upon her countenance, she said, "Well, mother, I am going to Jesus, but I hope you will not fret when I am gone, for I shall be far better than being here." In this state she continued a few days, when hopes were again entertained of her recovery. In the course of a fortnight or three weeks, she was able to take a little exercise out of doors, but (though life is sweet, and the ties of nature endearing.) she often said to her mother-in-law, "I may be raised again! the Lord may yet have something for me to do. But Iwould rather go. Yes, I would rather go and be with Jesus; but I am willing to wait the Lord's time, and I hope he will give me patience both to do and to suffer his will." This slight recovery was of short duration; for, on the Sabbath morning, July 25th, symptoms of inflammation appeared, and which, though speedily removed, gave her frail tabernacle a shock, from which she never recovered. In spite of all that medical skill, and a large circle of friends could do, she rapidly declined, and it was evident to all who visited her, that her race was nearly run. But, in the prospect of death, she rejoiced in being strengthened and upheld by him, who conquered death and opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers. During her illness she often exclaimed, "I bless the Lord that I in youth Was taught to choose the path of truth." And on occasions when the friends visited her, her mind was so elevated, and her soul so overjoyed, that she broke out in such rapturous strains as the following: "O Jesus, sweet Jesus, thou balm of my soul, 'Tis thou, my dear Saviour, hast made my heart whole. O bring me to view thee, thou glorified king, In mansions of glory thy praises to sing." Patience and resignation were remarkable features in her character, and, though from the nature of the disease, she had a severe and perpetual cough, attended by much pain, which frequently disabled her from conversing, yet she manifested the most entire submission to the will of her heavenly master, often repeating, "There will be no pain in heaven." But she was not out of the reach of the enemy; for, on one occasion, he gained advantage over her, and for a short season her peace was disturbedher prospect dark-and the Saviour was hid from her eyes. Encouraged by her husband, she besought the Lord, with cries and tears, to rescue and deliver her soul out of the hands of her enemy. He answered her prayers, dispelled the gloom, and she exclaimed, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, for what he has done for me; I always feel the happiest when I can converse with my Saviour face to face when my faith is so strong as to admit of no dimming vale between." In this state of mind she continued to the day of her death. On that day, two of her sisters visited her, and were deeply affected with the scene they witnessed, which moved her to admonish them on the interests of their souls. When they were about to leave her, and while she pressed their hands, for the last time, she gathered up her courage, and with all the fervour and affection of a dying Christian, she entreated them to prepare to meet her in heaven; and charged them to tell all her brothers and sisters not to forget her dying counsels. Soon after they were gone she had a slight struggle with the enemy, but her faith maintained its hold, and about an hour before she died, she called to her husband and said, "O, John, I cannot tell thee what a glorious visit I have had -it is unspeakable, but my Saviour is precious, O he is precious." To which he replied, "Thy journey is nearly ended." "O, yes," she said, "it will be soon." And shortly after, her happy spirit left the frail tabernacle, without a struggle or a groan. She died on the 13th of August, 1847, aged 24 years. Ambler Thorne. J. HARWOOD. ELIZABETH MORRISON, Daughter of the late Mr. Robert Morrison, whose obituary appeared in the Magazine of 1822, was in early life bought under the saving influence of the Gospel. Some attention had been given by her family to the ordinances of the sanctuary, as well at Tynemouth as after their removal to North Shields; but it was not till they attended the ministry of the word in the Low Chapel, which was opened for the use of the Methodist New Connexion in December, 1815, that the claims of the truth were responded to fully, and they became what they had not previously been, visible members of the Church of Christ. Great simplicity and affection were manifest in the christian deportment of the original members of that place, which soon num bered a society of about fifty members. Their zeal was manifest in their attendance on all the means of grace, in the formation of a Sunday-school, and in their efforts for the Missions. The Low Chapel was the first place in the Circuit that held a Sunday-school tea-meeting. It also had the honour, as well, to hold the first of our public missionary meetings in North Shields, as to send forth the first collectors for the Missions, belonging to the Methodist New Connexion. And in all these movements Miss Morrison and her sisters took a prominent part. Few churches of equal numbers have, perhaps, suffered so much by death during the lapse of thirty years, as the church now worshipping in Salem Chapel. This is partly to be accounted for, from the heads of the several families, in the vale of years at the commencement, having died off from age, and partly from a respectable proportion of them being connected with the sea, several of whom, from time to time, having been lost in that devouring element. Through the vicissitudes of thirty years, these early fruits of our ministry, have stood their ground and held on their way through good and evil report: firm in their attachment to Christ and his Church. 66 Miss Morrison was exemplary in her habits of industry, and in the care and responsibility she ever took on herself in relation to the family. The sudden and premature death of Mr. Morrison, gave full scope for the exercise of those efforts which so mainly contributed to sustain the credit and comfort of the family, many of whom were then young. Alluding to the past, on her death bed, she remarked, My care and toil have not been for myself, but for the family; and like my dear father I can say, 'I have done what I could.'" Her efforts were the more to be admired, being made under the pressure of much weakness and indisposition of body. She could remember no day of her life, passed entirely free from pain. But her pains and toils were more than alleviated by the felt presence of her blessed Saviour, who often, especially of late, filled her heart with joy unspeakable and full of glory. For some years past, a naturally irritable temper was visibly subdued, and in its stead appeared the meekness and gentleness of Christ. The last visit she paid was to the house of mourning, to attend the funeral of her nephew, the Rev. Jonathan Tate, whose illness gave her much concern, and respecting whom she said, "I would willingly die, if God would take me instead of Jonathan." To his parents on their visit to her in her last illness, she said, "I shall be the first to follow Jonathan, and I shall soon see him again. My Saviour is with me. He is mine. Precious Jesus ! I have no fear of death. He is a conquered enemy." Her sufferings were often very severe; and few intervals of ease were allotted her, yet would her joy often rise superior to all her pain, and she would give vent to her feelings in language the most triumphant. She at no period of her religious career, could be called " doubting Christian." When tempted at all to that sad besetment of many sincere souls, she would repeat those beautiful lines, commencing, "a "Why should I doubt his love at last," &c. The conquest thus anticipated was fully realized in her dying experience. Once alluding to her joyful hope, and her victory over death, she exclaimed, with outstretched arms, "Hark! they whisper, angels say, Lend, lend your wings, I mount! I fly ! This, On the evening previous to her death, the Rev. T. Smith visited her, and remarked: "God will not continue you longer in the furnance, than till the work of sanctification be completed." she laid hold of, as the subject of prayer till the last. Her brother-in-law, Tate, coming in after, she inquired: "Do you think I am dying, shall I be taken tonight?" He answered, "Your pulse is low, your extremities are cold, you do seem to be going." "Then pray," she rejoined," and pray for my release tonight." Prayer was offered, and the last RECENT DEATH. DIED at Burslem, Dec. 5, 1847, William Malkin. Brother Malkin had been a member of our Society, at Burslem, for twenty-seven years, twenty of which he had sustained the office of Assistant Leader. His simplicity of manner, consistent conduct, and genuine piety, had endeared him to all who knew him. During a long and painful illness, he was never heard to murmur, but exhibited the utmost patience and resignation to will of his Heavenly Father. The religion he had so long professed and practised, was amply sufficient for his support amidst all his sufferings, and he was enabled to rejoice in the furnace of affliction. Our late Brother, when in health, was frequently sent for by his afflicted neighbours to offer up prayers in their behalf, and he was respected for his piety even by the ungodly. When drawing near his end, he exhorted many who came to visit him, to "prepare to follow him," and he frequently exclaimed, "My Jesus has done all things well." He exhorted his children to fear God, and to walk with the wise; and to his afflicted, and now bereaved wife, he said, "I am going home: the battle's fought: glory be to God." He died in the faith, and has now entered into the joy of his Lord. J. N. CONNEXIONAL DEPARTMENT. MOVEMENTS IN MANCHESTER DURING THE AUTUMN. AN ADDRESS FROM THE MINISTERS OF THE METHODIST NEW CONNEXION, PETER STREET CHAPEL, MANCHESTER. DEAR FRIEND,-Where shall you be ten thousand years from this day? Think not the question unnecessary or trivial. You will then be alive, and have a habitation, a character, and a state of being, as real and personal as you have this moment. True, your place will not then be found in this world-true, your body will have mouldered into dust,-your present habitation will have gone into ruin,-the street you now live in be unknown,-this town probably be blotted from existence,-perhaps the world itself will have been destroyed by the general conflagration: but amid all these changes your spirit shall survive. "Amid the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds," the thinking principle within you, and about which you care so little, shall retain its vitality, consciousness, and power, and its intense susceptibilties of happiness or woe. Ten thousand years from this day you shall find indeed not only that you live, but that the ages you have past, form a period which is only the beginning of your existence contrasted with the myriads of myriads of ages which still stretch before you. Arithmetic cannot calculate, and your own imagination cannot grasp, the ages of that period through which you are destined to live,-they can only tell you that all the ages which figures can indicate, merely specify a period which leaves the duration of your being undiminished! You cannot destroy your existence; death itself cannot destroy it; and unnumbered ages cannot lessen its duration. I therefore repeat the solemn question,- Where will your spirit be ten thousand years from this day? Where its locality? What its character? and what its condition? In Eternity there are but two places for human beings-Heaven or Hell! but two characters,-the righteous or the wicked! but two states,-happiness or misery! Which will your's be? One of these vast extremes will certainly be your's your portion, your inheritance, your mode of existence, and that for ever, yea, for ever and ever. On one of these two states you will enter very soon. The moment of death is the solemn, the awful moment, when one of these must be realized. How soon that moment may come, you know not. It is possible it may be a year distant; but it is also possible it may occur this year, this month, this week, or this day! Again then I press the question,-" Where will your spirit be when it enters eternity?" Do you feel it difficult to answer? Allow me then to enquire "Where would it be if summoned into eternity this day?" Is this difficult too? Allow me then to ask "where are you now going?" The future must grow out of the present. Every way leads to an end. What then is your present state and character? In what way are you now walking? In the way to Heaven or to Hell? Are you converted? Are you happy? Are you prepared to die? you unprepared, unhappy, thoughtless, wicked? Oh, if the latter be your case, is it not time to change your course, to repent, to prepare for the day of judgment? How long have you lived in the world and yet hitherto neglected that duty, of all others the most important; and slighted those interests, of all others the most precious in their nature, and the most imperative in their claims? Friend, thou hast the capacities of an angel, live not like a brute. Thou art born for eternity,—for heaven;-live not merely for a flitting moment. Thou art redeemed with a price of infinite value, thou art invited to Christ by the persuasions and intreaties of ineffable love; but impenitence frustrates the richest mercy and the noblest destiny. Seek salvation through the blood of the Lamb, slain for thee; but seek it now. God would have thee to be saved, to be happy for ever; come to him then for mercy, but come now. Delay not, lest the golden opportunity be lost for ever. Delay not, lest slighted mercy be withdrawn. Delay not, lest suspended wrath overtake thee, and that awful threatening be fulfilled in thee as it hath been in thousands of presumptuous sinners" He that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy."-Proverbs xxix. 1. Impenitent, thou art standing on the brink of an awful precipice, a fathomless gulph is yawning at thy feet, and malignant demons are eagerly waiting and watching for thee as their prey. We invite thee to Christ, to salvation, and heaven; and offer our friendly aid, our counsel, and our prayers. We bid thee welcome to our ordinances, our privileges, and blessings; and would affectionately say,-"We are journeying unto the place of which the Lord hath said, I will give it you: come thou with us, and we will do thee good for the Lord hath spoken good concerning Israel."-Numbers x. 29. Or are At EBENEZER CHAPEL, Peter-street, we have public religious worship every Lord's day, at half-past Ten in the morning, and at Six in the evening; also at halfpast seven on Tuesday evening. A Sunday School for children of all denominations, is held at Nine in the morning, and Two in the afternoon. While we earnestly and respectfully invite you to our chapel, we make your children welcome to our school, and shall feel happy in contributiug every scriptural means to promote the welfare of yourself and family, and beg to subscribe ourselves, Yours most respectfully, WILLIAM COOKE, DAVID SHELDON, MINISTE PS.-We beg to call your attention to a series of Lectures on important subjects, which are intended (God willing) to be delivered in Peter Street Chapel, according to the follwing announcement. N. B.-In the neighbourhood of the Chapel, there will be preaching in the open air at five o'clock every Lord's Day afternoon, when the weather is favouable. BRUNSWICK CHAPEL, LONDON. ANNIVERSARY AND SPECIAL SERVICES. ON the 21st of November last, the Rev. Jabez Bunting, D.D., preached the morning sermon, from Heb. iv. 14. A discourse rich in evangelical matter, remarkably lucid both in its arrangement and expression, and which was also pointed, powerful, and profitable. The Rev. A. Lynn, of Sheffield, conducted an afternoon and evening service, with his usual fidelity and earnestness; and the blessing of God gave efficiency to the labours of his devoted servant. At a tea meeting, the following day, suitable addresses were delivered by the Revs. A. Lynn, J. Bakewell, and W. Ford, and by Messrs. Riddlesdell, Martin, Bates, and Taylor. An affecting account was given of some of the vicissitudes distinguishing our past history in the metropolis; the favourable position in which the Conference has now placed this chapel was fully explained; our London friends were reminded of their special obligations to Connexional generosity; and all present were pressingly exhorted to attain higher spirituality of mind, and to manifest more ardent and constant zeal in the cause of our Lord and Saviour. Our social intercourse was hallowed by the Divine presence; and we felt "how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity." At our morning prayer meetings and protracted evening services during the week, we were not without evidences of reviving spiritual influence and saving power. While thankful for these undeserved tokens of God's favour, we both need and fervently desire greater and continued prosperity. Perhaps no Circuit in the Connexion has suffered more than London has been suffering for some time past. The circumstances of our Members generally, have been greatly depressed; we have had amongst us frequent affliction, and deaths oft; and we have been still further enfeebled by an unusually large number of removals. "Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent Thee concerning Thy servants. O satisfy us early with Thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil. Let Thy work appear unto Thy servants, and Thy glory unto their children. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us; and establish Thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish Thou it.” Amen. W. FORD. THE MISSION. Southwood Cottage, Stockport, Dec. 13th, 1847. MR. EDITOR-I have been honoured with the confidence of the Connexion in my appointment of Treasurer to the Methodist New Connexion Missions, since the last Liverpool Conference to the present. I was told at the Hanley Conference, that from that time there ought to be no further charge for interest; this was at the time the balance in advance was paid by the Treasurer of the Jubilee Fund. I have |