house of prayer. At the close of the Sabbathevening service she was filled with delight if her mother stayed to the prayer-meeting. On arriving at home she would mention many things that she had heard in the sermon. If the afternoon happened to turn out wet, she expressed great disappointment at not being able to attend school, but would content herself by saying "mothers know better than children;" and so, taking her little Testament, would ponder over it for a time. Indeed, her Testament was read by her through and through again, she seemed never to weary of it. It was about fifteen months before her death that her thoughts concerning eternal things became matured and deep, and this through the Lord's blessing upon the prayers and conversation of her dear mother, who never concealed from her the state of her health or deceived her with hopes of recovering from the decline that was now fully manifesting itself. This did not trouble the dear child; her greatest anxiety was to be saved from eternal death. Often with many tears would she ask her mother if she thought she would be lost, and would cry, "O Lord Jesus, have mercy upon me, a sinful little child." She is now in St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The text, "My Beloved is mine, and I am His" (Song ii. 16), she often repeated to her mother, telling her that she belonged to Jesus, and that Jesus belonged to her. I went off this afternoon to the hospital, and there I had an interesting conversation with her. She said, "Now I shall be happy, as I have seen you once more; I wish some of your people would visit me." I promised her that I would come again, but I fear her time is very short, for the woman in the next bed told me that there was a change in her for the worse. Friday, 26th.-I visited Mrs. Taylor. She fetched home Lizzy this morning, that she might die at home. Lizzy said to me, "You remember telling me of a little boy who said that whether he lived, he lived to the Lord, or whether he died, he died to the Lord'? So say I, 'whether I live or die, I am Christ's.'" 66 Sunday, 28th.-At one o'clock this morning I was awoke by a loud knock at my door. It was a messenger from Mrs. Taylor to tell me that Lizzy was dying and wished to see me. I dressed, and, accompanied by a Christian young man who resides with me, we went together. She sang in a clear shrill voice, “Oh, that will be joyful." The friends and I sang, There is a fountain filled with blood." She heartily joined; and then she asked me to pray. I saw her again at 11 o'clock, and she told me that she should not die to-day. He mother told me that her constant prayer was, Jesus, lead me through "—"lead me through;" referring to "The valley of the shadow of death." A Christian neighbour remarked, "She has taken a firm hold on Christ." Her father asked me to kneel down and offer special prayer for him; I did so. Oh that this may prove one of Christ's loud and successful knocks at the door of his heart! 66 Monday, 29th. After I left yesterday, Mr. Hour Sunday-school superintendent, called in. As soon as Lizzy caught sight of him, she said, "I am! going to Jesus, sir." In the evening Mr. Mcalled at first she did not seem at home with him; but he sang to her two hymns and engaged in prayer. After he was gone she remarked to her mother, "I like him much." Indeed, her mother said, "She likes all who pray with her." When her mother brought her home from the hospital, she threw her arms fondly around her وو neck; exclaiming, "Oh, I do so love you, mother; but I love Jesus more.' Her mother said to her, "Would you not like to stay with me one week before going home to Jesus?" She answered, "Go now." On one occasion she said, “Oh, if I should be lost, and go to hell! But, mother, do you think I am safe? I do love Jesus." Her mother wept this morning; but they were tears of gratitude and tears of joy. She told me how grateful to God she felt for the loan of such a child, and that her little one was spared to her to give such evidence of being accepted in the Beloved. On awaking out of her sleep, her mother pressed her to take some nourishment; she answered, "Jesus has filled me." Wednesday, May 1st.-Found that Lizzy died shortly after I left the house yesterday. I gleaned the following additional particulars concerning her in conversation with her mother. On Monday night, waving her hand upwards, she commenced singing, "I am going up there Around the throne of God in heaven.' She asked her mother for a little bag given her by her teacher, and picked out a card on which was the hymn— "You often hear of Jesus; But do you love Him too?" She sang these lines, then broke off saying, "I do I do I do-I do; most wonderful that He died on the cross for sinners like me. He washed me in His precious blood. Don't cry, mother; I can't cry. It is not every mother that has two in heaven; but you will soon have two there. When you bury me, don't cry as you did when you buried the baby, but look up to heaven, and remember I am there." Just before her death, with a heavenly expression of countenance, she said to her mother, "I am going now." Calling her father, she clasped him around his neck and seemed as if she could not get away from him, so near did the interests of his soul lay to her heart. At length with upraised and clasped hands she said, "My Jesus, take me now." And God took her. Tuesday, 7th.-Accompanied by one of the teachers and a few young friends, we met at the house of our friends, Mr. and Mrs. T 1 Thess. iv., and sang the hymn, "Why do we mourn departing friends, ; read We then went on to Finchley, and, when the chaplain had left the grave, we committed her body to the care and keeping of the Lord Jesus. There we leave her until the resurrection morning —a little seed, to yield the Redeemer a sweet flower of paradise. Sunday, 12th.-At my meeting this evening I spoke of the death of Elizabeth Taylor from the words, "I thank Thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes." Many were in tears, both men and women. We felt our faith strengthened and Christ more precious and endeared unto us by His dealings with this little one. "O name of value infinite! and yet Thou mov'st our spirits with a deeper thrill, For the dear lives that have Thy music breathed, For Thou the last Gift art our lost one leaves, As shipwrecked sailors clasp a plank, and launch Then, safely floated to the home of peace, -0880 CORRESPONDENCE. [The following sample of the kind wishes accompanying His God is still able his strength to renew, success. E. COBB. |