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stance, reminding us that this is not our rest, tending to steady the mind and temper our joys, viz., the absence of our esteemed brother, G. Doggett. Many inquired, on our arrival, as to how our friend was; but we did our best to keep back the mournful news till after the morning service. Then, when the friends were all seated at the dinner tables, we felt impelled, after expressing pleasure in having our dear old friend, Mr. Dickerson, with us once more, to remove all feelings of suspense, and to announce that our brother, Mr. Doggett, was no more.

This intelligence was received with evident emotion by the numerous friends, which cannot be wondered at, knowing how much he was respected and beloved, having been the means of bringing the Gospel into the neighbourhood in the year 1830, and striven assiduously to support the cause.

Mr. Dickerson then rose to make a few remarks, but broke completely down in the attempt, his feelings overcoming him. Mr. Horton, of Uckfield, an old friend of the deceased, also spoke in terms of love and appreciation. It is always painful to part with friends ; but in the present case we can but feel thankful to our heavenly Father that so much mercy was mingled with the event of his removal from this vale of tears to the home of the sanctified. He now realises the full import of those lines he so often repeated,

None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good,” which were so greatly blessed to his soul many years ago, under a sermon by Mr. Dickerson, in the old barn at Crowborough, and formed the nota bene attached to each hymn composed by himself, to be sung on anniversary occasions. We thank God for what our brother was through matchless mercy; for the grace that upheld him those many years, and now for the abundant entrance given him into the everlasting kingdom.

The cause at Forest Fold has lost a kind and generous friend ; but may brother Littleton, who still labours with evident tokens of the divine blessing, and the church over which he presides, be enabled to look unto the everlasting hills and to lean upon the arm of unswerring faithfulness.

We sincerely hope the dear friends who contributed annually for the support of the cause at Crowborough, will kindly continue their much needed aid. Shall be glad to receive any amount for that

object, so that this deserving people may be cheered still, and the cause maintained which was so dear to the heart of our late brother, G. Doggett.

C. MASTERSON. 52, Grove Road, Mile End Road,

London, E. A hymn of praise sung at the anniversary

on Tuesday, June 1st. Great God, we bless and praise Thy name,

That we are spared to meet; And join to celebrate Thy fame,

And bow before Thy feet. May we like David homage pay

To Him who's David's Lord,
For having spared us to this day,

To hear Thy sacred word.
May gospel food be spread this day

Within this house of prayer ;
And saint and sinner led to say,

We've found our Jesus here.
May all thy sheep sweet pasture find

Within this Forest Fold,
That not a lamb may stray behind,

Nor left to starve with cold.
May all Thy servants here this day

Preach Christ, and Christ alone;
To raise our thoughts beyond dismay

To Him who hath aton'd.

Now to the Father, and the Son,

And to the Holy Ghost,
Be equal praise and glory giv'n,
By all the ransom'd host.


FOREST ROAD, DALSPON. The above cause, after a struggle, has by God's goodness and assistance from friends gained relief from debt. En. couraging and pleasant meetings were held, at which the attendance was good, and we hope much spiritual profit was realised.

The association kindly gave the sum of £10. The church, pastor, and friends raised over £42, and the collections at the services amounted to nearly £10, so that now the debt is paid, and the building free for the remainder of the term. This was the fifteenth year of the pastorate, during which help has been obtained of God.

The thanks of the pastor and church are tendered to all who helped them to obtain their freedom,



With the Master." The substance of a Sermon by CHARLES Hill, of Stoke Ash, delivered before the

Suffolk and Norfolk Association of Baptist Churches, assembled at Stow, market, June 2, 1880.

“ Master, it is good to be here." Mark ix, 5.

“ Join all the glorious names of wisdom, love, and power,

That mortals ever knew, that angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak His worth,

To mean to set" the MASTER forth. He is Master, and right glad are we that such is the case : nor would we that any other should take his place. Millions have so elected Him, and will suffer none to compare with Him.

“Master- there is in the title pre-eminent authority. All power in heaven and earth has been given unto Him. His name is a name of great command, for it is above every name. His is the throne of universal dominion.

'Tis an appellation of regard. We would bring our best praises to His feet, and laud His name in songs as ceaseless as eternity.

eternity. Nor will he reject our hosannahs. He is not too holy to be touched with a feeling of our infirmity; nor is He insensible to the songs of pilgrim trains, who chant his high praises as they wend there homeward way. “ Master”- the title also expresses affection. His people love him as they thus address Him. Love constitutes the principal element of heaven; while its absence constitutes the hell of foe and fiend. If questioned why our beloved, is more than another beloved, this is our reply; “He is altogether lovely.” This is our beloved

our Master, whose name we rejoice to extol.

He is Master everywhere. In heaven, none dispute His supremacy. Cherubim and seraphim join to sing the authority of their Maker and Monarch: while blood-washed spirits join to praise their Brother, Friend, and Lord. The world owns it. Man only is rebel to his Maker, and the earth rebels against man because he rebels against his God. By and bye this state of things will cease. The Lord will make a covenant with the stones for his people. Peace shall reign and man will loyally and lovingly own the authority of his Master and Lord.

Yet even now creation own Him as her Lord. The air owns it. The rain-drops fall according to His bidding. The stormy winds fulfil His commands. The seasons tramp on in their unvarying succession, according to His pleasure carrying in their bosoms fruits and flowers. The sea owns it. The murmuring waves admit His power, and the streamlets ripple on in their course to the ocean in obedience to the will of their Monarch and Lord.

Hell even admits the supremacy of the Master. In that dark world to which, alas ! so many wandering feet are surely tending, and of which we know but little, where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched where the wail of the lost for ever rings—and hideous cries in darkened scenes unceasingly ascend-even there His Lordship is felt. Sinners who on No. 572.-AUGUST, 1880.


was so.


earth denied his authority have there learned that He is indeed Master, and invested with the honours which they sought to take from Him. Transgressors of His laws, and not washed in his blood, nor clothed in his rightteousness, He can have nothing to do with them; and they remain monuments of deserved misery to feel for ever the dread weight of the name they once despised. Christ is Master of himself He was the only man who ever

The only man who ever spoke or acted in the authority of this sacred fact. There were heroes in other days who conspicuously failed in the mastership of self. Moses was very meek, but his greatest recorded fault was an act of arrogance. Solomon, whose reputation for wisdom was so great, gleams in the page of history as one of the most noticeable beaconlights of prodigious folly. David, the man after, God's own heart, descended to the abyss of sin and shame. Thus the great men of other days proved themselves too weak to battle with themselves; while Christ had ever the most perfect mastery over self. Never did he utter a word that he would fain recall, and which he wished might die. Never did he take one step that he desired to retrace. He performed no action but what was legitimate, and right, and which tended to the great end for which he visited this earth, and made it for a time His home.

He is Master of His work. It will never outgrow his capabilities. He is not ashamed of it, nor are we. His work yields Him unspeakable satisfaction, and he sits expecting, on the ground of it, to have His friends brought around his throne, in sinless and ceaseless fellowship, and His enemies to be made the footstool of His feet. Few that live here accomplish their life's fondly cherished purposes. Many die with their work undone. Many a Solomon has to take up the uncompleted purpose of his father. Jesus is Master of all that He has undertaken, nor shall He fail or be discouraged, till the glorious consummation crown every achievement with final success. How marvellous His life on earth! He lived not here so long, as some of us have, yet what did He not accomplish ? He never bungled at what he undertook. His work delights him, and he ever lives to perpetuate and perfect the happiness of His people, till they all be gathered in the world above. He is Master of the conscience. This Satan never was.

Conscience is a little bit of God in man, which sin and Satan could never reach. It belongs to Him who holds the seas in His hand, and whose control is owned by the boisterous waves. The conscience may be drenched with opiates, but never destroyed; and will awake at the bidding of the flaming law of God, whose rule is universal. Many a man who has passed unscathed over fields of dire slaughter, and has heard unmoved the shrieks and groans of the dying has started back at the voice of conscience suddenly aroused within him. Satan and sin have no supremacy over conscience.

“Give place,”

cries; I belong not to you," I must witness for my Creator, and will not be hushed into silence.

My hearer, you have a conscience. You may think it will slumber for ever, but such will not be the case. It will wake some day, and lead you to the bar and book of the living God.

Where, however, sin abounds, grace superabounds. Satan is not Lord of the conscience, but Christ is. Where Satan cannot reign, the Master can: and conscience, led by righteousness, owns Him as its Lord.

He is Master of sin. Sin is in the world; but it was not always in it, and shall have orders to leave. Christ will drive it from this very globe, and render it as pure as when it first left His hands. He is Master of death. He has come out of its den, bearing the keys of hell by His side. Where, O grave, is thy victory? The victory is His. He has obtained it for Himself and all that are one with Him.

Master, it is good to be here." It is good-unmixed and unmingled good to be anywhere with Him. How good is not said. "Tis too good to be

' described. Words will not depict the benefit of the Master's presence.

'Twas good to be with Him in the wilderness—to march across its sunburnt sands when he led the way. Night fell, and his presence glowed into miraculous glory which cast its strange soft light all round. The morning dawned, and lo, around lay the food with which He fed the advancing host; and following on their footprints, there flowed ever the trickling stream which the sands could not drink up. Oh, 'twas good to be His guest-good to partake of what He had prepared-good to be one who had been made brave to trust the Master.

'Twas good to be with Him on the storm-riven main, and to see creation come and kiss His feet. Eager as they were to do mischief, the waves knew their Master. The veriest cockle-boat is safe, if He guards it.

'Twas good to be with Him, even in a den of lions. Good, though in the fiery furnace where the eager flames blazed around the men they could not consume. Good to be with Him in the ark, while the devastating deluge destroyed all around.

But oh, what would lions and flames have been without Him? What was the flood to all who were not guarded by His presence? The rising waves of deluge-fury climbed up after every one He was not with until all were drowned; but Noah was safe, nor could destruction come near him.

Yes, it is ever good to be with the Master. Good in the prison-cell, though environed by huge walls and securely held in durance by the powerful foe. The darkness hideth not from Him, and songs of praise attest the joy resulting from His felt presence.

Specially is it good to be with the Masters on the mount" when the command has gone forth, “O Zion, get thee up into the high mountain"-get thee

up above the clouds, which will then put the world and earthly surroundings out of sight-get thee up where the sunlight wreaths the hill-top with celestial radiance, and the Master displays a little of the glory of His home in heaven, to afford just a glimpse of what he now is.

Great men have generally been mountain men, and we hold them in high regard. The scenes and associations of mountain life have always tended to develop what is noble in humanity, and to stir and stimulate men who reside among them to deeds of valour. The great men of Scripture were many of them mountain men, whose lives were spent amid the rugged beauty of the everlasting hills.

Such sing— Master, it is good to be here."

In considering our subject we shall notice the scene presented to the eyes : the sounds that reached the ears : and the sensations that filled the minds of of the disciples, the SCENE, the SOUND, and the SENSATIONS. I. The sight or scene presented to their eyes.

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What was it ? A vision ? Undoubtedly! A miracle.—Yes, but far more than either of these. Not like some visions was this.

“ The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit shall dissolve,
And like the baseless fabric of a vision,

Leave not a rack behind." A vision this might indeed have been styled, but it left more than a rack behind. The remembrance of Tabor's scene lingered like a golden sunset in their memories long after its actual brightness had faded from their view. After the lapse of thirty-four years—years filled with arduous and exciting toil and which might well obliterate an ordinary event from one's recollection, Peter refers to it. We,”

were eye-witnesses of His majesty. For He received from God the Father honour and glory, when there came to Him such a voice from the excellent glory, This is My beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. And this voice we heard when we were with Him in the holy mount.”

This great sight is still present to faith's eye. As if it were passing before us in panoramic vision, we behold it still, and while it awes us with its transcendent glory it touches us with its perfect humanness to the present hour. How human is the Bible ! It is for human hearts. It was an illustrious gathering

" Few in number but a chosen band,

A holy gathering-an assembly of saints." The disciples were indeed sinners, but their sins caused them no disquietude then. They felt them not. Sin and the devil are cowards, and flee when the Master comes. Sin revels in the darkness; but let but the Saviour appear and it vanishes away.

They were God's men; He had graven His name upon them. They were great men-great in their intelligence, great in their grace. Let none speak against them.

They were noble men, of noble principles. Their lives were the expression of their principles.

They were God's men, and their lives were sublime. Their footprints on the sands of time are not yet obliterated. In yonder world we shall rejoice to see them.

It was a grand representative assembly. Those who met there were men, not angels.

The men with Jesus were representative men. They represented two past dispensations. The law was there to pay its homage to the Redeemer --for law and gospel are not opposed to each other, they are one in Christ

, The magnified law gives sinners a chartered right to heaven while the gospel prepares the way

for them. The meeting was typical. It looked backward and forward. I regard Moses as the protoplast of the Resurrection. The devil was incensed because God would not let Him have the body of Moses, for he wished the Israelites to retain it as an object of worship.

What would then have been their sin, is a fault ofttimes committed in the


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