weep not for me thou lovely widowed sister! weep not for yourselves! we are all safe, and shall soon be all happy together; separated yet undivided, even in death. We met on earth to live in love and peace,—we meet in heaven to part no more! Our union on earth was sweet, our separation shall be short, and our re-union eternal!"

He lingered on for several months, exciting the hopes and fears of his friends, till August, when his latter end was obviously drawing near. To an intimate friend he observed, "I have not ecstatic joy, but possess solid peace, and the fullest confidence. I have not any fear of death; I have carefully examined every point, and I find every thing right for both worlds." When in health he occasionally expressed a wish that he might depart suddenly, if consistent with the will of God, being apprehensive that if long afflicted he might be impatient. A friend who had heard him thus express himself, remarked to him, when sitting by his bed-side, "You now find how groundless your fears have been lest you should not have patience in affliction." He replied, "It is wonderful how God supports; it is not my own doing." He said, when extremely ill, "I am in a great storm, but with Christ in the vessel I shall weather it in safety." A friend remarked, It will be all rest, and peace, and

happiness above;" he answered, "It is all peace and joy in God now." Mrs. Glover said to him on one occasion, "Are you capable of enjoying spiritual meditations?" "O yes, at times; but when I begin to think of my mercies I am obliged to stop, the recollection of them overpowers my weak frame.' At another time he observed, “It has been my ambition, when in health to glorify God; and now it is my ambition to glorify him in great suffering." On a friend saying "I am sorry that you should be teased by taking medicines;" he replied, "It is the will of God and that is right."

His medical attendant observing to him that there was some peculiarity about his pulse, he replied, with his accustomed cheerfulness, "There is one point about my pulse which I understand, that every time it beats, it leaves the number less; and it would be wrong in me to wish it otherwise. I do not like the term, dangerous illness; how can it be called dangerous when a person is going to heaven?" To one of his family he said, "You have often refreshed me, particularly by reading the word of God. Oh! what a divine fulness do I see in that precious word! every sentence is a subject for me." When his afflicted wife said to him, "Whatever God does must be right," he replied, "Do you ever keep to that!"

On Saturday, August 26th he departed this life, between one and two in the morning; and entered on the possession of that inheritance, which sin cannot defile, and whose glory will never fade away.

MRS. BERRY.

Few, even among the subjects of divine grace, have ever been so favoured in their last illness and their last moments as the late estimable Mrs. Berry.*

Mrs. Berry, the wife of the Rev. Joseph Berry of Hackney was a Christian of no ordinary description. She was endowed with a nervous intellect-strong and ardent passions; and her taste was as delicate as her power of discrimination was correct. She was distinguished no less for the attractive amiability of her manners, than the unimpeached integrity of her principles; and while she wore with a peculiar grace of display the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, she threw out an energy of mind, in the cause of goodness which raised her to a high eminence in the esteem of her friends. In doing good she was in her element; and she not only seized, but sought opportunities to be useful. She loved the poor. She often visited them. She promoted no less than three charitable institutions in her own neighbourhood, and was secretary to them all. The ruling passion by which she was impelled and governed, was kindness "This was a perpetual stream, flowing from the fountain of a warm heart.

"Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks,
Which humour interposed too often makes-"

But such was her humility, that she was unconscious of póssessing the excellencies with which her character was adorned,

Her afflicted chamber was none other than the house of God, and the very gate of heaven. Here was Dr. Watts's strong language realized

And lose my life among the charms

Of so divine a death.

Some representations and expressions must not die with her. We will follow the order of time in stating them.

From the end of December, till beyond the middle of January, she scarcely ever composed herself to sleep, without repeating again and

and while these who knew her best, regarded her as an ornament to her sex, she felt her personal guilt, and impurity, and renouncing all dependence on her own virtues, looked for eternal life through the abounding mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ.

It was the privilege and the happiness of the writer to live on terms of social intimacy with her during the last six years of her life, and he avails himself of the opportunity of paying a tribute of respect to her memory by saying, that she was one of the most accomplished-one of the most cheerful—one of the most spiritual, and one of the most amiable Christians he ever knew; and he cannot refrain from adding that if all who bear that distinguished appellation, carried their religious principles to an equal elevation, and displayed them, in the same degree of harmonious beauty, the world would have an evidence of the divinity of our common salvation which no objections could invalidate, which no sophistry could perplex, which no resistance could withstand.