AMELIA BERRY,

wife of our old and long-tried friend Mr. David Berry, of Newsome, breathed her happy spirit into the hands of Jesus on the 8th instant, aged 68 years.

This estimable woman was one of those sincere and unassuming followers of the dear Redeemer, who command esteem wherever they are known. Her eminent piety and uniform Christian character rendered her a great favourite amongst our friends in Huddersfield. That dreadful malady, cancer, threatened her valuable life some time ago, and relaxed not its fatal hold until it had undermined her constitution and brought her to the grave. Never has it been my privilege to visit a more cheerful and happy Christian throughout a long affliction than our dear departed friend. Her confidence in God was unbroken, and she kept the faith steadfast to the end.

The issue was certain, but no one expected it was so near at hand. On the day above-named, she left her bed and walked towards the fire-place; arriving there she sat down, and, without a sigh or a groan, her trium

ELIZABETH SCHOFIELD. DIED in Bury New-road, Manchester, on Tuesday, the 29th December, 1863, our respected sister, Elizabeth Scho field, in the 75th year of her age. She attended divine service at Salem, on Sunday, the 27th, in her usual health, and in the morning of the day on which she died, seemed moderately well, and after dinner reclined on her couch to take her accustomed rest, but falling asleep she awoke no more, the spirit having peacefully entered into the joy of her Lord. She had been a consistent member of the Connexion about 50 years, first at Mossley, and then in Manchester. In Manchester she and her former husband (Mr. William Robinson) were for some years the governor and matron of the workhouse, discharging their responsible duties with great satisfaction and honour, and now their remains repose in the same grave, in our chapel-yard at Mossley, awaiting the resurrection of the just. In life they were highly respected, and in death are unspeakably happy, being ever with the Lord. R. H.

The London Quarterly Review. No. XLII. London: Henry James Tressider.

THIS is a very superior number of the London Quarterly. Its varied and well-chosen topics embrace the great questions of the day-social, scientific, and religious, which are discussed with penetration and power, with literary and scientific acumen, and with uncompromising loyalty to the truth. One article has especial interestthat on the great rhetorical lie, which is now exciting and disturbing superficial minds-" Renan's Life of Jesus." The review is close, searching, and effective. That the reader may see the range of important topics in this number, we introduce its summary of contents-Penal Servitude,

Manchester Church Congress, Ret Works on Heaven, John Howe,

Mexico, Scientific Nomenclature, The Latest from New Zealand, Renan's Life of Jesus, and Brief Literary Notices, which, though brief, are thoughtful estimates of some of the most important works of the day; that, however, on Mr. Williams's recent work is, in our judgment, unnecessarily severe. We have not space for the lengthened notice which the value of this number deserves; and, therefore, with this brief notice, we must conclude by cordially recommending it to the careful perusal of our thoughtful readers.

A New Year's Address to the Members of Christian Churches, being an Exposition of Jude 21, 22. By the Rev. D. ROUND. London: Methodist New Connexion Book-room, 42, Paternoster Row.

WE have read this sermon with much

satisfaction. It is a plain, but sound, judicious, and faithful discourse, well adapted for usefulness; and we cordially recommend it to our readers.

The Congregational Year Book for 1864. London: Jackson and Walford. THIS Volume consists of no less than 426 pages of closely-printed matter, containing the proceedings of the Congregational Union for 1863, and the general statistics of the denomination; and this mass of information is sold for the trifling sum of one shilling and sixpence.

Revivals, are they desirable? and

why are not their fruits abiding? London: Stevenson, 53, Paternoster Row.

The Marriage of the King's Son; or, the Heavenly Bridegroom and His Earthly Bride. London: Elliot Stock. THESE little works are written in a Christian spirit, with a pure intention to do good. That on Revivals answers objections effectively, as well as temperately; and both are adapted for usefulness.

Cassell's Bible Dictionary, Illustrated.
Part VII. London: Cassell, Petter,
and Galpin.
THIS Dictionary keeps up its character.

The articles are prepared with scholar. ship and care; and should the work proceed to the end with the same ability, it will be a most useful one.

The Christian Work: a Magazine of Missionary Information. January. Published at "Good Words" Office, 32, Ludgate Hill, London.

THERE is much valuable information in this number respecting the work of God in many parts of the world.

BOOKS RECEIVED.

Missions, Apostolic and Modern, by F. W. Briggs.

Lost, but not for Ever, by Rev. R. W. Vanderkiste.

The Divine and the Human, by T.
Hughes.

My Poor Brother, by Mrs. Sewell.
Tales from Aunt Mary's Portfolio.
Brands Plucked from the Burning, by
Rev. J. H. Wilson.

Loving Words in Poetry and Prose.
Christian Work for Gentle Hands, by
John Dwyer.

The Punishment of Death Reviewed, by F. Rowton.

The Life-Boat; or, Journal of the National Life-Boat Association.

THE VOICE OF THE DEPARTED.

I SHINE in the light of God;

His likeness stamps my brow;

Through the valley of death my feet have trod, And I reign in glory now.

No breaking heart is here,

No keen and thrilling pain,

No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear
Hath rolled, and left its stain.

I have reached the joys of heaven;
I am one of the sainted band;

On my head a crown of gold is given,
And a harp is in my hand.

I have learned the song they sing
Whom Jesus hath set free,

And the glorious walls of heaven still ring
With my new-born melody.

No sin, no grief, no pain,

Safe in my happy home,

My fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
My hour of triumph's come.

Oh, friends of mortal years,

The trusted and the true,

Ye are waiting yet in the valley of tears, But I wait to welcome you.

Do I forget? Oh, no!

For memory's golden chain

Shall bind my heart to the hearts below, Till they meet to touch again.

Each link is strong and bright,
And love's electric flame

Flows freely down, like a river of light,
To the world from whence it came.

Do you mourn when another star
Shines out in the glittering sky?

Do you weep when the raging voice of war
And the storms of conflict die ?

Then why do your tears run down,
Why your hearts so sorely riven,

For another gem in a Saviour's crown,
And another soul in heaven ?

CONFIDENCE OF CHILDREN. NEVER permit yourself or any one to repulse a child's simplicity of confidence, in the matter of either question or remark, by a contemptuous laugh at its ignorance. On this point I have a life-long feeling. It is most unwise, and on the parent's part cruel in the extreme, to meet with ridicule, or harshness, or contempt, a child's early efforts at expressing its thoughts, or at obtaining fuller information on subjects that are floating in its mind, and have perplexed its juvenile comprehension. Often has my heart ached over an intelligent child thus repulsed from the threshold of knowledge, covered with shame and mortification, and paralysed by discouragement; and I have seen, in the bewildered countenance, the quivering lip, and the drooping head, the evidences that a cruel, perhaps fatal blow had been struck at the important element of all improvement and advancement of life, self-reliance-and at that filial confidence which lies at the very foundation of filial obedience.

R. A. West.

THE THANKFUL HEART. IF one should give me a dish of sand and tell me there were particles of iron in it, I might look for them with my eyes, and search for them with my clumsy fingers, and be unable to detect them; but let me take a magnet and sweep through it, and how would it draw to itself the most invisible particles, by the mere power of attraction! The unthankful heart, like my finger in the sand, discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart sweeps through the day, and as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find every hour some heavenly blessings; only the iron in God's sand is gold.-O. W. Holmes.

FINDING FAULT WITH YOUR CHILDREN.

Ir is at times necessary to censure and unish; but very much more may be

by encouraging children when do well. Be, therefore, more

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careful to express your approbation of good conduct than your disapprobation of bad. Nothing can more discourage a child than a spirit of incessant faultfinding on the part of its parents; and hardly anything can exert a more injurious influence upon the disposi tion both of the parent and child. There are two great motives influenc. ing human action hope and fear. Both of these are at times necessary. But who would not prefer to have her child influenced to good conduct by a desire of pleasing rather than by the fear of offending? If a mother never expresses her gratification when her children do well, and is always censuring them when she sees anything amiss, they are discouraged and unhappy; their dispositions become hardened and soured by this ceaseless fretting; and, at last finding that, whether they do well or ill, they are equally found fault with, they relinquish all efforts to please, and become heedless of reproaches.

ON SOCIAL PRAYER.

SOCIAL prayer is closely connected with faith, in the capital promise of the sanctifying Spirit; and therefore I earnestly recommend that means of grace (where it can be had) as being eminently useful to the attainment of Christian perfection. When many believing hearts are lifted up, and wrestle with God in prayer together, you may compare them to many diligent hands which work a large pump; at such times particularly the fountains of the great deep are broken up, the windows of heaven are opened, and rivers of living water flow from the heart of faithful believers.-Rev. J. Fletcher on Perfection.

GUERNSEY.

DEAR SIR,-You and your readers will be glad to know that the ladies in this circuit, Guernsey, have again been successful in their Annual Bazaar, held the three first days of this year. They have realized the sum of £170; £100 of which, as is their annual custom, they have given to the trustees, towards paying off the debt on our new and beautiful chapel; the remaining £70 they have generously handed over to the treasurer-steward towards wiping off the circuit debt.

B. COLLENETTE, M.D.

continent. Then at it, ye Sunday Scholars and Missionary Collectors! Make all those persons who assisted you last year double the amount of their assistance this year. Tell them the Lord wants the money to send another Mission

ary to Australia, and that you must have it. If you send the money to the Missionary Treasurer, the Committee will soon find an able man to send to Melbourne. J. MAUGHAN.

CALEDON CAMP MEETING.

ON Saturday, the 19th, we left Toronto by the 10 a.m. train, to proceed to the Camp-meeting at Bellfountain. The storm on Thursday evening had cooled the air, but it had unsettled the weather, and it seemed doubtful whether we should have a fine day for the Sabbath services. We, however, proceeded to our destina tion, and found the brethren hard at work when we arrived.

The eamp ground was well selected. It descended with a gentle slope from the outer limit to the preacher's stand, and thus the congregation was able to see the preachers, whose voices were assisted not only by the formation of the ground, but by the roof of the stand, which acted as a sounding-board. The country in which the camp-ground is situated is on the "Caledon Hills," and were it not for the immense boulders and protruding limestone rocks which everywhere present themselves to view, the country would be very beautiful-as it, doubtless, is very healthy, and well adapted to wheat growing purposes; but the aforesaid rocks and stones are a constant hindrance to locomotion, and must necessitate great labour and cost to the farmer in the cultivation of the land. No man who has the rheumatism need travel in this region -and no indolent man need settle there. It is the country for hardy men to occupy; for untiring industry to cultivate, and in time will become one of the most picturesque portions of Canada.

There were some natural curiosities to examine in the neighbourhood, in the shape of geological formations. The rocks have been formed by grand upheavings

of nature, and the abundance of lime in the rocks and soil impregnates the water with that substance, so that where it flows exposed to air, and coming in contact with mosses and other vegetable substance, the lime deposits itself thereon, and forms very beautiful "petrifications," as they are called, which, however, are merely deposits of lime on the fibres of the plant, which harden by time, and may be detached in large lumps from the surrounding rocks. Several specimens were shown to us-and they were very pretty and interesting, but we had not time to visit the place where they chiefly abound, and we brought none of them away with us.

The devil's pulpit" is close by this spot, but we did not visit the cavern so called, Mr. Stacey thinking it quite as well to leave this institution to the owner. One thing which contributed to the beauty of the site of the camp-ground was the abundance of beech trees upon it, whose light and graceful foliage gave the view skyward a very etherial aspect. The sunlight seemed to dance upon the leaves-which were moving and trembling in the breeze, giving a graceful, life-like appearance to the spot, as if it were the home of spiritual visitants from the bright region above us.

Wearied with travel and want of sleep the previous night, we left the campground about seven o'clock, and went to our lodgings. We might have remained in the tents all night, but we feared the cold and damp which penetrated them, and preferred a more civilized habitation. We left the brethren engaged in exhortation and prayer, and evidently a gracious influence pervaded all hearts as the good work went on.