some others of his children were present, the subjects of conversation were of the same kind He bore his part in them, took his tea, and appeared as well as any of the company. After tea, all present knelt down and prayed; and not more than five minutes had elapsed, from the close of the prayer, when the writer, who was sitting opposite to him, observed a slight but unusual movement of his arms and legs, and heard him utter a low, indistinct noise; and instantly, without a struggle or a groan, he expired. Indeed, so sudden was his death, that, within one minute from the time of this movement, all pulsation ceased. But he was ready, quite ready, to finish in heaven the Sabbath which he had, so far, well spent on earth. He joined the Wesleyan society, and was converted to God thirty years ago. He had also filled the office of Class-Leader for about twenty-five years; and had, from the period of his conversion to the time of his death, maintained a uniformly good character. The effects of his good example, and of his endeavours to train children in the way that they should go, are happily conspicuous in those of his own house; for eight of ten children who survive him are consistent members of the Wesleyan society, and the other two are well disposed, and of good character. Indeed, if we include the wives and husbands of those of them who are married, not less than seventeen of his family, who followed his mortal remains to the grave, bid fair to join his glorified spirit in heaven. N. S.

Nov. 9th.-At Easingwold, Amy, fifth daughter of the late Rev. John Gill. From a child

she was outwardly moral. In 1835 she was con vinced of the necessity of a change of heart, and began to seek earnestly the pearl of great price. Very soon she obtained peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Since then her growth in grace and fervent piety have been manifest to all her friends. During a long and painful illness, she was kept from murmuring, and exemplified perfect resignation to the will of God. Like her sister Caroline, (who preceded her to glory,) she was enabled to testify of the power of Christ to save to the uttermost. Her last words were, "Victory, victory, through the blood of the Lamb!" J. B.

Nov. 14th. At Letheringsett, in the Holt Circuit, Mary, wife of Mr. Thomas Gales, aged forty-eight, having been a member of the Methodist society about thirty years. In consequence of frequent bodily affliction and constitutional timidity, her enjoyments for many years were not of a high order; yet at times she experienced very clear manifestations of the pardoning love of God. Her last affliction was long, and attended with excruciating pain. For more than two years, she bore her severe sufferings with humble submission to the divine will. During the last fortnight of her life, it was very affecting to witness her extreme suffering; but, by divine grace, her mind was kept in peace. The last few days, owing to extreme weakness, she spoke but little. What she did say was expressive of peace, and humble confidence in the atonement. The last words that she distinctly uttered were, "Happy! happy! Peace! Glory!" P. J.

Tis midnight: o'er Judea's plains
A more than mortal silence reigns;
The starry hosts, in squadrons bright,
Glow in the firmament of night;
And shepherds watch their sleeping fold,
Beneath that arch of fretted gold.
When lo! a stream of glorious light

Burst in appalling splendour there,
And show'd, to their astonish'd sight,
A seraph visitant of air.
Radiant in beams ineffable

The herald-angel stood confest,
And thus in liquid sweetness fell

The accents of the heavenly guest :"Fear not! to you and all mankind

Glad tidings of great joy I bring:

In David's city ye shall find

A new-born Saviour, Christ,
King;

A manger is his humble bed,
And, while the virgin mother keeps
Her vigils round that holy head,
E'en there the world's

sleeps."

He spake attending seraphim

and

Redeemer

Confirm the mission from above; And countless thousands swell the hymn Of triumph and redeeming love! O! who but they, whose gifted eyes

Were bless'd with this apocalypse,
May speak the' angelic harmonies

Of golden harps and cherub lips?
The hierarchy of heaven again
Pour'd jubilant the' exulting strain,
As at creation's birth:
And thus the lofty prelude ran,
"Glory to God, good-will to man,

And peace to all on earth."
Unveil'd appear the glittering throng,
Salvation is their joyful song;
While hallelujahs fill the sky,
And hail the "Day-spring from on
high;"

And Truth and Mercy, met, inspire
The strains of this celestial choir.
Slowly recede the heavenly host,
And dying echoes, soft and clear,
Melt into silence on the ear,
As in the realms of light the pageantry
is lost.