tenance changed a little; and the sick man, by a sudden effort, turned himself, opened his eyes, and clasping his hands thrice, cried out in language like this: "O! glory and praise unto Thee, O Lord! O! what mercy and goodness Thou hast shown me this day!-Glory unto Thee, who art now taking my soul unto Thyself, having redeemed it!"-He then expired.

NEGRO SLAVE.

The following account of the dying hours of a converted native of Africa, was given by a lady who witnessed her sufferings and comfort. This aged Christian was a slave in Antigua.-The writer says: "We often visited her, and always found her cheerful and happy, and her mouth filled with blessings. She enumerated, with all the feelings of gratitude, the advantages she had derived from our coming to see her; blessing and praising God for it, and asking in the most affectionate manner for blessings on the very ship which has brought us thither.

"She could not," she said, "forget her God, for He did not forget her: when she lay down upon her bed, He came down to her :-meaning by this to describe the spiritual communion which she enjoyed with her God and Saviour. She

told us, if it was the will of "Jesus Massa" to call her to-morrow, she should be satisfied to go: if it was his will to spare her some time longer, she should be willing to stay. We frequently called to see her, and always found her in the same strain of adoring gratitude and love. -"She often regretted her inability to come to prayers. Indeed, such was her desire to join us in worshiping God, that she once got her son to bring her on his back.

"When I asked her, on another occasion, how she did, she replied, she did not know; but He who made the soul and body knew, and the best time for calling her away. She only hoped it would not be pitch darkness; but that there might be light and that He would remember his promises to her. She thanked me when I offered her some medicine; said she would have any thing which we gave her, and that Jesus Massa would pay us for all.'

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"On another visit, she asked, 'What can poor massa do more?-what can poor missis do more? They cannot take away old age.' She repeated, that she was waiting for her summons from above; and said God spared her a little, and she thanked Him for it. By and by, when He saw his time, He would come, and then she would thank Him for that.

"She once appeared to have some doubts in

her mind; for when she spoke of her approaching departure, she said she should be glad to go, if she was to be happy, and if the way was not dark. On being asked if she did not love 'Jesus Massa,' she exclaimed in great surprise at the question, Ah! Ah!' and then told us how, years ago, she had been in the habit of visiting different plantations, to hear the word of, life; and that when she came in, fatigued with labour in the field, she did not go to seek for food to nourish her body, but went in pursuit of that bread which endureth unto eternal life. This evening she said: 'Jesus Massa come closer and closer to me.'

"The next evening she appeared so faint and low, as to be scarcely conscious of our coming in. After a while, however, she exerted herself to speak, and told us she was in pain from head to foot nobody had beat her: nobody had whipped her but 'Jesus Massa' had sent the pain, and she thanked Him for it: some day. when He saw good, He would come and take her

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"After lingering thus for some time, still in pain, but prayer and praise ever her lips, she drew near her end.

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When in her greatest extremities, she said her Saviour would give her ease when He saw fit; and if He did not

give it her now, He would give it her yonder, pointing upwards.

"Thus this aged Christian fell asleep in Jesus. Her external condition was by no means enviable. Little, however, as it presented to charm the eye of sense, a mind of spiritual discernment perceived in her humble cottage a Heavenly Guest, whose presence shed a divine splendour around, with which all the pomp of human greatness would vainly attempt to vic."

AGNES MORRIS.

Another narrative respecting a dying woman, displays a faith so strong, a hope so full of immortality, as may lead the Christian reader to exclaim-Let my last hours be like those of this poor slave. Agnes Morris, a poor Negro woman, sent a pressing request to Mrs. Thwaites, a lady resident in Antigua, to visit her :-she was in the last stage of a dropsy.

This poor creature ranked among the lowest class of slaves. Her all consisted of a little wattled * hut, and a few clothes. Mrs. Thwaites, finding her at the commencement of her illness in a very destitute condition, mentioned her case to a friend, who gave her a coat. When she paid

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her last visit, on her entering the door, Agnes exclaimed, “Misses! you come! This tongue can't tell what Jesus do for me! Me call my Saviour day and night; and He come." Laying her hand on her breast-"He comfort me here."

On being asked if she was sure of going to heaven when she died, she answered: "Yes, me sure. Me see de way clear, and shine before me”—looking and pointing upwards with a smiling face. "If da dis minute, Jesus will take me home, me ready." Some hymns being sung, she was in a rapture of joy; and in reference to the words of one of them, exclaimed: "For me for me-poor sinner!"-Lifting up her swelled hands-"What a glory! what a glory!" Seeing her only daughter weeping, she said: "What you cry for? No cry-follow Jesus-He will take care of you." And turning to Mrs. Thwaites she said: "Missis, show um de pa:" meaning the path to heaven.

Many other expressions fell from her, of a similar nature, to the astonishment of those who heard her. It was understood, she continued praying and praising God to her latest breath.

This poor creature was destitute of all earthly comforts. Her bed was a board, with a few plantain leaves over it. How many of these outcasts will be translated from outward wretched