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life was connected, the grace with which it was sanctified, and the holiness with which it was adorned, will replenish heaven with glory, and eternity with song, when earth-born grandeur and renown shall, like a dream, have passed for ever away. She was, indeed, the true warrior,-for in the morning of life she entered upon the Christian warfare, combating by faith, “not with flesh and blood, but with principalities, with powers, with the rulers of the darkness of this world, with spiritual wickedness in high places.” Hers was the splendid victory,—for she “overcame” all these foes by the "blood of the Lamb." And by her is now chanted the song of triumph that never ceases, and around her brow is bound the garland of conquest that never fades. With all her natural vigour of mind, sweetness of disposition, and personal loveliness, her moral nature was yet sinful—and this she acknowledged, felt, and deplored. But by the sovereign grace of God, and the "renewing of the Holy Ghost,” she became an humble and an enlightened believer in Jesus,-a Christian in the truest sense, and of the highest style. Reader, peruse these pages in the spirit of prayer, that the same Holy Spirit may instruct, sanctify, and prepare you for heaven.


THE wide and warm acceptance which this work has received in military circles, and especially the Divine blessing which has attended it in the conversion to Christ of several young officers in the army, has suggested its republication in a new and enlarged form. The interest of the volume is much enhanced by the appendage to the present edition of a brief sketch of LIEUTENANT-COLONEL TATTON, the honoured father of the “ Officer's Daughter," whose Christian character and peaceful, happy death are not unworthy of a place side by side with the record of the brief but brilliant life of ELIZABETH TATTON. Both are, doubtless, now among the faultless throng before the throne of God and the Lamb—the one, a lovely spring flower of holiness, plucked while yet glowing with the tints and sparkling with the 'dew of youth'—the other, a venerable 'tree of righteousness,'transferred to the paradise above, bending in lowliness beneath the golden fruit



brought forth in old age. Christ loved both, and both loved Christ, and sweet and harmonious is the song with which they unite in extolling the blood—the righteousness—the grace—the love of Him who died and rose again to bring them there. Reader ! love, and live for, this Saviour and seek to win and reach this heaven only by faith in Him. The work is done, and you have nothing to do but-believe. CHRIST must be ALL in the matter of your salvation, His ATONEMENT the one, the only hope of your acceptance with God. Believe in Jesus, and your worst sins are powerless to condemn you, and your best righteousness is worthless to justify you. GOD is ready to pardon, and the Holy Spirit to renew you, for CARIST'S sake alone. This little volume may arrest your eye amid the dissipations of the camp—the weariness of the march——the loneliness of guard--the separations, the pinings, the fond memories, or, perchance, the sickness and languor of foreign service,—read it, then, with prayer,—it may instruct, solace, and cheer you, and lead you, as it has led others of your manly yet perilous profession, to JESUS, the Saviour, the Friend, the Brother of the SOLDIER. God grant this, for the

Mediator's sake! Amen.

SATH, March 1861.


On descending, upon one occasion, from my pulpit, I was met in the vestry by a gentleman who introduced himself to me under circumstances, and in a manner, which at once presented a passport to my confidence, and which found an instant avenue to my heart. He had been in former years the friend and the companion in arms of my revered father. Holding commissions in the same regiment, they had served with fidelity and honour their king and their country, amidst the same spirit-stirring scenes and martial events which conspire to lend a fascination so great, and yet a peril so fearful to the profession of arms. The period which threw them together as brother officers was—as, alas. is too much the case in military life—oblivious of all true religious reflection and feeling—a period emphatically “without God,"* its precious moments unredeemed from an all-absorbing worldliness, by one serious, inquiring thought of the dread and tremendous realities of the FUTURE!

Eph. ii. 12.


Time passed on, and with it the changes which are perpetually transpiring in all human friendships and earthly associations. My beloved father having withdrawn from the army into private life, and his friend Mr Tatton having joined the 77th Foot, they had for years lost all knowledge of each other, nothing of the former intimacy remaining save the reminiscences which the scenes of early life spent in the service fix indelible upon the memory. But God had not lost sight of them. Purposes of grace had long been formed in His mind, and thoughts of love were moving in His heart. Both were chosen "vessels of mercy ;'* and He who is “ bringing many sons unto glory under the Captain of their salvation," + was about to enrol them among the happy and holy number. My honoured father had quitted the scenes of earth-born distinction and of human trial, his departure smoothed with the peace and cheered with the hope which a heartfelt, believing reception of that simple yet glorious truth inspires, even in the final conflict with death—“ This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.” I His brother in arms, with his amiable consort, still survived, and lived to magnify this sovereign grace, of which they too had now become the happy subjects. In the touching narrative which my father's friend * Rom. ix. 23. + Heb. ii. 10. I 1 Tim. i. 15.

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