as first-fruits to God and the lamb ?' She had been 'faithful unto death;' and what next but the crown of life' should she receive? 'Has she not a right to be crowned?' significantly asked the venerable Father Merrill on the occasion of her funeral obsequies. 'Most certainly,' all hearts responded; and none will question that for her to die was gain. To her, death meant rest from labour, care, and pain; and she longed to find it. Was this weakness ?' St. Paul was similarly exercised, ‘having a desire to depart, and be with Christ, which is far better.' "It was her one prayer. The great life-struggle triumphantly ended; the life-race successfully accomplished; the head-lands, harbour, shores of glory in full view,-who wouldn't shake out every reef, give to the breeze every bit of canvas, and have all in readiness to let go the anchor, and be for ever at rest? But death to her meant more than this even: it meant the society she craved. There she finds her peers: patriarchs, prophets, apostles and martyrs, saintly and sainted, welcome her to 'everlasting gardens, where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens.' Kings and priests unto God' are her company, in full fellowship with whom she finds the satisfactien earth could not afford her. "They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel And many a martyr-throng. The prince is ever in them; Are decked with g'orious sheen. And there, from toil released, "We have also the same divine grace which secured to Mother Taylor's earthly career so much glory. Was she firm, dauntless, faithful unto death? We may be like her; for her God is our God, her Saviour our Saviour, her divine Comforter our Comforter. She gave heed to the divine injunction. 'Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein:' and thus she found rest. In like manner may we find rest! The old way sufficed for her, as the heaven she sought was the patriarchs' prophets', and apostles' heaven. Faith in the Lamb of God as her atoning sacrifice was the foundation of her hope; and well did she build.” Thus passed away one of the best lovers of the Lord Jesus Christ that He has had on earth. She accepted Him in ehildhood, hidden from the world's proud eye, among His poor, obscure, and opposed brethern. She had served and loved Him with a devotion that many waters could not quench, nor floods drown. She walks the {valley and the shadow of death, and sees it but a shadow without substance —a shadow shot through with celestial light. She has lived in Christ, she dies in Christ, she dwells in Christ for ever. In Mount Hope Cemetery her "flesh rests in hope,” under a warm covering of running myrtle, while over it a simple headstone, upon which a bunch of ivy and forget-me-nots is carved, bears this inscription: "MOTHER TAYLOR" WENT HOME JUNE 19, 1869, AGED 74. W age. CHAPTER X. ΤΟ THE HARBOUR. E have cruised with our captain over many waters. We have seen him in storm and calm, in wander ing youth, glowing manhood, revered, beloved, Like all things mortal, he must fade as a leaf, and all his power consume away like the moth. "Thou turnest man to destruction, and sayest, Return, ye children of men." No matter how wide he sails, he must ever come in this port. “Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Clear of the grave." dust out of which thou art The order" Return to the taken" fell on Father Taylor many years before it was accomplished. Not less than ten years was his leaf in withering. Journeys and other reliefs delayed its fall; but it gradually ripened, despite all attempts to prevent it, and its autumn richness of colour betokened its decay. He had many helpers in his pulpit, and one or two colleagues, before he consented to abandon the quarter deck; even then he the patriarchs' prophets', and apostles' heaven. Faith in the Lamb of God as her atoning sacrifice was the foundation of her hope; and well did she build." Thus passed away one of the best lovers of the Lord Jesus Christ that He has had on earth. She accepted Him in ehildhood, hidden from the world's proud eye, among His poor, obscure, and opposed brethern. She had served and loved Him with a devotion that many waters could not quench, nor floods drown. She walks the valley and the shadow of death, and sees it but a shadow without substance —a shadow shot through with celestial light. She has lived in Christ, she dies in Christ, she dwells in Christ for ever. In Mount Hope Cemetery her "flesh rests in hope," under a warm covering of running myrtle, while over it a simple headstone, upon which a bunch of ivy and forget-me-nots is carved, bears this inscription : "MOTHER TAYLOR” WENT HOME JUNE 19, 1869, AGED 74. CHAPTER X. TO THE HARBOUR. E have cruised with our captain over many waters. We have seen him in storm and calm, in wandering youth, glowing manhood, revered, beloved, age. Like all things mortal, he must fade as a leaf, and all his power consume away like the moth. "Thou turnest man to destruction, and sayest, Return, ye children of men." No matter how wide he sails, he must ever come in this port. "Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Clear of the grave." dust out of which thou art many years before it was The order "Return to the taken" fell on Father Taylor accomplished. Not less than ten years was his leaf in withering. Journeys and other reliefs delayed its fall; but it gradually ripened, despite all attempts to prevent it, and its autumn richness of colour betokened its decay. He had many helpers in his pulpit, and one or two colleagues, before he consented to abandon the quarter deck; even then he |