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of these about sixty were brought to Christ, besides binders and printers. "Many sheets of the word of God and tracts," he says, as they have been folded and stitched, have been moistened with the tears of the convicted sinner and the broken-hearted penitent, and thence gone out on errands of mercy to a perishing world." What a blessed baptism! Printers and other persons engaged in preparing a work for the reader often care little for the matter which they pass through their hands; but those who were awakened by the earnest efforts of this devoted man received good to their souls from the works they assisted to publish. In answer to prayer suggested by Mr. Page to his fellow-labourers in the work of the Lord, on behalf of eighty-eight individuals in a district of tract distribution in New York, thirty-four hopeful conversions occurred in 1832. Prayer and effort were rewarded. Thirty-two teachers were his hire in Sabbath schools, of whom nine sought the ministry. He himself knew of more than one hundred souls converted by his instrumentality. Thus largely were his early resolutions fulfilled, and his effectual fervent prayers answered. It was the joy of his heart when he heard of a sinner awakened and brought to the Redeemer. He missed no day without an effort of faith in the salvation of souls; and his reward was according to his zeal. Though a humble man, how dignified was the position of Harlan Page before God! More than some of the highest dignitaries of the visible church, will such a labourer for souls shine in the heavenly firmament. Archbishop Williams, Lord Keeper to Charles I., once said: "I have passed through many places of honour and trust, both in Church and State, more than any one of my order for seventy years before. But were I assured that by my preaching I had converted one soul to God, I should therein take more comfort than in all the honours and offices

that have ever been bestowed upon me." Humiliating confession! But without the office of the ministry at all, Harlan Page could tell of one hundred souls whom he had been the means of saving. Who would not rather be the labourer than the prelate! The difference lay in the contrasted object of life. The one sought honour among men, and verily had his reward. The other lived to glorify God in the salvation of souls, and there were not wanting those who hailed him in the upper sanctuary as their spiritual shepherd. He lived for one object; and though his compeers might deem him fanatical and extreme, he accomplished his work ere he went to rest. "He who would do some great thing in this short life," said John Foster, "must apply himself to the work with such a concentration of his forces as, to idle spectators, who live only to amuse themselves, looks like insanity."

Thus lived and laboured an earnest artisan, a blessing to his generation, and the means of carrying on that blessing to succeeding ages, by the labourers he sent into the harvest, and the edifying example he left as a legacy to the church. Mr. Page died on the 23d September 1834, rejoicing in the Lord. He had the satisfaction of knowing that his children were in the faith, and he could trust them to the Lord. Though unable to provide a portion for his widow, yet the generosity of friends secured her a competency. "The memory of the just is blessed." "I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread."

Christian reader! what are you doing for souls? Let Harlan Page counsel you. "I doubt not you feel how great is their danger, and long for their salvation. Do write to them: it may be God may make you the instrument of salvation to their souls." Endeavour to win some to Christ. Make some one in whom you have an interest the subject of

earnest prayer, affectionate address, or of a pointed letter. Thus did this working man; and his minister had often the pleasure of saying, "Here comes Mr. Page with another lamb," as he welcomed his valued coadjutor with the increase of his flock. Might you not be an efficient helper of the work of the Lord "He that winneth souls is wise."

Dear reader, are you saved? It would be direct unfaithfulness to close this notice of one whose whole life was spent in seeking to save the unconverted, without a special appeal. If there was occasion for his burning zeal and unwearied effort, what do you mean by impenitence and unbelief? Why will ye die? Your soul is precious. Eternity is near. "As though God did beseech you by us, we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God. For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin, that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.”

Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on,

And many a shining hour is gone;

The storm is gathering in the west,

And thou art far from home and rest:
Haste, traveller, haste!

O far from home thy footsteps stray,--
Christ is the life, and Christ the way,
And Christ the light. Yon setting sun
Sinks ere the morn is scarce begun:
Haste, traveller, haste!

The rising tempest sweeps the sky,
The rains descend, the winds are high
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, no refuge near:
Haste, traveller, haste!

yes, a shelter you may gain,
A covert from the wind and rain,-
A hiding-place, a rest, a home,-
A refuge from the wrath to come.
Haste, traveller, haste!

Then linger not in all the plain;
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay;
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way:
Haste, traveller, haste!

Poor, lost, benighted soul! art thou
Willing to find salvation now?
There yet is hope, hear mercy's call,—
Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all!
Haste, traveller, haste!

DR. H. BONAR.

CHAPTER IV.

ROGER MILLER, THE COPPERPLATE PRINTER.

"Is not this a brand plucked out of the fire?"-ZECH. iii. 2.

"Resting from his labours, he bequeaths his memory to the generation whom his works have blessed, and sleeps under the humble but not inglorious epitaph commemorating one in whom mankind lost a friend, and no man got rid of an enemy."-LORD Brougham.

THE gospel of the grace of God has had some of its striking trophies from the most degraded members of society. Its transforming power has been demonstrated in the conversion and sanctification of those who seemed beyond all human means of reformation. It saved MANASSEH, who had made the streets of Jerusalem run with the blood of saints. It changed the covetous and exorbitant ZACCHEUS. It reformed "the WOMAN that was a sinner." It brought forgiving grace to the penitent THIEF. It made the persecuting SAUL a preacher of the cross. There is no depth it cannot reach, no sinner it cannot save. It can take the blackened charcoal

of humanity and set it a polished diamond in the moral firmament.

ROGER MILLER is another of many instances of the power of grace. Born in Carlisle in 1808-spending his childhood in an ill-regulated and ever-changing and godless homeworking in a cotton mill ere he had reached his tenth year, or knew his letters-forsaken by his mother, and obliged to subsist upon four shillings a-week-it is not astonishing that he should have been degraded, or become an early victim of debasing vices. Happily, however, the good seed was then sown, in consequence of his attending a Sabbath school in Manchester. There he got all his education, and profited much by the "key of knowledge" put into his hands. "Night after night," says Mr. Orme, his biographer, "on returning to his home, after being shut up within the walls of a gloomy factory for fourteen hours and upwards, enervated with its atmosphere, and worn out by its dull round of duties, he busied himself, without assistance or encouragement from any one, in efforts to learn to write." Nor was this the only impression from the Sabbath school. His interest in the gospel was awakened; he kept a missionary-box, and had some longings to be a missionary of the Cross.

At the age of fourteen he was apprenticed as a copperplate printer, but under a worthless master, who failed in business At seventeen he opened a barber's shop, became a teacher in the Sabbath school, and a member of the Church of Christ in Chapel Street Chapel, Salford. He shut his shop on the Lord's day, but in an evil hour, and in a time of distress, opened it. It was a downward step. The profaned Sabbath soon wrecked all his religion, and he sunk into misery and vice. For the nine following years he continued in a course of evil. He married a person who "made no pretensions to religion;" he removed from one place to another, and from one trade to another, till he was on the point of enlisting in the army. At last he attempted to get a master with whom he might

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