"They shall be Mine in that day when I come to make up My Jewels."  ...

The present volume is a purely pastoral attempt, emanating from a fraternal affection for two of God's honored saints, and an increasingly growing desire for the glory of God in the salvation of souls. In presenting the following pages to the friends, acquaintances, and co-laborers of our departed brother and sister I desire to record my appreciation of the good achieved by two whose example among us was as beneficial as that of the angel at the pool of Siloam, stirring up the sluggish waters to

To the Pastors, Elders, Sabbath-School Workers, and the New York Female Bible Readers' Society, who were Intimately Associated with the deceased in Winning Souls to Christ,...

By the Editor....

DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MR. AND MRS. JAMES KNOWLES. They died within a week of each other, after a married life of forty-seven years, and each at the age of seventy-five. Ever faithful to the cause of their Master, they died as they had lived—in triumphant faith. Hand in hand, together they trod Through years twoscore and seven; Their only staff was the Word of God, Their path was the way to heaven. Hand in hand, e'er the burning sun Had drunk up the morning dew, They started their earthly jo

  CHAPTER I. BRIEF SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF JAMES KNOWLES. "God bless thee, bairn—my bonnie bairn," She said, an' straikit doon his hair; "O may the widow's God be thine, And mak' thee His peculiar care!" James Knowles was born at sea, December 5, 1811, his father, the previous day, having been swept overboard and lost. Unfortunately no record of the misfortune was kept to be available for the present purpose; hence we are unable to give either the name of the ship, or the latitude and longitude it

MATILDA KNOWLES. BEING THE RECORD OF A CONSECRATED MISSIONARY WOMAN'S WORK FOR OVER A QUARTER OF A CENTURY IN THE TENTH WARD OF NEW YORK CITY. "She hath done what she could."   CHAPTER VII. BRIEF MEMOIR OF MATILDA KNOWLES. They walk with God whom none can shame From trusting in His holy name; Who looking for a glorious morn, Shrink not before the lip of scorn. The subject of this memoir was born in Tichon, near Ballymena, County Antrim, in the north of Ireland, March 22, 1811. Her ancestors fled