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during the last three months of her life, did she refer to that subject; and then it did not appear that she experienced any mental disturbance. She was made “strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might,” and by him was indeed made able to “stand.”
While she had strength, she delighted to read the Scriptures, and her Hymn-book, and she would often express herself at great length in the language which was thus furnished her. So naturally, however, and with such an unction, did she speak, that all who heard her felt that she was speaking, not from the memory only, but also and chiefly from the heart. There was seldom any excitement in her manner. The sacred unction which rested on her spirit was rendered more obvious by the calmness, the self-possessed serenity, of her whole demeanour. She was always happy, and her happiness appeared to flow from her thankful and adoring love. She spoke much of her "debt immense of endless gratitude," and evidently felt the joy of still paying, and still owing. She often concluded the observations which she bad been making by adding, “ Eternity's too short to utter all his praise."
Her love of the means of grace ought not to be overlooked, though, from her circumstances, she had not the same opportunities of manifesting it which are possessed by the Christian in full health. But as the class in which she met assembled in the house in which sbe lived, she was enabled to attend it to a later period than would otherwise have been possible. On November 7th, 1841, it met in a room adjacent to hers. At Mr. Finley's request, the Class-Leader gave out part of her favourite hymn,
“ How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven," &c. “Such a sight,” the Leader writes, “I never witnessed. Old and young were bathed in tears. All were stirred up to seek preparation for a better world. The afflicted, dying Rosanna was praising God, as a sin-pardoning God, and her reconciled Father in Christ. Nothing like a murmur was heard from her. She was rejoicing in the prospect of a blessed eternity. She said, “My Saviour! My blessed Saviour!' She told us that it was most likely the last class-meeting that she would be able to attend. We all felt that the chamber was indeed 'privileged beyond the common walks of virtuous life,' that it was truly within the verge of heaven.'”
During the following week, her high spiritual enjoyments were not lessened. The nearer she approached to death, the more she expe. rienced of the blessedness of heaven. Mr. Finley, at one time, beard her singing,
“ To that Jerusalem above,
With singing I repair ;
My heart and soul, are there."
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« There my exalted Saviour stands,
My merciful High Priest,
To take" Here she paused, as if about to realize what the last line expresses ; and then, raising her voice, evidently with her heart full of joy, she concluded,
" To take me to his breast.” The writer saw her a few days before she died. It was impossible to be present with her and not be profited. He saw before him the complete triumph of grace. Death was disarmed of its terrors, the grave of its gloom. He was requested by her to pray. “ For what?” he asked. “ Pray," she said, “ that the work of the Lord may prosper ;
may receive yet more of the love of God; that I may continue patient and resigned ; that I may suffer and do God's holy will; that I may have the use of my reason to the last; that I may honour God in my short life, and glorify him by my death." The Lord fulfilled to her his promise, “ In quietness and confidence shall be thy strength."
The Thursday before she died, she experienced great pain. “My dear," said Mrs. Finley, "you suffer much."
Her reply was, mother, one half hour in heaven will compensate for all.” any advice to give us ?” Mrs. Finley asked. She answered, “You know the way: walk in it.” In the midst of her sufferings, she turned to her sister Eliza, and said,
« Not a cloud doth arise
To darken the skies,
Or hide for a moment my Lord from my eyes." She continued thus to the last. On the day on which she died, when scarcely able to breathe, she said, “I shall die before night." And then, her countenance lit up with a heavenly smile, she repeated the lines,
“ My soul with confidence shall rise,
And meet my Saviour in the skies.” And so it was. On the night of December 10th, 1841, in the most perfect quietness, she drew her last breath, and her spirit returned “to God who
it." Thus blessedly died these two children of God. Lovely in their life, in their death they were scarcely divided.
" At once their pardon they received,
By Jesu's blood applied ;
His witnesses they died.
Their Saviour's joy to share :-
And thou shalt meet them there.”
MEMOIR OF MRS. HELENA WAUGH,
BY THE REV. WILLIAM REILLY. Mrs. HELENA WAUGH was daughter of the late John Richardson, Esq., of Ryefield Soldierstown, county of Antrim. She was born April, 1774. Her parents were highly respectable members of the established Church, kind and charitable to the poor; and her father in particular, by an extensive manufacturing trade, afforded profitable employment to a great number of families in the neighbourhood. Mr. and Mrs. Richardson, through a long series of years, maintained an unsullied reputation ; and, according to their light, endeavoured to train up their children in the way in which they should go; accustoming them from their earliest years to attend divine service in the parish church.
Their daughter Helena, the subject of this memoir, was a strict attendant on the services of the house of the Lord ; and although she at first acted in submission to parental authority, she soon began to feel real pleasure in the worship of God. About her fourteenth year the excellent Liturgy of the Establishment deeply affected her mind, and, together with the singing of the Psalms, impressed her with feelings of sacred delight and devout religious fear, and tended to preserve her from the fashionable gaieties of youth; and indeed they seem gradually to have prepared her susceptible mind for being more perfectly instructed in “ the way of the Lord.” It was not until her twenty-second year, that she began to see the depravity of her nature, and to feel her need of a Saviour. The divine Spirit shone upon her mind, and convinced her deeply of her lost condition : the veil was taken off her heart; she saw spiritual things through a proper medium, and began to seek, in good earnest, redemption in the blood of Jesus, the forgiveness of sin. Adverting to this period of her experience, and the state of mind which soon followed, she often, through life, applied this expressive stanza to herself,—
“ Faded my virtuous show,
My form without the power ;
And blasted every flower :
Cover'd my guilty face :
And I was saved by grace."* By a singular coincidence “ this expressive stanza” is employed by another biographer for the illustration of the experience of the person whose memoir stands first in the present Number. But let the verses continue in both memoirs. The coincidence is one that may well justify a repetition that is anything rather than a vague tautology.-Epit.
While she was thus sincerely seeking a personal interest in the blood of Christ, Miss Richardson providentially went on a visit to her friends in Dublin, and, while there, was invited to the Methodist chapel, Whitefriar's-street. There she had frequent opportunities of hearing the word of life, and heard there the way described in which a broken-hearted penitent should come to Christ. And the earnest addresses from the pulpit, inviting every helpless, sincere seeker to come now to the Saviour, were accompanied with singular power. She became persuaded, that through Christ alone could she obtain the blessing which she had so long and so intensely desired. While in Dublin she commenced meeting in class; and, on her return to the country, united herself to the Methodist society in her father's neighbourhood. Miss Richardson carried home with her the hallowing influence of those truths which she had heard, and the means of grace with which she had been privileged, in the metropolis. The closet was her sanctuary ; the Bible, which she read with earnest prayer, and often with strong cries and tears, was her companion : still she was not happy, she did not yet obtain an evidence of her acceptance. The language of her heart was, “O that I knew where I might find Him !" And thus she continued for several months. She mourner in Zion, and refused to be comforted, except by realizing her interest in the salvation of the Gospel. In this long night of weeping and distress, she was prepared for that sphere, in which she was, in future years, called to move, with such singular benefit to the church.
Her burden of sin and grief became at length intolerable ; and though her “ stroke was heavier than her groaning," yet her “humble waiting” excited the godly sympathy of her Christian friends, several of whom came to her on one occasion, and spent the whole night in prayer with her, in her father's house. The morning sun arose on them in their pious exercise, but not accompanied with the light of her Lord's countenance. But the mourner had not long to weep after absent God. The Sun of Righteousness soon arose on her disconsolate and broken spirit with healing in his wings, and caused her heart to rejoice with unutterable joy. Shortly after this severe conflict, which was in the latter of the year 1798, a love-feast was held in Blue Stone, in the county of Armagh, a few miles from her residence. To this she repaired full of expectation; and as she went, the feelings of her heart were poured out in the language of the well-known and oft-repeated lines,
“ When shall I see the welcome hour,
That plants my God in me?" &c.
After the first hymn had been sung, and the first prayer offered, the Minister was about to read his text, when his voice was drowned by cries for mercy, which arose from every part of the house.
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meeting was therefore commenced, which continued to a late hour. In this were joined the earnest supplications of the prisoners, and the songs of such as had found liberty and peace. Miss Richardson, who at the early part of the meeting, belonged to the former, before its close was happily numbered among the latter. She obtained a clear sense of the divine favour through the atoning blood, and “ rejoiced with joy unspeakable, and full of glory." Her soul was filled with the consolations of the Holy Spirit, now witnessing with her spirit that she was a child of God. And from that day, until her latest hour, for more than forty years, she walked in the uninterrupted light of God's countenance.
Her whole soul was now brought under the influence of holy and heavenly principles, while her whole life became an offering unto God, whom she regarded as her reconciled Father. Having obtained mercy herself, she felt deeply interested in the welfare of others, and anxious that the ministry which had been instrumental to her own salvation, should have a suitable place for its exercise in the neighbourhood. She contemplated the building of a large chapel near the spot where the old one stood, in Blue Stone. The district of country which now comprehends the Tandragee, Lurgan, Moira, and Portadown Circuits, at that period belonged to the Tandragee Circuit; and the neighbourhood of Blue Stone, embracing a dense rural population, called for more than ordinary attention; as, even in the midst of a country where iniquity abounded, the wickedness of Blue Stone was almost proverbially great. But, by the zealous and faithful labours of those devoted men, the early Methodist Preachers, this theatre of blood and disorder was completely changed in its moral and social aspect; and the wonderful transformation has been acknowledged by all. It was here—the scene of her late happy conversion—that Miss Richardson projected the building of a house for God. And in the undertaking she received great assistance and encouragement.
Just about this time, the late Mr. Thomas Shillington came to reside in Portadown, within less than three miles of the place to which reference is here made. While he became the spiritual father of the society in the town where he resided, his godly example, his fidelity, his influence, and his consistent attachment to Methodism, as well as his incessant labours as a Local Preacher on the Lord's day, proved a blessing to the whole country, and tended in no small degree to confirm the infant societies near him in the faith of the Gospel. Mr. Shillington was among Miss Richardson's counsellors and friends, and on this occasion his valuable advice and aid were not withheld.
Mr. George Chapman, near Moira, then a young man, and a warmhearted convert, now an honoured and venerable father in the Methodist society, together with her youngest sister, united with Miss Richardson in this godly enterprise. A suitable plot of ground was