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MASTER! WHERE DWELLEST THOU?
JOHN i. 38.
WHERE dwellest Thou? They could not tell
Half that their heart was full of then : The sun was low, and all the dell
Was full of groups of restless men. They longed for further talk, and now
His courteous manner led them on : The glow of Heaven was on His brow,
And in His eyes its promise shone, A voice is crying in their heart
In words they could not hear before : " It is to Him you may impart
This burden you can bear no more."
The story holds me: and I tell
Each word, repeating, to my heart. I too would know where Thou dost dwell
I too would act the scholar's part. O Master! where, in this our time,
Colder and shallower, dost Thou stay? In cities, or where distant chime
Rings out an l in the quiet day? I too would find Thee, for I know
Full well that all my peace is there, To be Thy scholar, and to go
With Thee, submissive, everywhere.
They are too reverent to be bold,
Yet far too earnest to be still; 0 happy hearts ! for Love doth hold
Already thought and heart and will.
They saw a hero in His face:
His smile makes sunshine in the place.
They spend with him the mellowing day; But when those two come back again,
They know the old has passed away. The Day-spring from on high had come,
The day-star rose and glittered fair : A glory lights them to their home,
For all has changed since they were there.
I know Thy wisdom is the best,
Better than learning's living voice : My heart has proved the unerring test,
And made, I trust, the unchanging choice. Bear with me! foolish in the tone
Of wandering questions: I know well The humble heart and pure alone
That is the home where Thou dost dwell. O for that happiest heart! secure,
Amidst all changes, of its rest: O for that happiest spirit ! sure,
Amidst all blessings, of the best. Come, Greatest One, and stoop again
To lowly haunts, Thy lov'd abode : Turn not away from foolish men,
But pitying, make them sons of God.
SIR FOWELL BUXTON.
HE mother knew her boy, and when she heard recent remarks of this character she would say, cele- “Never mind, he is self-willed now, you bra- will see it turn out well in the end.” tion Never was prophecy more truly fulfilled.
of the In his subsequent parliamentary Jubilee of the career, in which he so bravely fought
Emancipation the cause of the oppressed slaves, he of the slaves in recognised the result of his mother's the British co- training. “I constantly feel,” he wrote
lonies, recalls to her from London, “especially in the memories of the workers action and exertion for others, the effects in that great cause, among of principles early planted by you in my
whom Fowell Buxton was mind.” prominent. He was born at Castle As he was likely to inherit considerable Hedingham, in Essex, on the 1st of property in Ireland, his mother sent him April, 1786, but the stories of his early to complete his education in Dublin. childhood clearly show that he was no He had learnt little or nothing at April fool.”
When he was six years school. When the prospect of going to old his father died, and he seems at college opened before him, he gave up once to have risen to a sense of his desultory reading and shooting, and responsibility in a family of five, where made everything bend to his determinathere were two little brother and sisters tion not to be behind any of his comyounger than himself.
One who knew panions, and he soon recovered lost him well said of him, “He never was ground. As might have been predicted, a child, he was a man in petticoats.” the young student, not then eighteen, Wordsworth's oft-quoted line, “ The child came off successfully after his examinais father to the man,” was never more tion, and tells his mother with delight, literally true. The remarkable deter- that as far as he could ascertain, he was mination of purpose to carry things to a the first Englishman who had gained successful issue was manifested in his a premium at the Dublin University. almost infantile years. He was sent to During a tour in Scotland in one of his school, first at Kingston, and then at vacations, taken in company with the Greenwich, but the education for life- family of Joseph Gurney (father of the work which he received in his holidays celebrated Elizabeth Fry), who resided under his mother's care left a far deeper at Earlham, near Norwich, he became impression upon him. To that gifted increasingly interested in the subject of mother he owed much that he afterwards religion. He purchased a large Bible became. Her great desire was to give with the resolution, steadfastly kept, of her sons a deep regard for the Holy Scrip- reading a portion every day. And he tures, and a lofty moral standard of action. remarks, under date September 10th, The strong character of Mrs. Buxton was 1806, that quite a change had passed reproduced in her son Fowell " for worse over his mind with regard to reading the and for better.” He describes himself as Holy Scriptures. "Formerly,” he says, having been in his boyhood of " a daring, “I read generally rather as a duty than violent, domineering temper.” But the as a pleasure, but now I read them with
great interest, and I may say, happiness." his recovery, he says, “It would be diffiHe visited Earlham as often as possible cult to express the satisfaction and joy I during his college career, and an attach- derived from it. Now know I that my ment formed on the first day of their Redeemer liveth,' was the sentiment acquaintance with Mr. Gurney's fifth uppermost in my mind. In the merits of daughter, Hannah, ripened into an en- that Redeemer 'I felt a confidence that gagement, and they were married in made me look on the prospect of death May 1807. In the year 1812 his brother- with indifference. No one action of my in-law, Joseph John Gurney, insisted life presented itself with any sort of conthat he should give his aid in the second solation. I knew that by myself I stood meeting of the Norwich Auxiliary Bible justly condemned, but I felt released from Society.
the penalties of sin by the blood of our This was his first address at a public Sacrifice. In Him was all my trust.” meeting, and is thus described. “ His “I feel a joyfulness of heart," he said speech was distin
to his doctor, guished by its
" which acuteness and good hun adaye
a ble me to go sense, as well as
through any pain.” for the Christian
“From faith in. temper in which it Jumbo
Christ?” he was was delivered.”
asked. “Yes, from About this time
faith in Christ. It is we find the religious
an inexpressible impressions, to od
favour beyond my which reference has
deserts. What have been made, taking
I done all my life a firmer hold on his
long? Nothing, soul, and he attri
nothing that did butes the clearer
God service, and for views of gospel
me to have such truth, which he then
mercy shown! My received, to his at
hope," he added, " is tendance on the
to be received as one ministry of the Rev.
of Christ's flock, to Josiah Pratt, in
enter heaven as a Wheeler Chapel,
little child.” A day Spitalfields. Thirty years afterwards he or two afterwards he said "I shall never wrote to this honoured friend, “What- again pass negligently over that passage ever I have done in my life for Africa, in the Prayer-book,“ We bless Thee the seeds of it were sown in Wheeler for Thine inestimable love in the redempStreet Chapel.” In 1813, he was attacked tion of the world by our Lord Jesus by an illness which brought him to the Christ,” and he broke forth into thanksbrink of the grave. It was a memorable giving for the mercy, “the unbounded, period in the history of his spiritual the unmerited love" displayed towards life. His mind, which had previously him in having the Christian doctrine been harassed with doubts, clung hence- brought home to his heart. From this forth with a tenacity which could not be well-spring of love and gratitude to his shaken to the reality of the Christian Saviour issued that intense devotion to faith, and the "omnipotence of prayer." His cause, which bore him up in after Alluding to this wonderful change after life amidst much opposition, and many
painful struggles of mind and body. lawful commerce in Africa was brought În 1818, Fowell Buxton was elected prominently forward. Shortly after this member for Weymouth, and his parlia- meeting the rank of baronet was bestowed mentary career indicated throughout his on him, who had so well merited the one desire of making his high position distinction by his untiring labours. conducive in lessening the sufferings of In the spring of 1843, Sir Fowell's the oppressed.
health broke down, but his heart still He was chiefly remarkable for the throbbed warmly towards all that was indefatigable efforts which he made to connected with Africa.
“No matter," abolish slavery in the British colonies. he once observed, “who is the instrument, His sister on her death-bed commended so that there be successful labourers for “the poor, dear slaves to him."
God, for Christ, and for man, especially Faithful to this death-bed commission, for heathen man!” Slowly, but surely her brother worked on, through evil the pins of the tabernacle were taken report and good report, through opposi- down. After a time of great exhaustion, tion and encouragement, through varying he said " Christ is most merciful, most success and defeat, till, finally, he had the merciful to me. I do put my trust in unutterable joy of seeing the Law of Him." His belief in the efficacy of Emancipation passed. In 1834, he prayer had long been intense. When in writes: “How had I to exult and to comparative health, he had often risen thank my God for His mercy with at four or five in the morning to pour regard to the slave question ! On the out his heart in fervent prayer. When 17th of March, Stanley, in answer to a remonstrated with, he would answer, “I question from me, gave a most highly have not time enough for prayer; I must encouraging account of what was going have longer time for prayer.” “How on in the West Indies: the whip abolished, could, I be shorter,” he once said, “I the negroes more industrious, no dis- could not stop.” One night, his voice turbances, no murmur, no terror to the being heard after he was in bed, he was planter. Three years ago who dreamt of asked what he was saying. Praying such a termination ?
What would I hard," was his reply. "I have been have given to secure such good tidings, praying vehemently for myself, that I even one year ago, the day of my motion? may receive faith, that I may have a Do I say more than the truth, when I clear vision of_Christ, that I may say I would have given my life? Blessed perfectly obey Him, that I may have be God, for ever blessed, for this singular the supporting arm of the Lord in every
trial, and be admitted finally into His The efforts of this energetic philanthro- glorious kingdom.” Nor was the answer pist did not cease with the liberation of withheld. the slave-he continued earnestly to . When his wife expressed her concern labour for the elevation of these long- that he should lie so long awake, he oppressed people, and strove to promote replied, “Oh, do not be sorry; I have education amongst them.
had such heavenly thoughts.
Thus The work which he inaugurated is resting solely on Christ his Saviour, he being now most successfully carried on passed away to his eternal rest-from in several parts of America. At a large death to life. “Never was death," writes and influential meeting held in Exeter his brother-in-law, J. J Gurney, soon Hall in June, 1840, at which Prince after the close, “more still and solemn Albert presided, the subject of promoting and gentle, than on this occasion.”
A VISIT TO BERGEN.
our annual holiday we first and deepest sleep, the red and
dral dedicated to Saint mament, made one fancy he was in Swithin, a Gothic structure, and the Wonderland. only building of importance in the A large vessel, lighted up from stem place, we left for Bergen. For hour to stern, and with steam up, was imafter hour our vessel, the s.s. Domino, patiently waiting to receive that section was piloted through the labyrinth of of our company which wanted to press islands which fringe the Scandinavian on to Trondhjem, and farther north. A mainland on the western coast. It would few turned into their berths to sleep till require the pilot to know his work well daylight, while others of us were turned when threading these devious channels, adrift to secure accommodation where for they are often very narrow, and the best we could. Where best we could ! water goes down sheer from the rocks to We use the words advisedly. Had a a great depth. As the evening came on passenger steamer been expected at most apace the weather, which had been bad European ports even at the most unduring the whole voyage, fortunately timely hour, hotel porters would have improved; the sun shone out in his been in attendance offering their favours westering splendour, gilding the purple with unrhythmical vociferation; but they fiords till they shone like a sea of glass do it differently in Norway. Not a porter clear as crystal. As twilight deepened was to be found, so, shouldering our beinto night the stars shone out bright in longings, in a party of four we started the clear northern heavens, and when the off on a voyage of discovery. We had Domino dropped her anchor at the mouth been recommended to go to the Hotel of the Bergen harbour at one o'clock in Scandinavie, but the question was, where the morning, the only reminder we had was that national hotel to be found ? that we were now in 60° north latitude, Not even a policeman with his morning and in the middle of August were touch-star or peace preserver was to be found. ing the fringes of autumn, was a little For half a mile at least we wandered chill, which made an additional wrap a along the main street, and when at last not-to-be-despised comfort. The approach we got hold of a belated Bergener, we to Bergen was a sight to be remem- had to retrace our footsteps a long way, bered for many a day. The passengers and then ascend to the upper town. This clustered on the deck stood at attention; good friend was exceedingly polite, for not a word was spoken, and saving the he not only piloted our way, but carried occasional blowing of the steam-whistle, my “collapsing Gladstone," and waited and the churning of the smooth waters until, after repeated rings, the old landof the fiord by the screw of the Domino, lord came to the door. Surely, at length no sound was to be heard. The nearer our troubles were at an end! Not yet we drew to the town, with its forty awhile, however. The hotel was full;