his memory. On a recent visit to Weston-superMare, nearly forty years after he had left the curacy, a chairman, on being called for me from the stand, responded, "Yes, sir! yes, Mr. Rogers! You don't remember me, sir; but I have never forgotten your visits every week to my poor old mother. There's a many in Weston remembers you, sir!"

But at length, the time came when he was brought reluctantly to admit, that henceforth he must restrict his labours within more reasonable bounds. He was told that unless he could afford a two years' entire cessation from work, a continuation of London labours, would soon result in a complete breakdown. He was now fifty-five, and he was assured that in the country he might carry on a quiet work for another twenty-five years, but that if he persevered in his present course, he might not see two years more. Twentyfive years more of work for God, was the inducement which chiefly weighed down the balance.

At this moment his friend Canon Dale, sounded him as to his acceptance of a post which it might shortly be in his power to offer. It was one of the largest of the London parishes, and one which a few years earlier would have been the height of his ambition. But now-the twenty

five years of work which alone could be purchased by going into the country-decided him against it. It was a great wrench to give up London, with all its manifold associations; but the step was taken, and soon after he left for Christ Church, Dover.

And there he continued to serve the Master, till

"upon the brink of the still river

That at life's boundary rolls its solemn tide,-
His pale brow, lighted by the beams that quiver,
Through clouds fast parting on the other side,

As, with dimmed senses, and fast failing breath,
Calmly he waited on the shore of death,"-

till the glory-which words have but faintly pictured-told us that Jesus had come, to fetch His faithful servant home.

"Marvel ye whence it shone ?-oh! not untimely Beamed that calm glory on the face of death."

Those who loved him would fain have detained him, for added years of usefulness on earth,-but Jesus called him hence, and we gave him up.

"WHO are these like stars appearing

These before God's Throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing,Who are all this glorious band? These are they who have contended, For their Saviour's honour long; Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng. Now in God's most holy place, Blest they stand before His face."

Ere 1869 had closed, Mr. Rogers removed to Dover, and entered upon what proved to be his last charge. In earlier days he would have refused so light a post,-but now he felt the need of a more quiet sphere. Christ Church had the smallest population of any parish he had ever served,-numbering only 2,000 souls when he went there (and even at the census of 1881 reaching only 3,972), together with the easiest of churches for the voice,-which led him to hope that this would be a place in which he might, for many years, give himself to the ministry of the Word.

Few things remind one more of the transitory nature of all unions in this dying world, than to look back on the roll of names then attending his ministry, whose place on earth knows them no longer. His organizing talents, and his wonderful power of attracting co-workers around him, had been the theme of constant remark and admiration with competent judges in London; and here too he earnestly strove to attract

labourers into the home-mission field. Hither he brought all the rich stores of his wide experience. Here the truth had long been faithfully preached; and here,-from the day of his coming, till Christ Church bell tolled its solemn requiem over its departed vicar,-did he watch for souls, as one that must give account. Where appeals alike from the pulpit, and in private, found no saving response, he longed to arouse to a sense of danger. Yet he had no cause to complain of want of personal acceptance, for the church was speedily filled, and workers responded to his call. Many dear Christian friends who welcomed his coming to Christ Church, and who have now passed away, helped him with their prayers. Nevertheless the " signs following," for which he so anxiously looked, were still awanting; and nothing less than evidences of conversion could satisfy the longings of his heart.

But believing prayer, following his incessant efforts, at length prevailed,—and the year 1873 will long be remembered as one of large outpouring of the Spirit's power. I well recall being aroused one night by his silently quitting the room, when the only answer to my anxious inquiries, was, that "nothing was the matter." Upon his return, I found that he had spent an