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in the vineyard, and note the fruits thereof for over a quarter of a century; for no work purely imaginative in its character ever outrivalled it in intensity of interest, especially to those who have the salvation of the unregenerate at heart. To our children and co-workers and successors we earnestly commend it; praying that the Divine blessing may accompany its circulation and perusal in our own and other lands until He shall come whose right it is to reign.
With these few prefatory remarks, with no claim to literary excellence, and a prayer for the blessing of the Holy Spirit, I commit this imperfect production to the perusal of all co-workers in the vineyard of the Lord.
I also sincerely trust that it will be acceptable to every evangelical denomination, where the love of the Great Creator, and the advancing perfection of human life predominates over all forms of sin and superstition.
DUNCAN M. YOUNG.
NEW YORK, August 18, 1887.

CONTENTS.
JAMES KNOWLES.
PAGE.
CHAPTER I.
Brief Sketch of the Life of James Knowles, 15
CHAPTER II.
Correspondence and Covenants, 24
CHAPTER III.
Scripture Texts, 29
CHAPTER IV.
The Last Hours, 38
CHAPTER V.
The Dead Who Die in the Lord, 46
CHAPTER VI.
A Brief Historical Sketch of the Allen Street Presbyterian Church, 70
MATILDA KNOWLES.
PAGE.
CHAPTER VII.
Brief Memoir of Matilda Knowles, 85
CHAPTER VIII.
The Value of Prayer, 89
CHAPTER IX.
The Story of William the Consumptive, 94
CHAPTER X.
Sowing and Reaping, 105
CHAPTER XI.
Daily Missionary Work, 113
CHAPTER XII.
Destitution and Reformation, 120
CHAPTER XIII.
Her Faithfulness in Little Things, 125
CHAPTER XIV.
The Power of Influence, 132
CHAPTER XV.
Miscellaneous Extracts from Her Diary, 136
CHAPTER XVI.
Struggles and Triumphs, 149
CHAPTER XVII.
Leading Souls To Christ, 156
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Dying Mother and the Intemperate Husband, 159
CHAPTER XIX.
Help and Loving Kindness, 163
CHAPTER XX.
Reaching the Heart, 166
CHAPTER XXI.
Winter Life and Scenes, 171
CHAPTER XXII.
Circulating the Scriptures, 175
CHAPTER XXIII.
The Ninety and Nine, 178
CHAPTER XXIV.
Answered Prayer, 185
CHAPTER XXV.
The Sin of Idolatry, 192
CHAPTER XXVI.
Peace Through Believing, 197
CHAPTER XXVII.
Drawn by the Cords of Love, 202
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Love for the Hebrews, 206
CHAPTER XXIX.
Thankfulness to God, 211
CHAPTER XXX.
Lost, but Found, 214
CHAPTER XXXI.
Sea-Side Excursions for Mothers and Children, 219
CHAPTER XXXII.
The Intemperate Wife, 223
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Her Love of Children and of Praying, 226
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The Conversion of Children, 231
CHAPTER XXXV.
Asleep in Jesus, 235
CHAPTER XXXVI.
Testimonials and Letters of Condolence, 264
CHAPTER XXXVII.
Conclusion, 278

Dedication.
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,
These Memoirs are Affectionately Dedicated
BY THE EDITOR.

In Memoriam.
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 journey to run, While the heavens were fair and blue.
But life's path lies not through a grassy dell, In the cool of the morning's shade; There are scorching sands, and torrents that swell, As well as the flowery glade.
There are crags to climb in the mountains fast, There are gorges, and canyons deep, And the blinding snow, and the wintry blast Must over the landscape sweep.
And the shoulders must bear a wearisome load, Whether o'er mountain or moor, Or through forest, or dusty highway, lay the road, Or the feet be bleeding and sore.
But hand in hand we see them still, When the sun had drunk up the dew; They were toiling steadfastly up the hill, Ever keeping the end in view.
They scaled the crags of the mountain steep When the noontide sun was high; And they forded the flood of the canyon deep, When the sun lay low in the sky.
But their tired feet are no longer as light As in days of the long, long past, And their youthful tresses have turned to white With the snows, and the wintry blast.
Now hand in hand, they stand by the shore Of a river dark and wide; And the songs which the seraphs are wafting o'er, They catch from the other side.
And their faces beam with unearthly light, In the rays of the setting sun, As their eyes peer far beyond mortals' sight, And they learn that life's journey is done.
Hand in hand by the river, they stray Where the dark waves wash the shore; And they hear the splash, and the feathery spray, As the ferryman dips his oar.
Now the father waves a loving adieu, As he looses his claspèd hand; And the ferryman plies his oar anew, Till he reaches the golden strand.
By the silent waves of the river of death, The mother is waiting still, With eager eye and with bated breath, The call of the Master's will.
Now her face is illumed by a heavenly light