Our esteemed brother Marsh has joined the ranks of "the spirits of just men made perfect." The tongue, so often heard in the Churches magnifying his Lord and Master, lies silent in the grave, and he can no more wield the pen in the behalf of His cause. He has passed for ever from the stage of this world, but his memory is with us still, and these lines are designed to keep that memory in a measure among our readers.

It is with very great regret, and with feelings of sorrow, which we are sure will be shared by a large number of friends throughout the Churches, that we have to announce the departure of our beloved brother, Mr. Marsh, the greatly-esteemed Editor of this Magazine. After about three months' distressing illness, borne with patience and characteristic cheerfulness, he received the Home-call in the afternoon of Wednesday, October 22nd.

Born into this world of sin on August 5th, 1853, the dealings of God with the writer have been one long chain of goodness, grace and love to the present hour; but, oh! what shame and confusion of face is mine as the question comes, "How has it been requited?" Only the writer could give anything like a just answer to this soul-humbling question, and his pen for very shame refuses to transcribe all he knows. Let my God read it if He will, whose heart of love has blotted out my sins through His own most precious blood, but let no imperfect creature wish to peer into this veritable chamber of horrors—the accumulated transgressions, iniquity, and sin, of this base heart.