As I have but little to record as regards my own experience during this year (1876), I sit down and ponder over a paragraph of Dr. Dick’s Celestial Scenery. He says:—“There is no contrivance in the system more wonderful than the rings of Saturn. That these rings should be separated thirty thousand miles from the body of the planet, that they should, notwithstanding, accompany the planet in its revolution round the sun, preserving invariably the same distance from it, that they should revolve round the planet every ten hours at the immense velocity of more than a thousand miles in a minute, and that they should never fly off to the distant regions of space, nor fall down upon the planet, are circumstances which required adjustments far mere intricate and exquisite than we can conceive, and demonstrate that the Almighty Contriver of that stupendous Appendage to the globe of Saturn is ‘great in counsel and mighty in operation.’ Yet these adjustments, in whatever they may consist, have been completely effected. For this planet has been flying through the regions of space in a regular curve for thousands of years, and the system of its satellites and rings still remains as at its first creation.” Mr. George Cox, the last of my wife’s uncles, died at Lowestoft on the 9th day of April, 1877, aged 71 years, having survived his wife eleven years and five months: “they desired a better country.” The memory of the mother and father is sweet to surviving children, and we will tread softly on their graves. The first that was called away experienced severe affliction for many years, but patiently endured to the end of her course. “If ye endure chastening God dealeth with you as with sons.”—_Hebrews_ xii, 7. Of the father, it might be said when the appointed time had arrived, the summons was executed more speedily. After only three days severe illness, although favoured with consciousness even to the last. On the morning of that day, April 9th, he made this observation to his daughter. “My dear I’m going to leave you, but Christ will be with you.” During the day a dear friend came in, and in conversation suggested, “Mr. Cox the pearly gates are ajar for you,” he smilingly replied, “not ajar, they stand wide open”; then singing “There are Angels hovering round,” and “Rock of Ages cleft for me” _for me_. Again he said to his beloved daughter, “My dear this is victory over death: I am passing over the river dry shod, my end is peace, Jesus hath wiped away all tears.” Then urging all to love Jesus and meet him in heaven, he requested all present to kneel in earnest and humble prayer around his bed, and afterwards raising his hands calmly replied “_I am coming_, _I am coming_,” and his happy spirit took its flight to be for ever with the Lord. “Wherefore comfort one another with these words.”