Having told you of one recently "fallen asleep in Jesus," who had early repaired to the shelter of the Gospel Refuge, I shall now tell you of an aged servant of Jesus who has, more recently still, entered on her glorious rest. She was a former parishioner of mine. Her home was a lowly cottage in one of the loveliest villages of Scotland. Poor in this world, and an almost constant sufferer, she was rich in faith,--one of "Christ's jewels;"--her life was "hid with Christ in God." If I could venture to name two peculiarities in her spiritual being which distinguished her more than others, it would be these: Love for _the_ NAME _of_ JESUS, and a _Life of_ PRAYER. "His _name_," to her, was "like ointment poured forth."[69] Often have I delighted to sit with her in her cottage, with her Bible on her knee, and hear her speak of "the _name_ which is above every name;" walking about these six Refuge-Cities, "telling all the towers, marking the bulwarks, and considering the palaces." She had herself long before, in early life, fled to the Gospel stronghold. I think her favourite city would have been GOLAN, "Joy." Her heart seemed ever to be filled with "peace and _joy_ in believing." Doubtless much of this calm serenity and joy she derived from her life of _prayer_. It is no small matter for the writer of these pages to know, that there was not a day for upwards of sixteen years in which he was not personally and specially remembered by this lowly saint at a throne of grace. One forenoon during this past year, she had entered her cottage, carrying a pitcher of water down from the well in her garden. It was the last time she crossed her threshold. When her door was opened, she was _found alone on her knees_; BUT _her spirit had fled_! PRAYER, as it had been her ever fond delight in life, had been her solace and comfort in death. Her last act was drawing water out of the better "_wells of salvation_." She began with _prayer_, but ended in _praise_! She began her prayer on earth, and "finished it with the angels!" Reader! when you come to die, could _you_ be equally happy, equally safe? Would you be able thus to rejoice and triumph in the _name of Jesus_? Could you declare, with either of these two glorified spirits, before God "took" them, "_We_ HAVE _a strong city; salvation hath God appointed for walls and for bulwarks_?"[70] Has the Holy Spirit taught you, as it taught them, that you are sinners by nature, and in a state of condemnation? Have you heard God's voice behind you, declaring that "He can by no means clear the guilty?"[71] And are you able now joyfully to say, "I heard Thy voice, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and _I hid myself_?" Are you, like them, really "hid" _within_ the gates? The manslayer of old required to be _within_ the refuge-city. Even if he were but one footstep without, the avenger of blood could cut him down. It did not matter _how_ near he was, if he was not _inside_ the portals!