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Rev. DENNIS CLARK FRINK died at New-Boston, N. H., June 22, 1871. He was born at Raymond, Maine, Oct. 30, 1832, graduated at Beloit College in 1859, and at Bangor Theological Seminary in 1862. He was ordained and installed pastor of the Congregational Church in Melbourne, Province of Quebec, September 25, 1862. In November, 1866, he was dismissed, and on December 12, of the same year, became pastor of the Congregational Church in New-Boston, N. H. A neighboring pastor thus portrays him:

I first met with Brother Frink in Washington, D. C., as a fellow-laborer in the Christian Commission in the spring of 1865. He hailed from Canada at that time. I remember that his hearty patriotism, for a resident of the Queen's dominion, together with his social qualities, cordial sympathy, and fervent prayers in our morning and evening devotions, warmed the hearts of the bretheren generally toward him. My first meeting with him, after we separated at Washington, was at a meeting of the Hollis Association, in 1868, from which time I became more or less acquainted with him, as a neighboring minister and fellow-laborer at New-Boston, till the close of his earthly mission and his entrance upon his final reward. His manners were gentlemanly, his nature peculiarly social, his greetings always cordial, his sympathy kind and sincere. He leaned to the charitable side in judging others, and to the humble side in judging himself. His conversation was spiritual, and his uniform inquiry, when we met, was, "What is the state of religion among your people?" And the reply to a similar inquiry respecting his own church was, "We need more spirituality." Never having heard him preach but once, I can only say of him as a preacher, that our exchanges were always pleasant to my people, and the testimony of his own people uniformly spoke of him as a very earnest, faithful, impressive, and acceptable minister of Christ. As a pastor they testify of him as untiring in his labors from house to house, and as kind, faithful, and sympathizing in his pastoral visits. His ministry, though comparatively brief, was successful. The last general revival of religion among his church and people was one of marked power and precious results. It called forth all the energies of his enthusiastic nature.

His labors for weeks, both in the pulpit and out of it, were indefatigable.

If he erred in his efforts, it was in forgetting that he was in the body, and a frail one at best, and imagining that the flesh was equal in strength to the willingness of the spirit. And in this respect he doubtless erred in all his labors among his people.

During the last year of his ministry, he was very anxious to have his people build a parsonage, and to encourage and aid them in so doing, he evidently exceeded his physical ability; laboring personally upon it over one hundred days, beside attending to his more appropriate pastoral work. His people did not require it. It was the result of an enthusiasm too great for his physical strength. The consequence was, that he had hardly become comfortably and pleasantly settled in the parsonage, when he was attacked with hemorrhage, and after a lingering and trying sickness of a few months, he left his earthly habitation, as we trust, for "an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." In a visit which I made him the Sabbath before his death, I found him very feeble, suffering from difficulty of breathing, and evidently near the closing scene. After praying with him, I said to him, "I trust that all is well with you, my brother." He replied, as best he could, that all was well.

Mrs. MARY W. CLARK, wife of Rev. William Clark, D. D., and daughter of Nathaniel Carter, Esq., was born at Newburyport, Mass., Oct. 14, 1798, and died at Amherst, April 7, 1871. A woman of superior understanding; there was a rare mingling of vivacity and strength in the original structure of her mind. To natural grace of person and intellect were added the culture of liberal studies and the choicer qualities of Christian worth. From the circumstances of her religious training in youth, she was led to examine her views of doctrine, by a careful study of the New Testament; and the result was manifest in a remarkably distinct apprehension of Christ as the Son of God. Few persons have attained such unquestioning and joyous faith in him as the Saviour. Her piety was, consequently, marked by an abiding serenity and hopefulness, which was very attrac

tive. The young were drawn toward her, and older persons honored her with their confidence. Her attachment to the ordinances of worship was heartfelt. She waited on the ministry of the word as a source of knowledge and strength. She found refreshment in the conference room. In the Sabbath School she was valued and held in high esteem as a successful teacher. In her endeavors to benefit others, she was eminently cordial and helpful. Her views of life, her judgments of men, were kindly and generous. The aged, the sick and the destitute, were the objects of her friendly care. Her cheering words and thoughtful ministrations are remembered with gratitude in many lowly dwellings. Hospitable by impulse, as well as principle, her house was open to many guests, among whom the needy and the stranger found a cordial welcome. But no enumeration of her virtues will adequately describe our sense of her worth. She witnessed a good confession. No one could doubt her sincerity or deny the consistency of her life. She did not cause her voice to be heard, yet her presence was a power for good. Her influence was like the fragrance of precious ointment. After an illness of two years, which she bore with exemplary submission, without fears and without repining the welcome summons came, and she entered into rest.

The joy of life hath been to stand
With spirits noble, true, confiding;
O, joy unthought to reach the band
Of spotless souls with God abiding!

REPORT OF THE DIRECTORS OF THE NEW-HAMPSHIRE

BRANCH OF THE EDUCATION SOCIETY.

On the 9th of this month a large company of missionaries sailed from our great American port, bound to Liverpool, on their way to Turkey and Persia. The vessel was a magnificent steamer, and one of a regular line of steamers plying between the United States and England. There was a marked contrast between this method of travel and that used by our missionary brethren not many years ago. Formerly, a sailing vessel, not large, though perhaps not uncomfortable, was chartered mainly for their use, to carry them the whole weary way of their journey, so far as that was possible, and for weeks they crawled across the seas. Now they were availing themselves of the usual best modes of travel, as these have been created by the combined efforts of science and wealth. One missed, indeed, the prayers and hymns with which they and their friends were wont to part in former years; the thronged saloons and decks of a great steamer, most of whose passengers had no sympathy with these disciples, or with their work, precluded any thing of the kind. On the other hand, one noted a token of the predicted time, when Holiness unto the Lord shall be written upon the bells of the horses, and man's toil and riches and knowledge shall be made to serve Christ and his kingdom. And such tokens of a time yet far distant in its full glory, are ever and anon appearing. Even when the distinctively religious element is less conspicuous than heretofore, the careful observer often detects the presence of true religion in greater power. God is revealed as working in his providence for his church; and without human forethought, and sometimes against human wishes, the great machinery of earthly institutions and industries is shown to have a fitness for the highest uses. Full of encouragement, are such glimpses of the coming days; and often do we need to take that encouragement.

And yet, let Christian men remember, the grand questions remain as significant as ever: "How shall they hear without a preacher? And how shall they preach except they be sent?" Living men are still indispensable. When our dead Farragut lashed himself to his flag-ship's rigging, and so sailed on to victory, he proved that iron vessels, and all the latest achievements of naval art, had not rendered heroism less useful than before; and steamers and railways must carry devoted hearts, or the world's salvation will be as remote as before their creation. Faith, hope, and charity, are still the great factors in God's hands for the welfare of our race.

Whence, then (another grand question), whence are the men to come who shall carry the Gospel to the ends of the earth, nay, to the ends of our own land? In these days, especially, when a careful and expensive education is deemed requisite for the ministry, how shall the needed supply be secured? how expensive that education is, involving (as it does) ten years of study, we need not say. The American Education Society is one attempt to answer this question. It congratulates itself that, beside its direct service, there is an indirect one which can never be overvalued. In the language of its Secretary, "It keeps alive the subject of the Christian ministry in our churches. It stands like a perpetual monitor, reminding those to whom God has given means, of their duty." "It has taught a great many good and benevolent men to do, on a small scale what itself is doing on a large scale." Our last annual meeting at Milford illustrates this statement. In connection with the exercises of our Society, a warm appeal was read from the President of Dartmouth College, in behalf of a dozen young men needing aid, and it met with a quick and hearty response. It is pleasant to think that, without direct or even indirect reference to the Education Society, a work is going on in our Country, of aid to Academies, Colleges, and Theological Schools. Great things are being done to give a broad and thorough culture to all who desire it. It is high time. The College, in which we are especially interested, needs, without a day's delay, new professorships, as of history, for example, and must positively suffer until her foundations are enlarged.

But beside what is done in such ways, or what we may hope

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