"Is  not this c brtand plucked out of the fre?"
ZECH. 3:2.
THE
STORY OF A PENITENT:
LOLA MONTEZ.
"HE brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry
clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
"And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our
God."-PSALM 40: 2, 3.
PUBLISHED BY THE
PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL SOCIETY FOR THE PROMOTION
OF EVANGELICAL KNOWLEDGE,
NO. 3 BIBLE HOUSE, FOURTH AVENUE, NEW-YORK.
1867.




Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year i867, by
H. DYER, D.D.,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for
the Southern District of New-York.
JOHN A. GRAY & GREEN, PRINTERS, 1 & 18 JACO3 STREES, NEW-YORK.




LOLA MONTEZ.
A BRIEF outline of the life of the remarkable woman who is the subject
of this little sketch is all that can be
given; and all that is essential to illustrate an added instance of the power
of divine grace to rescue a sinner deeply
dyed in guilt, and to minister to the
truly penitent spirit that peace of the
Lord "which passeth all understanding."
ELIZA ROSANNA G. was born in Limerick, Ireland, in the year  1818, of




4           Lolza Monltez.
highly respectable parents.  Her father was Captain G., of the British
army, and her mother of Spanish descent. While she was yet an infant,
her parents sailed for India, where her
father died soon after their arrival.
Her mother, having again married,
subsequently became a resident of
Montrose, in Angusshire, on the east
coast of Scotland.
Here ELIZA, at the early age of five
or six years, was placed at a boardingschool; and incidents are related by
a schoolmate, who was the intimate
associate of her girlhood, which show
that striking traits of character had
begun to develop themselves in her,
even at that early age. She was perverse and willful, though at the same




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time warm-hearted and impulsive; and
the severe treatment which was a part
of the system of Scottish education of
that day appears to have been most
injudicious, and most unhappy in its
effect upon such a temperament as
hers.
She was sent from thence to a convent in France, where her education
was completed; and afterward took
up her residence in Bath, England,
with her family.
In accordance with the, selfish and
ambitious views of her relatives, it is
said she was betrothed to a gentleman
very much her senior, and entirely uncongenial. To avoid this unsuitable
connection, she eloped with a British
officer, and accompanied him to India.




6           Lola Montez.
After a brief experience of married
life, a separation took place, and she
found her way again to England. She
had some further difficulty with her
relatives, and determined to go upon
the stage. This course completed her
estrangement from her family, who at
once disowned her, and put on mourning, to signify that she was dead to
them.
Her striking histrionic talents and
personal graces soon attracted marked
attention. Followed by popular applause, she visited the prominent capitals of Europe, was received at the
royal palace at Dresden, and in the
court circle at Berlin.
At Munich she became the favorite
of the weak King of Bavaria, over




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whom  she exercised a strange fascination. She was created Baroness of
Rosenthal and Countess of Lansfeldt.
The king also settled a large estate
upon her, with feudal rights over a
population of two thousand persons.
She became interested in politics, and
a prominent intriguer at the Bavarian
court.
The natural kindness of her disposition, her large sympathies and liberal
tendencies, induced her to use her
power for the good of the people.
She is said to have shown wisdom
and ability in its exercise, foiling, by
her skill and audacity, the designs of
Metternich and of the Jesuits. Her
policy, however, excited the opposition
of the Bavarian cabinet; and the dis



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graceful course of the king precipitated
the revolution of 1848.
In the popular disturbances of that
time she was driven from Munich by
the revolutionists, and, in the disguise
of a peasant girl, escaped into Switzerland, where she found a refuge.
Wonderful as had been her rapid
elevation to the summit of her earthly
prosperity, her fall was still more sudden.  Her estates were confiscated;
and having, like the prodigal of old,
"wasted her substance with riotous
living," she was reduced to a condition of poverty and distress. The day
of her extravagance and folly was, in
its best aspect, but "gilded misery."
As she expresses it in her diary, a
"dark discontent" had been ever pre



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sent with her: and now, with blasted
character and disappointed hopes, with
no solace to be drawn  from  other
than " broken cisterns," her reflections
must have been bitter in the extreme,
and her condition most pitiable.
She soon went once more upon the
stage, and seemed, in her desperation
of feeling, to covet notoriety, regardless
of the means by which it was attained.
She became involved in difficulties;
and, after a variety of adventures in
Paris and London, visited the United
States, for the first time, in 1852; and
for a while pursued a similar course.
She remained in this country for
two or three years, and then went to
Australia. She afterward returned to
the United  States, which  she now




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considered her home, and for the institutions of which she had a strong
admiration. She delivered a series of
lectures upon various topics, which
proved highly remunerative pecuniarily; but, with characteristic improvidence, she dispensed so freely as to
lay up but a small portion of her earnings.
It was upon the occasion of one of
her last visits to this country, while in
New-York, that she unexpectedly met
the old schoolmate to whom reference
has been made.
A  crowd  of pleasant memories
rushed upon the mind of this lady;
and, encouraged by her husband, who
was with her, in the true spirit of Christian charity, she addressed her. Sur



Lola Mointez.       Ir
prised and gratified by the unlookedfor kindness of the recognition, Eliza
G. at once reposed confidence and
trust in her friend.
Who may say whether the image of
the Master, reflected in the conduct of
these worthy Christian people, did not
open the heart of the wanderer to better and higher impulses?  The Divine Master sought out and comforted
the most wretched, and those whom the
world in harsh'judgment scorned and
spurned, that He might shed a ray
of heavenly hope upon their dark and
cheerless path. Why should not those
who profess His name thus strive to
imitate this blessed example?
It can hardly be that, to a reflective
and impressionable nature like that of




12          Lola Moniez.
ELIZA G., the wonders of creation and
the indications of an overruling Providence on every side, the aspirations of
her immortal spirit, and its own high
questionings, " Whence, and whither
bound?"  did  not suggest solemn
thought.  Above all, that " still, small
voice "-the whisper of the Holy Spirit,
which comes to every human soul;
which she, like such multitudes of
others, was willing madly to stifle, instead of cherishing with jealous care,
as one of the best gifts of a merciful
God-she appears now at last to have
listened to.
From this time she- seemed to be
impressed with religious truth, and her
convictions were deep and  sincere.
She studied the Scriptures faithfully.




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The glorious truths they reveal dawned upon her soul, and, by the power
of the Blessed Spirit, wrought in her
that renewal of her inner being which.
manifested itself in a sincere and- earnest effort to walk humbly with her God,
and to follow closely in the foot-prints
of her gracious Redeemer, in whom
was centred all her hope of salvation.
So far as outward actions could
show, with her " old things had passed
away, and all things had become new."
With a heart full of generous sympathy for the poor outcasts of her own
sex, she devoted the last few months
of her life to visiting them at the
Magdalen Asylum, near New-York,
warning and instructing them with a
spirit which yearned over them, that




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they, too, might be brought into the
fold.  She strove to impress upon
them not only the awful guilt of breaking the divine law, but the inevitable
earthly sorrow which those who persisted with thoughtless desperation in
sinful courses were treasuring up for
themselves.  Her effort was thus to
"redeem the time," so far as she could;
and the result of her labors can be
known only in that day when she will
meet her erring sisters at the impartial.tribunal of the Eternal Judge.
While thus laboring in the Master's
cause, and bringing forth the fruits of
repentance in her daily life, she was,suddenly stricken down with paralysis.
But in this hour of helplessness she
was not forsaken.  God had raised up




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for her many Christian friends, who
gathered around her couch, and rejoiced to minister to her necessities.
The Rev. Dr. H., of the Episcopal
Church, visited her frequently, and
prayed and conversed with her; and
most acceptable were his ministrations. Refreshing, too, to his own
spirit were his interviews with her, as
she lay upon her bed of death, as he
has narrated in his touching and in,
teresting sketch of them.
She lingered for a few weeks, much
of the time in great suffering. But at
all times there was the lifting up of
the heart to God, and the expression
of perfect resignation to whatever of
suffering  infinite wisdom  and  love
might think fit to lay upon her.




1i6        Lola Montez.
Upon one occasion, when Dr. H.
had been conversing with her, and was
about to leave, she grasped his hand,
and, with child-like eagerness of manner, exclaimed: "Tell me, tell me
more of my dear Saviour!"
Day by day her strength failed;
but her faith became firmer and her
hope brighter, through a crucified
Redeemer, in whom  was all her
trust.
A short time before her death she
motioned to a friend to sit by her
and read a portion of Scripture, at the
same time laying her hand upon the
book; and, while the word of life was
yet sounding in her ears, with her
hand resting upon her much-loved
Bible, her spirit passed to the presence




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of its God, " accepted," doubtless, " in
the Beloved."
The kind consideration of Christian
friends did not cease with her life.
One of them, in a wintry storm, on the
day after her decease —in January,
i86i-selected a place in Greenwood
Cemetery where her mortal remains
might repose; and thither they were
borne by those who had watched over
her dying hours, and laid with the
beautiful and consoling offices of the:
Episcopal Service. A  plain marble
tablet has been erected above the spot,,
inscribed with her name, and the date.
of her birth and decease.
The little remnant of her property,,
amounting to a few hundred dollars,.
she bequeathed to the Magdalen Asy



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lum, in which she had been so greatly
interested.
She left the fragment of a  diary
which, as illustrative of the depth and
earnestness of her religious convictions, is appended, and is full of interest. It has been thought best to publish it, with all its idiomatic expressions and peculiarity of style, as she
left it.




FRAGMENTS
FROM THE
PIARY  OF  LOLA  }AONTEZ.
SATURDAY, Sept. Io, 1859.
IT is good to write down every day what
have been our thoughts and actions during the twenty-four hours.
Oh! may Jesus bless this endeavor; and
may I find, through His grace in my heart,
on looking it over in the future, that my
endeavors of leading a better life have not
been diminished; but that my soul may
progress ever upward and onward to Him
who is the divine centre of all peace, love,
and true happiness!
With what gratitude ought I to give




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thanks to Him who did not forsake me,
even when walking in utter darkness and
death! I knew not, neither cared for, or
thought of, His love.
How many, many years of my life have
been sacrificed to Satan, and my own love
of sin! What have I not been guilty of,
either in thought or deed, during these
years of misery and wretchedness 
Oh! I dare not think of the past. What
have I not been! I only lived for my own
passions; and what is there of good even
in the best natural human being! What
would I not give to have my terrible and
fearful experience given as an awful warning to such natures as my own! And yet,
when people generally, even to my mother,
turned their backs on me and knew me
not, JESUs knocked at my heart's dooroh! so gently; but'twas He alone! and,
in the deep, dark hour of my mental agony,
which no mortal eye saw, my Saviour came
to the darkest sinner, and brought a sweet
light around me.
Oh! how long, long was He telling me




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that I should come to Him. I was indeed
" weary and heavy laden." 0 my Teacher!
I did come to Thee. Thou didst indeed
give me peace. All that Thou didst say in
Thy words of balm are true. Thou hast
been too good to me. But I owed Thee
much, and Thou didst forgive me much.
My prayers to Thee, God of mercy and love,
remain not unanswered. Thou surely dost
cast comfort around my soul, in my lonely
and unloved, uncared for earth-life.
O my Master, my loved Saviour! lead
me, guide me, teach me, is my prayer. Before Thee let me feel as a little child.
What is my worldly knowledge in Thy
sight —an impediment to get to Thee.
What has the world ever given to me? (And
I,have known all that the world has to give
-ALL!) Nothing but shadows, leaving a
wound on the heart hard to heal-a dark
discontent.
Now I can more calmly look back on the
stormy passages of my life-an eventful
life, indeed-and see onward and upward
a haven of rest to the soul. I used once




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to think, like many others, that heaven
was a place somewhere beyond the clouds;
and that those who got there were as if
they had not been themselves on the earth.
But light has been given to me to know that
heaven begins in the human soul, through
the grace of God and His holy word. Those
who can not feel somewhat of heaven here
will never find it hereafter-though this can
only be faintly indeed.
We are told to seek and we shall find.
All is true in that word; but this can only
be known to those who seek.
0 God of love and mercy! bless my undertaking, and increase in me all good, for
Thy honor and glory! O Lord Jesus! cast
the devils out of me, as Thou didst from
Magdalene of old; and oh! strengthen and
preserve me against my sins. Let it not
be that Thou didst die for me in vain; but
let me lie, 0 Lord! forever at Thy feet,
blessing Thy holy name. Amen.




Lola MAontes.          23
SATURDAY.
LOOKING back on the past week, though
guilty, and sinning but too often in thought,
word, and deed, I find that my earnest
prayers have been answered, and that the
Lord has indeed preserved me from temptation, and delivered me from evil; but
still, how far, how very far, I am away from
Him! But I will cry unto Him, and He
will deliver me.
I am afraid, sometimes, that I think too
well of myself. But let me only look back
to the past. Oh! how I am humbled!
To-morrow (the Lord's day) is the day of
peace and happiness. Once it seemed to
me any thing but a happy day; but now
all is wonderfully changed in my heart. I
can well understand how David sang, in his
joy and gladness, the praises of God. And
yet he had not Jesus to go to as a friend, a
brother, a God.  This is my song of praise.
Thou didst lead me from death to life. I
was blind, and now I see. I was deaf;




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now I hear. What I loved before now I
hate. But oh! to leave Thee one moment
is to perish. Oh! that in this coming week
I may, through Thee, overcome all sinful
thoughts, and love every one. Keep my
tongue from evil speaking and lying; make
me charitable in thought, in word, and in
deed. Watch over me, dear Lord. Amen.
ANOTHER WEEK! and though of small
importance as regards external events, what
an eventful inner life has it been to me.
What a hopeless state, were it not for the
certitude of our dear Lord's help and pity
for our struggles. What a perpetual disappointment of one's self. Oh! how little
of truth is there in the world's opinion of
each other!  We only see effects, but are
blind to causes. As for myself, He who
said, "Come unto me," has surely helped
my weak endeavors to live to Him during
the past week. But yet I am now far from
the path. How manifold are my sins, and




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how long in years have I lived a life of
evil passions without a check! Bunyan's
thoughts of himself are thus:
"I find to this day seven abominations in my
heart.  First. Inclination to unbelief.  Second.
Suddenly to forget the love and mercy that Jesus
manifesteth. Third. A leaning to the works of the
law. Fourth. Wandering and coldness in prayer.
Fifth. To forget to watch for that I pray for. Sixth.
Apt to murmur because I have no more. Seventh.
I can do none of those things which God commands
me, but my corruptions will thrust in themselves.
When I would do good, evil is present with me.'
"These things I continually feel and see, and am
afflicted and oppressed with; yet the wisdom of God
doth order them for my good. First. They make
me abhor myself. Second. They keep me from trusting my heart. Third. They convince me of the insufficiency of all inherent righteousness. Fourth.
They show me the necessity of flying to Jesus.
Fifth. They press me to pray unto God. Sixth.
They show me the need I have to watch and be
sober-minded. Seventh. They provoke me to pray
unto God, through Jesus Christ, to help me, and
carry me safe through this world."
Oh! if a good man like Bunyan felt all
this, what effect must it have on a miserable




26           Lola Montez.
sinner! But God never turns a deaf ear
to the heart's prayer-oh! never! Jesus is
more ready to hear than we to go to Him.
Oh! what a fearful spell has Satan over
the world! Oh! what an awful cost it was
for our Saviour to redeem the world! Oh!
that I may at last be one of the redeemed;
and yet through what fiery trials I have to
pass at every moment of the day. O Lord!
without Thee, I must sink; for my nature
is so stubborn; it must be only Thee that
can hold me up. Oh! dear Lord, make
my thoughts pure and charitable, and my
actions will be the fruit.
Dear Lord, compel my hasty temper to
be controlled, and give me an humble heart.
Oh! what great gifts are these-an humble heart! And yet forever shall I pray to
my Father until He hear my prayer.
Thankful I am that I have been permitted to pray this day. Three years ago I cried
aloud in agony to be taken: and yet the
great, All-Wise Creator has spared me, in
His mercy, to repent.  Oh! give me the
fruit of repentance!  This week I have




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principally sinned through hastiness of temper and uncharitableness of feeling toward
my neighbor. And yet how little am  I,
compared to those around me; for they
certainly have not committed the heinous
transgressions that I have done. Oh! that
I could have only love to others, and hatred
of myself!
How is it that I feel so forgetful of Jesus
in the day, and draw nearer to Him  at
night?  This I know not, but ft is true;
and I feel sadly disturbed about it.  I
should wish to feel the same at all times;
but this as yet is not for me. But I will
trust in God, who will hear my thoughts,
for the sake of Jesus. Oh! let me ever
have that name before the eyes of my soul!
All that has passed in New-York has not
been mere illusion. Ifeel it is true. The
Lord heard my feeble cry to Him, and I
felt what no human tongue can describe.
Such feelings belong not to pen, or will,
or words. Theworld cast me out, and He,
the pure, the loving, took me in.




28           Lola Montez.
TO-MORROW IS SUNDAY, and I shall go to
the poor little humble chapel, and there will
I mingle my prayers with the fervent pastor, and with the good and true. There is
no pomp or ceremony among these. All is
simple. No fine dresses, no worldly display, but the honest Methodist breathes
forth a sincere prayer, and I feel much
unity of soul. What would I give to have
daily fellowship with these good people! to
teach in the school; to visit the old, the
sick, the poor. But that will be in the
Lord's good time, when He thinks me fit
for this happiness-that is, when self is
burned out of me completely.
0 dear Lord! will this ever be? shall
the love in my heart for Thee ever grow to
this? Shall all turbulent passions in my
soul be hushed, and wilt Thou take up thine
abode with me? The lesson now given to
me to learn practically is, first, learn to
subdue thyself, before thou canst be of real
use to others.  Thou, who canst do all
things, Thou wilt do this in me. Qh! let




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me learn to bear with meekness all things
which happen in my daily life. 0 Lord
and Master! may the next week be more to
Thy glory! May I live more to Thee in all
things. May I feel all Thy love and mercy
more vitally, and may Thy Holy Spirit
strengthen me! Amen.
SATURDAY, IN LONDON.
SINCE last week my existence is entirely
changed. When last I wrote, I was calm
and peaceful-away from the world. Now
I must again go forth. It was cruel, indeed,
of Mr. E. to have said what he did; but I
am afraid I was too hasty also. Was that
following the precepts of our Divine Master? Oh! that I practised more of His
teachings in my life! If it were not for
His love and forbearance, what must become of me! Ought I to have resented
what was said? No. I ought to have said




30           Lola Montez.
not a word. The world would applaud me;
but, oh! my heart tells me that for His
sake I ought to bear the vilest reproaches,
even unmerited. But I feel no anger in my
heart. Why did I even for a moment? Oh!
I must ever cry for help, until my own nature is subdued. I tremble to think of my
utter weakness.
Good-by all the calm hours of reflection
and repose I enjoyed at Derby. But, 0
God of mercy! let me ever pray to Thee in
spirit. Let me ever struggle against inward sin. Let me feel my Redeemer nearer and nearer to me. 0 Lord! forsake me
not! Give me life! through Thee. Let me
bless Thee in sorrow and in joy. Let me
know Thy hand in all things. Cover me
with the shadow of Thy power, and I shall
be safe from the tempter. Oh! hear my
prayer to Thee for strength against zyself.
Forgive me my faults of the past week;
and 0 dear Lord! on Thy day (to-morrow) let my heart be touched by Thy grace,
that I may pray to Thee with fervor, believing.




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Oh! my calm days at the cottage are
gone, gone. But I will not look back.
" Onward! must be the cry of my heart.
O weary pilgrim! despised and rejected
of all, look to nothing earthly for happiness or peace. This is to be found alone
in the bosom of Jesus. O  my dear Father! watch over me in the Lord.
O happy earthly father! to have been
taken so young from this world of sorrow!
And yet the Creator of all knows best how
to dispose of all. Let me bow'to His allwise decree. O Lord! my heart is sore
afraid. Give me light. Leave me not. Let
me suffer with joy any agony, rather than
deliberately displease and disobey Thee!
Lord, Thy mercies are great to me. Oh!
how little are they deserved, filthy worm
that I am! Oh! that the Holy Spirit may
fill my soul with prayer! Let me put undivided trust in my Saviour, and let my
rugged, lonely path (unseen by all) be
radiant with light.
Lord, have mercy on the weary wander



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er, and grant me all I beseech of Thee!
Oh/  give me a meek and lowly heart.
Amen.
READER, whoever thou art, if thou
hast not yet found a refuge within the
fold of the Good Shepherd, seek it
without delay, and with thy whole
heart.  Fear not to bring all thy
burden of guilt and fears to a Saviour's feet.  Let no device of the
evil one tempt thee to think there
is no forgiveness for thee. All thy
sins, grievous and aggravated though
they be, can not outweigh thy Redeemer's merits. He knows them all,
for thou canst not hide any thing from
his omniscient eye, and He has com



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manded thee to come. It is true that
He can not look upon sin but with abhorrence; yet His love is infinite, and
calls upon thee in tones of utmost
tenderness to forsake thy evil ways,
and to bathe in that fountain of mercy
opened for sin and for all uncleanness;
to receive that renewing and sanctifying influence of his Holy Spirit which
can renovate thy nature, and which He
has declared He is more willing to bestow upon the sincere supplicant than
an earthly father is to bestow good
gifts upon his children.
Only believe, and whatever difficulties and stumbling-blocks appear to
obstruct the way shall be removed.
" Who art thou, 0 great mountain?
Before Zerubbabel thou shalt become




34          Lola Montez.
a plain."  Only believe: and the God
of this poor penitent, who brought
her out of darkness into His marvellous light, and ministered peace and
comfort to her sin-stricken soul, will
do the same for thee.  Only believe: all
needed blessings shall be added unto
thee, and thou shalt, with her, and
with all the host of the redeemed who
have come up from the miry clay of
wickedness and through sore trials and
affliction, be received into the blissful
mansions prepared for those who love
and serve God in sincerity and in
truth.




Lo la Montez.         35
The following statement, referred to in the
narrative, was made by the Rev. FRANCIS L.
HAWKS, D.D., of the Protestant Episcopal
Church, immediately after the decease of the
subject of this sketch:
It was in the latter part of the year
I860 that I received a message from
the unhappy woman so well known to
the public under the name of LOLA
MONTEZ, earnestly requesting me to
visit her as a clergyman, and minister
to her spiritual wants. She had been
smitten down by a paralysis of her left
side, and for some days was unconscious, and her death seemed to be at
hand. She had, however, rallied, and a
most benevolent Christian female, who
had been her schoolmate in Scotland
in the days of girlhood, and knew her
well, had stepped forward and provided




36         Lola Montez.
for the temporal comfort of the afflicted
companion of her childhood. The real
name of LOLA MONTEZ was ELIZA G.,
and she was of reputable family in Ireland, where she was born.
I, of course, complied with her request to visit her; and saw her from
time to time until she died-always
in company with the excellent woman
above alluded to, and in the presence
of Lola's nurse. And I should never
have written a word of this statement,
had I not deemed it a duty to bear
witness to the mighty power of the
Holy Ghost in changing the heart of
one who had been a great sinner.
In the course of a long experience
as a Christian minister I do not think
I ever saw deeper penitence and hu



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mility, more real contrition of soul,
and more of bitter self-reproach, than
in this poor woman. Anxious to probe
her heart to the bottom, I questioned
her in various forms; spoke as plainly
as I could of the qualities of a genuine
repentance; set forth the necessity of
the operations of the Holy Spirit really
to convert from sin to holiness, and
presented Christ as all in all — the
only Saviour.
For myself I became quite satisfied,
and am  now, that, as far as a poor
mortal can judge, God the Holy Ghost.
had renewed her poor sinful soul unto,
holiness. I think she had been taughtfrom on high, by a blessed experience,,
"the secret of the Lord."
There was no confident boasting,,




38          Lola AJIonzitez.
however. I never saw a more humble
penitent, nor one more overwhelmed
than she was by the thought that
Christ's blood could save such a sinner as she felt herself to have been.
When I prayed with  her, nothing
could exceed the fervor of her devotion; and never had I a more watchful and attentive hearer when I read
the Scriptures. She read the blessed
volume for herself, also, when I was
not present.  It was always within
reach of her hand; and, on my first
visit, when I took up her Bible from
the table, the fact struck me that it
opened of its own accord to the touchirig story of Christ's forgiveness of the
Magdalene in the house of Simon.
I spoke to her of Christ's gentle




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pity and pardon to this poor woman.
"Ah!" she replied, "but she loved
much.  Can I love ezough?"
If ever a repentant soul loathed past
sin, I believe hers did.  If ever a renewed soul prayed fervently for the
help of the Holy Spirit to keep her
from  all sin, for Christ's dear sake, I
think hers did.
She was a woman of genius, highly
accomplished, of more than usual attainments, and of great natural eoquence.  I listened to her sometimes
with admiration, as, with the tears
streaming from  her eyes, her right
hand uplifted, and her singularly expressive features (her keen black eye
especially) speaking almost as plainly
as her tongue, she would dwell upon




40          Lola Montez.,
Christ, and the almost incredible truth
that He could show mercy to such a
vile sinner as she felt herself to have
been, until I would feel that she was
the preacher, and not I.
When she was near her end and
could not speak, I asked her to let me
know by a sign whether her soul was
at peace, and she still felt that Christ
would save her. She fixed her eyes
on mine and nodded her head affirmatively.
I thank God that I can believe she
found forgiveness through the precious
blood of Christ, and that her departed
spirit rests in comfort in the paradise
of God.                  F. L. H.
JANUARY   9, 86 I.




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1A WAKE, THOU THAT SLEEPEST."
EpA. 5: 14SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit, dark and dead;
Jesus waits His light to shed.
Wake from sleep, arise from death;
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise,
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.
Leave thy folly, cease from crime;
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay;
Evil is the mortal day.
Be not blind and foolish still;
Called of Jesus, learn His will:
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed His light.




42              Lola Montes.
THE SPIRIT'S GRACIOUS CALL.
SAY, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
Sinner, it was a heavenly voice,
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou mayst not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.
God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened, self-destroying men;
Ye, who persist His love to grieve,
May never hear His voice again.:Sinner, perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be;
Oh! should'st thou grieve Him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.




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THE LAST RESOLVE.
COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:
"I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
" Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone
Without His sovereign grace.
"I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives;
Perhaps He may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
"Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
"I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."




44             Lola Montes.
THE DYING THIEF.
THERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.
E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought, rich reward,
A golden harp for me.




Lola HMIon7te.            45'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
I WAS a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold,
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er desert waste and wild.
He found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
He bound me with the bands of love,
He saved the wandering one.




46              Lola Monztes.
He washed my filth away,
He made me clear and fair,
He brought me to my home in peace,
The long-sought wanderer.
Jesus my shepherd is,'Twas He that loved my soul,'Twas He that washed me in His blood,'Twas He that made me whole.'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep,'Twas He that brought me to the fold,'Tis He that still doth keep.
I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love the Shepherd's voice,
I love, I love the fold.
I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home.