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still whispers from the heavens, with well known eloquence, the solemn admonition.
“Mortals ! hastening to the tomb, and once the companions of my pilgrimage, take warning and avoid my errors-Cultivate the virtues I have recommended Choose the Savior I have chosen-Live disinterestedly--Live for immortality ; and would you rescue any thing from final dissolution, lay it
up in God."
Thus speaks, methinks, our deceased benefactor, and thus he acted during his last sad hours. To the exclusion of every other concern, religion now claims all his thoughts.
Jesus ! Jesus is now his only hope. The friends of Jesus are his friends. The ministers of the altar his companions. While these intercede he listens in awful silence, or in profound submission, whispers his assent.
Sensible, deeply sensible of his sins, he pleads no merit of his own. He repairs to the mercy seat, and there pours out his penitential sorrows---there he solicits pardon.
Heaven, it should seem, heard and pitied the suppliant's cries. Disburdened of his sorrows, and looking up to God, he exclaims, “ Grace, rich grace."
“ I have,” said he, clasping his dying hands, and with a faltering tongue, “I HAVE A TENDER RELIANCE ON THE MERCY OF GOD IN CHRIST.” In token of this reliance, and as an
expression of his faith, he receives the holy sacra ment. And having done this, his mind becomes tranquil and serene. Thus he remains, thoughtful indeed, but unruffled to the last, and meets death with an air of dignified composure, and with an eye directed to the heavens.
This last act, more than any other, sheds glory on his character. Every thing else death effaces. Religion alone abides with him on his death-bed. He dies a Christian. This is all which can be enrolled of him among the archives of eternity. This is all that can make his name great in hea
Let not the sneering infidel persuade you that this last act of homage to the Savior, resulted from an enfeebled state of mental faculties, or from perturbation occasioned by the near approach of death. No; his opinions concerning the Divine Mission of Jesus Christ, and the validity of the holy scriptures had long been settled, and settled after laborious investigation and extensive and deep research. These opinions were not concealed. I knew them myself. Some of you who hear me knew them, And had his life been spared, it was his determination to have published them to the world, together with the facts and reasons on which they were founded
At a time when skepticism, shallow and superficial indeed, but depraved and malignant, is breathing forth its pestilential vapour, and polluting by its
unhallowed touch, every thing divine and sacred ; it is consoling to a devout mind to reflect, that the great, and the wise, and the good of all ages; those superior geniuses, whose splendid talents have elevated them almost above mortality, and placed them next in order to angelic natures — Yes, it is consoling to a devout mind to reflect, that while dwarfish infidelity lifts up its deformed head and mocks, these ILLUSTRIOUS PERSONAGES, though living in different ages—inhabiting different countries--nurtured in different schools -destined to different pursuits--and differing on variaus subjects-should all, as if touched with an impulse from heaven, agree to vindicate the Sacredness of Revelation, and present with one accord, their learning, their talents and their virtue, on the Gospel Altar, as an offering to Emmanuel.
This is not exaggeration. Who was it, that overleaping the narrow bounds which had hitherto been set to the human niind, ranged abroad through the immensity of space, discovered and illustrated those Jaws by which the Deity unites, binds, and governs all things ? Who was it, soaring into the sublime of astronomic science, numbered the stars of heaven, measured their spheres, and called them by their names ? It was NEWTON.
But Newton was a Christain. Newton, great as he was, received in. struction from the lips, and laid his honors at the feet, of Jesus.
Who was it, that developed the hidden combination, the component parts of bodies? Who was it,
dissected the animal, examined the flower, penetrated the earth, and ranged the extent of organic nature? It was BOYLE. But Boyle was a Christian.
· Who was it, that lifted the vail which had for ages covered the intellectual world, analyzed the human. mind, defined its powers, and reduced its operations. to certain and fixed laws? It was Locke... But Locke too was a Christian.
What more shall I say ? For time would fail me, to speak of Hale, learned in the law ; of ADDISON, admired in the schools ; of Milton, celebrated among the poets; and of WASHINGTON, immortal in the field and in the cabinet.-To this catalogue of professing Christians, from among, if I may speak so, a higher order of beings, may now be added the name of ALEXANDER HAMILTON. A name which raises in the mind the idea of whatever is great, whatever is splendid, whatever is illustrious in human nature ; and which is now added to a catalogue which might be lengthened--and lengthenedand lengthened with the names of illustrious characters, whose lives have blessed society, and whose works form a COLUMN high as heaven-a column of learning, of wisdom and of greatness, which will stand to future ages, an ETERNAL MONUMENT of the transcendent talents of the advocates of Christianity, when every fugitive leaf, from the pen of the canting infidel witlings of the day, shall be swept by the tide of time from the annals of the world, and buried with the names of their authors in oblivion.
To conclude. How are the mighty fallen! Fallem before the desolating hand of death. Alas! the ruins of the tomb .
The ruins of the tomb are an emblem of the ruins of the world. When not an individual, but an universe, already marred by sin and hastening to dissolution, shall agonize and die! Directing your thoughts from the one, fix them for a moment on the other. Anticipate the concluding scene, the final catastrophe of nature. When the sign of the Son of man shall be seen in heaven.
When the Son of man himself shall appear in the glory of his Father, and send forth judgment unto victory. The fiery desolation envelopes towns, palaces and fortresses.
The heavens pass away! The earth melts ! and all those magnificent productions of art, which ages, heaped on ages, have reared up, are in one awful day reduced to ashes!
Against the ruins of that day, as well as the ruins of the tomb which precede it, the gospel in the CROSS of its great High PRIEST, offers you all a sanctuary. A sanctuary secure and abiding. A sanctuary, which no lapse of time nor change of circumstances can destroy. No; neither life nor death-No ; neither principalities nor powers.
Every thing else is fugitive ; every thing else is mutable; every thing else will fail you. But this, the CITADEL of the Christian's hopes, will never fail you. Its bàse is adamant. It is cemented with the richest blood. The ransomed of the Lord crowd its portals. Enbosomed in the dust which it incloses, the bodies of the redeemed" rest in hope.” On its top dwells the