such a glorious opportunity for evincing your love to Jesus, and signalizing yourselves by deeds of charity; How much will you wish that you had giv en? To conscience I appeal-to the day of judg ment I refer you. Exhibit now the liberality you will then approve, and reprobate now the parsimony you will then condemn.

Yes, in the light of that day, as if earth were already dissolved, the heavens departed, and the judgment seat of Christ erected, let each according to his ability, and with reference to the whole amount, so desirable to raise, make an apportion

ment.

Let the mechanic say how much of the scanty fruits of his labour, he will consecrate to succor destitute settlements-how much to send missionaries to the Pagans. Let the merchant, whose wealth flows from a thousand sources, and whose property floats on distant seas, say how much of the profits of his trade. Let the advocate at the bar, say how much of his fees. Let the minister of the altar say how much of his salary. Let the magistrate say how much of the income of his office. Let the man, whose dwelling has just been consumed, say how much of the remnant. of his property, which was raked from the ashes.*-And the man, whose dwelling has

A few days before the sermon was delivered, about thirty build. ings were consumed by fire, in Philadelphia, and liberal contribu tions have just been made for the relif of the sufferers.

been preserved, when flames encircled and cinders covered it-the man, who hath passed, literally, with his family and fortune through the fire, and it hath not kindled on him, let him say how much of that fortune he will consecrate as a testimony of his charity, and an expression of his faith in God.

Were I addressing an auditory unaccustomed to feel for human misery, whose stinted pity was cruel, and the stream of whose charity congealed as it flowed, after the repeated calls upon your bounty, which have been made the last week, I should despair of success, but I am not addressing such an auditory; though a stranger, I am not ignorant that Philadelphia, like that primitive city whose name it bears, is famed for deeds of mercy. With unutterable emotions, I have visited yonder consecrated grounds, on which stand assylums for the poor, and the wretched-ILLUSTRIOUS MENTS, which your charity has erected-monuments, not like the pyramids of Egypt, which cherished a vain, self-glory; not like the temples of Greece, which fostered a cruel superstition, but left at their threshold, the unpitied sufferer to converse with sighs, and tears, and wretchedness, and death.

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And can it be that the tender mercies of such an auditory are exhausted? Have you, then nothing more to lend to Jesus Christ: have you no longer any alms to bestow on your suffering brethren, and shall I tell them you have not; shall I recall

the missionaries you have sent them, and extin guish the hopes with which your former charities have inspired them? Shall I pronounce on the savages their doom, shall I say to the Pagan, just emerging from the gloom of nature, and directing his steps toward the hill of life, GO BACK INTO

YOUR FOREST, COVER AGAIN YOUR ALTAR WITH VICTIMS, MUTTER YOUR NIGHTLY ORISONS TO THE STARS, AND BE SATISFIED WITH THE VAIN HOPE OF THE COUNTRY BEYOND THE HILLS? Are these the sentiments of Christians-Christians, whose hearts have been softened by redeeming love, whose immortal hopes rest on sovereign mercy, and whose unceasing song, through eternal ages will be, grace, rich grace, I was going to add, but the presence of that august personage, whose glory fills the place of our devotions, awes me. Open your eyes Christians, and behold GodEmmanuel in this assembly. Redeemer of our souls, who inhabitest eternity, and dwellest in the high and holy place, wherefore art thou present in this temple, made with hands?" I am present that I may witness the strength of the affection which my redeemed bear me that I may in person record their charities, in that book of life, where their names already are recorded-characters, which I will publish to the universe at judgment, and reward, through eternity, in heaven."

Motives are now unnecessary-a sense of that divinity which overshadows us, melts every heart to love and swells every breast with mercy.

Go, then, ye collectors for the wretehed, receive, the alms of a people, already moved with pity, and emulous to excel in deeds of charity.

Almighty God, help us so to act on this occasion as shall meet thine approbation, and to thy name shall be the glory in Christ.-Amen.