dained at Newtown, Sussex, 1787; installed in the Dutch church of New Brunswick 1794. Pious and learned, prudent and zeal ous, successful in his ministry and greatly beloved, he finished his course, and entered into the joy of his Lord, 1 June, 1811.

DANIEL HARRISON CONDICT was born 29 March, 1791, and died, 28 August, 1811. Amiable and respected, distinguished for talents and erudition, he soon followed his venerable parent. Their remains are here interred under the same sepulchral monument. Those, who sleep in Jesus, will God bring with him.

Note-The foregoing inscription was written by the rev. John H. Livingston, D. D president of Queen's college. While a minister in Sussex county, doctor Condict had charge of the congregations in Newtown, Hardwick, and Shappenack.

He was a native of Orange in New Jersey and was blessed with parents eminent for their christian walk and conversation. Daniel Condict, his father, was, for many years, a deacon in the presbyterian church in that place. He used the office well, purchased to himself a good degree, and exhibited great boldness in the faith.

The doctor was happy in his domestick connexfans. His wife was Sarah Perrine, a daughter of

Henry Perrine of Freehold, in Monmouth county, and sister of the rev. Matthew La Rue Perrine, pastor of the church in Spring street, New York. He left his beloved consort, a sorrowful widow, with four amiable and deeply afflicted children, one son and three daughters.

The character of his son, who soon followed the father, to the great grief of many endeared relatives and friends, is concisely expressed in his epitaph. His talents and literary reputation were such, that, before he had arrived at the age of twenty years, he was elected a tutor and trustee of Queen's college, of which his excellent father had long been the vice president and one of the professors. Had his days been prolonged, he would probably have devoted himself to the gospel ministry; but a holy God was pleased to remove him from the cares and duties of the present scene, in the morning of life.

The limits of this work will not admit of such a full memoir of the late doctor Condict as his character might justly claim. Though modest, unassuming, and greatly underrating his own talents and graces, his presence commanded universal respect; and, whenever he appeared before his fellow creatures, either in the pulpit, the social circle, or the streets, such was the acknowledged dignity and christian excellence of his deportment, every one beheld him and revered him as a man of God. In a word, hè was much esteemed for his learning and piety, and for his faithfulness in the discharge

af all duties publick and private. His numerous and flourishing congregation, the college in NewBrunswick rising into importance, and the reformed Dutch church in general, as well as his worthy family, sustained no ordinary loss by his death in the midst of his days and usefulness.

Doctor Condict left a manuscript account of his religious exercises, much in the style of self abasement, like that of the Journals of David Brainerd and Caleb Smith, which would be useful in giving a full sketch of his life.

For many years, he had chosen the Lord as his portion, had lived in his fear, and had exhibited to the world the practical power of that religion, which he sincerely professed and zealously taught. It was not, however, his privilege to be indulged with that realizing assurance and cheerful frame, which it is the lot of some christians to enjoy. He was occasionally subject to great despondence, but still trusted in the rock of his salvation, and, when he walked through the dark valley of the shadow of death, he feared not, for the Lord was with him.

He departed this transitory state after a severe illness of nine days' continuance. A friend, who wyas frequently with him in his last sickness, took minutes, at the time, of his conversations, views, and hopes, from which the following statement is drawn.

On the fourth day of his illness, he said to dr. Livingston, I have been much harassed and disturba ed, still I hope, When it was remarked to him, that

it was a precious exercise of faith simply to wait upon the Lord, to leave the event of the affliction with him; knowing that all would be right; to live, Christ; to die, gain; he replied, it is so, but Jesus must give the grace, the great grace. At this time, he was undecided, in his mind, as to the event of his sickness. It was in the hands of the Lord, but he thought it probable that he was about to be called from his labour. During the whole of his distressing disorder he manifested a resignation, which was delightful to his christian friends.

On wednesday night, before his decease when the bodily sufferings he endured were extreme, be said to a friend, how good is the Lord to me in the midst of affliction. I believe I can say I have waited for thy salvation, oh Lord; precious salvation!

On thursday evening, he expressed, in the strong. est language, his sole reliance on the blessed Redeemer, and added, I know that he can keep, and that he will keep, what I have commilled to him. It is done. It is all sealed.

On friday evening, all hope of his recovery was at an end. He received the intelligence with composure. During the whole night, his death was hourly expected. About one, he rose up in his bed and spoke nearly in the following words. The main question with us all is, whether we are willing and ready to die. It is now ascertained, that I must die. I trust I am sincerely willing to die. Heavenly Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit, and I pray for that grace, for which I have often prayed,

which will support me in the trial and agonies, that now await me. In a little time after, he addressed his son, who was sitting near him, in this manner. My dear son, I must leave you. Hitherto I have been your teacher, at best, an imperfect one. You will no more have my instructions, but the word of God has an abundance of knowledge and grace. *The Lord has given you reason and capacity for knowing and loving him. Let that word be your teacher and you will experience riches of grace and knowledge.

He called his wife to his bed and after mutual expressions of most tender affection, she asked him, whether he had any doubts with respect to his interest in Christ? He replied, I know not that I have any. I believe I can say, with the apostle, I know in whom I have believed and am persuaded that he will keep what I have committed to him. I find him to be a great and a good Shepherd. I trust I am not deceived. Then addressing his wife, he said, fear not, you have precious promises. As for our children, you know I have often committed them unto the Lord.

Seeing one of his elders standing by him, he gave him his hand and said, I am about to die, about to give an account to my God. This you must soon do The Lord will provide.

too. I leave you destitute. He is your Shepherd. He was now, to all appearance, about to expire, when, to the surprise and gratification of every one present, he arose in his bed, made a remark upon the necessity of prayer, said that he found the hour of death a solemn hour,