have seen my eyes suffused in tears, or sparkling with joy, shail behold them obscured in the darkness of death; ye that have listened to the plaintive moans, and cheerful strains, that have flowed from my lips, shall see them sealed in awful silence, and all my mortal powers chilled and broken by the ruthless stroke of the last enemy. No more shall you share with me in earthly concerns; no more partake of the boon of friendship; but, instead of walking hand in hand in social and endearing converse, you must follow in funereal gloom, the sable ruins of death, to the house appointed for all the living. O may you exult in solid and well grounded hope, that what you commit to the noisome grave, and cover with the dusty clods, shall be raised in mighty power, and glorious splendor, assimilated to Christ's body, no more to see corruption, but to shine in everlasting vigor, beauty and glory. Then may you check the falling tear, as softly and pensively you visit my grassy covering, and reading from thence the affection-ate address I silently proclaim to you, “Be ye also ready," you will vigorously seek to be prepared for a lowly bed by my side in kindred dust, that believing in Him, who is the resurrection and the life, you may confidently look back to the radiant climes of transcendent glory, where the righteous "rest from their labors."

O my soul, art thou ready for the assault of death? Canst thou meet this grim messenger, unappalled; and leave thy companion beneath the footsteps of thy fellow mortals, unheeded by the thoughtless traveller? How, O how

inst thou meet this mighty conqueror, and submit to his strange and freezing operations? Canst thou pass his territories with cheerful step, buoyed up with the prospect of the rich field of bliss that smiles beyond, and greets thy closing eye? Say, my soul, art thou prepared to meet thy God?-to stand the dread decis ion of the last great day?-to see thy Judge assume his awful seat, and award the retributions of eternity? My God, fit me for these momentous scenes; hide me in thy pavilion; shelter me beneath thy wings; and sprinkle my soul with the rich blood that stained the cross of Calvary; that I may meet all these tremendous realities, with that tranquil peace of mind, which no hypocrite ever attained, no worlds of dying pleasures ever bestow, no legions of infernal spirits take away, no length of ages impair. O graciously grant me thy glorious perfections for my feast, thy almighty. bosom for my rest, thy praise for my employment, thy heaven my home, and eternity the duration of all.

Be pleased to shed upon me the riches of thy grace; fill my heart with the fervors of holy love, and abase every high imagination before thee into nothing. I beseech thee, suitably to - humble me at thy feet, and never let my conduct or my temper be unbecoming. In spite of what a flattering world may say, may I ever retain a low opinion of my best actions and performances, viewing them all unworthy the notice of thy pure eyes, and far below what ought to come from one so in debt to thee, and so highly favored. O wilt thou favor me with the most self-abasing views of myself, and with

the most deep and abiding sense of my own atter helplessness, vileness and nothingness, that whenever I approach thy mercy seat it may be as an impotent beggar, craving a crumb of mere undeserved mercy. I beseech thee at this critical period, when the voice of adulation sounds in my ears,* and so many things concur to inflate my proud beart, O I intreat thee to subdue every self-exalting thought, and clothe me with the lowly graces of the spirit. And wilt thou bless the weak efforts of my pen to the awakening of Christless sinners, and to the comfort and benefit of thy humble followers? O make me an instrument of good in the worid, a blessing to some precious souls, that I may not be a worthless cypher in creation.

Letter to Miss C. T. of Beverly.

My dear, dear Clarissa,

Beverly, April 10, 1814.

As I highly appreciate your friendship and correspondence and ardently wish their con tinuance, I should esteem it a privilege to address you in the epistolary way, could the productions of my pen add in the least degree to your edification and felicity. But, filled as I am with a sense of my weakness and insufficiency, I still know and rejoice, that the Lord can bless the weakest means to the advancement of his cause, and the glory of his name; and to him may we look for a benediction upon our mutual communications, that we may be heipers of each other's joy and spiritual good.

*It is probable she here refers to what was said in favor of a letter of hers, which was published in the Panoplist the proeeding February.

Our wishful eyes seem already to greet the glimmering dawn of the latter day glory, and with hearts beating high with wondering expectations, we look forward to its meridian splendor. Glorious period! big with events beyond the narrow ken of worms, bringing an immense revenue of praise and glory to the Most High, and issuing in the everlasting felicity and excellency of innumerable intelligences; events which shall attract the admiring attention of all the celestial spirits, and Cause them to celebrate in higher strains, the mighty displays of all-conquering grace. Yes, my dear sister, this apostate earth is to be reclaimed by the power of Immanuel, and constrained to bow in meek homage at his feet. Tho now it is the scene of wide-spread wretchedness, misery and sin, convulsed to its centre, with desolating judgments, a Golgotha, covered with the skuils, and crimsoned with the blood of slaughtered millions, yet ere long it shall be filed with the rising glory of our God, and, decked in righteousness, peace and holiness, shall reflect the image, and taste the joys of a fairer chime.

We have pitied and prayed for the millions and millions of our immortal race, whose eves have never glided over the page of eternal truth; whose ears have never listened to the messages of Heaven, who are perishing for lack of vision. We have hung in anguish over the dying pagan, and beheid him pass the dread gulf that separates time from eternity. To him the dark valley is not illumined with a single ray of light; and gloom impenetrable rests upon the grave. He sinks into the icy

arms of death; but no light from heaven cheers his desponding, soul. Our hearts have ached for the youthful widow,e wrapt in the devouring flames, and for the hapless devotees of Juggernaut, submitting to the awful crush of the ponderous wheel. We have pitied the sable sons of Africa, torn from all that was dear in home, and friends, and native land, and burdened with the galling yoke of bondage. We have felt for the degraded Hottentots, wandering in the sandy desert, unmindful of a country flowing with better blessings than milk and honey.

But these scenes and acts of cruelty, at which the bosom of humanity bleeds, shall ere long cease to exist. They shall be swept from the face of the earth, when the religion of the cross shall cover all lands. Our God has declared, and not one tittle of his word shall fail, he has declared, that he will give his Son the heathen for his inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for his possession; and that those, who sit in darkness, and the shadow of death, shall come to the light of religion and triumph in the joys of his salvation. Ethiopia shall stretch out her hand unto God, and the wilderness shall bud and blossom as the rose, bearing on her gentie zephyrs, songs of praise to the Prince of peace. Yonder is the lowly hut of the Hottentot, smiling in peace and righteousness, and triumphing in the wonders which Calvary exhibits; while the sweet incense of prayer ascends to the court of heaven, and enters the ears of the Eternal. The temples of superstition shall be consecrated to Jehovah, where his eyes and his heart shall be