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his love to the REDEEMER, and his 8. Died, Jan. 22, at Romsey, near victory over temptation. He was Southampton, MR. THOMAS King, aged strictly moral, and truly devout. Six eighty-nine. He was convinced of his days of the seven he spent in the sinful state by nature, while reading a duties of his secular calling, and the small Tract, in 1753; and was soon after seventh in the diligent promotion of his made a happy partaker of divine mercy. own religious improvement, and the After experiencing much persecution at christian instruction of the rising gene- Houton, in Hampslıire, in consequence ration. Since March, 1821, when the of introducing the Gospel there, he retime of his apprenticeship expired, his moved to Timsbury, where, for several health was very precarious. Two months years, he became the Leader of a small before his death, being asked if he ex- Class. He was a member of the Methopected to sarmount his debility, he re- dist Society upwards of sixty years, plied, “ that he thought it was very un- during which period he was a steady, certain; but he blessed God, that he zealous, upright, conscientious. Chrishad no desire to live, nor any fear to tian. He was cheerful without levity, die." This was substantially his expe- and constantly enjoyed the sure and cerrience, during the whole of his remain- tain hope of everlasting life. The day ing life. His peace flowed like a river, before he died, he exclaimed to me, “0! calm, and regular in its course. A few He is the fairest among ten thousand, nights before he died, he requested that and the altogether lovely." “ Go," said his sisters and brothers might be brought he, “ go and tell all the Methodists in to his bed room, that he might give the circuit, that old Thomas King is them his last farewell. When one of going to heaven soon.". The next day them leaned over the bed to kiss her he was helped out of his bed, and led dying brother, he placed his arms into an adjacent room, where a Class around her, and said, “O HANNAH, was usually met. After speaking clearly seek the LORD; get true religion, and of his own justification and sanctificeyou will see how good it is.” On the tion, he took an affectionate leave of Sabbath before his decease, two of his the members present, giving to each fellow-apprentices came from Newcastle some appropriate advice. He was then to see him. He exhorted them to fear taken back to his room, but before his and serve God; and added, “Give my attendants could place him in his bed, love to all in the Printing-office; and his happy spirit had fled to the unclouded especially to MR.

He has often regions of peace and joy. plagued me about my religion; but tell

RICHARD Moody. him, I am not afraid to die." -A little before he breathed his last, his mother asked him, “ if Jesus was precious,"

RECENT DEATHS. and he answered, “O yes !” He spoke APRIL 4. At Ascott, in the Chippingno more. His spirit gently took its Norton circuit, aged thirty-five, Mrs. flight to the regions of immortal bliss.

SARAH TIMMs, wife of MR. NICHOLAS WILLIAM CLEGG. TIMMS. Her end was peace.

April 12. At March, in the Isle of 7. Died, Jan. 20, 1822, John Reed, Ely, MR. THOMAS Dixon, aged sixtyof Carr Syke, near Bradford, Yorkshire, five. During the afliction which teraged sixty-two. He had been for forty minated in his death, he was very happy; years a member of the Methodist $o- and triumphantly entered into the joy ciety; and, for a great part of that of his LORD. time, a lively and useful Class-Leader

April 13. At Harerford-West, MARY He was an example to believers in a JAMBs. She was a member of the Wesconsistent walk, and in fervent zeal for leyan Society in this place about fifteen the cause of God. During the last years, during which time she manifested year of his life, he suffered much; but the most exemplary piety. The meekin patience he possessed his soul. The

ness and patience with which she enLORD supported him; and he left a good dured, for many years, the painful testimony of the divine faithfulness. effects of a cancer, furnished a striking On the morning of the day on which he proof that the consolations of the HOLY entered into rest, he said to his wife, Spirit make the heaviest pressure of

" The Spirit answers to the blood, afflictions comparatively light. AlAnd tells me I am born of God.

though she never filled any station in In the evening, lifting up his hand, life above that of a confidential servant, he exclaimed with all his remaining her uniform picty obtained for her the strength, “ Glory, glory, glory!" To affectionate attention of some of the a friend, who called to see him, he said, most respectable families in Haverford“God is with me." These were his West, who showed their regard by fol: ļast words, JOSEPH ENTWISLE, lowing her remains to the grave,

April 18, aged sixty-four, Mrs. SARAH a disposal of the chief part of his pró. STUART, of the City-road, London, relict perty (after reserving the annual income of Mr. David STUART, formerly & arising from it to his widow for the Merchant of the Island of St. Vincent. term of her natural life) in favour of The late Rev. DR. COKE has, in his Jour- several of the Public Institutions estanal, made just and honourable mention blished among thic Methodists, for the of the extraordinary kindness of that general preaching of the Gospel, &c. Gentleman towards himself and the He died in the year 1807. MRS. STUART Preachers who accompanied him on the was à steady, uniform Christian. Her occasion of their first visit to that island, intimacy was confined to a very few in which Mr. S. constantly persevered christian friends, by whom she was during his abode there. The Methodist greatly esteemed. Her last illness was Missionaries always found a most affec- very tedious and lingering; but she bore tionate welcome at his house. About it with exemplary patience and fortitude, twenty-five years ago, Mk, and Mrs. and her confidence in the Lord continuSTUART came to reside in London. As ally kept her from all fear which hath they had no ncar relatives, MR. S. made torment: her end was perfect peace.


PUNERAL HYMN. (From “ The Martyr of Antioch :" By the Rev. H. H. MILMAN, A.M., Professor

of Poetry in the University of Oxford.—London, 1822.)
BROTHER, thou art gone before us, and thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow is unknown;
From the burthen of the flesh, and from care and fear releas'd,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
The toilsome way thou'st travellid o'er, and borne the heavy load,
But CHRIST hath taught thy languid feet to reach his blest abode.
Thou'rt sleeping now, like LAZARUS upon his father's breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary dre at rest.
Sin can never taint thee now, nor doubt thy faith assail,
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ, and the HOLY SPIRIT, fail.
And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
“ Earth to earth," and “dust to dust," the solemn Priest hath said,
So we lay the turf above thee now, and seal thy narrow bed.
But thy spirit, Brother, soars away among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
And when the LORD shall snmmon us, whom thou hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world, as sure a welcome find;
May each, like thee, depart in peace, to be a glorious guest
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest!


(For the Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine.) ATUWART the grandeur of the western Ah! little thought the heart of Babylon, sky,

That the bright smile of hcaven The sun is hurrying from the gazeof man; presag'd its doom ; Yet ne'er since its fair orb was hung That it was the last beaming of the on high,

sun, Ne'er since its splendid revelry began, Ere the Chaldean glory found its tomb. Was the keen glance of mortal lur'd For, reckless of the dire approaching to scan

gloom, A lovelier waning of its hallowed The monarch figures 'mong his fawnglare.

ing train : Thus, at the blest completion of life's The deep-ton'd echo of yon spacious span,

dome The Christian lisps his last, his noblest Shall witness to his impious, wanton prayer,

strain, And feels a purer bliss, and owns angelic That floweth from his breast, but ne'er care,

shall flow again.

The grape's gay juice hath fir'd the 0 King ! there stands thy father's royal breast,

minister, And shrouded the last glare of reason's The dark and magic character to ray.

trace ; Unsated with the proud and gorgeous The latent truth will not allay thy fear, feast,

Nor from thy mien that cloud of The music's swell, and the sweet horror chase. roundelay,

“ Thy kingdom is estranged from thy The gaze of beauty, and the Monarch's

race ; sway,

“ Thy scepter'd misrule shall afflict And all that cheers the affluent and

no more ; profane,

“ The ETERNAL's well-pois'd balance The Jewish sacred vessels must display speaks thee base; Their splendour at his board, thai his “The Persian and the Mede shall seize wild strain

thy store, May mock what erst was honour'd in the "And sheathe the scymitar in thy heart's temple's fane.

inmost core. BELSHAZZAR! see'st thou that un- Already the loud clang of arms is heard, earthly hand,

The battle rageth at the palace gate ; The heaven-appointed herald of thy No longer is BelshAzzar's doom fall ?

deferr'd, It moves subservient to divine com- Or Heaven offended with his impious mand,

prate : And leares grim vengeance grinning A moment, and stern justice signs his

on the wall : Its character is writ in bitterest The Persian host contendeth with his gall,

train, And mocks the skill of Chaldean But noble blood cannot their fury sate; sorcery.

The glittering steel is dimmed with the Why shrinkest thou, O Chief? thy

stain father's hall

Of royal blood,--and the lone shout is Is honour'd with thy realm's nobility,

16 Pæan. And thou reposest on the bosom of thy family.

Gargrave, Yorkshire. E. TATHAM,

fate :

Written whilst musing on Mark iv. 39.

(For the Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine:) When first my bark away was borne Long I each breaker's force withstood ; On life's tempestuons sea,

At length my vigour fail'd; No trouble caus'd my heart to mourn, The tempest rag'd, so heav'd the flood, But all around was glee.

Nor skill, nor strength avail'd. The son-beams on cach wave did smile; Oh! then, a gulf beneath appear'd ; The streamers floated gay ;

And sinking, there to lie, Sweet music did my heart beguile; A voice my wretched spirit cheer'd ; Thus fled the morn away.

“ Be still," it said, “ 'tis 1." Swift down the stream I pass'd the shore ;

I look'd! the sea became serene!

The clouds were chas'd away!
The sea-gull's note thrill'd loud;
I heard the
distant waters roar,

My soul reviv'd, and bless'd the scene, The gale play on each shroud.

And hail'd the light of day!

'Twas Jesus spoke! at whose command Increasingly the broad sea rolled, And darkness veil'd the sky;

The raging seas wete still; The mutt'ring winds a storm foretold,

Who, in the hollow of his hand,

Preserves his own from ill. And presag'd danger nigh.

JESUS! to thee my heart I bow,
Loud peals of thunder shook my frame; Whom winds and waves obey;
Anon my courage fled ;

Through thee I have salvation now,
The blacken'd clouds around me came, And know the heavenly way.
And centred o'er my head.

Guide me to yon celestial shore;
The gloomy night came on, and cast I'll dread no blasts that blow;
Around an awful hour ;

While thou art near, I'll fear no more And dismal howl'd each rising blast What storms I meet below. That drove the furious shower.


HR. G. Printed by T. Cordeux, 14, City-Road, London.

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