4. Died, Oct. 30, 1821, ANN ENDERBY, of Newark, of whom it is stated that she deserved to be considered as eminently one of "the Lord's Poor." She kept a diary of her religious experience, during the earlier part of her christian life; from which it appears that, about the year 1801, she was soundly converted to GOD, and made happy in the faith of CHRIST; and that, from that time, she walked humbly and closely with her LORD. She laboured long under much bodily infirmity; and being often poor and needy, was dependant on her christian friends for temporal succours. These she received with remarkable gratitude. Not being in the habit of complaining, or making known her necessities, her faith was sometimes put to the test, being at a loss to know how her heavenly FATHER intended to relieve her. In reference to one such occasion, she writes as follows: "In the morning, when I arose, my mind was employed to know how I was to get my wants supplied this day, without running into debt; for indeed I dread debt next to sin: and wonderfully the LORD did supply them, in a way I never expected. In returning from a friend's house, I passed by something that appeared yellow on the ground: it afterwards struck my mind, that I might as well go back and see what it was; I did so, and to my surprise, it proved to be a piece of gold of seven shillings value. I know not how I got home, for my heart was filled with gratitude and love to God; I received it as coming from the LORD, who is still the same; I do feel that ELISHA'S GOD is my GoD: glory be to his name for ever and ever."-Thus she proceeded, amidst many trials and temptations, doing her LORD's will, and trusting in his Providence. Her death was rather sudden; but her mind was peaceable and serene. After adorning her humble station in the church on earth by a life of blameless integrity and purity, she is now, doubtless, united to the church above. 5. Died at Mill-Wood near Todmorden, Nov. 3, 1821, aged 73, MRS. MARTHA HEAP, widow of the late MR. JOHN HEAP, who was, for nearly forty years, a worthy Local-Preacher in the Methodist connexion. She was brought to the knowledge of the truth about forty-five years ago, and from that time to the end of her life, I believe, there never was a stain upon her moral character. Her love to GoD, his servants, people, and cause, was uncommon. When any thing happened that was likely to injure the credit of religion, her trouble was great; so that she has wept for hours (if not days and nights) together, on such occasions. Her public profession was never great. She always spoke very cautiously of her attainments in divine things; her life spoke most loudly; but having known her for above forty years, I have no doubt that she loved GoD with all her heart, for the greatest part of her christian life. Her end was glorious. I saw her on Oct. 30, when she was very unwell. She said, "All is well, whether my days be many or few; but if I may have any choice, I had rather go.” On the 2d of November, her servant found her speechless: it was an apoplectic seizure. I called in the afternoon, when it was supposed she knew nothing, and would never speak more: I said to her, "The LORD be with you ;' she replied clearly and distinctly, "He is with me! He is with me!" I said, "We will pray with you; she answered, "Pray, pray. When I observed, both then and in the evening, that she took no notice of any thing but what was directly spiritual, I spoke many things to her of that nature; and she always indicated her interest in what I said, by the motion of her eyes, her lips, or her hands. The next morning she changed mortality for life. MATTHEW LUMB. 6. The following extract of a letter, from the REV. A. B. SECKERSON, of Bedford, announces the death of one of our Supernumerary Preachers :"Our beloved brother, JOSEPH BRITTAIN, terminated his protracted sufferings, and entered into the joy of his LORD, on the 28th of November. His end was glorious. No distressing fear was permitted to obscure his prospects. The last enemy was entirely beneath his feet; and all was 6 quietness and assurance.' For some days before, he had been remarkably happy in GoD. I stood by his bed-side as the spirit took its triumphant flight; but his removal was so easy, that we could not ascertain the exact time when he ceased to breathe." "Calm was his exit! Night dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft." 7 & 8. For particulars respecting the deaths of the REV. GEORGE JOHNSTONE and the REV. JAMES UNDERHILL, Missionaries in Jamaica, which were briefly noticed in the Methodist Magazine for December, we refer to the letters in p. 63 of the present number. AN ODE FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW YEAR. ESSENTIAL LIFE! ETERNAL Sire! In whom the springs of being rise; This Earth, and guid'st the destinies Hast call'd forth Time, whose turbid flood Who gav'st to universal nature birth, Guiding in measur'd course the rolling spheres ; Who call❜st Orion's wintry tempests forth, And Spring with Pleiades' sweet influence cheers Thine, everlasting LORD! thine are the circling years! FOUNTAIN OF POWER! thy mighty hand From Thee their right, their rule they draw, Whose golden chain to earth descending, From thy immortal throne depending, Conducts those mystic wheels, which ceaseless roll, As thy omniscient wisdom guides their course, Leading to one great end the wondrous whole, THYSELF! of this amazing universe The all-pervading Mind, the Sovereign, and the Source! FOUNDER OF EMPIRES! thy decree When kingdoms, sunk in pomp and pride, Were whelm'd in desolation's tide, When states declin'd and empires fell, Whose fate majestic ruins tell. Midst falling thrones, and temples raz'd, Wrecks of the world's idolatry, Thy verdant Isle, Britannia! grac'd Rude were thy sons, and bold, and brave, But, oh! since in thy rifted rocks Who saw, in Albion's favourite Isle, Yes! bright and strong the patriot flame Burns in the genuine British breast! His honour'd Country is a name He proudly bears from east to west. Who wisely plann'd, and dearly bought, Where, law with liberty combining, The peasant at his cottage gate, The Monarch on his throne reclining, So, pure from heaven, the stream of bounty flows, Whose cheering light no private influence knows, O Britain! crown'd with every grace, Yet, not to grace thy beauteous dames, That Freedom's voice might cheer the captive's cell; Rise, then, Britannia! nobly rise! Thy charge with active zeal fulfil! Lo! favouring Heaven the strength supplies, But while along thy silver tides Its counsels all thy thoughts controlling, And rolling years shall bear thy triumphs on ; Hark! what a long and loud acclaim Rung round the temple's hallow'd walls! That vibrates through the festal halls! Rest on illustrious GEORGE's head! Long be his reign, and prosperous, crown'd with peace; In Heaven's unchanging realms, his pure dominion bless. " JESUS WENT UNTO THE MOUNT OF OLIVES." John viii. 1. THE dawn was lighting up the sky, Though still the flowers were sunk in sleep, And on their leaves a golden dye Reflected where the dew-drops weep. No pleasant song of early bird To break the solemn calm was heard. The trees, unwoke by morning's wind, O'er the fresh landscape smiling round, Rous'd with his chariot wheels the earth. The SAVIOUR, in this sacred hour, A. B. Was it to pour his secret prayer Of earth's dominions, all his own?— Oh, who can tell!-No mortal gaze, A barrier with their shields of gold ;— Thee, my REDEEMER, evermore! 0. THE FOXES HAVE HOLES, AND THE BIRDS OF THE AIR HAVE NESTS; BUT THE SON OF MAN HATH NOT WHERE TO LAY HIS Head." Matthew viii. 20. FROM Judah's hills came forth this mournful tone, Or like the melodies of ages gone; The still, sad, music of a sorrowing mind.— O meekest SAVIOUR! Angels over thee, To guard thy pure and consecrated form, To shield thy brow from sunbeam and from storm. For us did'st journey on ;-yea, unto death didst bow! MAHOMET. BY MR. HOLLAND, OF SHEFFIELD. He came, saw, and conquer'd; wherever he trod, Deep blasphemy's voice was the breath of their joy, Though the bones and the blood of his slaughter'd have built, Printed by T. Cordeux, 14, City-Road, London. 0. |