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the joyful hopes of heaven that filled his the Divine Will was highly exemplary, soul, and his high and adoring sense of and editied, while it astonished, all who God's great mercy to him. The last beheld it. She was permitted to pass, time he was known to move his hands during some periods of her illness, was, to use his own expression, in lifting through the “ deep waters” of bodily them up to the Lord in prayer and suffering, and of severe temptation. But praise; after which he lay speechless she nobly sustained the struggle to which and motionless for several days, and she was called ; her fight was the “good then, quietly falling asleep in Jesus, fight of faith ;” and that faith was finally entered into the joy of his Lord.—A victorious.-Death does not often prey venerable Minister, who had long on so much loveliness: but his triumph known him, observes, in a letter to is only partial and temporary. The SAMrs. BRIDGMAN, I always considered VIOUR whom she loved, and in whom she your excellent father to be a man of trusted, has said, “I am the Resurrecstrict unbending integrity, of genuine tion and the Life: he that believeth in piety, and of no inean gifts as a me, though he were dead, yet shall he Minister of the Word of Life. I have live : and whosoever liveth, and bebeheld him in various circumstances of lieveth in me, shall never die." sorrow and joy, and have seen him in

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Near Nottingham, Mrs. all, the man and the Christian.'"

JERRAM, the late wife of MR. WILLIAM Sept. 8. At Wells, in Norfolk, after an JERRAM, formerly of London. The loss illness of only four days, Mrs. MALLIN- of this excellent woman will be deeply son, late wife of the Rev. M. Mallin, and deservedly lamented by her family SON, of the Walsingham Circuit. She had and friends. experienced, for a considerable period, September 18, after an illness of only a clear sense of God's love to her in twenty-four hours, in the forty-second Christ Jesus; and has now, doubtless, year of his age, MR. JOHN JINKINGS, taken possession of that “ fulness of of the vicinity of Hythe, in the joy” which is reserved for obedient be- Dover Circuit. " He was a man of lievers in a better world,

genuine piety, amiable manners, and Sept. 11. At Stoke-Newington, near active zeal ; & steady member of the London, Mrs. SMITH, the late wife of Methodist Society, a valuable ClassRICHARD SMITH, JUN., Esq. She was a leader, and a liberal supporter of the woman of superior accomplishments and work of God. He continued in the faith talents; of most amiable character and of Jesus, and in the commandments of manners ; and of genuine piety. Her his Gon), until his Great Master thus last affliction was very painful and pro- suddenly removed him from a suffering tracted ; but the calm and tranquil church on earth, to a reigning church patience with which she submitted to above."

POETRY.

POETICAL ADDRESS,

BY THE REV. THOMAS ROBERTS; Recited al the Opening of the New School-Room at Kingswood, September 11, 1822.

(See p. 661 of this Number.)

Ultima Cumæi venit jam carminis aetas :
Magnus ab integro sæclorum nascitur ordo. VIRGIL.

I, who, erewhile,* among thy youthful choir,
With trembling finger touch'd the votive lyre,
And twin'd, my Mother dear! with filial vows,
Parnassian laurels round thy honour'd brows,
Am summon'd forth to tuneful theme again;
And who, so summon'd, silent can remain ?
O might some spark from that pure flame confest,
Which glow'd and shone in our great Founder's breast,
Some kindling scintillation touch my soul,-

My song might live in Fame's immortal roll; • Alluding to a piece recited on a former occasion, in celebration of Kingswood School.

Nor thou, lov'd KINGSWOOD! e'er lament the day
Thy gathering glories led my venturous way.

The Prophets' Sons, a new and numerous throng,
Pour'd recent plaints thy echoing bowers among :-
“ O Alma Mater! (cricd the rising race)
“ Our swelling ranks require an ampler space;
“ Permit thy sons, beneath the felling stroke,
“ On Avon's banks to lay the bending oak,
“ Whence, soon returning from the Avonian spring,
“ Will each his beam contributary bring;
“ One mighty effort will thy children make,
“ For thine, and for thy future offspring's sake.
“ So, when—(for Time, whose never-wearying wing
“ Speeds onward flight, the fatal hour will bring !)
“ So, when our hoary leads in death decline,
“ Our unborn successors for thee shall twine,
“ Mid better minstrels than our age allows,
“ Wreaths ever-blooming round thy honour'd brows!

'Tis done ! 'tis done !-Upon my raptur'd view
Radiant in light, appears the Era New.
“ Enlarge her tent!” (proclaims the Power Divine,
Who first o'er chaos flung the forming line,)
“ Be wing'd, some fervid Angel; fly with speed:
“ Her bounds defiving with thy golden reed.
“ Give to her cords their super-added length,
“ And deeper drive her stakes of undecaying strength!”
He said :-Obedience meets the high command,
And lo! the pristine boundaries expand !

Where, Athens, now thy porch? thy classic shades,
Old Hecadem ? Alas, your glory fades,
By brighter beams eclips'd. So, from their spheres
The twinkling stars recede, when splendid Sol appears,

But 0, what scenes o'erwhelm me with delight!
“ Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
From their high seats, whom seraphim attend,
See the great Wesleys, see the Bensons bend,
SELLONS, MACGEARYS, all our ancient Sires,
Who erst in Kingswood caught celestial fires !
Lo, brighter halos beam around their heads,
As wide, and wider, our pavilion spreads;
And see ye not their holy mantles fall
On LOMAS, ENTWISLE, on Shaw, on-All?
While genial cherubs hail the pledge sublime,
And all heaven antedates the Future Time !

For us, who witness this triumphant day,-
Our warm emotions how can words convey?
If primal thanks to bounteous Heaven be due,
From tongues of flame, and souls baptiz'd anew,
Let hymns in sweetest harmony conspire,
To wing loud pæans to our HEAVENLY SIRE!
Our Foster-Father next, whom all revere,
Demands the tribute of our thanks sincere,
Prompt to project, and, with unwearied zeal,
Who rear'd this fabric for the public weal.
Ye hovering angels, on bis steps attend !
Ye heavens, in blessings on his house descend,
Long as this beauteous monument shall prove
The bright memorial of paternal love!

And O! from hence, to' illume and bless the earth,
May Learning, led by Piety, go forth,
With all the human Virtues in their train,
And all the Graces of Messiah's reign,
Thrice welcome Visitants ! to every shore,
Till Time expires, and—KINGSWOOD is no more!

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UMesleyan-Methodist Magazine:

FOR NOVEMBER, 1822.

BIOGRAPHY.

MEMOIR OF THE LATE REV. SAMUEL TAYLOR :

BY THE REV. JOHN RILES.

(Concluded from page 627.): Of Mr. Taylor's last sickness and death, the paper read at the time when his funeral sermon was preached, and partly drawn up by Mr. Spark, the medical Gentleman who attended him during his illness, gives a minute account. The following is an extract.

“ On Sunday, February 11th, 1821, MR. T. was observed to be very unwell; but preached three times as usual, and addressed the Society after the last service. He preached in the evening, from Isa. lv. 7, with great freedom; and several of the old members of the Society were more than usually pleased with his sermon. His unwearied zeal appeared in the exertion of all his strength; for though he was very poorly, and much fatigued, he would meet the Society. To them he exprersed the heartfelt pleasure which he experienced in the work of the ministry; and particularly advised any, who were not yet united to a Class, but were seeking the salvation of their souls, to apply to a Leader ; or, he added, if they wished for his advice, he would meet them in the Vestry. He observed that it was his prayer, that his labour and bis life might end together.' A friend, seeing him so weary, said, that he had preached too long ; to which he replied, 'I delight to dwell upon the mercy of God:but I am very poorly.” In this state of debility, he anticipated with much pleasure the Anniversary of the Sunday-School, which was to be held on the following evening, and which he attended. And though extremely unwell, he afterwards met the Missionary Committee, in the Vestry, where he was heard to say, 'I feel as if I had come out of an oven, and plunged into a well.” The following day he was much worse, and unable to go out ; and continued nearly in the same state, until the ensuing Lord's-day, when extraordinary means were tried. A friend said to him, 'You appear to be very ill, Sir ;' he replied, “ You see me as I am ; I had hoped to bave been well enough to attend at Morrice-Town to-night; but I fear I shall not be able.' The Physician waited upon him, and observed, that if the pain did not abate, something more must be done; he answered, 'I am in your bands, and will submit to any thing that you may think best.' About three o'clock on the Tuesday morning, he appeared to be worse, and requested the friend who sat up with him, to put his hand to the pit of his stomach, saying, “There is my pain ;-there is my pain; but the LORD Vol. I. Third Series. NOVEMBER, 1922.

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