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were striking traits in her character. established at her own house. On the During her illness, she was favoured evening of her departure, a Prayerwith some particular manifestations of Meeting being held there, she expressed the goodness of God to her soul; and great comfort, and said, “ it cheered died in the faith of the Gospel.

her dying heart to hear the people sing Sept. 15. At Ingham, near Lincoln, the praises of God." Her last words Mr. Join BURNETT, aged seventy-eight. were, “ Come, LORD JESUS, and reHe had been a steady member of the ceive thy poor worm to thyself." Methodist Society, for thirty-three years ; October 1. At Sheffield, Mrs. LONGand was a humble and consistent chris- DEN, the widow of the late Mr. Henry tian, strongly attached to the cause of LONGDEN of that town, of whom we his Saviour, and anxious to promote its intend to insert some account hereafter prosperity. He died happy in the love in our Obituary. She died well. of God.

October 3. At Melrose, in Scotland, September 30. MRS. JANE GODWINE, aged thirty-two, IsabELLA, the late wife of Westwood, near Bradford, Wilts, aged of the Rev J. W. Barrist, and daughter ninety-two years, during seventy-five of of William SPENCE, M.D. From the which she had lived in communion with period of her conversion, she had walked Christ, and in fellowship with the humbly with her God; and learning of Methodist Society, into which she was Jesus, who was meek and lowly in heart, admitted at the age of seventeen, at she enjoyed true rest of soul. She died Freshford, in the Bradford Circuit. Soon of a rapid consumption ; expressing, to after that time, she obtained peace with the last, her contidence in the merits God through our Lord Jesus Christ; and grace of her Divinc Saviour. a blessing which, a few hours before her Oct. 4.

At Deal, the Rev. BENJAMIN departure, she declared she had never LEGGATT, in the sixty-second year of lost. She was enabled to endure all the his age, and the thirty-sixth of his mireproach and persecution to which the nistry. During the last week of his early Methodists were exposed ; and life, he suffered exceedingly; but his much might be truly said of her deep triumph, through the Blood of the piety, and of her christian temper and Cross, was most glorious. A further conduct. For fifty-three years she lived account of this amiable servant of in wedlock with a pious inan; and such Christ is promised for a future number was their upright and consistent deport of our work. ment, that the appellation usually given October 17. At Salisbury, aged to them, by a respectable Clergyman of thirty-eight, Mary, the late wife of the neighbourhood, was, “ The Old the REV. ALEXANDER Wbir. After a Saints of Westwood.” When unable to very short illness, she “ fell asleep" in attend the means of grace at Freshford, the Lord. A further account of her Preaching and a Class-Meeting werc is intended for insertion hereafter.


VERSES IN MEMORY OF A YOUNG FEMALE. There lies, within the shadowy vale But what art thou, O conquering Death, Of human life, a deeper gloom

That in thine arm such vigour lies ? Than even that, whose twilights pale Or what the potence of thy breath, Encompass all :-it is the tomb!

That thou respir’st,-and, lo! he The tomb, the grave, that darkling dies? path

He dies,-he dies,-but not by thee, Which leads to worlds unseen, But not by thine alone behest; unknown,

The one, omnipotent decree To changeless bliss, or endless wrath,- Has will’d, that man by thee shall rest. To Satan's, or IMMANUEL's throne.

Commission'd Angel ! dark and drear Behold! how like a starless night

Would be thy progress, if the ray It rolls its ebon clouds along;

Of heaven-born faith no more could Regardless of the morning light,

cheer, Or field, or flower, or matin song. No more could gild the doubtful way! And ah! how pitiless its brow,

If her serene, unsullied sky That frowns upon the suppliant's Nor open'd to the mourners' view, prayer,

Nor show'd the kind and watchful eye That drops the mantie, ere his vow Of Him who loves and brings them Can rise, and find acceptance there!


Yes! to the heart now silent laid He wipes away the suffering tear,

A welcome messenger wert thou ! Which (ah! how often) stream'd below; She knew thee not with fears array'd, His presence exiles pain and fear, She saw no terrors on thy brow!

And from his love their raptures flow. But, as the servant of her LORD, But who the beatific reign

She meekly bow'd her languid head, Would vainly now essay to paint?Assur'd, by his unerring word,

Presume to hymn a seraph's strain, That now thy paths to glory led. When angel-voices here are faint ! Beloved Friend! thy toil is past, Yet may we, by the living streams,

Thy race is swiftly, surely rna ; When time is o'er, the song begin, Short was the turmoil, short the blast, Which ends not, while the glorious That caus'd, ere noon, thy setting

beams sun!

Of deathless life are circling on : And peaceful was that solemn hour, Which but begins, renews, prolongs,

As summer's mildest, softest eve, As countless ages roll away, When sudden storms have rent the bower, And from the bright unnumber'd throngs

Then fied, and left a kind reprieve! Ascends the throne of DEITY! Beloved Friend ! thou art not dead ! Beloved Priend ! thou art not dead!

Thy faith and hope could never die; Thy memory can never die : The spirit to its source hath sped,

A Sister's tear must still be shed, And lives beneath a purer sky.

Till she may greet thee in the sky! Nor sun, nor moon, are shining there, Yes! thou art with her lonely thought, Nor lucid star, with glimmering

Art still companion of her way; ray;

And many a sigh, with sorrow fraught, For there the blest, in garments fair, In secret mourns thy short-liv'd day.

Behold the LAMB's eternal day! Alnwich, Oct. 22, 1821.



Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non sufficeret orbis. ISAACUM NEWTON,

More worlds he ask'd, so boundless his Quem immortalem

desires ! Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cælum,

This narrow grave alone he now requires ! Mortalern hoc marmor



Lector, si monumentum requiris, circumspice. Revolving Time, the Earth, the Sky, SAY, curious stranger, would thine eye Declare great NEWTON cannot die ! The monument of WREN descry? Yet o'er this tomb thy sorrows shed : Around thee look ! and learn, amaz'd, This stone confesses Newton's dead ! 'Twas WREN the mighty fabric rais'd !

E. B.L.



LE Nil a vu sur ses rivages

Barbarians vile, De noirs habitans des deserts

On banks of Nile, Insulter par leurs cris sauvages With impious crimes blaspheme the L'astre eclatant de l'univers.

Lord of Day. Cris impuissans ! fureurs bizarres !

Deaf to their cries, Tandis que ces monstres barbares

From cloudless skies Poussaient d'insolens clameurs, He pours the bounties of his boundless Le Dieu, poursuivant sa carriere,

ray; Versait des torrens de lumiere Whelming the sons of darkness and of Sur ces obscurs blasphemateurs.

night In torrents of beneficence and light.

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BY THE REV. 4. B. SECKERSON. The late Rev. Josep, Brittain was born at Wednesbury, in Staffordshire, on the 22d of October, 1784. At the early age of seven years, he felt an earnest desire to be saved; but as he had not, at that time, any one to cherish his serious impressions, or lead his young mind to the only source of happiness, his goodness, like EPHRAIM's, was “as a morning cloud, and as the early dew which goeth away." In his fifteenth year, it pleased the Almighty, by the Spirit of his grace, most powerfully to work upon his mind; and, by the light then communicated to him from Heaven, his own darkness was rendered visible. He saw himself a sinner deserving the wrath of God, and this discovery produced the most distressing apprehensions. He clearly discerned, that without “repentance towards God, and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ," he must be eternally lost. He was now excited to employ himself in the daily perusal of the Sacred Scriptures, and in fervent prayer to God; and, in order to secure the opportunity of uninteruptedly pouring out his soul before the LORD, he resorted to the grave-yard of the Parish Church, where he was, on several occasions, found at midnight, having, in the ardour of his spirit, entirely forgotten the lateness of the hour.-While in this state of spiritual distress, the precious word of gospel-grace, from the lips of a pious Minister of the Established Church, whose name and memory are dear to many in that neighbourhood, the late Rev. Mr. Waltham, of Darlaston, was as manna to his hungry soul. To this faithful and laborious servant of Christ, whose holy life, faithful ministrations, and triumphant death, strikingly illustrated the sanctity and excellence of the christian character, Mr. Brittain felt a strong and affectionate attachment; and from him he experienced much attention and kindness.

In the year 1800, he became a member of the WesleyanMethodist Society; and began to enjoy the peculiar advantage of their Class-Meetings, and other institutions for the furtherance of the soul in knowledge and in grace. Shortly afterwards, at a prayerVol. I. Third Series. DECEMBER, 1822.

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