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yes! Whenever I saw him, he always ap- Local Preacher, when he was about thirty Deared to be in a devout frame of mind. At years of age. He soon began to exhort his one time in particular, when it was expected neighbours, in his own house, and in the that he would not live many hours, he ap- villages round about, to flee from the wrath to peared to be in holy raptures; and said, in come ; and for many years laboured faithfully broken and unconnected sentences, but with as a Local Preacher and Class-Leader. He great emphasis - God-present!' 'Blessed endured great persecutions, at the commence. God!'-This he repeated seven or eight times. ment of his religious course; but he held fast Bursting into tears, he exclaimed, I love his profession, and his confidence in God, God Bless God for CHRIST!' At an- unto the end. His death was sudden. A other time, he lifted up his hands, and said, paralytic stroke was the means of removing (we suppose in allusion to death,) Welcome!' him to glory, after he had adorned the doctrine

Enough!' 'All well!' I saw him a day or of God our SAVIOUR for more than half a two before he died, and found him quite century.-J. B." resigned and happy. The last words I heard him speak, were 'Bless the people! Bless Jan. 22d. At Bradley, near Wednesbury,


years.--"Her religious experience was clear We have also to announce a fourth instance and scriptural. Her condact was uniformly of the ravages of Death among our Preachers, consistent and exemplary. She was remarkduring the last month. Information of the ably conscientious and punctual in all her decease of the Rev. WILLIAM HAINSWORTI, engagements. During her last illness, she of Bacup, has just reached us. No particu evinced an entire resignation to the Divine lars are given. MR. HAINSWORTH was a Will; and looked forward to her dissolution Supernumerary.

with that peace and composure which true religion alone can inspire-W.D."

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Jan. 2d, 1824.- AtBirmingham, MR. SAMUEL Jan. 24th. In Dublin, at an advanced age, WHALL, aged fifty-eight years. "His death was JOHN PARTINGTON, Esq., of York-Street, in sudden; but to him, doubtless, 'sudden death that City." He was a man of the strictest was sudden glory.' A day or two before, he integrity, and of great hospitality and beneyo. had expressed to two pious friends his confi- lence. His morats were without blame, and his dence in CHRIST; assuring them that he had piety unquestionable. He was for nearly forty no doubt of his acceptance with God, and years a respectable Member of the Methodist that if the earthly house of his tabernacle Society, and, for many years past, had joyfully were dissolved, he had a building of God, an clalmed the privilege of entertaining the Presi. house not made with hands, eternal in the dents of the Irish Conference, during their visits heavens. The night previous to his death, to Dublin-Towards the close of life, his soul he seems to have been blessed with a more was much quickened. He greatly enjoyed than usual enjoyment of the divine presence; religious company and conversation ; and, and, on retiring to rest, manifested a pecu even in his own family, spoke but little exliarly spiritual and heavenly frame of mind. cept on divine subjects. At the new Wesleyan In the morning his body was found a corpse ! Chapel in Abbey-Street, where he attended, W.W.W."

he was particularly blessed at the LORD'S

Table, about a week before his decease. On Jan, 3d. At Shrewsbury, in her seventy his death-bed it was a subject of bis special fourth year, MRS. BROCAS. She died in the thanksgiving to Almighty God, that he had joyful expectation of the glory of God. Some been preserved in the Methodist Connexion, further account of her will probably appear and was about to die in fellowship with his in a future number.

old Pastors and friends.-W.S."

Jan. 3d. At Dromore, Ireland, MR. HENRY PRICE, sen, “After having sought and found, by faith in CHRIST, a clear evidence of the forgiveness of his sins, the full salvation of the Gospel soon became his soul's desire. He asked, in wrestling prayer, and he re. ceived, 'a clean heart, and a right spirit, which he subsequently manifested in the practical holiness of his conversation and conduct. Shortly before his dissolution, being asked, if CHRIST was precious' to his soul, he replied with grateful emotion, Glory be to God, He is! I am happy.'-As a christian brother, a kind husband and friend, a useful Class-leader, a diligent Sunday-school Teach. er, a persevering Tract-distributor, and as one who had compassion on the ignorant and on them that were out of the way,' his praise remains wherever be was known. Fidelity, humility, patienee, meekness, integrity, benevo. lence, seriousness, and faith and fervency in prayer, strongly marked his character. He sought not to be admired by men : but his desire was,

• Keep me little and unknown.

Lov'd and priz'd by God alone.' In a word, he was a faithful man, and truly • feared Gop above many,'-J, 8."

Jan. 24. At Carrington, near Boston, MRS. AxN BOND, aged seventy-one years. “She be. came truly religious at the age of fifteen ; and for fifty-five years has been a steady Member of the Methodist Society. Many of the Itinerant Preachers retain a grateful remembrance of her as a Mother in Israel. The invalid often tarried under her fostering care, until strength returned ; and then again prosecuted his career of usefulness. She was highly esteemed, by those who best knew her, for her work of faith, labour of love, and patience of hope. The last years of her life were at. tended with much affliction; but her conf. dence was in CHRIST, and she knew that in hea. ven she had an enduring substance. Towards the close of the last year, her strength declined apace; but, like one prepared to take her journey home, she said, 'All is right; all is well. Thus, she realized that promise,- Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, and as a shock of corn in its season.'-W. W."

Feb. 9. At Torquay, MRS. WEBBER -"In her last severe and protracted affliction, it was her privilege to be quite on the verge of heaven." Seldom have the christian graces appeared more lovely, or the chamber of the dying saint furnished a spectacle more admi. rable. Her last words were expressive of her love to CHRIST, and of her intimate fellowship with him by faith.-J. A."

Jan. 15. At Nether Broughton, near MeltonMowbray, aged eighty-five years, MR. WIL LIAM WRIGNT. "He was brought to God under a sermon delivered by a Methodist


At their first Monthly Meeting :*

By MR. C. S. Dudley,
As Female worth and talent burst to view,
And Truth bestows the wreath to Virtue due,
Delighted Reason sheds her brightest ray,
And Pride and Prejudice dissolve away.
But when Religion points the sacred beam,
In full effulgence see its glories stream:
"Tis Light Divine,-'tis Revelation burns,
And the “ wise virgins " trim their golden urns.

WOMAN, 'tis yours, with mild, persuasire art,
To win and keep the empire of the heart;
To form the ductile mind; to soothe to rest
The latent cares and sorrows of the breast;
And o'er this varied scene of toil and strife
To shed the softest, sweetest charm of life.
But higher claims, superior charms you prove,
To win our friendship, and preserve our love ;-
Taught in Religion's school, to you 'tis given
To lead our thoughts, our hopes, our souls, to hcaven.
Not you with treach'rous kiss your SAVIOUR stung,
Not you betray'd Him with unholy tongue ;-
You, when Apostles shrunk, could dangers brave,
Last at his Cross, and earliest at his grave!
By you diffus'd, let Truth's mild radiance shine,
And distant nations catch the light divine.
It shed its silver beam on Bethlehem's plains ;
It glow'd intense in Calvary's crimson stains;
It shines reflected in the sacred page,
The guide of youth,—the polar-star of age.
Its sacred light the mists of night obey,
And darkness meets, and kindles into day!

Pursue your course, my friends !-the voice of fear,
The glance of doubt, can find no entrance here :
We know our object, and the Star of Day,
Emerging, guides and cheers us on our way.
Already, though your journey's scarce begun,
Though gath'ring clouds have veil'd the morning sun,
The fragrant flowers, that spring beside your way,
Attest your progress, and your toils repay;
And humble Hope, and Gratitude, have shed
Their richest, sweetest tribute on your head !

Pursue your course, my friends - though folly chide,
Though vice may sneer, or ridicule deride ;
With prudent zeal, but with unwearied mind,
Promote the lappiness of human kind.
Bid the pure Gospel wing its glorious flight,
In its own simple, its majestic might :
Give to the nations, what to you is given,-
The golden link connecting earth with heaven :
Bid them behold Messiah's Cross unfurla,
And point “ Salvation ” to a suffering world!
"Tis not enough that Britain's isle should know
This spring of comfort, and this balm of woe ;-
That every cottage in her wide domains

Should hear, a Saviour died,-a SAVIOUR reigns !
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O no!-while China stretches forth in vain
Her feeble hands, to rend the mental chain ;-
While the poor Hindoo spends his weary days,
A joyless slave in Superstition's maze;
While panting Congou courts the gale that brings
Peace from afar, and healing on its wings ;-
And countless inyriads on this teeming earth
Retain the form, alone, of human birth ;-
While such the gloomy scence by Truth portray'd,
So strong the outline, and so deep the shade,
Can doubt deter?-Can sophistry allure
From claims so sacred, and a cause so pure ?
Can Reason boast, or can Religion find,
A task more worthy of the' immortal mind ?

Pursue your course, my friends !-but, 0, beware
Of latent dangers, and the secret snare.
The path of duty is a narrow way,
Be yours to tread it in the light of day!
The cause you advocate bids discord cease,
Be you the followers of the Prince of Peace!
Taught by his SPIRIT, be it yours to find
The temper sanctified, the will resign'd!
Wise in his wisdom, with his strength endued,
Let pride be inortified, and self subdued !
You tread the path your SAVIOUR trod before,
And, if reproach'd, you bear the shame he bore !
Let not the breath of vanity allure,
Nor dim the lustre of a gem so pure!
Your cause is holy,-'tis the cause of heaven,

There be the praise, and there the glory given!
Jan. 13th, 1824.

Do I regret the past?

No, WILLIAM, no, I would not live again Would I again live o'er

The morning-hours of life :
The morning-hours of life?

I would not be again
Nay, WILLIAM, nay, not so !

The slave of hope and fear :
In the mild joyance of the evening sun, I would not learn again
I do not wish again

The wisdom by Experience hardly The changeful Ăpril-Day.

taught. Nay, WILLIAM, nay, not so !

* To me the past presents Safe haven'd from the sea,

No object for regret : I would not tempt again

· To me the present gives The uncertain ocean's wrath.

All cause for full content : Praise be to Him who made ine what I The future,--it is now cheerful noon, am,

And on the sunny-smiling fields I gaze Other I would not be.

With eyes alive to joy;

When the dark night descends, Why is it pleasant, then, to sit and talk My weary lids I willingly shall close, Of days that are no more?-

Again to wake in light. When in his own dear home Yes, William, yes, with cheerfulness I The traveller rests at last,

view And tells how often, in his wanderings, The scenes my youth had lov'd; The thought of those far off

The rapturous fire, Hath made his eyes o'erflow

The pure desire, With no unmanly tears ;

That fill'd my panting breast! Delighted he recalls

What if those thrilling joys are fled, Through what fair scenes his charmed And grey the hairs upon my head, feet have trod :

Yet 'cis iny comfort this to know, But ever when he tells of troubles past, (Nature and Heaven tell us so,) And troubles now no more,

That in the life to come, His eyes most sparkle, and a readier With those we loy'd on earth, joy

Our souls shall ever happy be,
Flows rapid to his heart.

And bloom in immortality,
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