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yes" Whenever I saw him, he always appeared to be in a devout frame of mind. one time in particular, when it was expected that he would not live many hours, he appeared to be in holy raptures; and said, in broken and unconnected sentences, but with great emphasis, GoD-present!' 'Blessed GOD!'-This he repeated seven or eight times. Bursting into tears, he exclaimed, I love GOD!' Bless GOD for CHRIST!' At another time, he lifted up his hands, and said, (we suppose in allusion to death,) Welcome!

Enough!' All well!' I saw him a day or two before he died, and found him quite resigned and happy. The last words I heard him speak, were Bless the people! Bless you!"

We have also to announce a fourth instance of the ravages of Death among our Preachers, during the last month. Information of the decease of the REV. WILLIAM HAINSWORTH, of Bacup, has just reached us. No particu lars are given. MR. HAINSWORTH was a Supernumerary.

1 Jan. 2d, 1824.-AtBirmingham, MR. SAMUEL WHALL, aged fifty-eight years. "His death was sudden; but to him, doubtless, sudden death was sudden glory.' A day or two before, he had expressed to two pious friends his confidence in CHRIST; assuring them that he had no doubt of his acceptance with Gon, and that if the earthly house of his tabernacle were dissolved, he had a building of GoD, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. The night previous to his death, he seems to have been blessed with a more than usual enjoyment of the divine presence; and, on retiring to rest, manifested a peculiarly spiritual and heavenly frame of mind. In the morning his body was found a corpse ! -W. W.W."

Jan. 3d. At Shrewsbury, in her seventyfourth year, MRS. BROCAS. She died in the joyful expectation of the glory of GoD. Some further account of her will probably appear in a future number.

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 received, '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 Teacher, 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 he was known. Fidelity, humility, patience, meekness, integrity, benevolence, 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 GoD above many.'-J. S."

Jan. 15. At Nether Broughton, near MeltonMowbray, aged eighty-five years, MR. WILLIAM WRIGHT.-"He was brought to GoD under a sermon delivered by a Methodist

Local Preacher, when he was about thirty years of age. He soon began to exhort his neighbours, in his own house, and in the villages round about, to flee from the wrath to come; and for many years laboured faithfully as a Local Preacher and Class-Leader. He endured great persecutions, at the commencement of his religious course; but he held fast his profession, and his confidence in GoD, unto the end. His death was sudden. paralytic stroke was the means of removing him to glory, after he had adorned the doctrine of Gop our SAVIOUR for more than half a century.-J. B."

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Jan. 22d. At Bradley, near Wednesbury, MRS. ELIZABETH CADDICK, aged fifty-six years." Her religious experience was clear and scriptural. Her conduct was uniformly consistent and exemplary. She was remarkably conscientious and punctual in all her engagements. During her last illness, she evinced an entire resignation to the Divine Will; and looked forward to her dissolution with that peace and composure which true religion alone can inspire.-W. D."

Jan. 24th. In Dublin, at an advanced age, JOHN PARTINGTON, ESQ., of York-Street, in that City." He was a man of the strictest integrity, and of great hospitality and benevolence. His morals were without blame, and his piety unquestionable. He was for nearly forty years a respectable Member of the Methodist Society, and, for many years past, had joyfully claimed the privilege of entertaining the Presidents of the Irish Conference, during their visits to Dublin.-Towards the close of life, his soul was much quickened. He greatly enjoyed religious company and conversation; and, even in his own family, spoke but little except on divine subjects. At the new Wesleyan Chapel in Abbey-Street, where he attended, he was particularly blessed at the LORD'S Table, about a week before his decease. On his death-bed it was a subject of his special thanksgiving to Almighty GoD, that he had been preserved in the Methodist Connexion, and was about to die in fellowship with his old Pastors and friends.-W. S."

Jan. 24. At Carrington, near Boston, MRS. ANN 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 attended with much affliction; but her confidence was in CHRIST, and she knew that in heaven 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 admirable. Her last words were expressive of her love to CHRIST, and of her intimate fellowship with him by faith.-J. A.”

ADDRESS TO THE LADIES OF THE GLASGOW BIBLE ASSOCIATIONS, 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, persuasive 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 heaven.
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 happiness 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 unfurl'd,
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!

*The state of those newly-formed Institutions was at that time as follows:

No, of Associations

Districts

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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 scene 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, O, 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 mortified, 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.

TO A FRIEND,

INQUIRING IF I WOULD LIVE OVER MY YOUTH AGAIN.

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I would not tempt again

The uncertain ocean's wrath.

No, WILLIAM, no, I would not live again
The morning-hours of life:

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I would not be again

The slave of hope and fear:

I would not learn again

wisdom by Experience hardly taught.

To me the past presents

No object for regret :

To me the present gives

All cause for full content :

Praise be to Him who made me what I The future,-it is now cheerful noon,

am,

Other I would not be.

Why is it pleasant, then, to sit and talk
Of days that are no more?-
When in his own dear home
The traveller rests at last,

And tells how often, in his wanderings,
The thought of those far off
Hath made his eyes o'erflow
With no unmanly tears;
Delighted he recalls

Through what fair scenes his charmed
feet have trod:

But ever when he tells of troubles past,
And troubles now no more,

His eyes most sparkle, and a readier
joy

Flows rapid to his heart.

And on the sunny-smiling fields I gaze
With eyes alive to joy;

When the dark night descends,

My weary lids I willingly shall close,
Again to wake in light.

Yes, WILLIAM, yes, with cheerfulness I

view

The scenes my youth had lov'd;
The rapturous fire,

The pure desire,

That fill'd my panting breast!
What if those thrilling joys are fied,
And grey the hairs upon my head,-
Yet 'tis my comfort this to know,
(Nature and Heaven tell us so,)

That in the life to come,
With those we loy'd on earth,
Our souls shall ever happy be,
And bloom in immortality.

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

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Painted by H.P. Parker, Engraved by James Pofselwhite.

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