11. Died, March 30th, 1824, at Armley, in the Bramley Circuit, HANNAH, daughter of Mr. ROBERT BROWN, aged twenty-four years. MISS BROWN had the honour and privilege of being a descendant of a pious race of ancestors. MR. WILLIAM BROWN, her grandfather, was a Member of the Methodist Society in Darlington, when the whole of that Society was comprised in one Class; and was in the habit of going five miles on the LORD's Day to worship with that "little flock." On one of those journeys he was pulled from his horse by an unruly mob, and so ill treated, that, after lingering out a year in pain and weakness, he left the world in the full triumph of faith. “LORD, lay not this sin to their charge!" Her maternal grandfather, MR. CHRISTOPHER MUSGRAVE, was also one of the early Methodists. When settled at Darlington, he received the Preachers into his house, and was a useful Class-leader for more than forty years. Miss B., from a child, was circumspect in her deportment before the world; and did not follow a multitude to do evil," but possessed a fear of offending GOD. She did not, however, feel the absolute necessity of becoming a new creature in CHRIST JESUS, till about eighteen years of age. At that time the LORD specially poured out his HOLY SPIRIT, and many persons were truly converted to righteousness, in the Bramley Circuit. Among others, Miss B. was then brought to the exercise of that faith in CHRIST, by which she obtained peace with GOD. Her conscience was purged from dead works, and her soul was raised from a state of moral death to the enjoyment of divine and heavenly life. Being now brought, by the grace of GoD, into union with CHRIST, she saw it her duty and privilege to seek also a union with some branch of his visible Church. She therefore joined the Methodist Society, of which she continued a steady member, till called to the higher honour, and greater felicity, of joining the Church Triumphant. She was diligent in the means of grace, and

"adorned the doctrine of God her SA→ VIOUR in all things." She sometimes felt her mind in "heaviness through manifold temptations," but found the LORD

"Strong to deliver, and good to redeem,

The weakest believer that hangs upon him." For the Pagan world she felt much commiseration; and we are in a great measure indebted to her, and some other young and pious females, who have pleaded the Missionary cause from door to door, for the very handsome sums that have been raised annually at Armley, for sending "Ambassadors to the Heathen." In April, 1823, she was seized with an inflammation in the chest, which in the end terminated her mortal existence. At the commencement of her affliction, she was not fully saved from the fear of death; but cried to the LORD, and obtained deliverance through the powerful application to her heart of our LORD's encouraging words, “ Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” One evening, after a pious feurale had prayed with her, she said to her father, "I was never so happy in my life.

What a mercy is this! What a heaven of bliss !
How unspeakably happy am I!
Gather'd into the fold, With thy people en-
roll'd,

With thy people to live and to dié!*

What should I have done, if I had my religion to seek now? O! how thankful I am that I have had praying parents!" About an hour before her departure, SATAN was permitted to make his last attempt to shake her confidence in GOD. But the conflict was short, and her victory complete: she exclaimed, in rapturous gratitude, with clasped hands, and a smiling countenance, "O what a glorious sight! What a glorious place! Praise God! Praise GOD! Glory! Glory! Glory! CHRIST is precious!" While thus adoring the Captain of her Salvation, she said, "Is not mine a happy lot? The bud may have a bitter taste; but sweet will be the flower.'" Soon afterwards, her soul took its flight from all that is earthly and perishable; and, allured by the opening visions of eternal day, fled up to the Throne of God.

When daylight, newly born,

"Tis when day's parting light, Dazzling no more the sight,

breaking;

While songs of joy resound

From countless warblers round,

To light and life from silent slumber

waking!

Each humble flower lifts up
Its dewy bell or cup,

Smiling through tears that know no tinge of sadness:

The insect tribes come out, And, fluttering all about, Fill the fresh air with gentle sounds of gladness.

O! who can witness this,
Nor feel the throb of bliss
With which creation's every pulse seems
beating?

Or who, 'mid such a store
Of rapture flowing o'er,

The tribute of the heart forbear repeating?

Yet have I known an hour
Of more subduing power
Than this of beauty glowing,-music
gushing;-

An hour whose quiet calm
Diffus'd a holier balm,

Whose watch-word "Peace, be still!" the inmost heart was hushing.

It is the close of day,

When Evening's hues array

The western sky in all their radiant

lustre ;

When round the setting sun,
His goal of glory won,

Resplendent clouds in silent beauty

muster.

ing,

That "thoughts too deep for tears,"
Unearthly hopes and fears,

And voiceless feelings, in the heart are panting.

While thus the western sky
Delights the gazing eye

With thrilling beauty, touching and endearing;

What still of earth is fair
Borrows its beauty there,

Though every borrow'd charm is disappearing.

Ere yet those charms grow dim,
Creation's vesper-hymn,

Grateful and lovely, is from earth ascending;

"Till, with that song of praise,
The hearts of those who gaze

With solemn feelings of delight are blending.

Then from those portals bright A farewell gleam of light Breaks with unearthly glory on the vision;

And through the folding doors The eye of thought explores Seraphie forms, and phantasies elysian.

These pass like thought away! Yet may their hallow'd sway Rest on the heart,-as dew-drops round, adorning

The drooping silent flowers,

Feed them through night's dark

AWAKE, my soul! let all thy powers From earth's debasing scenes ascend, And, in these consecrated hours,

To higher, holier themes attend. This is the day the LORD hath made, And with his earliest blessing blest : When his creating power he stay'd,

He hallow'd the Sabbatic Rest. That rest to all his saints is sweet, Who joyful to his house repair, Present their homage at his feet, And pay their vows of praise and prayer.

Assembled in the SAVIOUR'S name,

They find fulfill'd his gracious word; With humble faith his promise claim, And prove the presence of their LORD. The mystic channels of his grace

His blessings to their souls convey; And fit them for that holier place, Where saints above their service pay. Emblem of Heaven's eternal rest,

How happy are these hallow'd hours! Faith joins the anthems of the blest,

And worships now with angel-powers. And soon, the veil of flesh withdrawn,

Time's filmy shadows pass'd away,
Soon shall that endless sabbath dawn,
In brightest beams of heavenly day.
CREATOR, SPIRIT! may thy grace

Our ransom'd souls refine, renew;
That in that holiest, happiest place,
We may the Triune Glory view.
Part the Second.
But who, receiv'd within the vail,
Shall on that glorious vision gaze?

With prostrate awe, adoring hail
The splendour of JEHOVAH'S face?

Who shall that heavenly Zion gain, Whose sacred height no temple bears?

But He, the Lamb for sinners slain,

Its temple and its light appears! Who, with the hosts that walk in white, Shall there their full hosannas raise, Adore the Uncreated Light,

In anthems of celestial praise? The humble shall that grace obtain, Who tread thy courts with reverence here,

Nor take thy hallow'd name in vain, . Nor worship but with heart sincere. Great GOD! inspire our souls with awe, That sacred awe which angels feel, When close their covering wings they draw,

Thy dazzling glories to conceal. To thy omniscient, searching eye

Our inmost thoughts are open laid: Teach us to dread thy majesty,

While resting in thy mercy's shade. Each wandering, worldly, vain desire, Each thought that tends to earth, re

WILL GOD indeed to earth descend,
In temples made with hands to dwell?
Lo! round, above, the heavens extend;

Can science their dimensions tell ? Their viewless bounds we seek in vain; Yet, can the heavens our GOD contain?

No!-the vast firmament, with all Its wandering stars, and seas of light;

The deeps which echo the sad call

Of spirits lost, in endless night,Heaven, hell, and all their bounds include,

Are points in his infinitude!

Yet, through his co-eternal Son, Who wields all power, on earth, on high,

By fervent prayer his grace is won;

He hears the penitential sigh;
And saints, assembling in his name,
His presence in the midst may claim.

Thus saith the great and lofty ONE,
Who liveth in eternity,

"On high, apart, I set my throne:

Yet with the souls who turn to

me, The contrite, who themselves abase, I have a lowly dwelling-place."