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will be given, in due time, I do not a month. Fain would I stay out, as doubt. The earth is the Lord's. His I long as the weather will admit of fieldam; and, for his great name sake, I am preaching willing to sacrifice my little all, and to The congregation without was very be one of his poor run-abouts, till he is large yesterday; and at five in the pleased to call me home. After one morning, I believe, above fifteen hunmore trip to Georgia, I am to set out dred attend. I am as well as such a on my Spring journey, and hope to pilgrim can expect to be. Once more, meet Captain Grant at Philadelphia. I İ entreat you'll pray for me. Once am glad he is acquainted with you. He more, my dear, dear Sir, adieu! My is honest and guileless. "Such your ho- tender love and respects await your nest heart values and loves. The Lord yoke-fellow and danghter. Accept the Jesus bless and prosper you and yours, same, in the most grateful and cordial ever more and more!

manner, from, my very dear Mr. Sa. " Continue to pray for me, and thereby vage, encrease the obligations already laid

Yours, &c. upon, my dear Mr. Savage,

G. WHITEFIELD.
Yours most affectionately,

To Mr. Savage.
in our common Lord,
G. WAITEFIELD.

mmmmm
P.S.-I hope some souls have been
lately brought under conviction. Grace! IX.–To Miss Savage.
grace!

Tabernacle-house, Nov. 24, 1752. To Mr. Savage.

MY DEAR LITTLE Mard - I received your kind letter, sent to Philadelphia,

but a few days ago, and think it deserves VIII. Newcastle, Oct. 17, 1752. an answer. My prayers you have conMY VERY DEAR FRIEND-Though I tinually; and as you are a child of am about to take horse for Sunderland, many prayers, I trust this will engage yet I must not forget to send a few more you to pray earnestly for yourself. The lines to one whom I so dearly love.

Lord Jesus delights to hear his little Blessed be God! we have seen great lambs crying after him. He hath prothings in Scotland. I preached in all,

mised to carry them ir, his arms, and viz. at Edinburgh and Glasgow, during

dandle them upon his knees. His Spi. the month I stay'd there, about sixty

rit already hath been often striving with times; and the longer I stay'd, the you. Oh ! that, with little Samuel, you more the congregations, and the power

may be enabled to say, “ Speak, Lord, that attended the word, encreased.

for thy servant heareth !” This was Scarce ever less (in the evening especi.

the advice old Eli gave to Samuel; this ally) than near ten thousand attended. is the advice I give to you. You will Many young men, that were awakened have no real happiness here, till you are about ten years ago, are now able mi truly converted. Without this, you can nisters of the New Testament. In my

never be happy in the world to come. way hither, I preached at Berwick, This your dear and honoured parents Alnwick, and Morpeth. Good, Í

wait for, as do the holy angels, and your trust, was done. Here I have preached Father which is in heaven. Oh, give sometimes, and a whole shower of di them reason to rejoice over you, and vine blessings hath descended from say unto the ever blessed Jesus, “ Turn above. Oh, that my heart may sink me, O good Lord, and so shall I be turnlow at Christ's feet, and my whole soul

ed !” He hath promised to give the Holy be swallowed up with his divine love! Spirit to them that ask it. That you You must still follow me with your may so ask as to receive, so seek that prayers. This and some part of the you may find, and so knock that a door next week I am to spend in Yorkshire, of mercy may be opened to you, is and &c. I expect to see London in about shall be the earnest prayer of, my dear,

dear little Maid,

Your affectionate Soul's Friend, like most others accursed with slaves, dis

for Christ's sake, appointed the hopes and exhausted the

G. WHITEFIELD, property of its excellent, but, in this instance, short-sighted, founder.

To Miss Savage. NEW SERIES, No. 14.

M

X. - To Mr. Savage. Lord vouchsafes to visit and refresh

my poor soul. This encourages me to Caermarthen, May 29, 1773.

go on. Oh, that I may be continued in VERY DEAR, DEAR FRIEND- It is now Christ's service till I die. I desire no between five and six in the morning, other honour. With regret, I must bid and I am setting out for Swanzy and you adieu, having a long journey to go, Neath. Accept a few more hasty lines and two sermons to preach. I hope from a poor pilgrim, who loves you as your dear yoke-fellow and little daughhis own soul. Thus far the Lord hath ter are well. I always remember them helped me in my Welsh circuit, at St. and you; and, sending you both ten David's, Fisheard, Cardigan, Narboth, thousand thanks for all your marks of Pembroke, Haverford-west, and this unmerited respect and love, I subscribe

town. I trust good hath been done. myself, my very dear, dear Sir, • Every where the fields have been white,

Yours most affectionately, ready unto harvest. The congregations,

in our common Lord, especially at Haverford-west, have been

G. WHITEFIELD. , great. It would have delighted you to

Mr. Hervey writes me word, that he have seen how many thousands came from far to hear the word, last Lord's

is printing his visitation sermon, for the day. I have generally preach'd twice •

benefit of a diseased and distressed a day, besides riding many miles. you

youth. I warrant it is a gospel one. This impairs my weak body, but the To Mr. Savage.

POETRY.

THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM

FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND. co Sad was the condition of these poor

men, who had winter before them, and no accommodations for their entertainment! Most of them were reduced to a weak and sickly condition by their voyage, and now they were come to port, had no friends to welcome them, no houses to receive them, no physicians to take care of them. The country was full of woods and thickets, and began to look with a winter com plexion : besides, they were under apprehensions from the Indians, but they dare not look back.

Neale's History of New England. • Their dauntless hearts no meteor led

In horror o'er the ocean;
From fortune and from fame they fled
To heaven and its devotion.”

An American Poet.

Not”as the flying come

In silence and in fear ;-
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom

With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea ;
And the surrounding isles of the dim

woods rang
To the anthem of the free.
The ocean-eagle soar'd

From his nest by the white wave's foam;
And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd--

This was their welcome home!
There were men with hoary hair

Amidst that pilgrim band;
Why had they come to wither there,

Away from their childhood's land ?
There was woman's fearless eye

Lit by her deep love's truth :
There was manhood's brow serenely high,

And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar,

Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas—the spoils of war,

They sought a faith's pure shrine !
Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod !
They have left undimm'd what there they

found--
Freedom to worslıip God !

New Monthly Mag.

The breaking waves dash'd high

On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky,

Their giant branches toss'd.
And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of Exiles moor'd their bark

On the wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true hearted, came
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,

And the trumpet that sings of fame.

• AP

THE SABBATH.

From passion's mad and wild desires,

From envy's dark and hateful fires, ** This is the day the Lord hath made : we From pride's rebellious impious sway,

will rejoice and be glad in it.”—Psalm From error's blind and devious way, cxviii. 24.

From Satan's deep, malignant snares,

From faithless doubts and foolish fears, WHEN first at its Creator's will,

From foes without and foes within,
This beauteous world from chaus sprung,

From secret and presumptuous sin.
Echoing o'er mountain, flood, and hill,
Swiftly the first-born anthem rung.

From these, O Lord, thy chosen keep,

From these protect thy wand'ring sleep, Bright cherubs watch'd revolving spheres And Israel's song again shall be,

Burst from the chambers of their rest, The Lord bath triumphed gloriously." New sounds salute their list'ning ears, As worlds break forth in verdure drest.

mumm Those days are past, but nobler songs,

LINES ADDRESSED TO A SISTER Thro' endless space each wind conveys, Seraphs, in bright and countless throngs,

ON HER BIRTH-DAY, JAN. 1826. Press on, to join the angelic lays. FORGIVB a poor intruding muse, “Now death and hell are vanquish'd pow'rs, Who knows not how to write, Jesus the Lord has died for sin,”

But yet unable to refuse “ Open ye everlasting doors

One feeling to indite. And let the mighty conq’ror in."

Accept much sympathy, my love,

That on a day like this, The chorus swells, ten thousand strings

Sadness is chequer'd with the joy Are tuned, the rising God to bless,

That warms your birth-day kiss. “ He comes, with healing on his wings The Sun, the Sun of Righteousness."

Dear may the new born year

Much happiness unfold,
Such themes are theirs—the house of pray’r Much temporal good to you appear,
This day shall echo back their strains,

And pleasures yet untold.
And mingling vows and praises there,

May God with you this year endure,
Our notes shall reach those blissful plains.

Each pain or pleasure bless,
There told of better worlds than this, And seal your interest clear and sure
Of joys more peaceful and serene ;

In Christ your righteousness.
Hope points to more enduring bliss,

One caution may I now intreat"Than ear bath heard, or eye hath seen."

(You with myself I blend,) So Moses upon Pisgah's height

Remember youth and years are fleet, Beheld the wide spread promis'd lands :

And life itself must end. So broke on Israel's aching sight,

My wishes fain I would expand, Fair Elims palms on desert sands.

(You well the feeling know,)

O may the dear domestic band
More kind to us, one day in seven,

In grace and wisdom grow.
He gives, to sketch our journey through,
Throws back the veil twixt earth and heav'n

Adieu, and may an abler bard
And makes our Sabbaths Elims too.

Attempt with more success

To pen the feelings of regard
For though beyond this mortal scene, Which I would fain express. SOROR.

Material eye hath never prest,
Faith still can pierce the world unseen,
And scale the barriers of the blest."

A SONNET.
And art thou disembodied, blessed spirit !
An airy fugitive from circling clay,

What form, what mansion, dost thou now THE CHRISTIAN WARRIOR'S

inherit, PRAYER.

O'er the blue dome of this fair veraal day. O Lord of Hosts, whose powerful hand - 'Tis true we see thy tabernacle lie, Thro' opening waves made Israel's way, Hueless and cold as marble in the armis When Pharaoh's wolves, a ravening band, Of death ; and while the agonizing eye Crouched o'er their weak and trembling Again-again surveys thy feeting charms, prey,

We think thy snowy breast is faintly heaving Thy look unnerved the proud,--the strong, Over the purple tide that's softly leaving Thy glance infix'd him in despair, - Its channels, where 'mid health it ceaseless While Egypt's shriek and Israel's song, flow'd, Alike proclaimed that God was there.

While yet the vital spirit on it rode. Now fiercer foes awake our fears,

The lodge is left, the ethereal tenant, free, And mightier armies take the field ;

Hath reach'd the brighter shores of O when the thund'ring tempest nears

immortality. Be thou our help, be thou our shield.

T. A.

REVIEW OF BOOKS.

Memoirs and Poetical Remains gold of Christianity comes forth in of the late Jane Taylor; with its genuine quality and lustre. Extracts from her Correspondence. Where common minds happily see By Isaac Taylor. In two vols. little or nothing to perplex them, London: Holdsworth.

and exercise a direct and implicit (Concluded from page 34.)

belief, those of a turn profoundly

reflective, and possessed of acute It is not surprising that the death sensibilities, are apt to indulge in of so many of her intimate friends, endless reveries on the mysteries successively, in one family, should of the faith, and the difficulties. have produced a deep impression on apparent in the conduct of Divine such a mind as Jane Taylor's; espe. Providence. And such minds, it cially as these instances were suc- is probable, must take their course ceeded, her biographer informs us, of speculation; they will find no by the loss of several other en- rest till, like the dove of Noah, deared companions. Death seems they have wandered awhile in vain often to pass by the common mul- over the unstable chaos of mystery titude of the mature and the aged, that lies all around them, and rein order to poise his fatal dart at turn at last, fatigued and subdued, the young, the lovely, and the to the ark of the testimony of God. refined; and just at the moment All this may take place while when the artist would have wished there is an habitual belief in the to take their likeness and love to reality of religion, and a conscienhave claimed them for his own,con- tious attention to its preceptive insumption begins its ravages, and junctions. soon brings them to an, untimely As an author, Miss Taylor first grave. Such instances as these are appeared in print in the year 1804, occurring every day; and while as a contributor to the Minor's they draw tears from every eye, they Pocket Book, in a piece entitled, constitute an especial and affect the Beggar Boy, now inserted ing memento to our youthful fair, in the Poetical Remains, and of the frailty of beauty, and the which, it appears, attracted notice necessity of an early and decided by its sprightliness and pathos. attention to the interests of the Subsequently was published the world to come.

little volume of " Original Poems The subjeet of this memoir was for Infant Minds, by several not a stranger to the operation of re- Young Persons ;” in which she ligious principles on her inind from and her sister had a prominent her most youthful days; but, on share. This work was so acceptaccount of the deep susceptibility, able to children, and so much ap. and pensive tendency of her feel- proved by parents, that it not only ings, it was long before she ob- obtained an extensive circulation tained that full consolation which in England soon after its publicait is the province of religion to im- tion, but it was reprinted in Amepart, though it is obvious her con. rica, and even translated into Gerduct was early regulated by its man. In consequence of this sucinfluence. Minds of a certain class cess, a second volume of Original are often destined to pass through Poems was published by the same a peculiar process; and it is not contributors. Not long after apuntil the fiery ordeal of afflictionpeared, the “ Rhymes for the has been endured that the pure. Nursery;" in which our authgress

had also a considerable share. should have cost the author more These met with equal success, labour than, perhaps, any of the and though in order to adapt them other “ Remains;” as “ one might to the capacity of very young chil.. judge,” says the biographer, “ from dren, they are more familiar in the intricate interlineations, and their phraseology than the former, multiplied revisions,” which appear they are, in many instances, per- in the manuscript copy. The spirit haps, superior in poetic merit. in which this benevolent effort to

Her contributions to the volume promote the interests of the infant entitled, the “ Associate Min- race was made, appears from the strels,” are placed in the Poetical following extract: Remains, that work being now out “ I think, says my sister, in a letter of of print. As these were not writ- this date, I have some idea of what a ten with any view whatever to child's hymn ought to be ; and when I publication, but only for the gra

commenced the task, it was with the pre

sumptuous determination that none of tification of a select circle of

these should fall short of the standard I friends, who took their share in had formed in my mind. In order to this, the authorship of the collection, my method was to shut my eyes, and imathey may be regarded as a kind of gine the presence of some pretty little

mortal, and then endeavour to catch, as it literary deshabille, or an at home

were, the very language it would use on view of the author. Yet several the subject before me. If in any instances of these pieces are, probably, as I have succeeded, it is to this little imapleasing and beautiful as any

ginary being I would attribute my success ;

and I have failed so frequently, because so thing she has written; witness the

frequently compelled to say, now you “ Birth-day Retrospect," and the may go my dear, I shall finish the hymn “Remonstrance to Time."

myself.'" The above-mentioned produc About the year 1810, Miss tions for children, we trust, will for Taylor's taste for the beauties of ever displace from the nursery, the nature, which her previous cultiabsurdities of “ Tom Thumb,” and vation of the art of engraving and " Jack the Giant-Killer;" with all drawing enabled her the more to the wonderful stories which, how. enjoy, was gratified by a visit to ever they may amuse the infant the romantic scenery of North mind, can scarcely fail, in various Devon. Accustomed before to degrees, to do it harm. These the flat uniformity of Essex, or publications were succeeded by the smoke of London, this change another, still intended for the same could not fail of being productive little readers, but of a nature more of delight. Those who have only immediately religious. We allude seen the bolder features of nature to the “ Hymns for Infant Minds;" on paper, feel that the impression in which Miss Taylor took a pro- was feeble, even from the best reminent part. To convey just im- presentations, when they come acpressions on a subject so spiritual, tually to converse with her living to the human mind at its very dawn, form. The effect produced by the must be allowed to be no very easy first near view of a mountain, for task. It has been well remarked by instance, or a torrent, is a feeling Dr. Johnson, in his life of Dr. Watts, not to be imagined, while we only that those who understand human move in the tame monotony of our nature will admire the writer who more southern landscapes. Hence could, at one time, discuss meta- Miss Taylor, from having formerly physical questions with Locke, been assiduously occupied within and at another compose a cate- doors, was to be found, while at chism intelligible to infants of four Ilfracombe, spending her time in years old; accordingly, it is not rambling over the wild and intesurprising that these “ Hymns” resting scenery its vicinity afforded,

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