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:. When a Christian first gives his heart to God, and sees the beauty of holiness, and feels devout joy, he says in the ardour of his love, I will keep all thy commandments. Even after temptation has prevailed, and made him taste the bitterness of remorse, he resolves upon new obedience with redoubled ardour; he knows good and evil, and he will never return to folly. Experience has at last convinced him that human resolution is weak, that the heart is deceitful, that sin is wedded to mortality. The past makes him tremble for the future; and even assures him that temptation will return, and mingle all his days on earth with penitential sorrow. His comfort is, that with God there is mercy, that Christ died for the remission of sin, that the Spirit is promised to those who ask. His comfort is, that he grows in grace, that the love of sin is mortified, that the remains of it excite him to prayer and watchfulness, that death will put an end to temptation; then his comfort and joy will be full. Happy day! which will conclude this mingled scene, when the heart shall no more be tossed with passions, when 'the power of evil habits shall be broken; then I shall sin no more.

· VI. The death of friends makes us say with Job, I would not live alway.

Friendship sweetens life; but the course of human affection is often interrupted, is often varied, is often embittered. In your father's house. the heart is at earns his bread with the sweat of his brow, has found his rest sweet, and his bread pleasant, and the testimony of his conscience a continual feast : but he has likewise found, from weariness and pain, from the hardships of poverty, perhaps of oppression, that his labour is part of the curse on fallen man: he thinks with comfort of a new heaven and a new earth, where there is no more curse.' It is sometimes difficult to fulfil the demands of justice : then a Christian redoubles industry, denies himself, accepts alms, does every thing hard and humbling rather than be unjust: it is not his least consolation that the time is short. Even in a high station honours are apt to fade and cares to multiply. It was the prayer of Moses, the lawgiver and prince of Israel, “ Kill me, I pray thee, if I have found grace in thy sight.”

The detail of human affairs and duties must be attended to and fulfilled; the pleasures and honours of the world must to a certain degree interest and elevate, and the evils of it depress us : but the conscious soul often rises above them, and anticipates a more exalted exercise. In childhood we busied ourselves with imitations of the works of men; and if any accident befel them we were distressed, and wept: we now think that these were trifles, and we shall one day think the same of every worldly care.

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: When a Christian first gives his heart to God, and sees the beauty of holiness, and feels devout joy, he says in the ardour of his love, I will keep all thy commandments. Even after temptation has prevailed, and made him taste the bitterness of remorse, he resolves upon new obedience with redoubled ardour; he knows good and evil, and he will never return to folly. Experience has at last convinced him that human resolution is weak, that the heart is deceita ful, that sin is wedded to mortality. The past makes him tremble for the future; and even assures him that temptation will return, and mingle all his days on earth with penitential sorrow. His comfort is, that with God there is mercy, that Christ died for the remission of sin, that the Spirit is promised to those who ask. His comfort is, that he grows in grace, that the love of sin is mortified, that the remains of it excite him to prayer and watchfulness, that death will put an end to temptation; then his comfort and joy will be full. Happy day! which will conclude this mingled scene, when the heart shall no more be tossed with passions, when 'the power of evil habits shall be broken; then I shall sin no more.

VI. The death of friends makes us say with Job, I would not live alway.

Friendship sweetens life; but the course of human affection is often interrupted, is often varied, is often embittered. In your father's house the heart is at ease a little, it flows out in pure and sweet affection to your parents; happy in their love and protection, free from pain and guilt, and the thought of to-morrow, you give yourself to joy, and think it is good to be here. The death of a parent is often the first sad stroke. The bright scene vanishes. Pleasure is shut out. Your first sorrow is a sacred season; sacred to affectionate remembrance, to devout resignation, to the faith of immortality. Sober thoughts revolve on the part you have to act. In returning to the world you feel yourself a stranger, and cast your cares on God, and think of heaven as your father's house.

Youth seldom passes without the death of a young friend. Death is brought near, for we grew up together. Many pleasing hopes are laid in dust. From the grave of a friend even the path of virtue appears dark and lonely.

The happiest union on earth must be dissolved, and the love of life dissolves with it. · Parents often survive their children, and refuse to be comforted because they are not.

A beautiful view of Providence opens. That which constitutes our greatest felicity on earth makes us most willing to depart. The friends of our youth have failed. Such friendships are not formed again. Affection is gradually transferred to the world of spirits. We are strangers who have sojourned long in a foreign land, and have the near prospect of returning home. The hour of departure rises on

the soul, for we are going to a land peopled with our fathers, and our kindred, and the friends of our youth. The heart swells at times with the sadly pleasing remembrance of the dead. Awake and sing, ye that sleep in dust, your dew is as the dew of herbs.” At times we overpass by faith the bounds of mortality, and penetrate within the veil. Our spirits mingle with theirs.

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HYDRIOTAPHIA, OR URN BURIAL.'

The Scipios' urn contains no ashes now."-BYRON.

Now, since these dead bones have already outlasted the living ones of Methuselah, and, in a yard under ground, and thin walls of clay, outworn all the strong and specious buildings above it, and quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests; what 'prince can promise such diuturnity unto his relics, or might not gladly say,.. .

Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim.-Tibul.

. Time, which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments. In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means of their continuation, and obscurity their protection."

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