has provided; it is a full, a com to matured health-in every breast it lived except his own. A change of scene being recommended, he was removed to Frome, in the beginning of February, and the tone of his spirits was a little raised: but his strength did not increase, nor were the symptoms of his complaint of a better appearance. To find shelter from the cold winds of March, he re-rising and setting suns and you moved, next, to Bath, designing, will come. I will welcome your in the advance of spring, to try arrival; I will be your conductor the air of Clifton. But God had to the Majesty of heaven." At determined otherwise; for, al- another time, he exclaimed, "Oh, though the general aspect of his let me go to that Jesus through case was more promising after whom I have been converted, his arrival at Bath, in a few weeks whom I love, and whom I have consumptive symptoms returned preached: but I shall never with increased strength, and it preach again to my dying fellow was not long before they were sinners. The battle is foughtfollowed by death. About a the victory is won; but, it is week before he retired to heaven, through Christ I am now going he fell suddenly on the sofa, to wear the crown." On Tueseither through spasm or faintness, day, April 15, Mr. Rowe died: which continued for some mi- he was interred on the Saturday nutes. As soon as he recovered evening following, in the Baptist sufficiently to be raised, he ex- burial ground, at Bath. Some of claimed, "Oh, surely this is a the persons of his congregation death seizure!" and, looking com came from Weymouth to pay the passionately on Mrs. Rowe, he last tribute of respect to their added, "Oh, Mary! recovery is beloved pastor; and many worthy out of the question, we must no men of God followed him to the more think of it; God is, indeed, house appointed for all living. about to take me out of this Mr. Jay, who, with the Christian world ;" and, lifting up his eyes, friends at Bath, had manifested he prayed, "Lord Jesus receive to our departed brother, in his my spirit." With much com- last affliction, the most generous posure he directed in what way kindness, delivered a suitable adhe would be taken to his bed. dress at the grave, and Mr. PorAnd, from that hour, became ter prayed. Mr. Porter preached very anxious to depart and be a funeral sermon on the following with Christ. In a day or two, sabbath morning, and Mr. Jay his much-valued friend and tutor, improved the event in the evenDr. Ryland, of Bristol, came to ing. Mr. Jay's sermon has been see him; to whom he observed, published, and may be found in "If transport be a necessary evi- his fourth volume of Short Disdence of Christianity, I am no Christian; but, if trust be an evidence, then I am on the right foundation. I desire no other salvation than that which God courses. Some of the finest flowers that were ever wet with the dew of heaven, or painted by the sun, have bloomed in retired places, and were never exhibited to general admiration. It has been thus with many of the most excellent of our race-with the possessors of strong mental powers, great literary opulence, and the most inflexible integrity; while purity, devotion, and benevolence of heart, and a deportment of corresponding goodness, proved them to be the children of God. Not always have such favoured individuals been introduced, in an imposing attitude, to the public eye, like a statue of exquisite beauty of form and of workmanship, placed in a noble square of some great city. They have, not unfrequently, received the honour of more private and discriminating observation, like the fine busts which adorn the mansions of the opulent admirers of the illustrious dead. Constitutionally modest and retiring, possessed of excessive sensibility, my dear departed brother always shrunk from public notice, as far as circumstances and conscience would permit. With moral and intellectual qualities and attainments which would have surrounded him, in a conspicuous situation, with honours and applauses, he has modestly finished the labours of his life, and re tired to the rest of paradise, and the enjoyment of God. "He was a faithful man, and feared God above many:" to him the approving Judge has said, "Well done, thou good and faithful ser vant, thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy Lord." London. T. G. Mrs. Rowe, anxious to provide for herself and her four young children, has taken a house, in a healthy and pleasant situation, at Kentish-town, where she receives young gentlemen under ten years of age, to be boarded and aided in their preparatory studies. See Cover. VOL. X. SOLOMON affirms, "That all there is one event to the righteous things come alike to all; that and the wicked." This sentiment, however, cannot by any of view as correct: all occurmeans be regarded in every point alike to all. It is absolutely cerrences are not in every respect which are termed adverse and tain, that all events, even those afflictive, shall issue in the real and that all circumstances, though welfare of the people of God; apparently in a high degree prosperous, will be unavailing as to the permanent felicity of the ungodly. God, "who cannot lie," has said, "It shall go ill with the wicked." The pious and the alike; the one exclaims, "I will profane do not sustain afflictions bear the indignation of the Lord, because I have sinned against him: I reckon that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory the other murmurs at the divine which shall be revealed:" while have taken away my gods, and dispensations, and says, "They what have I more?" They do not die alike: "Mark the perfect man, and behold the uprightthe end of that man is peace." Their future portion in eternity is not alike, but different as endless joys or sorrows. Yet the righteous and the unrighteous meet with similar bereavements, disappointments, and afflictions, and C death calls, with a voice equally loud, at the doors of cottages, and the palaces of kings. 66 How surprising and lamentable is the origin of· Death! This tremendous spoiler was not alThe painful occurrence which ways amidst the works of God. has filled the nation with undis- The adorable Creator formed man sembled grief, reminded me of upright, in his own sublime and the language of the prophet, holy image. He placed him in (Jerem. ix. 21,) "For death is a paradise, where all around him come up into our windows, and was beauty to his eye, and is entered into our palaces." How music to his ear." He conferred terrific is the personage here pre- on him this magnificent domain sented to our view by the sacred as his rich inheritance. "Of all writer; it is DEATH. And how the trees of the garden," (a grant solemn is death. It is an entire unspeakably beneficent,) said he, and everlasting separation from thou mayest freely eat; but of the scene which now occupies, the tree of knowledge of good and alas! in too many instances, our evil, thou shalt not eat of it-in whole attention. To those who the day thou eatest thereof, thou have experienced this great tran- shalt surely die." This one tree sition, the flowers of spring have he reserved as a test of the crealost their beauty and their fra- ture's obedience, as a continual grance, the animating beams of exhibition of his own most rightsummer exhilarate them no more, ful sovereignty. With the most autumn, with its blushing flagrant ingratitude, and horrible fruitage, lias no attractions,-nor rebellion, our first parents, in dedoes winter, with its majestic fiance of all that was sacred and tempests, again awaken them to divine, took of the hallowed admire his unrivalled grandeur, tree, and renounced their allewho rides in the whirlwind, giance to the Most High. and directs the storm." The pursuits, the enjoyments, the honours, and the riches of the world, afford them no gratification; have entirely ceased to be the subjects of anxiety, are to them less than nothing, and vanity." "Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat That all was lost. Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe drops How certain is the attack of Death! Windows and doors, though secured by bars of adamant, are no security: and fortresses and palaces, deemed impregnable, are scaled in an instant, and taken by this great enemy. It is his appointment, who directs the stars in their courses, whose counsel must stand, and whose will is, as it ought to be, irresistible, and must be accomplished, that all flesh shall die, and return to dust. Death severs the tender ties which bind us in endearing bonds to parents, to children, to brothers, sisters, and friends;-it tears asunder soul and body, so intimately united, that they are "link'd more close than wedded pair ;"—it is a departure from our earthly home to return to it no more;-it fixes our character without the possibility of an alteration, and introduces us (O" As for man, his days are as truth, unspeakably solemn and awful!) to boundless sorrows, or eternal joys. grass, as a flower of the field so he flourisheth; for the wind pass eth over it, and it is gone; and fhe place thereof shall know it no | excellent Princess has never been How incessantly are we exposed to the assaults of Death! Many rise in the morning, full of health and spirits, and reckoning on long life, but ere the evening they have passed into eternity: numbers lie down in the evening-the sun arises, but his beams illumine not their eyes-they shall open them no more till the morning of the resurrection. The very great majority of mankind die at a moment when they do not expect it. "In an hour," said the great Teacher, "when you think not, the Son of man cometh." presented to us but as a spectacle And does it not demand our sympathy? Is there a mother, who has lost at a stroke, when life was most to be desired, the delight of her eyes, the joy of her heart, and the hope and consolation of her future years, who does not mingle her tears with those of the Princess of Wales, in foreign lands? Is there a husband, who, like the Prince Leopold, has lost the dear companion of his frequent and social How extensive is the dominion of the King of Terrors! He claims as his subjects all ranks of society from the monarch to the slave-all ages, from the smiling babe, who has just open-excursions, the source of his faed its little eyes to discern the light, to the decrepit old man, to whom life has become burdensome, and who longs for the refuge of a grave-all generations, from Adam till the closing period of time, when the Son of God shall come in his glory, and those who are alive shall be changed, and caught up to meet their Lord in the air. ture honour and felicity, the extinction of those delicious joys, where love kindled his "constant lamp," who does not sorrow on this afflictive occasion? Is there a father, who has lost an only child, who does not feel for the Prince Regent of our empire? May I not indeed say, that every father, that every mother, and that every husband in Great Britain is a mourner? When I think of the bereaved husband, I am frequently reminded of the beautiful and affecting picture of the Latin poet "Qualis populea merens Philomela sub umbra Amissos queritur fætus, quos dusus arator The prophet says, "Death is come up into our PALACES." The most retired cottages of Britain have resounded with the afflictive tidings, that the PRINCESS CHARLOTTE, the amiable and beloved PRINCESS CHARLOTTE, and her little babe, are no more! This very solemn and affecting Observans nido implumes detraxit: at illa event naturally calls for our regret. Her departure may be considered as a national loss. From the public spirit she had manifested on various occasions, she bade fair to be the revered and illustrious monarch of a free and happy country. Indeed, this Flet noctem ramoque sedens miserabile carmen This solemn providence summons us to devotion. May all needful support and consolation be given to the bereaved members of the Royal Family-May in earthly grandeur, but in Him who died on the cross for poor sinners, and who has solemnly assured his real disciples, that they shall never die. May all their subjects learn to number their days, and to apply their hearts unto real wisdom. this most afflictive dispensation | into our windows, enters not into lead them to seek for felicity, not our palaces. In that happy country "there is no more curse, but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him; and they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light; and they shall reign for ever and ever." Coseley. It strikingly displays the vanity of all earthly felicity. A Roman Emperor once brought together every thing which was magnificent that his extensive empire produced-and as the pageantry, with the multitude of his nobility, and himself at the head of B. H. D. A DIALOGUE ON WAR, BETWEEN N. This is the age of new and strange events. There is no end of the societies that are springing up around us. We have Mission it, was borne through the prin- PACIFICUS AND HIS NEIGHBOUR. cipal streets of his capital, in the pride of his heart he exclaimed, "What is there wanting here to complete felicity?" A courtier replied, "Continuance! Sire." This is what was wanting in the elevated family whose bereave-ary Societies, Religious Tract Soment we deplore. "We have here no continuing city." Our friends shall soon "seek us in the morning, and we shall not be." "Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies!' And Dust to dust' concludes her noblest song.' cieties, School Societies, Bible Societies, and now we hear about Societies for the Abolition of War, P. You are aware, neighbour, that it is a very wise regulation, for a number of persons to unite together and employ their influence and resources colIt should lead us to the most lectively, for the attainment of an serious enquiry. Have we ex- object, which they could not perienced that change of heart, hope to accomplish by their inwithout which we cannot pos-dividual and separate exertion. sibly see the kingdom of God? Have we felt our sins to be a burden too heavy for us to bear, and have we fled for refuge to Christ Jesus, the only, and the almighty, Saviour? Is he indeed precious to our souls? Do we love to commune with him, and to imitate his blest example? Are we improving time for eterpity? Blessed be God for the gospel: this assures us, that there is a world where death comes not up N. Very true; but a Society for the Abolition of War is the most chimerical project that ever entered into the mind of any individual. War has existed in all ages, and among all nations; nearly the universal sense of mankind is in its favour, as at least a necessary evil; and God himself expressly commanded war under the Jewish dispensation, To expect, therefore, to abolish it, must end in disappointment. P.-I have but recently learn |