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HEBER AT TANJORE.

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preach to the Tanjore missionaries, summoned them to meet him one evening at Schwarz's tomb, in that city.

The appointed evening was fine, and with a gorgeous sunset reddening the East. The Bishop preached a long time to about fifty or sixty missionaries; and after speaking of all Schwarz's never-tiring efforts, expressed a hope, that they would emulate his example.

This was his last address to the body of missionaries in India; and they must have recalled it vividly to mind, when, a week later, the gray-headed group who had heard him that evening, received the news of his sudden death.

He left Tanjore, and travelled on to Trichinopoly, at which latter place he confirmed a large number of native Christians, on the 2nd of April, which was Easter Sunday.

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The following day, he rose early, and again held a confirmation; while coming out of the church, he seems to have complained much of the heat.

When he returned home, he desired that breakfast might wait till he had had his cold bath, which, he said, he thought would refresh him.

His attendant, finding he did not return at the expiration of the half hour, became alarmed.

He knocked at the door; and, receiving no reply, went in. The bishop's body was found lying in the bottom of the bath; and it was supposed, from the examination made by the doctors, who were instantly summoned, that death had

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HIS SUDDEN DEATH.

ensued from the bursting of a vessel in the brain. Every remedy to restore animation was employed to no purpose. The pure and excellent Bishop Heber was dead.

He is buried at Trichinopoly, in St. John's church. The news of his death caused general lamentation and grief.

He had been but a short time in India, but long enough to endear himself to all, and his loss was felt in Calcutta as a public calamity. His virtues were all unobtrusive, but his energy, zeal and prudence did much for India. By an early and extraordinary culture of memory, he had stored his mind with rich treasures of learning, and could illustrate, with apt quotations from Scripture, almost every argument that was ever advanced in his company. This gift, united to an earnest and striving spirit, was a powerful aid in the cause of conversion. All he attempted, he did well; and, in the words of the beautiful poem we began with, let us say of Heber, in ending this sketch

"And that deep soul of gentleness and power,
Have we not felt its strength in every word,
Wont from thy lip, as Hermon's dew to shower,
Yes! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burned,
Of heaven they were, and thither are returned."

He who, but one short week before, had eulogised the career of Schwarz, has left behind him in India an imperishable memory, as that of "The Good Bishop Heber."

Carey, Ledyard, Count Rumford,

and Drew.

THE INVINCIBLES OF COMMON LIFE. Carey, Ledyard, Count Rumford and Drew.

NAPOLEON THE GREAT did not win his many victories without many desperate struggles. Great was the terror of his name through Europe, and many an army quailed before him; many a fight was lost through the mere hopelessness of the soldiery in opposing so famous a conqueror. But, at times, the peoples of Europe roused by shame at being so often beaten, and urged to great exertions by the hope of reaping the glory of defeating the hero of so many campaigns, collected in overwhelming force; and, encouraged by the knowledge of their strength in numbers, opposed the invader with a desperation that often shook his confidence. Many a time, surrounded by mounted generals, waiting his orders, and plumed aides-decamp, ready to start at a word or a signal from their commander, he stood on some hill watching, with lips compressed, a stern brow, one hand behind his back, and a small telescope in the other, the swaying masses of men beneath him. Amid the thun

ders of the artillery, the rolling

clouds of smoke

for ever renewed, he could see the far-stretching

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