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THE LATE REV. CORNELIUS WINTER.
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CHAPTER I. HIS LIFE CONTINUED.
AT has been seen by the date of the preceding letters, that Mr. Winter's account of himself, leaves near nine years of his life unnoticed. He was often urged to carry on the relation; he intended it—but it was delayed till the purposes of his heart were broken off. It remains therefore for the Editor to take up the narrative, and bring it down to the closing scene; and this can be done much more easily than the recovery of any earlier periods of his his
tory. Indeed the events that require particular notice, are not numerous.
In November, 1800, he met with a very painful affliction which confined him for a long time from his public work, but gave him an opportunity to glorify God in the fires, and proved how graciously qualified he was to sutler all the good pleasure of his will. He thus describes it in a letter to a friend: "The accident happened just after I had left a venerable dying woman, whom I had been to visit. After proper conversation, in which I found much heavenly refreshment, we prepared for prayer, by reading the 12th chapter of the Epistle to the Hebrews. Every word was precious; but the 9th, 10th, and 11th verses came with such light and energy to my soul, that I could have immediately preached from them. The matter of my prayer far exceeded the sick woman's case. 1 prayed that God would prepare us for whatsoever he had prepared for us, and made a particular resignation of myself into the Lord's hand. It was a very heavy, rainy, night. I was at the bottom of a declivity, upon the plainest ground. I never walked more cautiously; but my foot slipped, and the master bone of my leg was broken in two places."
The fracture appeared extremely remarkable, as he did not strike his foot against a stone, nor bend his leg under him, but fell upon his back. He was near a mile from his house, and as the only chaise in the town was absent, he was conveyed home in the best vehicle that could be procured. Many followed the cart with tears to his cottage. He was taken out, and laid upon the bed—but before he would allow the surgeon to proceed, he begged that all might be permitted to come up into his chamber.—He then offered up a prayer with much composure, and with such particularity, entering into all the cases which he commonly noticed in family devotion, that it will never be forgotten by any who heard it.
What the state of his mind was, will appear from the following extract of a letter to the Editor, which he dictated a very short time after.—" I need not tell you that the consequence is confinement upon the bed, in one posture, and very acute pain; but through the goodness of God, I have an experience to relate that redounds much to his glory; and if I was not disaffected to the egotism I should use it much upon the present occasion. Shall I venture to tell you, that I am a stranger to murmuring and impatience; that I am in a state ot'