peared strong symptoms of relapse, occasioned by a cold. Recourse was had to the same mode of treatment which had been used before, and there was again a flattering prospect of restoration to health. On the evening in which she died, after tea, she appeared cheerful, and sewed some article for herself. About eight o'clock she felt the room too close, and walked into her sleeping-room to get a little fresh air. She was no sooner seated in a chair, than she was seized with a violent paroxysm of her disosder, which affected her breathing and her head. She was immediately laid upon her bed, and the only words she uttered were those which she addresed to her father, who stood near to her, namely, "pray, pray." In a few minutes, she yielded up her spirit into the hands of her Go and SAvIOUR. From her general appearance, a stranger would have supposed that she was stout and healthy. She possessed great sweetness of temper, and had the most amiable and unassuming manners. But, Nipt by the wind's unthinely blast, Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste, The short-liv'd beauties die away!" -Young Reader! be thou also ready; for at such an hour as thou thinkest not, the Son of MAN cometh! POETRY. ELEGIAC STANZAS To the Memory of the late Rev. JOSEPH BENSON, Who exchanged the labours and sorrows of mortality for the blessedness of those who die in the LORD, on Friday, February 16, 1821. "Thou turnest man to destruction: again thou sayest, Return, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday, when it is past, and as a watch in the night," Psalm xc. YES! 'tis thy sure! thy just! thy dread decree! Man, child of sorrow and infirmity, His little span on earth's dark waste sojourns, Casts round his anxious glance, and scarcely learns The secret of his being,-ere a blast Blows from the desert, or the lightning burns,; And to the yawning grave the victim sinks at last! The grave-lone, narrow house!-thy captives holds, Then shall spring forth, more beauteous than the flower No more shall death the changeless frame devour, But youth eternal bloom in endless vigour bright. Go, then! awaiting this Divine award, And, present with his LORD, with Him in bliss partake. The dimming veil-the veil of flesh-withdrawn, Here he was wont, in Wisdom's glimmering dawn, But with that meekness, which becomes the wise, Content Heaven's boundless grace,-man's low estate,--to own. And man seduc'd,-deceiv'd,-left hopeless and alone! How would he triumph in the conquest won! For themes like these to him were ever sweet, While sounds as deep,-as high,-flow'd from his mortal tongue. The Preacher of the Cross! no common powers, No single talent, to his trust was given; His infant heart receiv'd the sacred leaven, The Sacred Volume, Source of Truth Divine, He held by turns the sceptre and the rod, And heaven, and death, and hell, were present things. And strove with healing hand to draw the rankling dart : Heaven, earth, and hell, their heaviest vengeance shower Who died the strength of sin,-the sting of death to draw. Seek in his smile his rich, his full reward, With patience labour, and with fervour pray, Till life's last work be done, and dawns the eternal day. Yet not alone, with calmly-patient toil, These truths sublime the zealous preacher taught; From wisdom's mine the stores of knowledge brought; A living comment on those truths appear'd: His words were utter'd, and his actions wrought, As in His sight, whom more than all he fear'd, Whose precepts were his rule, whose light his spirit cheer'd. So preach'd, so liv'd,-the man whom Heav'n ordain'd A star in the right-hand of CHRIST Sustain'd, By him emitted, in this world of night, Have kindled many a spark, whose fires shall blaze In long-long shining streams, when time itself decays. Yet, Zion! who thy genuine grief shall speak? 1 see the cypress on thy languid brow; O ertake his chariot-wheels, and dwell with him in light. + Yet while thy filial tears o'er BENSON's urn, And signs, in Israel wrought, the present Gop declare. And oh! while onwards to the plains of light Stand in their ranks, their vacant columns lead, Like them unconquerable! holy! wise! Until, like them, they fall-and share with them the prize! Zion belov'd! on whose maternal cares Our weakness has repos'd,-we pray for thee! Shall we not pray for thy prosperity!— Pray, that the Lord thy light, thy strength, may be, That o'er thy pure, thy hallow'd ministry And that thy golden lamps be with fresh oil supplied. Oh Thou! from whom proceeds that efluence sweet, And thou, to bear it home, thy angel-reapers send. Soon!-for the lapse of thousand, thousand years, A moment!--and the glistening cloud appears, Before whose brightness heaven and earth shall flee; No night, no death, their radiance shall confine, A. B. MISSIONARY NOTICES, Relating principally to the FOREIGN MISSIONS carried on under the direction of the METHODIST CONFERENCE. CEYLON. Extract of a Letter from Mr. CLOUGH, duted Colpetty, April 20, 1820. (Concluded from page 230.) It has often been a source of regret to me, that for the last two or three years, so much of my time should have been occupied in other work than that which is truly dear to me. For I can indeed assure you, that those are the happiest moments I spend, when I have opportunities of travelling among the Natives, and of personally recommending to them JESUS the Saviour of men. Yet I am not conscious of being at all out of my providential way. On the contrary, as I never forced myself into any of the works I have in hand, I take it as one proof, that Providence has opened my way before me;-and it would have been, I conceive, a dereliction of duty to have withdrawn myself from what appeared to me to be an urgent call from God. On this account, I cannot consider that part of my time to be thrown away, which I spend in translating the word of God. The translation of the Scriptures in a state of great forwardness. This work, I am happy to say, is going on well; and it often cheers a drooping feeling to reflect, that in a short time, the natives of Ceylon will have the whole of the word of life in their own language. After completing the Book of Genesis, the Psalms, and the Book of Proverbs, which was the order pointed out by the Bible Society, we began the Book of Exodus; this is now finished, and about half the Book of Leviticus. In this work, I find my old friend, Petrus Panditta, a most useful and able co-adjutor; and ary. with the Dictionary, which I find At present my hands are pretty full both tedious and laborious. But even to this work my mind is quite reconciled, when I consider the circumstances under which I engaged in it, and the great probability that it will, when completed, afford facilities to Missionaries desirous of learning Singhalese, which no other work, hitherto devised, can possibly do. My little retirement here has afforded me many precious opportunities of renewing my covenant with the LORD; and my approaches to the throne of grace have frequently been accompanied by the most joyful manifestations of his love to my soul. During the last quarter, my mind has been much more led out in prayer to Gon for you all. Extract of a Letter from Mr. NEWSTEAD, dated Negombo, April 10, 1820. My letter has necessarily been de- to communicate, and for which I have layed by my journey to attend the waited with much anxiety. Book-Committee; but I do not regret the circumstance, as I have hereby Projected extension of the Negombo obtained a piece of information relative to our work, which I feel desirous VOL. XLIV. APRIL, 1821. Circuit. I allude to the occupation of Chilaw * 2 N* |