ly, and help me to rely upon thee more fully.-Thou knowest my heart; give me to see myself as thou seest me; and whether my days be many or few, may they all be devoted to thee.-Lord, deepen thy work of grace in my heart.-I know thou art with me; but, oh! shine more fully upon my soul !-My grief and trouble are known to thee, O LORD! Enable me to stand as the beaten anvil to the stroke." In her last affliction, she sometimes regretted that she could not rejoice more in her sufferings, which were very great. Nevertheless, she spoke with much pleasure of passing through the valley of the shadow of death; and enjoyed much peace, and constant tranquillity. Jos. TAYLOR, Sen. (9.) On Saturday, April 14, 1821, at Oxwich, Glamorganshire, SouthWales, in her 70th year, died MARTHA, wife of MR. R. RowE, who was an intimate friend of the late Rev. John Wesley, a companion of that great man in some of his travels through South Wales, and has been forty-four years a Leader and Local Preacher in the Methodist connexion. Mrs. Rowe's mother, whose maiden name was Price-a branch of the very respectable family of that name, formerly of Penllyngare, was a truly pious woman. She was blind for several years before her death. Often did she call the writer of these lines, when a child, to read to her the 5th chapter of Matthew, and the 8th of the Romans; and in her expiring moments gave him her solemn benediction. Her brother, Mr. John Price, after his father's death, removed to London, and was received into the Royal household: and being possessed of fine vocal powers, used to sing before his late Most Excellent Majesty: From the very high respect which Mrs. R. entertained for the venerated names of WESLEY and GEORGE the THIRD, she often expressed a wish, when young, that the date of their invaluable lives might be extended beyond her own. The work of grace on her soul, which adorned every successive year of her earthly pilgrimage, until it was consummated in glory, began at an early period of her life. It indeed gilded its early dawn; for at the time of the introduction of Methodism into Gower, by the zealous and indefatigable Thomas Taylor, in 1762, she was among the first persons who met in class, although she was then only eleven years of age. In 1774, during the itinerancy of Mr. C. Watkins, in the Glamorgan circuit, Mrs. R. and her future husband, to whom she was truly a "help meet" for upwards of 39 years, both regularly joined the Society, and she continued a steady, consistent, and pious member nearly 50 years, until death removed her to a fairer clime. This pair, at the commencement of their christian course, used frequently to walk together to the neighbouring villages of Reynoldstone, and Porteynon, to hear Mr. Hiscock, a pious minister, and in returning home, conversing on what they had heard, their hearts would burn within them, as they "talked with JESUS by the way." Mrs. R., in her frequent visits to Bristol, always availed herself of the golden opportunities of meeting and hearing Mr. Wesley, as she did also, when he visited Wales. From the year 1788, until her death, the receiving of the preachers into their house, was to her and to her family, a continual source of pleasure and of spiritual profit. The principal graces which adorned her soul, were, patience, meekness, humility, and resignation. Not murmur nor complaint ever issued from her lips, although she long suffered great affliction, especially from the asthma, which finally terminated her life. Her disposition was amiable, frank, benevolent, and affectionate. The poor, the distressed, and the disconsolate, were never sent empty away. During the sad season of scarcity in the spring of 1800, in the same venerable barn, where, in the days of her husband's forefathers, the soldiers of Cromwell had turned in their voracious steeds to devour and destroy, did this sympathizing matron stand and deal out her corn to the poor, until the whole was literally exhausted. Her benevolence, like His who suffers "not a sparrow to fall to the ground without his notice," ex tended to the inferior animals. During the summer months she used to provide seeds of various kinds; and, in the winter, when the frost or snow had closed up, from the feathered songsters, their free and common supplies, she would scatter the seeds among them with a liberal hand. It was delightful to observe how those creatures hailed her approach. No monarch when he walked abroad had ever so numerous, and certainly none so affectionate and grateful a retinue of dependents. Her maternal affection was very great, and it was called forth into full and sometimes painful exercise. One sweet boy was drowned whilst bathing, when only five years old. Another son, whose adventurous steps her heart had anxiously followed during seven years' exposure to the combined danger of the ocean and of war, fell, in the bloom of youth, a victim to the brain-fever, in the gulf of Mexico: Another, her youngest son, who had often borne the pelting of the pitiless storms on the shores of Newfoundland, had been exposed to dreadful hurricanes within the tropics, and once was swept off the deck into the great Atlantic, in Dec. last, suddenly slipped from the gunwhale of his boat in the London river, and in an instant found a watery grave. And another son, (not least beloved) has been called to pass through scenes, darker to him than death. Those only who have felt "a mother's love" know how to sympathize in events like these. "A mother's love, how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? As much of heaven as heart can Nor through eternity grows cold; Her last illness continued only five days. On Monday morning she walked with her husband in the garden, apparently as well as she had been for some time, and assisted in pruning and propping up some favourite plants and flowers. That night she was seized with a cold shivering, to which she was fre quently subject, and therefore no apprehensions of danger were entertained. being called to preach an occasional On Tuesday, Mr. Rowe sermon at Middleton, about five miles distant, she expressed some anxiety, lest he should not return in time to meet Mr. Brook, the Preacher; observing, "I shall not be able to attend preaching to-night." On Thursday the disorder continued unabated; yet she broke forth as well as her panting breath would permit: "O for a thousand tongues to sing, My great Redeemer's praise! And then said, "I have not lately would." She had always been exbeen able to praise the LORD as I ceedingly timid and cautious in speaking of her religious experience; but she now said, "I have long had a sure trust and confidence in the LORD." Indeed it was evident she had been ripening fast for her great reward, during the last winter. On Friday night her eldest daughter, and a female friend, sat up with her. About midnight, her husband who had just lain down in an adjoining room, hearing his daughter call, instantly sprang up, and lifted the pious companion of his childhood and youth, and the endeared wife of his manhood and age, in his arms: Her breath came quicker, and quicker, and softer, so that he could scarcely discern the last, when her happy spirit took its flight to the mansions of bliss. The "lovely allusion, and in some cases is espeappearance of death" is a common cially true. Her mortal remains were remarked by many to be the sweetest they had ever seen. A greater sensation of sympathetic affection was, perhaps, never excited in any neighbourhood, than was excited by her death. Many bitterly lamented that they had not seen her in her last illness; especially Mrs. H., a member of Sir Christopher Cole's family, who, it now appeared, had been brought to a saving knowledge of the truth by the instrumentality of this departed saint. The most cordial respect for her fragrant memory was evinced by the immense concourse of the inhabitants of Gower, who attended her funeral. Kilmarnock. (10.) Died, June 1, 1819, THOMAS BADDILEY. He was the first child of his parents, and, to use his own was the fondling ;" in conwords, sequence of which, indulgencies were bestowed upon him. His desires after them increased as they increased. As he often wished for things which he could not obtain, he on many occasions became peevish and fretful; and as he grew in years his temper became more stubborn, and the seeds of depravity sprang up in greater abundance in his heart. Although early taught that there is a GoD, the Maker and Preserver of all things; that the great duties of affection and of obedience are due to parents; that sin will not go unpunished, nor holiness unrewarded; yet sin reigned: "His nature he obey'd, His own desires spuru'd." About the 14th year of his age he came to Derby, and was apprenticed to a pious uncle. The additional restraints now put upon him, the beauty and excellency of religion as exemplified in the spirit and conduct of a fellow-apprentice, and above all the gracious influence of GOD the HOLY GHOST, awakened his attention more forcibly to the state and concerns of his soul. Like many other enquirers after salvation, however, he wanted more clear and distinct views of God's saving plan." I felt willing," he writes, "to give up every sin, even that which most easily beset me, and was resolved, by the grace of GoD, that nothing should hinder me from obtaining the blessing 1 so much wanted.' "Yet he was hindered. He sat up several nights successively, until beyond the hour of midnight, chiefly employing himself in reading his Bible, and in prayer; but, fondly imagining the LORD would certainly hear him for these things, he found each night only brought new sorrow. This state of mind, through the mercy and kindness of GOD, did not continue long. GOD gave him to see that, as he was a fallen, so he was a a helpless creature; that he could only come to the FATHER, through the Son, by the HOLY SPIRIT; that self, and self-dependence, must yield to the power and reign of the LORD most Mighty. On Thursday night, March 7, 1816, he retired to rest, with a very languid expectation of mercy and salvation, but in the morning a bright ray of confidence sprung up in his mind: it was the day-star from on high. He felt a hope that the LORD would satisfy his soul with good things, and that he would do it that day. About half past nine o'clock, he bowed himself before JEHOVAH in prayer. He pleaded with him as a man with his friend; the Scriptures furnished him with arguments, and he was willing to be saved on GOD'S own terms," by grace, through faith." He believed: He trusted on the atoning blood of Jesus for salvation, for present salvation; nor did His words are, he trust in vain. "O the joy which instantly sprang up in my mind! The very idea that my sins were pardoned, produced exquisite delight! But when I considered myself a child of God! an heir of glory! I sang the praises of GoD in an extacy. soul seems ab In February, 1819, compelled by sickness, he returned to his father's house, at Castle Donnington; where he daily ripened for eternal glory. On the 30th of April, he desired his father to leave him for a short time; on returning, Thomas said, “ I have been meditating on the glories of the heavenly world: my sorbed almost in the prospect. 0 what a view I have had of heaven! I could give up all and depart. is well! All is well!" On the 9th of May, his mother asked him how he felt his mind? He replied, "1 am very happy, bless the LORD!" On her remarking the goodness of GOD in not confining the blessing of salvation to the rich, he exclaimed, "O the price of redemption! It is What I feel is not to be free for all! All expressed. One moment in heaven will compensate for all our troubles here. I should be glad to see my uncle, to tell him what I feel. Allis right; just right, bless the LORD." On Sunday, May 30, he said, “O could the world hear me, I would tell what JESUS has done; O precious JESUS! this is worth living, worth dying for. O what an overflow of It carries love! Heaven is here. me above suffering. Let us all sing the praises of GOD. Glory! Glory!" To his only brother he said, "Live to God. Do promise me that you will live to GoD. Read your Bible: it it a precious book. Commit a verse to memory every day. O Eternity! Shun the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone! This is my dying advice." On Tuesday, June the 1st, at six o'clock in the evening, this precious youth grasped his father's hand, and without a lingering groan, fell asleep in JESUS CHRIST, aged 18 years and 10 months. “Thrice happy spirit, thou hast 'scap'd away, And left our darkness for the light of day; The tumults of this life affict no more, (11.) MRS. ANN M'ALLUM was born January 24, 1796; and died April 15, 1821. The distinguishing feature of her character was humility: it appeared in her looks, in her speech, and in all that she did. Except in the presence of her most intimate friends, she spoke little. Her silence was not the consequence of incapacity; for she was capable of much and original reflection: nor of insensibility, for her feelings were acute: but of a severe judgment of her own ability, and a generous estimate of that of others. She was not ambitious of distinction, but shrunk from notice almost as studiously as some seek it. An entire stranger to affectation, she was simple and sincere in all her words; and was rigidly scrupulous, to say nothing more or Jess than she meant to express. Hence there was no affected precision in her language, but a correctness expressive of the delicacy of her perception and discrimination. Her tenderness of spirit was uncommon, and always wore an air of sadness, till the last months of her life. She was often cheerful, but seldom gay: her's was the joy of a mind rendered happy by the happiness of those it tenderly affects: and her's was the sadness of one, whose sympathies are painfully awakened in behalf of others. Satirical composition always gave her pain; nor could wit and eloquence recommend them to her taste. She acknowledged the talent, but reprobated the mode of its employment. The best poetical productions of the present and former ages were read by her with taste and feeling; but not without discrimination of what was more or less valuable, and preference of superior talent where she found it. To subjects of importance, such as the doctrines of our faith, she gave a patient and laborious consideration: not that she might dispute unsettled points, for that she never did; but that she might be satisfied on every question whose issue bore on experience and practice. In hearing the Gospel she felt herself alone nister; and the writer remembers to in the presence of GoD, and his Mihave been struck with the deep and tender solemnity of her manner, as being that of one who has effectually banished every object of worldly concern. She was full of fears: thunder and lightning, storm and hail, awakened awful emotions in her mind. But in the occurrence of real danger, she was calm and collected, On one occasion a gig in which we both rode, was thrown to the ground by the stumbling of the horse: she uttered no cry, made no effort to escape, and was providentially saved from injury in consequence of her presence of mind. And on that solemn evening, which can never pass from my recollection, when the curtain of death was closing fast on my much-loved friend, nothing could exceed the composure of her mind; except it were the agitation of my own, rendered the inore deep by her request that I would suppress my feelings. A She had made profession of an interest in CHRIST for six years; and she regarded the REV. HENRY GREY as her spiritual father. Her convictions were very powerful, and of an awful kind: they were followed by comfort and assurance; and these again, were impaired by the injudicious conduct of some who professed a christian friendship for her. calm and settled peace was afforded to her in her illness, and particularly towards its close. She had no extraordinary triumph, but heavenly composure filled her heart, and beamed in her countenance. Almost the last words she uttered were, May Goo be as gracious to you, and my mother, when you come to die, as he is to me.' DAN. M'ALLUM. Dalkeith, near Edinburgh. 66 STANZAS.---(Original.) I LONG a lay from heaven to hear, O! that some Cherub, in his flight Pour forth their hymns of joy and love! The Pilgrims who have reach'd their home With friends and loves encircled round, Want not the stream like them who roam Through desart-wilds, and thirsty grounds! 0. FRAGMENT OF A POEM ON MARY MAGDALENE. (Original.) Not Egypt's Queen, or Troy's illustrious Maid, Though both were rob'd in beauty's richest dress; Not Laura, though unto her loveliness A Poet his perpetual homage paid: Not these I envy; but there yet is one, For whose blest lot too frequently I sigh; Her, who with fond attach'd fidelity Followed her LORD, as sun-flower to the sun Turns its bright leaves for him to shine upon Ah! MAGDALENE! how dear to me the story Of all thy tender tears, and tend'rer love, When lowly bending at His feet, above HE look'd on thee in mild forgiving glory, And wip'd thy tears away,---and from that hour A hallow'd joy that earth could ne'er impart, Constant, unfailing, dwelt within thy heart; And Virtue, Peace, and Love were then thy dower, Angels! that guarded thee from sin's tyrannic power. Then thou with humble hope, and sacred fear, Didst hover round thy SAVIOUR and thy Friend, Following thy suffering Master to the end: Last at his Cross! first at his Sepulchre ! LINES 0. Written after returning from a LOVE-FEAST. (Original.) Oh! were it as in ancient days, When JESU's favour on me shone; When all my happy life was praise, And when my heart was His alone! How have the world, and self, and sin, The temple of the LORD defil'd; Stain'd all the purity within, And all the beauteous fabric spoil'd! Hark! how the sons of Zion tell HOW CHRIST their faith and love maintains: They triumph o'er the powers of hell, And drag the world and self in chains: From conqu'ring unto conquer, they In JESU's name and power go on; And nobly win their wid'ning way, In pressing t'wards the' eternal crown : While I of all my glory shorn, Of faith, of love, of comfort void, The absence of my SAVIOUR-GOD! Oh! raise to heaven thy weeping eyes--"No more the notes of sadness sing: "Thy JESUS ever lives above, "For thee---for thee to intercede : "His bleeding, everlasting Love, "Before his FATHER's throne to plead "Oh! cast thy guilty soul on him; "Believe his purchas'd, promis'd grace; "And find him mighty to redeem, "And cleanse from all unrighteousness!" LORD, I believe thy love and power Are able now to save my soul ! D. A HYMN BY KRISHNU, And now a Preacher of the Gospel. But, O my soul, forget Him not. Infinite truth and mercy shine In HIM, and he himself is thine; His NAME shall cheer and warm my heart; *The Hindoo name of THE ONE GOD. Printed by T. CORDEUX, 14, City-Road, Larusion. |