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DLXXXVII.Timely preparation for Death, By Rev. R. W. Dickinson, D.D.,

DLXXXIX.-The Fulness of Time, . . By Rev. W. A. Scott, D.D.,

DXC.—Heavenward Tendency of the Regene-

rated Soul, . .

By Rev. Alvan Bond, D.D.,

DXCI.-Christianity and the Grog-shop, By Rev. Daniel P. Noyes,

DXCII.-The Demands of Sinners Unreasona-

ble, . . . . . By Rev. Samuel Harris,

DXCIII.-The Reasonableness and Blessedness

of Prayer, . . . . By Rev. F. Snyder,

Believing against Appearances, . From the French of Rachat,

The Blood of Christ Purging the Con-

science, . .

. . By Rev. Edwin Hall, D.D.,

The Sinner a Robber, . . New-York Evangelist,

DXCIV.-"To whom shall we go?" or, the

Church Member in Doubt and

Distress, . . . By Rev. William Adams, D.D.,

DXCV.-The Good Woman, . . . By Rev. William Adams, D.D.,

Hinder me not; a short Sermon,. Anonymous,

Does God dwell in your House ? A Visit to your Family,

DXCVI.-The World's Fair; or, the Great

Exbibition of the Industry of all

Nations, in 1851, in London, By Rev. W. A. Scott, D.D.,

DXCVII.- Folly of amassing Wealth for Chil-

en, . . . . . By Rev. William Clift,


By Rev. George Shepard, D.D.,

DXCVIII. --Christ the Model of the Christian


By Rev. Joseph A. Copp,

DXCIX.-The Characteristics of True

God, . .

By Rev. Samuel Harris,

A Father's Influence,. . . By Rev. Joel Parker, D.D.,

Freedom from Soul Vurder, .


DC, --Life--not Death-the Great Argument

for Religion, • .,

By Rer. Henry M. Field,

DCI." And the Books were opened," . By Rev. Elbert S. Porter,

The Everlasting Rest,

The Way of Peace,

The Domestic Altar,

Bible in the Family,

DCII.-The Incomprehensibility of God, . By Rer. Wm. S. Plumer, D.D.,

PCIII.-Christ Alone, ,

By Rev. S. D. Phelps,

DCIV.-Bible Preaching,

By Rev. J. Manning Sherwood,

God's Pruning-Hooks,

N. Y. Evangelist.

DCV.-Face to Face,

By Rer. Joseph P. Thompson,

DCVI. ---Honoring God with our Substance, Ry Rev. Wm. M. Birchard,

All sufficiency of the Scriptures, X. Y. Evangelist,

Having no Hope, Eph. ü 39 . By Rer. J. M. Sherwood,

Foretastes of Mearen at the close of


Heavenly Home,

DCVII. - The Joy of Salvation,

DCTIU.Religious Declension,

By Rer, Edward Strong,

DCIX.-Adrantages of God's Gracious Pres.

ence,. . . . By Rer. G. A. Calhoun, D.D.,

PCX-Half Day Hearers, . . By Rev. A, D. Smith, D.D.,

PCXI.-Profitless Hearing,

. By Rer, J. T. Tucker,

DCXII.--Heaven entered through Christ the

. By Rer. Emerson Davis, D.D.,

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But a few days before this message was addressed to Hezekiah, he was trembling in mortal apprehension. Sennacherib, king of the Assyrians, was approaching the gates of the holy city: his mighty hosts intimidated all thought of resistance : an overthrow, at once inevitable and exterminating, threatened all Judah. But the prayer of Hezekiah is heard. The angel of the Lord passed by night over the camp of the Assyrians, and “in the morning, behold, an hundred, fourscore, and five thousand, were all dead." In vain does Sennacherib betake himself to flight : he meets his death at the altar of his idol-god, and by the hands of his own sons ! Jerusalem is again restored to tranquility, and Hezekiah rejoices in the midst of his people.

But how uncertain our prosperities ! how short-lived our joys! Behold the king who but yesterday was so miraculously rescued from the destruction which threatened both him and his people. The sounds of joy and rejoicing have ceased. Silence deep and ominous, reigns throughout the palace. Some within its spacious halls move to and fro with noiseless steps; others sit apart with downcast looks; while throughout the city, the people seem anxious and depressed.

It is true: Hezekiah, king of Judah, is sick unto death; and the message which has just been sent unto him, by the

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prophet, is—“Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die and not live."

My hearers, the same God that made and preserved, and at last removed Hezekiah from the land of the living, made, and sustains us ; and our times are in his hands. He is the Lord God omnipotent—the Creator, Preserver, and Disposer of all existences. It is his skill that we perceive in our frames, so curiously and wonderfully made ; his invisible agency that rescues us from danger, and conducts us in safety ; his mighty arm that lights up for us the sun in the firmament so that we may pursue our avocations, and again that draws around us the curtains of darkness that we may rest ; his goodness that gathers comforts around our habitations, and strews our pathway with flowers—and when he takes away our breath, this most wonderful mechanism falls to pieces, and crumbles into dust. Amazing change! though familiar to observation, yet no less painful and affecting to contemplate. The eye cannot look out on the objects of its pleasure; the ear cannot take in the voice of love, nor the strains of melody ; the hand cannot put itself forth to its wonted task; the tongue cannot move in utterance, nor the countenance reflect the varying hues of thought. The heart has ceased to beat : paleness overspreads the face that once bloomed with health ; stiffness, and coldness, and dissolution are fast creeping through the frame that so lately glowed with life and warmth, and moved in the dignity of strength, or the gracefulness of action. The man is dead: the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit to him that gave it.

Were it God's good pleasure, he might put to flight the diseases which lurk around our path ; might revive our languishing breath, and renovate our decaying "frames; might even close the mouth of the pit, and clothe our lives with immortality on earth, with the same facility that he now crowns them with loving kindnesses and tender mercies; but in the sovereign councils of his own will, he has otherwise ordered.

It is he, and he alone, that has preserved your lives through another year; and the message which he sends unto you, by the lips of an unworthy servant, on this the first Sabbath of a new year, is the same message that was sent by the Prophet, to the king of Judah : Set thine house in order ; for thou shalt die and not live.

It is true that neither the hour, nor the day, nor even the year, of our decease can be known by us. At what stage of human existence we shall breathe our last, has been concealed from us, and for what reasons, we need not inquire ; but it is certain that we must all die. The decree has gone forth against our apostate race : Dying, thou shalt die. “ Death

has passed on all men, for that all have sinned ;” and every thing around us, as well as the Word of truth proclaims this solemn lesson. O mortal! you may build your walls broad and high ; you may flee from clime to clime-summon to your aid the imposing phalanx of art and science, or stand impiously sublime in single-handed defiance of the king of terrors : you may think yourself too obscure for the notice of Death, or too elevated for his reach, or of too much importance to the community to be in danger of his shafts ;-'tis all in vain! that position will not secure you ; those honors will not dazzle the Argus-eyed monster ; that goodness will not disarm his rage ; those possessions will not bribe him ; those loud prayers will not pierce his leaden ears ; the tears of those helpless children will not touch his heart ; the united petitions of a prostrate community will not change his fell purpose : “ Thou shalt die and not live.” That is the destiny thou canst not shun, and towards which thou art driven with a rapidity thou canst not resist. “ Thou shalt say unto corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.” Thou shalt at last go down into the dark, cold sepulchre. On its threshold, thou shalt part with all thy possessionsthere take thy last look of all that is glorious in those heavens, and beauteous in this earth, and dear amid the objects of time and sense : then drawing thy winding sheet about thee, thou shalt lay thy head upon earth's damp lap, and sleep the sleep of death!

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What follows ? is the question naturally suggested.

“ If there is no alternative," says one, “why, I must die, and there is an end of me. The light and comforts of this warm and well-known home are indeed to be preferred to the cold, dark grave, and the endurance of any present ills rather than of those of which we are ignorant ; but then death is an event to which man must submit alike with the beasts of the field, the fowls of the air, and the fish of the sea. If thus regarded, the mind will become familiarized to its aspect, as it does to the general phenomena of nature. Or, if viewing it as a physical necessity cannot divest it of terror to the mind, then banish all thought of it; and when you obviously can live no longer, 'screw your courage up,' and make the best of a necessary evil. It is your vain imaginings that cause you so much concern. Look at the grave through the perspective of reason. There you can neither regret nor fear, neither think nor feel. You revert to your original nothingness; or should your spirit live hereafter how will it rejoice in all the ecstasy of recovered freedom from a body which cramped its motions and enfeebled its powers !"

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