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he went himself through the parish with the churchwardens to solicit the assistance of others. He liberally subscribed to the poor every Christmas; encouraging the children in reading, and repeating chapters and the catechism. On the Sunday his dinner was always cold, that all the servants might attend divine service twice in the day.” " A lady, who constantly attended Mr. C.’s Inimistry at Reading, has sent me the following Prayer, which he generally used before his sermon, and which frequent repetition had fixed in her memory. “O Lord! of thine own gift it cometh that we do unto Thee true and laudable service; of thy great grace it is, that we have the Word of Life and Salvation before us; and, of thy still greater grace, that we have the promise of the Spirit of Life that gave it, to bless that word, and to make those means effectual. We are waiting for this loving-kindness of thine, O Lord: we look for it in this Ordinance of thine own appointment: we ask it in the Name of Jesus Christ. Oh send us not empty away! Open thine Heavens, and come down: stir up thy strength, and come amongst us: bear some fresh testimony to the Word of thy grace this day: carry it, in the demonstration of thy Spirit and power, to the hearts and consciences of this Church and People. Hear us, thou God of our Salvation; and answer and accept us, in the Name and for the sake of the Lord Jesus Christ! who, in mercy, hath taught us thus t pray. Our Father, &c.” The reader, I think, will agree with me, that even these brief and scattered accounts of such a man ought not to be lost. If, as we observed at the beginning, his life cannot, like the lives of some others, amuse by variety of vicissitude and anecdote, it was because duty fixed his foot, and vigilance his eye, within the limits of his appointment: he gladly, however, secured any and every opportunity to spend and be spent as a Minister of Christ. Our Brother differed toto caelo from the timid, who shrink to nothing at the sneer of a fop —the delicate, who can only move where the path of duty is carpeted—or the frigid and half-hearted, who require a thousand reasons to take a useful step. I will not, however, affirm, that he did not sometimes err on the contrary extreme: his last illness is supposed to have originated in the quantity of extra duty, which he undertook upon a particular occasion; and I shall here relate another instance of this, to which I was a witness, though it seems to tell against myself. Being oppressed with my undertaking as Sunday-Evening Lecturer of Christ-Church, SpitalFields, I requested Mr. Cadogan to assist me, though he had to come from Chelsea after doing the duty of his own Church. He came, however, with great readiness: but, on ascending the pulpit, and perceiving the extent of voice necessary to fill the largest Parish Church in London, crowded from end to end, he so exerted himself, as to burst a vein, which filled his mouth and throat with blood: but deeply impressed with his subject, and animated at seeing such a vast multitude hanging upon his lips, he determined, if possible, to sustain the continued inconvenience. Some of us, indeed, perceived by his frequent interruptions, and his putting his handkerchief so often to his mouth, that something was amiss; but his zeal was so unrepressed by the accident, that he reminded us, for near an hour, of the Basils and Chrysostoms of better days—Ministers of whom it was said, that they thundered in the pulpit, and lightened in conversation. Nor ought I to forget to mention, what I so often have had opportunity for remarking, that his fervent zeal was attended with an unfeigned charity.—“I do not,” says the admirable Pascal, “admire a man who has one virtue in perfection, if he does not possess the opposite virtue in an equal degree. This was the accomplishment of Epaminondas, that he had the greatest valour with the greatest humanity.—A man never shews true greatness in being fixed at one end of the line; but he shews it to admiration, if he touches both extremities at once, and fills and illustrates all between.” - -, * * This is true; and yet, methinks, Mr. Pascal

might have illustrated his rule by a better standard than Epaminondas: that is, by a Character which no man could invent; and who exhibited every virtue, perfect in kind, and perfect in contrast. He, indeed, by the application of this rule, stands discovered as the chief among ten thousand, and altogether lovely; but who besides himself could ever abide the test? - -

A measure, however, of this excellence, not only in temper but in sentiment, I have often remarked in my friend.—He had been brought up, and certainly remained to the last, what Jmany would call a High Churchman; but I have heard him express the most heartfelt satisfaction at the success of a steady and evangelical Dissenter.—“ Christ is preached,” he would say, “ and I therein do rejoice, yea, and will rejoice.” It also as fully appears that he was a decided Calvinist; but he was the reverse of a bitter and contentious one. Firmly as Mr. C. held, the more clear and important truths of revelation, and in which enlightened men of all ages have sufficiently agreed, he was, nevertheless, aware how much human explications have obscured others:—points, which have been maintained or opposed by the ignorant and rash with a desperate confidence; but which the learned, handle with caution, and the humble study, like pious Hervey, on their knees. But, settled as he was in his own views, he was so far from undervaluing or

weakening the hands of a useful minister on account of what he deemed only an error in his judgment of no very dangerous tendency, that I know some good men, and wise men too, who could not have kept pace with him on the following occasion. When I recommended to him Mr. Robinson as a curate, he told me he had been treating with Mr. Powel, who had been mentioned to him as a truly pious and useful man, but who had written to him, objecting that their creeds were somewhat different; and that he could not preach Particular Redemption. “I wrote for answer,” said Mr. C. “come to me directly, and preach among us Redemption freely, fully, and eternally by the blood of Christ; and cross general and particular out of your Creed.” The same may be said as to his reading. Thoroughly settled in his mind and determined in his principles, he gave Archbishop Leighton the preference to any human author: but you might have found him remarking with delight on the works of Fenelon or Quesnel, of Baxter or Erskine, of Bishop Horne or his biographer Jones; though, on some points, he could not but wish that they had expressed themselves otherwise.—“ They that are not against us,” he would say, “are on our side.” It has often been remarked, how much a congregation, in a course of time, is formed by the

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