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frivolous objection. I dwell on this subject for the benefit of those professors, among whom the light of eternal life still shineth, and a heart of paternal love still watcheth, but by whom neither are duly prized.
Our brother observed the operation of this division with much concern, and expressed it to his intimate friends. I could mention several expressions of his uneasiness on the account, which I wish not to record: but what he mentioned to Lady Catherine Murray discovers so much of the character of a true Shepherd, that I ought not to omit it. After informing her of the above particulars, “I sent,” said he, “for some young men, to whom my ministry had been blessed, and who, I suspected, had been tampered with by this faction; and, after discoursing some time with them on the danger of their being drawn aside, and my own distress on their account, they burst into tears: they wept, nor could I refrain from weeping with them.”
I have now delivered to the reader such particulars as I could collect, and have delivered them as I received them; omitting nothing that I could consider as authentic, or worth insertion: and I believe that any error which may be discovered can be but slight and circumstantial, at most. In the remarks which I have made, I have studiously endeavoured to cut off occasion of offence from
such as seek occasion: but I know the difficulty, if not impossibility of this; and therefore must repose in a good intention, and the consciousness of having declared what I believe to be the truth.
We now come to that period when the Church felt a shock, which, in some respects, it had not felt for years before. When we thought, from Mr. C.’s age, vigour, and importance, that his splendid lamp would shine for many years to come, and when it was not even known that he had been ill, it was said, “He is dead.” Such, indeed, was the shock to myself and other of his intimate friends, that lamentation could only give place to reflections like these:–“Who, after this, can plan upon years to come, from present health or importance of station?—Or who can pretend to be the Interpreter of a Providence that often defies even conjecture?—What is the value of that hope, which could make such a man willing to depart!—and, What an admonition to us all to work while it is day!
His last moments, however, are of too decisive and interesting a nature to be slightly marked; and, therefore, after having compared the account published in the Sermon preached at his funeral, with the remarks made by those who attended him, I shall conduct the reader to a scene always affecting, and sometimes highly instructive.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate,
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life; quite in the verge of heav'n.—
You see the man: you see his hold on heav'n.
Heav'n waits not the last moment; owns her friends t" On this side death; and points them out to men.
Mr. Robinson, his curate, having business from home, Mr. C. undertook the whole duty of his Church, on Sunday, January 7, at which he read prayers, and preached three times. It was a severe day; and, after his evening duty, he walked out to baptize a child. By these exertions he appears to have been injured.
On Thursday evening, January 12, he was seized, after preaching upon Psalm lxvii. 1. with
an inflammation in his bowels; medical assistance
being called in, he was considerably relieved.
On Tuesday, the 17th, about one o'clock in the afternoon, he relapsed, and seemed persuaded that he should not recover; saying, “This is for the grave.” Upon his going to bed, Mrs. C. asked him if he could pray: he said, “Yes." She said, “Are you happy in your soul?” he said, “Yes, happy, happy, happy! all is safe: but bring me the Bible and read.”—“Where,” said she, “shall I read?” He replied, “Where you will.” She opened at the v111th Chapter of Proverbs; and, when she came to the words Whoso findeth me findeth life, he said, “Stop, stop; that is enough for me.” Soon after she read to him the xxiiid Psalm, when he began to doze.
About two o'clock he said to his medical attendant, “I shall die; but I bless God all my affairs, temporal and spiritual, are settled.” Through the afternoon he continued in great agony, but without the least appearance of impatience.
At eight, he called Mrs. Cadogan, and said, “I don't think I shall recover;” and, after speaking to her about some temporal concerns, he blessed her. She then lay down by him, and he put his arms round her, and said, “I cannot return to you, but you shall come to me.—Set the Lord before you in all your ways, and that will bring you peace at the last.” o
In the evening he grew easier, and thought himself better; but, at ten o’clock, he felt himself so much worse, that he said to his medical attendant, “I am going—I am dying—it is well— I die in the faith of the Lord Jesus, and in love with all mankind;" and concluded with an expression of peculiar affection towards all christian brethren; but, as his voice faultered and was very low, the precise words could not be ascertained.
About twelve o'clock, he said to the same gentleman, (pressing at the same time his hand very affectionately as he sat by the bed side) “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not to thine own understanding : in all thy ways acknowledge Him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
During his illness, he was continually uttering vol. i. S
passages of Scripture. At one time he said, with exultation, “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me:"—and, probably recollecting the last words of the venerable Minister whom he was following to glory, he cried, “Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, blessed for ever and ever,” and added “AMEN 1" with an energy that surprised the hearers. . To one, who stood weeping at his bed, he said, “Grieve not for me: I am taken away from the evil to come:” and soon after added, “ Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.” His deeply afflicted partner, who incessantly watched him with her arm under his head, about two o'clock on the Wednesday morning begged him to pray for her, particularly, that she might follow him whither he was going : he said “Seek the Lord, and be resigned to his will, and you shall.” Perceiving his departure near, he called for a servant who had lived many years with him, and said, “I thank you for all your faithful services: God bless you.” From a difficulty of breathing he suffered much, but was observed to be continually praying; repeating, at times, “Not my will, but thine be done;” and, praying, departed to begin his work of eternal praise, January 18, 1797, aged 46.