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God, from the hour of her conversion to her dying day. She was enabled at all times to call God, Father, by the Holy Ghost; and felt that God, for Christ's sake, had pardoned her sins. Miss Richardson was no lukewarm professor of religion, but an active Christian; attentive to all the means of grace, which she considered as channels in which the streams of mercy flow. She loved Class-meetings, Prayer-meetings, and the Ministry of the holy word; and attended with diligence these ordinances of religion; believing the way of duty to be the way of safety. When unable to walk alone to the house of God, she has gone supported on each side by her affectionate parents. She had a peculiar pleasure in visiting the sick, in distributing religious tracts, and in relieving the distresses of the poor. The cause of God lay near her heart; and while her prayers ascended to heaven for its prosperity, both at home and abroad, her purse was open to every necessary call. During the last few months of her life, she was a daughter of severe affliction; but she drank the bitter cup with resignation, and by the grace of Jesus Christ was enabled to glorify God in the fire. During her affliction she had several conflicts with the enemy of souls; but by the shield of faith she was able to repel the darts of the adversary. Her affliction was very severe and protracted; but her language was," The more I am afflicted, the more I feel supported." She was remarkable for humility; looking upon herself as most unworthy. When I administered to her the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, she received the memorials of her Saviour's dying love in confidence that, through his propitiatory sacrifice, her soul was redeemed from all sin; and she exclaimed, "I trust only in Jesus Christ." The fear of death never seemed to prevail during the whole of her last illness: it was eutirely taken away; and she departed this life in the peace and joy of faith.

THOMAS SAVAGE.

7. Died at Walkhampton, Nov. 1st, Catharine Brian, aged forty-two years. She enjoyed the advantages of a religious education, and in early life was led to the experience and practice of true religion, of which she made a consistent profession during the remainder of her life. Her moral conduct was exemplary; she was regular and devout in her attendance upon the ordinances of religious worship, and greatly delighted in secret prayer. After being for some time in a state of indifferent

health, she became seriously ill on Thursday, Sept. 22d, 1825. For some days she appeared to be better, and hopes were entertained that she would recover; but on the 18th of October she was deeply impressed with a conviction that she should die: she began therefore to set her house in order, was soon filled with rapturous joy, and exclaimed, "Glory be to God! Jesus has washed me in his blood; he hath cleansed my soul from sin. He makes my bed in death to be as soft as downy pillows, Jesus is my all. O that the whole world could hear me; I would tell them how good the Lord is! I have done with earth, and with all below. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" She also often lifted up her hand, and said, "Victory, victory, through the blood of the Lamb. Jesus is confe for me, and I am going to glory. Farewell to all below. I am go ing home. Tell the people how good the Lord is. Jesus died for all. There is enough in Christ for all." She continued in this happy state for many hours, blessing and praising God in the most delightful strains. Her complaint afterwards affected her head, so that she became delirious for three days. On Sunday, Oct. 30th, she often appeared to be filled with divine love, and expressed herself in the most delightful language; and on the following Tuesday she began to change, and soon her happy spirit took its flight to the regions of glory, without a sigh, a struggle, or a groan.

JOHN BRIAN.

8. Died at Sileby, in the county of Leicester, Nov. 4th, Mrs. Ann Goude, widow of the late Mr. John Goude, of Cossington, in the seventy-eighth year of her age. In early life she was of a lively turn of mind, courteous and agreeable in her behaviour, and sought pleasure in earthly things. But on witnessing an awful providence, she was convinced that she was not prepared to die: she therefore bewailed her lost condition. Her repentance was deep; she saw that she was a sinner, and felt the anguish of a wounded conscience, which led her to pray," God be merciful to me a sinner." Having no peculiar prejudice against the Methodists, she attended their ministry, and by the blessing of God perceived that there was mercy to be obtained through the atonement of Christ. At length, however, He that has said, "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted," brought deliverance to her soul. She saw Christ by faith, and immediately all her sorrow

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was turned into joy. God gave his Spirit to witness with her spirit, that her sins were forgiven; she then thought that all nature rejoiced with her. Mr. John Furz was then in this Circuit, and gave her much instruction and advice; and she ever after looked upon him as her spiritual father. She was very diligent in attending the means of grace, although she had to go a mile to the nearest place of public worship; yet she would omit no opportunity of attending. When it pleased God to take her husband from this vale of tears, she removed to Sileby, the place where she regularly attended to hear the word of God; and her infirmities increasing, she has many times been heard to say, "I believe it is of the Lord that 1 came here. I would not change my situation for any place in the world; I am near the chapel, and among an affectionate people, and these are all the world to me.' Having but a small family, she had little to do with the cares of this world, and devoted herself to God and his cause. Having a considerable income at her own disposal, and a mind to do good with it, she made "the widow's heart to sing for joy, and the blessing of those that were ready to perish came upon her." If at any time a case of distress was mentioned to her, she would immediately call her servant and send relief, as occasion required. She was ready for every good work; the cause of God was dear to her; her -heart and hand were always open. In accordance with a desire she had long cherished, she bequeathed the sum of two hundred pounds for the use of the Methodist Society in this place. Her last illness began in the spring of this year. In her affliction she was divinely supported, and frequently said, "My afflictions are great, but the Lord supports me." O what cause have I to praise God for the mercies bestowed on me If I did not praise him, I should be the most ungrateful of all his creatures. Some years since she remarked, that she always saw something terrible in death; and, in allusion to this, she one day exclaimed, "The Lord has given me the victory over death." She lifted up her arms, and said with transport, "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? I could as freely lie down and die, as go to sleep. O how good is God to me!" She seldom had a high degree of joy, but always solid peace. In this instance, however, she was in raptures of delight. Her state of mind never

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August 9th.-At Shannon-Harbour, Ireland, at the house of her Brother, Henry Wheelock, Esq., Mrs. Mary Price, widow of the late Rev John Price, for many years a faithful Minister of Christ in the Methodist Connexion. She was converted to God in early life; and from that time, until she bade adieu to all things here below, she was a pattern of piety and resignation to the will of God. Some time before her death, I had the pleasure of conversing with her on the things of God; she was very happy in her soul, and said, that she had such commu. nion with God as to cause ber to "forget all time, and toil, and care." After an illness of a few hours, she was called to her eternal reward, in the seventy-sixth year of her age. A. N.

August 18th.-At Welsh Pool, the Rev. James Scholefield, Methodist Minister, in the seventy, sixth year of his age. He was greatly esteemed in the neighbourhood where he finished his course of labour and suffering. He entered into the work of the ministry, as an Itinerant Preacher, in the year 1793; but has been unable to travel for some years, owing to a hurt he received by the overturning of a coach, in which he was travelling. He has nevertheless engaged in the duties of his high calling, as a Supernumerary, as far as his health and strength would permit. He died in great peace. We committed his remains to the dust, in the church-yard of Llanllwchainn, within a mile of Newtown; a place which he chose for his interment some time since. J. W.

August 20th.-At Deptford, Elizabeth, wife of the Rev. John Burdsall, Methodist Minister, after an illness of several months. A further account of her may be expected. J. B.

August 24th.-At Marlborough, in the Hungerford Circuit, Mr. John Hall, aged sixty-nine. He was convinced of sin under the preaching of the Rev. R. Reece, and soon after joined the Methodist Society at Newbury. At that place be was a valuable Member, and for a period of nearly forty years was distinguished by his pious zeal and ardent attachment to the cause of Methodism. In this neighbourhood his memory will long be cherished by a wide circle of friends. The religion which he possessed in life was bis solace in death. He died in peace.

J. R.

September 5th.-At Upland, near Carmarthen, aged seventy-two, Miss Thomas. In early le she was personally acquainted with the Rev. John Wesley; and through a course of years was known and esteemed by many of the Preachers in his Connexion. She was libera to the poor and the cause of God. Her religious experience was not of a joyous kind; but as she drew near the close of life, her faith became more vigorous, and her end was peace. J. M.

GREGORY NAZIANZEN ON HIMSELF:

Translated from the Greek,

BY HUGH STUART BOYD, ESQ.

WHERE are my winged words? Dispers'd in air.
My vernal bloom, my youthful vigour, where?
Gone, gone for ever! And my brilliant famé?
Behold it glimmer, an expiring flame.

Where is my manly strength? Disease hath bent
My aged form, with pain and sickness rent.
Where is my wealth? Devoted to my God.
My parents sleep beneath the lowly sod;
Nor they alone: another hallow'd pair,
A sister and a brother slumber there.
Nought but my country unto me is left;
And now, through envy, ev'n of that bereft,
In helpless age o'er foreign fields I roam,
Far from my kindred, friends, and native home:
Torn from the altar, exil'd from my flock,
With wandering steps I meet the tempest's shock.

Where shall I lay my worn and wasted form?
What land will screen me from the ruthless storm?
What friendly tomb will heave its pitying breast,
And gently wrap me in sepulchral rest?

And O what hand my failing eyes shall close?
Say, will the friends of Jesus, or the foes?-

But wherefore dwell on trivial thoughts like those?
Whether I rest within a peaceful grave,

Or float unheeded on the buoyant wave;
Whether of vultures I become the prey,

Of ravenous beasts, or things more fell than they;
That is an empty, a degrading care.

Then spread my ashes in the viewless air,

Or hurt my corpse from some gigantic steep,

And bid it welter on the raging deep.

We all must rise, whate'er be made our tomb;
(Yet O! to many better were the doom
Of dread annihilation ;) for the day,
The last tremendous morn, will call away

:

The race of man, from earth's extremest bound,
Where'er their bones repose, their dust be found.
One thing I mourn one thing alone I dread,-
The judgment-seat of God! To hide my head
Iminur'd in gulfs profound, with gloom o'erspread,
And fiery floods begirt! O Christ in thee,
My strength, my wealth, my home, my all I see!
To thee my spirit I would fain resign,

With all my cares, and live for ever thine.

THE TEMPER OF JESUS TOWARDS MANKIND:
An Original Hymn:

BY THE REV. CHARLES WESLEY.

O MIGHT I, as my Lord, survey
With calm concern the world below!
He did not start, nor fly away,

Abhor the helpless sons of woe,
Himself from his own flesh 'conceal;
But stayed, and bore their utmost ill.

The city drunk with martyrs' blood

He saw with grief, but not with hate; With tears the harden'd ruffians view'd,

And tenderly bewail'd their fate; Commended to his Father's care, And sav'd them by his dying prayer.

THE HARP OF DAVID.

"And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that Davra took an harp and played with his hand so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him,”—1 Samı. xvi. 23.

O FOR the harp that David swept,
At whose divine entrancing sound
The evil spirit distance kept,

While holier visions hover'd round!
O for such harp in these our days,
To speak a God's, a Saviour's praise!
Then e'en on earth might song out-pour
That sweet, that full, triumphant

strain

Whose grateful notes should heavenward soar,

And there a gracious audience gain; While here below its hallow'd power Should aid devotion's happiest hour. Christian, would'st thou such harp possess?

May grace anoint thine eyes to see, And on thy mind this truth impress,The heart that instrument may be :

For never harp or lyre reveal'd
Such music as the heart can yield.

Not in its unregenerate state

Canst thou expect those strains to hear;

By sin unstrung, its accents grate

Renew'd by grace, and tun'd by love,
In discord on a heaven-touch'd ear:
Its harmony ascends above.

O then with melody it seems

To vibrate on each trembling string;
Each kindling thought and feeling teems
With songs as sweet as seraphs sing;
And music art could never frame
Is breath'd to its REDEEMER's Name.
BERNARD BARTON.

RETIREMENT :

BY THE REV. CHARLES WESLEY.

HENCE, lying world, with all thy care,
With all thy shows of good and fair,

Of beautiful, or great!

Stand with thy slighted charms aloof,
Nor dare approach my peaceful roof,
Or trouble my retreat.

Far from thy mad fantastic ways,
I here have found a lodging place
Of poor way-faring men:
Calm as the hermit in his grot,
I here enjoy my happy lot,

And solid pleasures gain.
Along the hill, or dewy mead,
In sweet forgetfulness I tread,

Or wander through the grove;
As Adam in his native seat,
In all his works my God I meet,
The object of my love.

I see his beauty in the flower;
To shade my walks, and deck my bower
His love and wisdom join:
Him in the feather'd quire I hear,
And own, while all my soul is ear,
The music is divine.

In yon unbounded plain I see
A sketch of His immensity

Who spans these ample skies,
Whose presence makes the happy place,
And opens in the wilderness

An earthly paradise.

O would He now himself impart,
And plant the Eden in my heart,

The sense of sin forgiven!
How should I then throw off my load,
And walk delightfully with God,
And follow Christ to heaven!

PSALM CXXX.

BY PHINEAS FLETCHER, 1633.

FROM the deeps of grief and fear,

O Lord, to thee my soul repairs:
From thy heaven bow down thine ear;

Let thy mercy meet my prayers.
O if thou mark what 's done amiss,
What soul so pure, can see thy bliss!
But with thee sweet mercy stands,
Sealing pardons, working fear :
Wait, my soul, wait on his hands;

Wait, mine eye; O wait, mine ear:
If he his eye or tongue affords,
Watch all his looks, catch all his words.

As a watchman waits for day,
And looks for light, and looks again;
When the night grows old and grey,

To be reliev'd he calls amain :
So look, so wait, so long mine eyes,
To see my Lord, my Sun, arise.
Wait, ye saints, wait on our Lord;

For from his tongue sweet mercy flows;
Wait on his cross, wait on his word;
Upon that tree redemption grows.
He will redeem his Israël

From sin and wrath, from death and hell.

Printed by Mills, Jowett, and Mills, (late Bensley,) Bolt-court, Fleet-street.

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