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Yet thy inherent essence pierc'd the gloom, Piercing nature's utmost bounds, And with renew'd effulgence shone more The arch-angelic trump resounds, bright,

That wakes to second life the saints that More glorious, more divine. The yielding sleep in dust.

tomb Resignd its Pearl of everlasting light,

And see! they hear, they rise!

From the tomb's distended portal, And Satan's empire fled before Jehovah's Light they spring to life immortal; might.

Thronging myriads press the air, Worthy art thou, in whom display'd That scarce the countless hosts can bear,

The fulness of the Father's love Loos'd from the bands of death, and soaring Supremely shines, for thou art made

to the skies. His All in. All of heaven above.

CHORUS Thrones and dominions own thy sovereign Exalted o'er the rest, power,

In that bright celestial dwelling, And heaven's bright armies to thy sceptre bear In glory, as in worth, excelling, Their homage due: thy worth they all adore, Mercy leads her chosen band : And in their loud hosapnas thee declare, Round their Redeemer's throne they stand, Triumphant Prince of Peace, th' eternal Son, And every deed of love with ten-fold joys is Who for man's ruin'd race eternal life hast blest.

won. Thou who didst stay the flaming sword, THE RENOVATION OF THE CHRYSALIS.

That hung impendent o'er the head Taken from the Naturalists' Miscellany. Of sinful man, unveil thy word;

The helpless, crawling caterpillar trace, Still to its page our footsteps lead.

From the first period of his reptile race. As by thy power our suffering Lord arose

Cloth'd in dishonour, on the leafy spray Nor death, nor grave, of vict'ry e'er shall

Unseen he wears his silent hours away; boast,

Till satiate grown of all that life supplies, Soshall those mansions where thiedead repose, Self-taught, the voluntary martyr dies. Lead to the frontiers of that blissful coast, Deep under earth his darkling course he Where joys immortal shall for ever grow,

bends, And permanent delights in copious rivers flow. And to the tomb, a willing guest, descends; Hastc, happy day! with truth adoru There long secluded in his lonely cell,

The longing nations of the earth); Forgets the sun, and bids the world farewell. When by its light they all shall turn O’er the wide waste the wintry tempests

To God, and view their Saviour's wortb. reign, Haste, happy day, with love and joy repléte! And driving snows usurp the frozen plaju: When all the works of darkness, base and Invain the tempest beats, thewhirlwind blows, foul,

No storm can violate his grave's repose. Shall speed their flight far hence, nor dare to But when revolving months have won their

way, Him who shall urge his power from pole to When smile the woods, and when the zephyrs pole:

play ; When eastern nations shall draw near to God, When laughs the vivid world in summer's And find the sacred way to his supreme abode.

bloom, I. S. Hebursts, and flies triumphant from the tomb

And while his new-born beauties he displays, The following Psalm of praise, some years with conscious joy his altered form surveys since, was sung by the children of Christ's. Mark, while he moves amid the sunny beaun Hospital, on the Monday and Tuesday in O'er his soft wings the varying lustres glcam Easter week: the words by the Rev. A. Trol Launch'd into air, on purple plumes h lope. The Christians' joy is the resurrection

soars, of their Lord; through it they can look Gay nature's face, with wanton glance, es with triumph over the tomb!

plores ; Pontefract.

J. FIELDEN. Proud of his various beauties, wings his way Shout, shout for joy, ye dead! And spoils the fairest flowers, himself mo Bursting from t' e grave's dark prison,

fair than they Mighty Vietor, Christ is risen ;

And deems, weak man, the future promise tax Cloth'd with power, he wings his flight, When worms can die, and, glorious, rise agai To realms of empyreal light,

“But," if still, "some will say, Howa And calls to promis'd bliss the saints for the dead raised up?" &c. We reply, a whom he bled.

demand, Why should it be thought a thi Awake, awake, ye just!

incredible, that God should raise the dead Mau's Redeemer hath ascended,

"Is any thing too hard for the Almighty And the reiga of death is ended:

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FOR MAY, 1813.


A MEMOIR OF THE REVEREND JOHN HOWE, A.N. MR. JOHN HOWE was born at Loughborough, in the county of Leicester, on May 17, 1680; of which place his father was, for some time, the worthy Minister. But Archbishop Laud, who had settled him in that parish, afterwards ejected him, on account of his attachment to the Puritans. By the rigour of that prelate, and the ecclesiastical courts, several worthy and excellent men were driven into exile; among whom was the father of the subject of this Memoir, who went into Ireland, taking his son with him, who was then but a child. After a short residence there, they were obliged to quit that country upon the account of the war, which continued for some years after the execrable massacre of 1641, and returning into England, they settled in Lancashire, where Mr. Howe went through the first rudiments of learning, and the study of the languages; in which he made so great a progress, that he was sent pretty early to Christ College in Cambridge. Here he became acquainted with several persons who were famous in the learned world; particularly Dr. Cudworth, author of a celebrated work, entitled, The Intellectual System of the Universe. He continued at Cambridge till he took the degree of Bachelor of Arts, and then he removed to Oxford.

In this celebrated University, he made so considerable a progress in learning, and acquired so great a reputation for many excellent qualities, that he was duly elected Fellow of Magdalen College, of which the famous Dr. Thomas Goodwin was at that time President. Of Mr. Howe's wisdom, piety, prudence, and catholic spirit, even at that comparatively early part of his life, we may form a tolerably correct idea from the following anecdote, recorded by Dr. Calamy :-" Doctor Goodwin had gathered a Church VOL. XXXVI. May, 1813.

among the Scholars of that House, (the College of which he was President,) and finding Mr. Howe, who had an established reputation among them, did not offer to join with them, he took all occasion, when they were alone, to speak to him about it: and signified his surprise, that one of his character for serious piety, should not embrace such an opportunity for Christian fellowship, as might be likely to have many good consequences attending it

. Mr. Howe, with great frankness, told him, that the true and only reason why he had been silent upon that matter, was, because he understood they laid a considerable stress upon some distinguishing peculiarities among them, of which he had no fondness; though he could give others their liberty to take their own way, without censuring them or having any unkind thoughts of them; but that if they would admit him into their Society upon catholic terms, he would readily become one of them. The Doctor, embracing him, told him he would do it with all his heart; and that, to his knowledge, it would be much to the satisfaction and edification of all concerned : and he therefore became a member of that Society."

Mr. Howe's promotion and reputation in the College, and through the University, added new spurs to his diligence and application; which were so great, that he furnished himself with a large fund of rational and theological learning, the fruits of which were very conspicuous in his future life. In 1652, he took the degree of Master of Arts; having gone through a course of philosophy, studied the heathen moralists, read over the accounts we have remaining of the pagan theology, the writings of the schoolmen, and several systems of the Reformers, and the Divines who succeeded them: but, as he signified to a friend, he had thoroughly studied the Sacred Scriptures, and from thence had drawn up a body of divinity, for himself and his own use, which he saw very little reason afterwards to vary from, in compliance witn the schemes of others.

After taking his last degree, Mr. Howe became a Preacher, and was ordained by Mr. Charles Herle, at his Church of Winwick in Lancashire. In his parish there were several Chapelries, and the Ministers who officiated in them, assisted at the ordination, and joined in laying hands upon Mr. Howe; which made him often say, that few, in modern times, had so truly primitive an ordination as he had.

In a little time, he was called to Great Torrington in Devonshire, where he exercised his ministry with much diligence and *Success. There he had a numerous congregation, and a very flourishing Christian Society under his care; and thought of no other than of living and dying with them. But, notwithstanding ltis very great labours among them, he found time to keep up a good correspondence with the Ministers in the neighbourhood,

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