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loss of one moment of
grace, - a moment that may sare a sinner froin the abyss of hell, and raise hiin to the heaven of heavens. Precious, beyond comparison, is the smallest portion of tine; because there is nothing more evanescent; and every moment calls to me, in accents awful as the quickening blasts of the trump of final judgment, 'Render me my due, and I will ensure thee in return an eternity of bliss.'
I raise mine eyes, and lo! millions of moments, thousands of days and hours, are siniling and frowning on me, poising the balance of death and judgment !
I tremble, - for they are crowding upon me in awful array, while I am reviewing the fleeting multitudes. Since writing these lines, hundreds- have passed by in rapid sucCession. I pursue them with anxious looks, to see if they shake my thoughts from wings of darkness into the repository of wrath, or if the merciful Father of man beckons them to deposit their portentous freight in the treasury of salvation ! Ah! whilst I am revolving this thought, bundreds of precious moments are demanding their duc, - demanding their estimated value! Ah, do not frown on me, ye vanished moments ! let me recognize you as friends at the throne of the righteous Judge!
Tise is he that knows the real value of things. To slight what is most precious is a great unhappiness : it is madness. Men are prone to waste the inost valuable gift of their Maker, because they presume to have it in abundance; but a wise man has ioo little of it, and is grieved at the loss of its smallest portion.
Lo! I do not bear the rapid step of Time until he has passed by, indignantly shaking his wings over my hea:', whilst the threatening sickle of Death is ready to cut me down! Ah! I hear the witnesses of Death, the murdered hours, testify against me before the throne of the righteous Judge! Unhappy me! the profaned hours of sinful pursuits, a countless host, which Jeliovah hath noted down, are inprecating endless torments on me in the repository of wrath! My heart would break with despair, and my soul be overs whelmed by the pangs of remorse, had not the compassionat Saviour of sinners now inspired me with the desire to do vote every moment to Hiin, to the welfare of my neighbour, and the salvation of my soul. Oh! that I might indentigably labour to realize it! But who shall deliver me from the body of this death? Let us encourage one another to obey the warning voice of Time, and not suiler it to pass by unheeder'. Behold, it attends our progress through lite, presenting the balance of God, that we may lay upon it actions worthy of the dignity of our soul, and of immortal record!
Like a delightful dream, which vanishes so soon as we awake, and whose departure is regretted with tears, does life appear in its last hour;- but, ah! those tears of bitter regret then teach us too late, that the vanities of life are evanescent dreams.
Let us gather roses for our death-bed, and learn to smile on death as the night-watch smiles on the relieving dawn of the rosy morning! - To serve God is the greatest of blessings : let us jointiy seize it; - let us love one another as brothers, live, and not dream!
Not to obey the illusive temptations of the Prince of Darkness may be, to the carnal mind, impracticable;but, O! how blissful is it, under the influence of celestial Wisdom, and under the shadow of her protecting wings, to labour to promote the virtue and happiness of mankind!
To be virtuous without being sensible of it, - not to think of our own good actions till our course is finished, - and to walk to the grave in humble simplicity of heart, trusting noiling to our own merits, - this, my friend, is Virtue.
FOR THE FIRST OF JANUARY, 1811. To-Day, if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearis as in the provocation, in the day of temptation in the wilder ness, lest 1 strear in my wrath that ye shall not enter into my rest. Hebrews.
This night, thy soul shall be required of thee. - Luke.
The departed Spirit of Samuel to Saul. - 1 Sam. xxviii. 19. To-bay. I am called New Year's Day; so I hope that the
creatures of a day will turn over a new leaf with me; for all the last year they were tantalizing me with fair promiss, which were always foully broken, and thus put me
to many hundred deaths * : but what is this I hear again: TO-MORROW we will set about looking over our atlairs, espe
cially those of the soul; for indeed they seriously require inspection, and it is very proper, on the commencement of a new æra of time, to think of the period wlien Time shall be no longer, but vast eternity commence : yer New Year's
Day we must spend with our friends. TO-DAY then, I suppose, is not your friend. Indeed, I have
always been treated as an enemy, whom it was necessary to contrive every artiiice to get rid of, by what is called killing Time ; but should be called killing Souls. Now, I see al
already, that, though I am called by a new name, I aim to expect the old year's treatment. To-Morrow. Nay, not so churlish, neighbour; for though it is winter, you should not storm; but rather give a little indulgence to this cold season, that people may make merry with their friends. Why shall not İ, To-morrow, improve
the commencement of the year as well as you, TO-DAY. Because you are a base deserter, always enlisting
yourself in the service of mortals, and taking the bounty; bui when called upon to fight their battles, you are not to be
found; so that millions have forever lostTo-day by trusting to TO-MORROW. Well, if I must go to confession on New
Year's Day, I own that I have played silly mortals many a ruinous trick: but, as they ihemselves say, When twice deceived by the same person, in the same way, in is once their own fault. I have been clear of the fauli for many a day : and they must take the blame to themselves, as well as the misery and loss. Nor do 1 deny to you, under the rose, that they deserve to be cheated by me, for all the cheats they have put upon you. I am indeed not made of such materials as you are, to stand as a lacquey, waiting the convenience of those who think you were only made io be despised and put off. To-Day.' Since you are come to honest confession, and have thrown off the mask on New Year's Day (whici, indeed, I have seen you do before; so that they have had a ghnipse of your true character, who have been foolish enough to trust you again) I will be frank with you; and tel you, what it seems of very little use to tell those who call ihe nselves my masters, that were I not commissioned from the Sorereign, I would not wait on these triflers another day. Every morning, as I receive my orders from the Author of Time, to offer iny services once more to those who have slighted me so long, I burst forth into admiration of his clemency and patience: Day unto day uttereth speech ;' and often the drops of grief which I shed over the stupid ingratitude and desperate delays of men, cover the whole face of the earth, while every leaf glitters with my tears, reflecting the
rays of the rising sun. To-Morrow. But who should have thought that you would
have been ordered to wait on them the 1st of January, 1811; for since the last time they received such a solenn warning as you are now called to give, they have suffered me to delude them 365 times; and have as many times been mocking at their King, laughing at your tears, and contriving as many ways to elude you, as some of them do to escape the bailiff. Yet, infatuated mortals ! they are only pretting the cheat upon their own souls ! I have, however,
taken revenge for you; for while I have been dancing be. fore them, as
a Jack o' Lantern, receding as they advanced, I have led millions of thein into the bog, where
they are for ever sinking, and can find no bottom. To-DÀY. Cease your boasts, murderer of men ; for though
they have deseried their perdition, yet it a wise man woud not make a
sport of dashing to pieces a number of curious watches, how much less can the wise or good sport with the destruction of those wondrous productions of the Creatur's power, for whom time-pieces and Tine itself was made! Then, to think that they whom you delude to go on till they perish in their sin, under pretence of fleeing fro:n them w-morrow, is enough to mahe one's heart bleed. This, however, I own, that when the Lord of Time and Liernity gives the command, I shall readily set ‘wy right toot upon
lett upon the earth, and lift my hand, and swear by liim that liveih forever, that Time with
then shall be no longer.' 10-MORROW. Ah! then they who laughed you away before,
will, froin excess of terror, be unable to avail themselves of your last aids; and, cursed with their own delusions, will cali on me to help them, crying out, • To-morrow! O spare me uli 10 morrow! Then I will repent of murdered time, murdered opportunities, a murdered soul, and a murdered Saviour.' Thus their deatening cries will still drown the
voice that says, * To-pay, if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts. ' TU-MORROW. But if the deluded multitude are my admirers,
are there not some few who have found me out, gone over to you, and adopted the maxiin, “They who would enjoy
tur ever, must improve TO-DAY! Ah! I see you are yet, with all your pretence of
frank cont ssion, playing the part so natural to you; for you know, that even ihose who have, in the centre of their son's, heard me say, ' To-day, if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts,' are yet obliging me to say continually,' But I have somewhat against thee;' for they have been so long among your followers, that they have contracted an inveterate babit, of which I cannot easily cure them. I am perpetually vexed 10 find those who have been borgiven, and in some measure recovered from the crime of despising me, yet saying, I hope I shall walk more ciosely with God to-morrow. So this is an excuse for not kiking me by the hand, and walking with God to-day. Another hopes he shull spend more time in' bis closet toworrow; which is his apology for almost neglecting secret prayer to-day. A third intends to be zealous and acuve in doing good to-morrow; which is to be his excuse for this day's dolence and scilishness. But once more I ask tlıcm, Has
not Tomorrow been deceiving you all last year? Do not as many excuses for living at a distance come with to-morrow, as can be invented to-day? Have you not thus lost the whole of vuur To-davs, with the pleasure and improvement of living near to God, and pro voting his glory? Have you not, by this confidence in To-morrow, lost many, many opportunities of usefuluess, which she will never bring back to you again? While you have thus been intending to seek more earnestly your brother's welfare, the Julge has said to him, “ This night thy soul shall be required of ihee!llow long, then, will it be ere you say · Farewell, To-morrow! My maxim is, Vive hodie, carpe diem.'
J. B. Romsey.
AN ORIGINAL LETTER.
To the Editor. The following short Letter from the late Rev. David Jones, of Langan, to
the Countess of Huntingdon, it is presumed, will not be unacceptable to your Readers. Those who knew him, will easily recognize their old friend; and to such as were unacquainted with him, it may give as good an idea of the man and his manner as might be conveyed in so few lines.
A FRIEND To the Countess of Huntingdon. My dear and truly honoured Lady,
July 23, 1782. THANKS to your Ladyship for your kind favour, which I received by yesterday's post. Don't be cast down: the ark in which you are will never give you up to the waves; ride on, therefore, without fear: though the billows inay rage and foamı, you will not be disembarked till you are brought safe to your desired port. If you think in earnest that you will sink, I had rather go to the bottom with you than swim with your enemies: this is the very truth. But if sink we must, Heaven shall bear our hosannahs (and perhaps hallelujahs too) from the bottoms of the mountains, and out of the belly of hell. Salvation shall be our song, and heaven shall be our rest for ever.
Your Ladyship may expect to see such a poor creature as I an, in a few weeks, at the College. My friend --promises to meet nie there, I must stay a few Sundays at home first; then I will try to give your chapel a Sunday morning sermon; and, in the afternoon, somewhere below Talgaru.
My wile joins me m love and duty to your Ladyship and Lady Aune. Ever, ever yours,