herefore to give ourselves up into his &c. every where dispersing printed coands to be saved by his mere grace,pies of the New Testament in Chinese I we are saved at all. This is but act-(which Mr. Morrison had completed), ng according to the dictates of the together with catechisms and religious most evident propriety and truth. To tracts. Thus, as it was in the beginreat God thus, to glorify him as God, ning, the dispersion of the disciples and to make him the supreme good,|| may more extensively diffuse the truth s but to treat him in equity. After we abroad. We consider the translation have done this, we are but unprofitable effected by Mr. Morrison, as a great servants, doing no more than it was work. He is eminently qualified for our duty to do. If we come short of it, and, we have reason to believe, a his...if we deny to God his attributes, great scholar in the language. He has his decrees, his sovereignty, his au- been, for two or three years past, emthority, his right of absolute dominion, ployed as a translator for the East Inbis claim to our perfect cordial subjec-dia Company. We send you a copy tion...if we justify ourselves and con- of this work for your missionary Board, demn him, we cannot be the liberal; of which we beg your acceptance. for with respect to him, the first and infinitely the greatest object of regard,we do not devise liberal things.

Extracts of a leller from the Rev. Mr.
Burder, to the Rev. Dr. Worcester,
dated Sept. 28, 1814.
"DEAR SIR,

“1 very gladly avail myself of an opportunity of renewing my correspondence with you, by means of the return of our highly valued friend, Dr. Romeyn.

"Mr. Campbell's visit to all the missionary stations in South Africa, as briefly related in our Report, you will peruse with interest. He has been most marvellously preserved in great perils; has made great discoveries; and his arrangements will, we trust, be productive of great advantages. Some, indeed, already appear. A great awakening has taken place at Gricqua town, formerly Klaar Water, near the greatOrange river, many hundred miles north of the Cape. Mr. C. visited the city of Latakkoo, four miles long (scat

"A happier state of public affairs is, I hope and pray, at hand, when inter-tered), and found that there are twencourse will be easier.

ty-two nations north of that city, who all speak the same language. We are about sending several missionaries, among whom will be one or two capable of forming a grammar. We hope a translation of the Scriptures may hereafter be made into that language.

"You will have heard long ago of the success of the numerous petitioners in this country for liberty to send missionaries to India. The door is now open, under certain restrictions, and we trust many laborers will gradually be sent. Some are already gone. "Mr. C.'s travels are just going to We have sent three to Batavia, and press, and will be uncommonly interone to the Isle of France. Another is esting. Mr. C. visited some places, gone to Canton and Macao, to assist where a white man was never before Mr. Morrison. But such was the pow-seen. His producing a looking glass er of the Popish priests, at the Portu- astonished and affrighted multitudes. guese settlement at Macao, (where His watch exceedingly terrified the Europeans are obliged to spend part queen, who thought it alive, and could of the year, not being allowed to con- not be prevailed upon to put it to her tinue many months at a tine at Can- ear."* ton) that they prevailed on the Portu- "Farewell, my dear sir. Salute all guese government to send Mr. Milne, the dear brethren united with you in (the assistant) away in a few days. Af-promoting the great cause of our dear ter spending some months at Canton, * Mr. C. brought several curiosities with he went to Malacca, Java, Mauritius, him, among which is the king's robe, com

and adorable Redeemer. For Him posed of thirty two cat-skins, neatly joined together, though the inhabitants never saw a needle. These, with many other articles from other countries, the Directors are forming into a little museum.

let us all work harder and harder, i the night is at hand.

"I am, dear sir, your truly affe tionate friend and brother,

"GEORGE BURDER

HERE AND THERE;
OR,

THIS WORLD AND THE NEXT.

Being suitable Thoughts for a New Year.

HERE bliss is short, imperfect, insincere,
But total, absolute, and perfect there.

Here time's a moment, short our happiest state,
There infinite duration is our date.

Here Satan tempts, and troubles e'en the best,
There Satan's power extends not to the blest.
In a weak, sinful body, here I dwell,

But there I drop this frail and sickly shell.

Here my best thoughts are stain'd with guilt and fear,
But love and pardon shall be perfect there.

Here my best duties are defil'd with sin,
There all is ease without, and peace within.
Here feeble faith supplies my only light,

There faith and hope are swallow'd up in sight.
Here love of self my fairest works destroys,
There love of God shall perfect all my joys.
Here things, as in a glass, are darkly shown,
There I shall know as clearly as I'm known.
Frail are the fairest flowers which bloom below,
There freshest palms on roots immortal grow.
Here wants or cares perplex my anxious mind,
But spirits there a calm fruition find.

Here disappointments my best schemes destroy,
There those that sow'd in tears shall reap in joy.
Here vanity is stampt on all below,

Perfection there on every good shall grow.
Here my fond heart is fasten'd on some friend,
Whose kindness may, whose life must have an end;
But there no failure can I ever prove,

God cannot disappoint, for God is love.

Here Christ for sinners suffer'd, groan'd and bled,
But there he reigns the great triumphant head;

Here mock'd and scourg'd, he wore a crown of thorns,

A crown of glory there his brow adorns.

Here error clouds the will, and dims the sight,
T'here all is knowledge, purity and light.
Here so imperfect is this mortal state,
If blest myself, I mourn some other's fate.
At every human woe I here repine,
The joy of every saint shall there be mine.
Here it I lean, the world shall pierce my heart,
But there that broken reed and I shall part.
Here on no promis'd good can I depend,
But there the Rock of Ages is my friend.
Here if some sudden joy delight inspire,
The dread to lose it, damps the rising fire;
But there whatever good the soul employ,
The thought that 'tis eternal, crowns the joy.

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