with astonishment. On one of these occafions a
muck-train came unexpectedly upon poor Ed-
win, threw him over, and dashed him into the
soft earth just thrown out. Strange to say he
was not killed, though very much hurt. Such
a Providence, as he afterwards was heard to call
it, could never have happened again. He
underwent a long, long fickness, had great
opportunities of meditating on his past life,
and from that time to this, (though he has long
left this district, and fettled elsewhere,) his life
has been the most exemplary and the most
inftructive to thofe around him. I never had
caufe to lament over the many days of acute
fuffering on which I visited his fick pallet!

"Bright in thy forrows, on whom every tear
Sits like a wealthy diamond, and inherits
A starry luftre from the eye that shed it."

Shirley, The
Duke's Mistress,
Act iv. Sc. i.

10.

The fight of one whofe errors, by the mercy of God, and by virtue of the Atonement, which alone makes repentance efficacious, have been retrieved, and he is led by that "loving Pfalm cxliii. Spirit into the land of Righteousness" even here, is beautiful and refplendent, as must be the light of the Southern Cross when it first bursts upon the mariner-"leading the thoughts" (they are the words of the Miffionary Ellis)

Madagascar,
P. 9.

Rom. viii. 22.

Paradife Loft, Book iii. 540, &c.

by an irresistible tendency away to the contemplation of that bright luftre, by which the Crofs of Calvary fhall ultimately draw within its hallowed influence all kindreds of men."

And the Old Vicar faid continually, "The world is not fo bad as it is painted, as good men whose hearts are set on Christ, and Him crucified, find every day. Indeed, through the riches of God's grace, even at its worst eftate, the whole creation that groaneth and travaileth for man's fin, is wondrous fair." To which he would add, " It was a grand con"It ception of Milton to put this confeffion into the mouth of Satan," and he would recite the lines, as fome may have remembered Wordfworth doing, ore rotundo.

"Satan from thence, now on the lower stair

That scaled by fteps of gold to heaven gate,
Looks down with wonder on the fudden view
Of all this world at once. As when a scout
Through dark and defert ways with peril gone
All night, at laft by break of cheerful dawn
Obtains the brow of fome high-climbing hill,
Which to his eye discovers unaware
The goodly profpect of some foreign land
First seen, or fome renown'd metropolis
With glift'ring fpires and pinnacles adorned,
Which now the rifing fun gilds with his beams:
Such wonder feized, though after heaven seen,
The Spirit malign, and much more envy seized,
At fight of all this world beheld so fair."

"The whole courfe of our lives is full of interpunctions, or commas: Jackfon's death is but the period or full point."

"Death reigns in all the portions of our time. The Autumn with its fruits provides diforders for us, and the Winter's cold turns them into fharp difeafes, and the Spring brings flowers to ftrew our hearfe, and the Summer gives green turf and brambles to bind upon our graves. Calentures and furfeit, cold and agues, are the four quarters of the year, and all minister to death: and you can go no where, but you tread upon a dead man's bones."

"Quafi folftitialis herba paulifper fui;

Repente exortus fum, repentino occidi."

66 HEN the days of my pilgri

mage are over, and the old

labourers I knew in life have

carried me to

to my refting

place," faid my good and true Parishioner John

Works, iii. 499.
Folio.
Jeremy Taylor,
Vol. iv. 339.
Heber.

Plaut. Pfeud. I. i. 36.

Chamberlayne's
Pharonnida,
Book iv. p. 35.
Part II.

Beaumont and
Fletcher, The
Scornful Lady,
A& iii. Sc. i.

Neh. vii. 2.

Stat. Thebaid. ii. 631.

Cheerfield, "let the words on my tombstone be few." And I replied, "The God of mercies and forgivenesses add unto your years as many as shall seem Him good, and then your children, fo well brought up in the fear and nurture of the Lord, will fee to this!" And, as I looked upon his thin spare frame I said to myself, Great heavy bodies like mine will often pass away with their own weight,

"Whilft others part with breath

From bodies worn so thin, they seemed to be
Grown near the foul's Invifibility."

I loved the man, as those interested in the care of fouls know how to love; and although, perhaps, I might fay,

"He was a man

I knew but in his evening;"

yet, as after grace given, and the chastisements of time and forrow, I beheld the useful course of his declining years, fuppled and intenerated by the Spirit of prayer and fupplication, I faid as I beheld, ("he was a faithful man and feared God above many;")-Let me live the life of the righteous! One could not but be fascinated with such unpretending goodness!

"Nec indole clarius illâ

Nec pietate fuit."

My excellent
Parishioner John

Barker. Buried 9 March, 1860.

Ο μακαρίτης.

"The widows will miss him, that they will," faid blunt old Sally Streeter, but honeft as blunt, and I replied, "Yes, Sally,-the worst of our ungrateful and thankless ones will not be able to say, 'There were no widows to make Ps. lxxviii. 65. lamentation!'”

And days, and weeks, and months, and years rolled on in their filent course, girded in by eternity on both fides, and then, to use the fimple language of the patriarchal days, the paffing-bell feemed to fay, as it fwung folemnly, AND HE DIED! And I said again Gen. v. 5, &c. -for I was wont to think much of death, and the judgment to come, and endeavoured

to die daily, "Let me die the death of the Numb. xxiii. 10. righteous, and let my last end be like his!" Let

me turn to account the days of my years, as he did, -days of this life's prilgrimage spared to me in mercy to number wifely,-for deep fearchings of heart, and the repentance of the redeemed, and the charities of those who have loved their Lord! How profitable is it to contemplate the lives of good men, and to dwell upon their memory in death!

"But to the heavens that fimple foul is fled,

Which left, with fuch as covet Christ to know,
Witnefs of Faith, that never shall be dead."

The good examples of good men in life furpass

Earl of Surrey's
Poems.