- destitute of the scriptures, and to put the sacred volume in their possession! While the camp of the saints is besieged by such se numerous, subtle and potent adversaries, with what pleasure do we witness the pious praying multitudes coming forth to the help of the Lord against the mighty! May the Lord God of hosts be their rearward till truth shall be established in the earth, till righteousness shall look down from heaven, and the kingdoms of this world become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ!

"I think our Magazine is, at least, decently supported, and hope it may prove extensively useful in promoting the great and good cause of truth and piety on the earth. In the last number, nothing intearrested me so much as the extracts, exhibiting the extensive and growing desire for the sacred scriptures, and the unusual zeal manifested to aid the views of the Bible society! O may the Lord increase

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Be the desire, and smile upon and extensively bless this pious work! The account of the little boy, with his brood of chickens, melted me down! Surely out of the mouths of babes and sucklings the Lord is still ordaining strength because of his enemies, that he may still the enemy and the avenger!"

THE directors wish in the next place to invite the attention of the society to the eastern world, the regions of which are so vast in their extent and so full of civilized inhabitants, presenting to the christian mind many millions of our fellow-men, long immersed in vice, error, and superstition, and for whose conversion few attempts have hitherto been made. For some time past, the miserable condition of these nations, and particularly of those whose commercial connexion with this country affords a strong claim to our

regard, has seriously occupied the minds of the directors. Their efforts have consequently been principally directed to the eastern and western coasts of the great peninsula of India, and to the important island of Ceylon, nearly connected with it. The society is already acquainted with the steps which have been taken as to the island last mentioned. The Rev. Mr. Vos, a veteran in the service of the Redeemer, and formerly a faithful minister in South Africa, near the Cape of Good Hope, superintends this mission. The German brethren, Ehrhardt and Palm, accompany him on this embassy. Together with these, the reverend brethren Ringletaube, Desgranges, and Cran, have sailed for Tranquebar; these are intended to labour on the continent of India, where the providence of God, after they have received the best advice from our Danish brethren at Tranquebar, may direct them to settle, in the most eligible and promising spot. Unexpected delays, not uncommon however in all shipping concerns, protracted their stay in Europe till the 20th of April, 1804, when they sailed in the Danish ship King's Packet from Copenhagen.

The goodness of God in preserving their lives, when just leaving the coast of Denmark, must be mentioned with peculiar gratitude. The vessel was at anchor about three miles from the shore, and the brethren were proceeding to join it in a boat. When they had proceeded about threefourths of the way, the boat became leaky, and the water rushed in so fast, that they soon found themselves in the most imminent danger. In this emergen. cy, Mr. Vos having, happily, a tin vessel with him, they successfully employed it in bailing out the water; by which means they kept themselves up, till the people on board the ship, perceiving their perilous situation, sent out their own boat, and took them safely on board. The directors had the pleasure of finding by the Cape Gazette, dated 11th August, 1804, that the ship had arrived safely at the Cape on its way; but no information has yet been received of their arrival in India. [To be continued.]

DEPARTED this life, on Monday, the 17th of March last, at the residence of her son, Dr. James Ewing, in Pittstown, New-Jersey, in the 68th year of her age, Mrs. HANNAH EWING, relict of the Rev. John Ewing, D. D. late senior pastor of the first presbyterian church in Philadelphia, and provost of the university of Pennsylvania.

This venerable lady, supported by that religion of which she was an ornamental professor, endured a long and tedious illness with truly christian submission.

Her remains were brought to this city and respectfully intered on the Thursday following, in the cemetery, belonging to the first presbyterian congregation, by the side of her husband. Mrs. Ewing was deservedly esteemed by those who had the pleasure of her acquaintance; she was the affectionate wife, the anxious mother, and the sincere friend.

Freed now from the cares of this "vale of tears," her spirit is made happy with her God.

"Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next,

"O'er death's dark gulph, and all its horror hides.

THE writer had been to visit her seve

ral times, and found her mind, though properly exercised with the view of eternity, rather under a cloud. On repeating his visit, on the Lord's day, she said, "I am glad to see you; now I have good news to tell you. God does verily hear and answer prayer. I have found what I wanted, and can now die in peace. Oh! what a discovery has been made to me since I saw you! About four o'clock, this morning, as I lay sleepless and was lamenting over my guilt and sinfulness, the Lord, of his infinite mercy, gave me faith to look to the blood of sprinkling; and I was helped to lay hold on Jesus as my only Saviour. Now, methinks, I am clothed with his righteousness. What grace and mercy to so sinful and worthless a creature!" Though her bo

dily weakness was great, yet she indulged such sublime ascriptions of praise, as cannot be repeated without injuring their beauty. Recovering herself, she said to a person that was near, "You prayed, last night, that I might have a a good sabbath-day; and a sabbath indeed I have had! such a one as I never expected in this world; but I believe it is the beginning of a long one, even an eternal sabbath. Surely I cannot live till the return of another. My heart and flesh seem to be failing as fast as my pulse beats; but God, blessed be his name! is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."

Notwithstanding she was so full of divine things, yet she well knew when to speak of them, and when to be silent; and, as a proof that she was in her right mind, she always suited her discourse to her company; and if any were present who she thought would despise experi mental religion, she would be silent. An region, exceedingly light and gay young woman coming to her bed-side, she looked wist. fully at her, and said, "What, are you come to see me? Be persuaded to lay aside your vanities, because you must die as well as myself, though you may live a little longer than I shall." The manner in which she spoke these few words, caused the young woman to burst into tears, and to turn away. She said she knew the young woman, but wished she had not, for she had been a snare to her. One who had been a fellow servant with her, coming to see her, wept. She said, "Weep not, I know you are a seeker of Jesus. I have been a witness of your tears, and you of mine; but now my tears are turned into joy, and so I trust will your's be sooner or later. Be encouraged, therefore, for if you have slighted convictions, I have dene the same, if you have trifled away precious time, so have I; if you have been slow of heart to believe, I more: but, through rich grace, I have obtained mer. cy, why may not you? You can be but the chief of sinners; as such, I went to God, and found him merciful and gracious

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God pardoning iniquity, transgression and sin." To another she said;

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by faith on the Son of God; I have not lived so, for if I had, I should not have had so many fears and doubts as I laboured under, at the beginning of my illness. It is good living by faith, but bet ter dying in faith; and the best of all when faith shall be turned into sight, and

hope into enjoyment. Oh! when will that be! In heaven we shall see such things, as eye hath not seen, nor ear heard of. We shall see God in majesty-the Lamb of God-the angels of God-the redeemed of the Lord! What is their work? all praise! Methinks I shall sing the loudest; my song, I am sure, must be, Grace, Grace!"

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At another time, she spoke of the infinite majesty of God, as if she had a view of his unveiled glory. She dwelt upon his nature, attributes and perfections. She went on speaking of the characters, names and titles given him in the scriptures, in such a manner as was truly surprising, and which made the heart to glow. AfEfterwards, when a little wine was ofered to her, she said, "Christ, when he was dying, had vinegar and gall given him instead of wine; not only vinegar, which is but gall, that is bitter, and both mingled together. He drank the sour and the bitter, that I might have the sweet." Here she greatly enlarged on the passion and death of christ. "By his death," h." said she, "he procured for me, and you, and you, and you," pointing to several, "not only pardon and reconciliation, but heaven also, where I hope soon to enter, and where you will quickly follow." A neighbour overhearing her, and not understanding what was said, reported abroad that she was mad. On being told of this, she cried, "Lord, more of this madness give to me and her! It was said of him who

spake as never man spake, He is beside himself, yea he hath a devil; but I hope I do not say any thing unbecoming. I know I do not speak of myself; for when in health, I could scarcely speak at all about sacred things. It is God who gives me matter and words. To him be all the glory; not unto me, not unto vile, unworthy 'ne, but

"To him that earth's foundations laid, "Be everlasting honours paid."

Noticing how long it was since she had been at public worship, she said, "I should like to worship him in his earthly courts again; but I had rather behold him face to face. I had much rather cast my crown before him in heaven, and see the King in his beauty there, yet I desire to wait the appointed time till my change shall come. This body must die before I can see him; then shall I behold his face in righteousness, and never, never sin any

more."

In this state of mind and feeling did this pious woman remain, until the termination of life; and surely, such instances of consolation and triumph at the hour of dissolving nature, arising from such views of the merits of the Saviour, will contribute to evince the reality of the christian religion, and the infinite importance of embracing the mercy which it offers.

There to pour out the heart which pants for rest,

With fervour kindling at Devotion's fane, To him whose holy influence the breast, By woe subdu'd, with firmness can sus

tain,

And where wild sorrows throbb'd, bid peace all soothing reign.

And there the humble supplication raise, Th' unutter'd pray'r, which sighs to be forgiv'n;

Or join to swell the grateful note of praise, While the rapt soul, no more by tempest driv'n,

From hope's mild op'ning dawn, anticipates her heav'n.

There, too, to listen to the sacred lore, When heav'n-taught wisdom truths sublime display;

OVERWHELM'D with affliction and grief,
To thee holy Father I cry;
O lead me to Christ for relief,

The Rock that is higher than I.

Though creatures no good can afford,
To thee may the helpless apply;
O lead me to Jesus my Lord,

The Rock that is higher than I.

Hail, precious impregnable Tower,
Thou refuge eternally nigh!
Secure in thy clefts I'll adore

The Rock that is higher than I.

While passing life's perilous seas,
To thee, blessed Jesus, I fly;
O grant me salvation and peace,
Thou Rock that art higher than I.

When storms of temptation arise,
And Satan roars loud to destroy;
Preserve me, thou source of my joys,
Thou Rock that art higher than I.

Thy saints thou hast never forsook,
Alone on thy name I rely,
Alone to thy faithfulness look,

Thou Rock that art higher than I.

Whene'er the pale messenger, death,
This body is sent to destroy,

The Rock that is higher than I.

Then freed from this prison of clay,
I'll sing as I soar to the sky,
And shout through the regions of day,
The Rock that is higher than I.

THE following imitation of the Greek Hymn, in one of your late Magazines, is at your disposal.

O BLESSED, ever blessed Lord!
My feeble voice attempts thy praise!
Inspire my accents by thy word,
The song of gratitude to raise.

But should frail nature's wonted power,
Aw'd by thy greatness, languid be:
O aid my heart, this tranquil hour,
To speed her silent flight to thee.

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