ter, I pray you, when I am dead, to preach a funeral ser. mon for a poor sailor; and tell others, especially sailors, who are as ignorant and as wicked as I was, that poor blaspheming Covey found mercy with God, through faith,in the blood of Christ! Tell them, that since I have found mercy,none that seek it need to despair. You know bet. ter than I do what to say to them! But,O! be in earnest with them; and may the Lord. grant that my wicked neighbors and fellow sailors may find mercy as well as Covey!" He said much more; but his last words were, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" If the anecdote of his fortitude and courage is worthy of being recorded, I think it due to Covey, and to the honor of Divine grace, to relate his dying testimony in favor of the religion of Jesus Christ. I wish Dr. Duncan and Mr. Pratt had witnessed the last dying hours of this once ignorant and blasphemous sinner; they would have seen what a pleas ing change was effected by the meek and efficacious grace of our compassionate Redeemer.

As these things require testimony, I give you my name.




As a gentleman, eminent for his happy mode of intro. ducing religious conversation among young people, was one day going in the stage coach to his country house at Hampstead, he was accosted by a young man, who was his only companion, in the following terms; "Sickness, sir,is a very uncomfortable thing. I have been running almost all over London to find out a physician to attend my sister, who is sick at Hampstead; but I have been so unfortu

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nate as not to meet with him; and I am now so fatigued, that I am compelled to take the stage." "Yes, sir,” replied the gentleman, "sickness is a very uncomfortable thing, but I know a land in which there is no sickness.” "Do you indeed," rejoined the young man; "pray where is it? I have travelled all round the world, and never heard of that land yet." Isa. xxxiii. 24. "And the inhabitants shall not say, I am sick; the people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity."


ONE day happened a tremendous storm of lightning and thunder,as he was going from Glasgow to Dunblane. He was descried, when at a considerable distance, by two men of bad character. They had not courage to rob him; but, wishing to fall on some method of extorting money from him, one said, "I will lie down by the way side, as if I were dead, and you shall inform the archbishop that I was killed by the lightning, and beg money of him to bury me." When the archbishop arrived at the spot, the wicked wretch told him the fabricated story; he sympathized with the survivor, gave him money, and proceeded on his journey. But, when the man returned to his companion, he found him really lifeless! Immediate. ly he began to exclaim aloud, "Oh, sir, he is dead! Oh, sir, he is dead!" On this the archbishop, discovering the fraud, left. the man with this important reflection; "It is a dangerous thing to trifle with the judgments of God!"


MR. Thomas Worts was ejected, in 1662, from the church of Burningham, Norfolk; and was afterwards pastor of a congregation at Guest wick, in the same county. He was brought from Burningham into Norwich, with a sort of brutal triumph, his legs being chained under the horse's belly. As he was conducted to the castle,a woman looking out of a chamber window, near the gate through which he was brought in, which was St. Austin's, called out,in contempt and derision, Worts, where's now your God?" The good confessor in bonds, desired her to turn to Micah vii. 10. She did so; and was so struck, that she was a kind friend to him in his long confinement. The words are, "Then she that is mine enemy shall see it; and shame shall cover her which said unto me, Where is the Lord thy God? Mine eyes shall behold her; now shall she be trodden down as mire in the streets."



FEW things are more difficult than to administer reproof properly; but, while the professed servants of God sometimes need reproof, the avowed servants of satan need it much more frequently, and on different grounds. One day, á person being in the room of a poor aged Christian woman, and lamenting a want of firmness to reprove the abandoned when travelling, and, as an excuse, having recourse to the hacknied passage, "Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine," she seriously and hastily replied, "Oh, sir! keen and just reproofs are no pearls; were youto talk to a wicked

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coachman respecting the love of God shed abroad in the heart by the Holy Ghost, and the pleasures of commun. ion with God, you would cast pearls before swine, but not in reproving sin."



DIONYSIUS being in Egypt, at the time of Christ's suffering, and seeing an eclipse of the sun, and knowing it to be contrary to nature, cried out, "Either the God of nature suffers, or the frame of the world will be dissolved."


O SUN! in darkness hide thy glitt'ring rays!
O solid earth! to thy deep centre shake!
Ye thunders roar, ye forked lightnings blaze,

And rend, ye rocks; ye cloudcapt mountains quake!
Lo, on sad Calvary's ensanguined hill,

The Son of God, Messiah, groans and dies:
His breaking heart o'erwhelming sorrows fill,
And low in death the great Life giver lies!
By God forsaken, compass'd by his foes,

No friend to pity or afford relief,
The spotless victim hangs, the man of wos,
Despis'd, rejected, intimate with grief!
O dismal sight!

Exult not, satan! Prostrate in the tomb
The Savior suffer'd sin's tremendous doom.
Ere three short days their circling course had run
He rose! Our debts are paid, our battles won!
He lives, he lives, omnipotent to save!

Where, where's thy victory now, devouring grave?
His glorious triumph heaven and earth shall sing
Grim king of terrors, death, where's now thy sting?
Thou vanquish d monster, hide thy baffled head!
Thou all consuming grave, disgorge thy dead!

Cease, prince of darkness, fruitless war to wage,
Go, clench thy fists, and grind thy teeth with rage.
Is this the end of all thy toils and pains?
Are shame and hissing infamy thy gains?
To hell return, and there exulting tell
How Eve believ'd thee, and how Adam fell,
But name not Jesus, mention not the cross,
Lest blushing cheeks proclaim thy mighty loss;
And grinning fiends should sneer at thy disgrace,
And curl the nose, and taunt thee to thy face.
When with the eye of faith I see
Thy mangled body on the tree;
Bleeding and dying there for me,
Jesus! I feel emotions new
Of joy and mingled sorrow too,
And grateful tears my cheeks bedew.
Thou dear Redeemer, I am thine,
Myself I quite to thee resign;
O let me in thy glory shine!
O give me in thy heart a place
O let me die in thine embrace!
In heaven, O let me see thy face!
Welcome then the joyful day,
Which shall bear my soul away,
On angelic pinions soaring,
Christ, the King of kings, adoring:
Perfect happiness possessing,
Ev'ry rich eternal blessing!
Can I e'er thy love forget,
Deeper plung'd each day in debt?
'On each comfort is inscrib'd,
"Christ for this was crucify'd!"
This a relish gives to ease,
This makes even trouble please;

Great Savior hail! Let saints and angels sing
The matchless glories of their gracious King;

To thee our grateful hymns of cheerful praise we bring!

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