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one of those golden opportunities of mercy which I so often threw away. But 'worlds want wealth to buy it back. Farewell, hope-farewell, peace-forever! This is not a merely imaginary case. This sad lamentation has been taken up by many a lost sinner. Then let us view our opportunity of mercy of more value than the richest earthly treasure. Flee, without delay to Jesus. Trust in his atonement; renounce all hope in your own merits or exertions; believe, obey, and live; then that eternity, which is the completion of the lost sinner's wretchedness, will be the consummation of your joy."
The following are extracts of letters written to a brother.
March 1st. 1825. * * * * “I am glad to learn that you have visited another missionary station, and doubt not but you were richly repaid for the labor and expense of the journey. It appears, from periodical accounts, that great improvements have been effected among those tribes of the forest, both as it respects their external and moral condition. I have recently perused, with much satisfaction, the Memoirs of Catherine Brown. What a lovely example of the power of religion is exhibited in her character. May a large share of the spirit, which she possessed, rest on many a female of her nation, and not only on them, but on myself, and the young ladies of these enlightened States. I have been especially delighted with her humility and disinterested benevolence. Thank you sincerely, my brother, for the kind interest you have expressed in my intellectual improvement-for the useful hints you have given, and particularly for the list of books you have specified. With regard to novels, I once had an extravagant taste for them, and greedily devoured all I could find; but, since my mind has been seriously inclined, it has sought for substantial food, with entire disrelish for such light trash, as most works of that description. * * * * Those works of a religious nature, which you mention, I have perused to some extent, and add my testimony to their real, substantial worth. I am now reading Scott's Commentary on the Scriptures, in course. Our prospects of a religious nature, in this place, are brighter, at the present time, than they have been previously for years. An excitement began among us, the latter part of autumn. Meetings were held more frequently, and attended with solemnity. Soon it
appeared, that impressions existed on the minds of some who had been thoughtless and secure in sin. The work has advanced very gradually and silently, and numbers now give hopeful evidence of renewing grace." * * * * :
January 13, 1826. * * * * "How precious that religion of celestial birth, which can sustain the fainting spirit under the smarting wound of affliction, and blunt the sting of adversitynot by destroying feeling, but by refining and softening it, by the mollifying balm of divine consolation. * * * * The view of a spot which has been the scene of battle, must excite chilling and awful reflections. How many lives have been sacrificed, to gratify the ambition and avarice 'of men, whom the world stylcs heroes! They win their crown, but it is a corruptible one, and they are too often regardless how it will compare with that crown of life,' which will be conferred on the self-denying follower of the meek and lowly Jesus, when all the vain pageantry of earth shall have been lost in the general conflagration of nature. * * * * The view of Niagara, I can well imagine, was a pleasing and sublime spectacle. It would seem, that, in
beholding such a display of magnificence in nature, the inind would find a ready transition · from nature up to nature's God.' But, so slow is the natural mind to trace the marks of Diety,-if it beholds him not in the revolution of the seasons in all their pleasing variety, and of day and night, in their utility and beauty,—it would not, probably, regard him in the most wonderful and sublime displays of his power and perfections in the works of nature. Yet such scenes, I should think, are calculated to produce, in the mind of the beholder, a train of profitable, pleasing, and devout reflections. * * * * Wherever Providence appoints your habitation, may it be where you may be instrumental of the most good, in preaching the unsearchable riches of Christ, and winning souls to the obedience of faith in him. Compared with this glorious end, how does every other consideration dwindle into insignificance. He that turneth many to righteousness shall shine as the stars forever and ever. It is a glorious, a responsible trust, you have received. May you have grace so to execute your commission, that the blood of souls may never be found in the skirts of your garments ! May Heaven direct you in all your way. * * * * I have perused the his
tory of South America, and find it no less interesting than you described it to be. Yet it is melancholy to contemplate through what seas of blood, Cortez and Pizarro forced their way to dominion. Humanity shrinks at the cruelties perpetrated by the Spaniards on the unsuspecting natives, and sometimes experienced by themselves in return. Benevolence is chilled at the view of their perfidy and deceit. The feeling heart revolts at the civil wars, contentions, and commotions, in which they were constantly involved, for a long season, in the Peruvian conquest. Here is an exhibition of the human heart, in colors of ebon darkness. And such characters the holy Jesus beheld with pity, and poured out his lifeblood to redeem. What miracles has divine grace wrought for our guilty race. How sweetly and with reverberated echo, the song of redeeming love, will resound though the hosts of the redeemed, during the ages of eternity." * * * *
March 9th, 1826. “Beloved Brother and Sister.—How varying are the vicissitudes of this transitory, mortal scene! Joy and sorrow, light and shade,' are constantly mingled or attenuated. At one time, the sun of prosperity il