selves, as he betook himself, to the fountains of divine grace, opened for us in the Church; to give ourselves, as he gave himself, habitually, to prayer; to be followers of him, as he was the follower of Christ. So, "through the grave and gate of death," still "LOOKING UNTO JESUS," shall we pass, with him, "to our joyful resurrection," through the blessed merits of Him, "who loved us, and washed us from our sins:" to whom, with the Father and the Holy Spirit, be ascribed all praise, dominion, power and glory, now and forevermore. Amen.

shadows," and whose feetnow stumble "upon the dark mountains;" and lead him, by the example of the sainted Winslow, to the light, and peace, and steadfast trust, of that true city, which hath foundations-the type and pledge, on earth, of "that great city, the holy Jerusalem," into which "there shall in no wise enter" "any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie."

"Mother of cities! o'er thy head

Bright peace, with healing wings outspread,

Forevermore shall dwell:

Let me, blest seat! my name behold

Among thy citizens enrolled,

And bid the world, farewell!"

APPENDIX:

I. THE RECTOR'S ADDRESS, AT THE HOLY COMMUNION, IN ST. MARY'S

CHURCH, ADVENT SUNDAY, M DCCC XXXIX;

II. OBITUARY NOTICE, FROM THE BURLINGTON GAZETTE;

III. THE RECTOR'S CHRISTMAS PASTORAL, TO THE PARISHIONERS

OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH.

Remember them which have the rule over you,

who have spoken unto you the word of God;

whose faith follow,

considering the end of their conversation,

JESUS CHRIST,

THE SAME YESTERDAY, AND TO-DAY, AND FOR EVER.

Address.

Beloved brethren, I have but few words to say to you to-day; and I need say but few. If there be required an argument more powerful to convince you of sin, an eloquence more attractive to draw you to the Saviour, than these memorials of his dying love, I cannot furnish it. And, if there be needed a more cogent application of the subject to each particular conscience, a warning more impressive to every individual man, to lay it to his heart, than speaks from out that new made grave, I cannot utter it.

We see the broken bread. We see the wine poured out. What mean we by this service? Are there ten thousand altars now so spread for an unmeaning rite? Are holy men, in every Christian land, engaged in a mere childish ceremonial? Are myriads of myriads of devout and penitential worshippers prostrate before an idle and unprofitable pageant? Has the observance of a vain and worthless institution been perpetuated, through eighteen ages, without a moment's interruption? Did the divine and holy Saviour occupy the latest moments of his precious life with a mere form of words: and say to his Apostles, and, through them, to all that should believe on him, in every age, "this do in remembrance of me," of something that men might do, or might not do, at their mere pleasure-no better and no happier for doing it, and for not doing it no worse in conduct or condition? Beloved brethren, judge for yourselves, if the scriptural ordinance of the Lord's Supper mean nothing, or mean more than words can utter. Both, it cannot. One or the other it must signify. And oh remember, when the latest opportunity has passed away from you, when the power of its observance shall have ceased forever, when worlds on worlds could not procure for you, if you would freely give them, the physical ability to do that latest bidding of the

Saviour, "take, eat, this is my body: do this in remembrance of me"-if the conclusion then should be obtained, that it was vital to the soul; that that flesh was "meat indeed," and, that that blood was "drink indeed;" that, except a man "eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood," he hath no life in him: imagine, if you can, the agony of that self-wrought conviction. Weigh, if you can, the load of that intolerable and yet inevitable remorse. And, while there yet is time, flee to the Cross of Jesus, from the very possibility of such a condemnation.

Two days before the spirit of our dear departed friend was set at liberty from earth, he called me to him, sinking then, it seemed, into the grave, with scarce a hope of life beyond the following night; and whispered to me, that he wished to receive once more "the blessed Communion"-so he called it-before he died. I, of course, assented, and the hour of four of that afternoon was appointed for the service; his parting injunction being-such were the distressing symptoms of his case-that I should administer to him the smallest possible quantity of either element. The hour of four found him unable to accomplish his soul's last wish, and he died without another opportunity. To him, great as the disappointment was, it brought no sting of self reproach. Constantly, from Easter-day of 1832, had he partaken of that spiritual manna. Never had he turned unfeelingly away from that poor bruised body, and that dear blood, poured cheaply out, like water, on the ground. Duly as it was spread, he bowed, with penitential sorrow, and in a lively faith in Christ, before the altar which commemorates his death. And he has now gone to be with Him, whom he so loved, and strove to serve, on earth to be partaker of the banquet which is spread forever new before the throne of God; to drink forever of the glorious beauty which is beaming from the face of Jesus Christ; and to be more and more partaker of the divine nature, and more and more transformed into the likeness of His infinite perfections.