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SOME ACCOUNT

OF THE

REV. WILLIAM LAW.

To which are subjoined, Two Letters from Clergymen in the Established Church, strongly recommending the SERIOUS CALLq and other works of the Author: also his Character, &c. by EDWARD GIBBON, Esq. the Roman Historian, and a list of all his works.

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THE Rev. WILLIAM LAW was born in the town of King's Cliffe, in the county of Northampton, in the year 1686; his education, and the early years of his life, were very serious; at what time he entered the University, or when he took his degree of A. M. cannot be exactly ascertained, but his leaving that place was about the year 1712; after having made great proficiency in every branch of human literature, afterwards taking the advice. of our Saviour to the rich young man, he totally renounced the world, and followed Christ, in meekness, umility, and self-denial.

Mr. Law was a bachelor all his life-time: in person, he was a well set man, and rather of a dark complexion, though remarkably cheerful in his temper; such was his love of privacy, and a state of recollection, that it was very seldom indeed that he passed more than two hours in the company of any person; with a very small patrimony, he was remarkably charitable, particularly to his poor neighbours, the manufacturers of wooden ware, in and about King's Cliffe; in this benevolent disposition he was joined by the two maiden ladies, with whom he resided at King's Cliffe; their object was not to encourage the idle and dissolute, but to promote and facilitate the good intentions and endeavours of the industrious.

Such also was the little value he set on money, that he gave the copies of all his works intended for publication to his bookseller; but for one of them, Messrs. Richardsons and Urquhart, insisted upon his acceptance of one hundred guineas.

We shali now relate part of what he uttered in his last illness, which was witnessed by the friend to whom he addressed the three letters which accompany this work.

Just before his blessed soul took its happy flight, to dwell forever with the saints in bliss; the heavenly glory so opened itself in him, that he broke forth into the following exultation, which shewing the truth of his own highly regenerate state, as well as the joyful reality of the life of God in the soul of man, deserves to be written in letters of gold, not only to convince the infidel, but also to comfort and confirm the pious pilgrim, in his journey through the thorny wilderness of this world, into the peaceful regions of immortal bliss.

"Away with these filthy garments;" said this dying saint, "I feel a sacred fire kindled in my soul, which will destroy every thing contrary to itself, and burn as a flame of divine love to all eternity."

In such a triumph of holy joy did this extraordinary servant of God resign his blessed spirit into the hands of his beloved Lord and Master, at the place of his nativity, the town of King's Cliffe, in the County of Northampton. And in the church-yard of that parish, he lies interred, under a handsome tomb, erected to his memory, by a particular and dear friend, who lived many years with him, and therefore had long known, and highly and justly esteemed his singular worth: which was expressed in the following lines, engraved by the direction of the same friend, on the top-stone of his tomb:

HERE LYETH THE BODY

OF THE LATE

REV. WILLIAM LAW, A. M.

WHO DIED APRIL 9, 1761,

AGED 75.

He was well known to the world by a number of truly christian, pious writings, exemplified by a life spent in a manner suitable to a worthy and true disciple of his heavenly, divine, crucified Master and Saviour, Jesus Christ, who lived and spoke in him and by him. In his younger days, he sufficiently distinguished himself, by his parts and progress in human literature. Afterwards taking the advice of our Saviour to the rich young man, he totally renounced the world and followed Christ, in meekness, humility and self-denial. And in his last years, he was wholly absorbed in his love to God and mankind; so that virtue in him was nothing but heavenly love and heavenly flame.

In parts and sense, inferior to none,

With wit most amiable, with learning stored;
His talents, great and high, were quite sublimed,
In loving God with all his heart and mind.
His time was all employ'd in things divine,
By serving God, in goodness to mankind.

The poor, the maim'd, the blind, have lost in him,
The kind protector, and the ready friend.

Some time after his decease, the following verses appeared in print:

To the memory of that excellent man, and truly illuminated divine, the late Rev. WILLIAM LAW, A. M. These following lines are offered by one who has received great benefit from his most valuable works.

FAREWELL, good man! whose great and heavenly mind,
In love embraced the whole of human kind,

From earth's dark scene, to realms of joy and light,
Thy soul congenial, took her happy flight;
With kindred spirits mix'd, and bright as they,
Thou drink'st with them the streams of endless day :
While we below lament thy absence most,
Like all true worth, then dearest, when 'tis lost.

Bound to no sect, to no one party tied,
To sons of God in every clime allied:

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Like light's great orb, to no one realm confin'd,
Thy heaven-taught soul, capacious, grasp'd mankind.
Of pains severe, thou felt'st the tort'ring smart,
While grace pour'd comfort on thy better part.
Thy will resign'd, with breath unmurmuring bore,
*Thy last sharp passage to the heavenly shore.
Thy heart's best image, still, thy writings, shine,
One spirit breathe, the dove and lamb divine.
Though stopt thy tongue, thy soul's strong breathings
Though cold thy clay, thy ardent thoughts still warm.
Awak'd by thee, we feel the heavenly fire,
And with seraphic flames to God aspire;
Thy pious zeal transfus'd to other hearts,
New springs of bliss, and nobler life imparts.
No time, no numbers, can exhaust thy mine,
Thy gifts are full: posterity is thine.
Through future ages shall thy labours go,
Like streams, enriching nations as they flow;
Who, while perusing, catch the sacred fire,
Fetch the deep sigh, and pant with strong desire,
For glory lost heaven lent thy pencil rays,
To paint that glory, and diffuse its blaze,
Though for these days thy colours are too bright,
And hurt weak eyes by their too radiant light;
Yet wisdom's sons, though few, to good awake,
Drink thy sweet spring, and bread celestial break.
'M.dst Babel's various tongues, though thousands stray,
In thee, the wanderer finds his master's way.
In heaps let critics, commentators lie,
Thy works will make a Christian library.
In vain shall malice seek to wound thy name,
Or ignorance thy sold worth defame.

Retract your censures, you who dare be good;
Confess your heads ne'er yet have understood
The pearls, which God to mystic sons reveal'd;
From the presumptuous, wisdom's fount is seal’d.
Yet this her child, wants no man's pen to praise,
Nor slander dreads in these degenerate days:

* His end was hastened by a suppression of urine.

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