of religion. When we were speaking of Carey's Atlas, he took occasion to refer in a solemn and affecting manner to the map of the heavenly city, which St. John has given us in the Revelation. When I spoke of Bona. parte's late astonishing overthrow, he heard it with comparative indifference, and soon adverted to the importance of the conversion of the soul to God, as involving consequences of greater moment than the fall of emperors and the revolutions of the greatest states."

In the latter part of his life he was employed in assisting to provide an edition of the Syriac Testament, while his own mind looked forward to the country which that holy book discovers. He wrote, in 1814: "I walk in the meadows, by the side of the river Lee, and endeavour to meditate on things spiritual and eternal; there are few days in which I do not think of Mary, now among the blessed. I envy her happy lot, but yet I have just strength to pray that I may be enabled to serve God in my generation."

The time of his own departure was now fast approaching. He had been employed in attending to the revision of the Syriac New Testament, and had advanced, on the day preceeding his death, to the 20th chapter of the Acts of the Apostles, in which the apostle expresses his conviction of his final separation from his friends.

He had some previous indisposition, and the following night, without struggle or convulsion, after a short warning, he departed to the rest of glorified spirits, in the forty-ninth year of his age, February 9, 1815 "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord."

15. REV. R. HALL.

"With lifted eyes,

And aspect luminous, as with the light
Of heaven's op'ning gate, he strove to join

His voice with theirs, and breathe out all he felt;
But in the effort, feeble nature sank

Exhausted; and, while every voice was hush'd,
His flutt'ring spirit, struggling to get free,

Rose like a sky-lark singing up to heaven."-WILCOX.

THE death-bed of the Rev. R. Hall, of Leicester, and afterwards of Bristol, was in full accordance with his simple piety, and with that real humility which has so often characterized true genius. When he first announced his apprehension that he should never again. minister among his people, he immediately added: But I am in God's hands, and I rejoice that I am. I am God's creature, at his disposal, for life or death; and that is a great mercy." Again: "I fear pain more than death. If I could die easily, I think I would go rather than stay; for I have seen enough of this world, and have an humble hope."

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When under one of his paroxysms, Mr. Hall said "Wherefore doth a living man complain,-a man for the punishment of his sins?' I have not complained,have I, sir?-and I will not complain." "His sufferings," he remarked, "were great; but what," he added, “are my sufferings to the sufferings of Christ? His sufferings were infinitely greater; his sufferings were complicated. God has been very merciful to me-very merciful. I am a poor creature-an unworthy creature; but God has been very kind, very merciful." Mr. Hall had, during his whole life, suffered at intervals the most excruciating pain; and, in his last hours, he again compared his own sufferings with those of his

Saviour-observing how light his were in the contrast, and saying that "though he had endured as much or more than fell to the lot of most men, yet all had been mercy." This comparison seemed a favourite one with him; and he observed "that a contemplation of the sufferings of Christ was the best antidote against impatience under any troubles we might experience,” recommending the subject to others as the antidote to distress or death.

"I was summoned," says his medical attendant, "to behold the last agonizing scene of this great and extraordinary man. His difficulty of breathing had suddenly increased to a dreadful and final paroxysm. . . . Mrs. Hall, observing a fixation of the eyes, and an unusual expression on his countenance, and indeed in his whole manner, became alarmed by the sudden impression that he was dying, and exclaimed, in great agitation, 'This cannot be dying!' When he replied, 'It is death—it is death-death! O, the sufferings of this body!' Mrs. Hall then asked him, 'But are you comfortable in your mind?' He immediately answered, 'Very comfortablevery comfortable;' and exclaimed, Come, Lord Jesus," come!' He then hesitated, as if incapable of bringing out the last word; and one of his daughters, involuntarily as it were, anticipated him by saying, 'quickly;' on which her departing father gave her a look expressive of the most complacent delight."

16. REV. JOHN ELY.

"Trust thou in Him who overcame the grave;

Who holds in captive ward

The powers of death. Heed not the monster grim,
Nor fear to go through death to Him."-CONDER.

THE late Rev. John Ely, of Leeds, was a Christian of
energetic piety, and a pastor of commanding influence.
All the powers of a cultivated mind, and of a constitu-
tion naturally most active, were freely devoted to his
Master's service. Charming in his family; beloved
beyond an ordinary degree in every pastoral relation—
the faithful reprover, the zealous advocate, the untiring
public servant, "the eloquent orator;" great as was the
space he filled in the public eye, every succeeding year
seemed only to enlarge it. But his bow was strained
too tightly, and his constitution, overwrought with ex-
cessive service, suddenly gave way, amidst the deep
lamentations of his personal connexions, his attached
Church, and the friends of the cause of God in general.
In the commencement of his illness, his mind was, for
a time, overclouded, and "the sorrows of death com-
passed him." His beloved friend, the Rev. Dr. Hamil-
ton-who, after writing his Memoir, himself lay down
to die endeavoured to reason him out of his apprehen-
sions, and after some difficulty succeeded.
"Refer-
ring, in the presence of Mr. John Wade and Mr. Edward
Baines, to the cloud which had passed over him, and
giving to each of them one of his hands, he said, 'It is
on the fulness, freeness, and sufficiency of Christ, in his
person and offices, that I repose my only hope of salva-
tion. This is the doctrine I have preached, and in this
I now find my support.
The time of my depart-
ure is at hand: I have fought a good fight, I have

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finished my course, I have kept the faith: henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing." Now only were heard from his dying lips utterances of calm and assured peace. He 'rejoiced,' he 'triumphed in Christ,' he 'gloried in the cross.' He felt his foundation. He knew his course. He abided by it.

"A friend spoke to him of his usefulness,- Not unto me, not unto me, but to God be all the glory. I look upon my past life, early cast a fatherless boy upon the providence of God; I look within, at motives, and I find that all is defective-all needs the cleansing blood of Christ.'

"The world was now fast receding to him-those who had visited him withdrew, sorrowing that they should see his face no more. To a few of us, later and more mournful duties were assigned. We awaited the ebbing out of life. . . . Being asked whether he was able still to look to Christ as the ground of his confidence, he distinctly said, 'I am.' On Saturday morning, at a quarter to three o'clock, he sighed out his spirit."

The holy servant of God had done his work. Like Dr. Payson, whose death-bed is an eminently beautiful specimen of its kind, he died in character-the pastor was apparent in his latest thoughts.