My dear, dear Youth, whom I love in the Lord, and whom I delight in from our double relationship both in nature and in grace, in our most glorious Christ. -Glory to the Holy Three in One, for the everlasting love of Jehovah, to my dear Vincent in Christ! To tell you how much the perusal of your letter gave me holy joy, with abounding thanksgiving to the Lord; cannot be done with pen and ink. In every instance of grace shown to the children (as we all are by nature) of the Adam-fall transgression; it is a mercy bigger than the world. Had Jehovah saved but one of a race so debased even to hell (Isa. lvii. 9), would have been cause for endless praise through all the ages of eternity (Eph. ii. 7). But when the Lord's sovereign, free, rich, unmerited, unlooked for, unasked for, and unconscious, from the desperately wicked and sunken state of our souls,that we stood in need of; when such boundless mercy manifested to millions all equally undeserving; and that you and I should be included in this marvellous salvation; what a thought is here? Surely the church sings to it in one of her love songs, when she saith; "who remembered us in our low estate, for his mercy endureth for ever" (Psal. cxxxvi. 23). is In respect to my dear grandson's bodily complaints; there is a needs-be for it, and a wisdom blended with love in the appointment. Jesus that numbers the hairs of our head, cannot be inattentive to higher dispensations; nay, it is Jesus that appoints the very exercise under often groan in this time-state of which we If comfort fails, God's faithfulness does not. What though your pitcher is broken? The fountain is still as full as ever.-Williams. our being. He it is, that is so beautifully described (Mal. iii. 3). And were my dear child in some more hallowed moments, when going in before his throne, to watch some precious scripture of his that comes with more than ordinary sweetness, he would hear a voice like that to the disciples, John xiii. 7. Nothing can be more blessed than the study of the subject as it concerns ourselves; wherefore born in nature at one period rather than another ? at one place rather than another? from such and such parents rather than others? And then again in relation to our new birth; where born, when born, by what instrumental means regenerated and called out of darkness into his marvellous light. And as it is the Lord that fixes the bounds of his people's habitation, so the duration of their time-state; where, and when, and how they are to die, with every other circumstance connected with a life on earth, until succeeded by a life of glory in heaven. I would therefore affectionately recommend to my dear Vincent, to leave the event of his present sickness, with all its appendages, to the LORD. Depend upon the truth of that sweet Scripture (Psal. cvii. 7,) for it hath never failed, or can fail in a single instance. My dear child hath but these two great lessons to study; namely, to get more and more acquainted with the utterly lost, helpless, and hopeless state of his own heart by nature; and to get more and more acquainted with the Person, glory, grace, and finished salvation of Him who speaks so sweetly (Hos. xiii. 9.) One word more to my dear child; you called God in your letter to me a reconciled God. Blessed be our glorious, gracious God, he never was at variance with the persons of his people, though angry with their sins. The Holy Three in One (which we always mean when we speak of God), hath never beheld the church but in Christ, and in Him with an everlasting unchanging love. I only just hint this for my dear Vincent's comfort. Farewell, my dear, dear youth, the Lord is with you, He will bless. Love to all with you. Yours in Jesus, ROBERT HAWKER. Plymouth, Dec. 5, 1825. Better is it to go with a few to heaven, than with a multitade to hell, and be damned for the sake of company.-Parr. PRAYER HEARD AND ANSWERED. RETURN FROM THE SEAT OF WAR OF LIEUT.-COL. JOCEYLN. PRAYER makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Were half the breath that's vainly spent, BELOVED READERS,-Judging from the Many poor blind devotees were to be number of inquiries we have received, seen bowing before the Virgin, striking you are deeply interested in the welfare their breasts, and ringing their hands, of Lieut.-Col. JOCELYN. Letters which in seeming solicitude and earnestness, at have appeared in this Journal from the the same time surrounded by all that pen of his Father, the excellent LORD could attract the eye, and pander to the RODEN, have, we know, awakened a spi- passions. But, as in the prophet's day, rit of prayer on his behalf. That prayer so now, there was neither sense nor has hitherto been marvellously answered. hearing on the part of those who were On Sunday afternoon, the Colonel thus entreated. On the other hand, attended the service of the Marbeuf Chapel, at the close of which we had the pleasure of shaking hands with him. He returned from the Crimea the evening previous, upon a two months' leave. He looks remarkably well; and whilst he gratefully acknowledges that he has been the subject of many prayers, he expressed to us a hope, that prayer may still be offered on his account. It is our earnest hope that there may still be an outpouring of grace and supplication on his behalf. May he still be borne upon the hearts of many of God's children. It is remarkable how he has been preserved amid the "deaths oft" into which he has been plunged. Many of our readers will remember the expression of LORD RODEN, in the early part of the correspondence, when he spoke of "the odds being against him," humanly speaking, yet nevertheless “ nothing was too hard for the Lord.” It is blessed, in such eventful and solemn days as these, to see such striking instances in which the Lord ratifies his own ancient and glorious character, as a God-hearing and a God-answering prayer. It would be utterly impossible for us to describe our feelings in greeting, on Sabbath afternoon, one who had been so remarkably preserved. It repaid us for our visit to Paris; and to our mind stood as such a striking practical contrast to, and comment upon, the Tom-foolery of that idolatrous worship in which the vast mass of Parisians had just been engaged. there stood one before us, whose position and perils had been brought before the Lord by many an humble suppliant. In the secrecy of the chamber, where no eye could see, nor ear hearken, but that of our God, many a pilgrim had wrestled, many a plea had been presented, many a "Lord, preserve and bless him!" had ascended with acceptance at the throne. What encouragement for prayer What a motive for renewed supplication! What a stimulus to carry any case and every case that the Holy Ghost may sovereignly lay upon the heart; and, notwithstanding all lets and hindrances, to beseech the Lord to make his wondrous grace and power known. We do thank thee, oh our Father and our God, for condescending, in this day of awful rebuke and blasphemy, to show that Thou art the same yesterday, today, and for ever; as able and as ready to hear and answer prayer now as of old. We thank Thee that Thou hast proved, in this wondrous manner, that "thine hand is not shortened that it cannot save, nor is thine ear heavy that it cannot hear;" but that "power belong eth unto our God, and that his blessing shall be upon his offspring." Go on to be gracious, oh our God, we entreat Thee; and continue to demonstrate, in such ways as seemeth good to thy Godly wisdom, how great and how gracious Thou art. Amen and amen. THE EDITOR. Paris, Tuesday, July 17, 1855. PILGRIM-GLEANINGS. FROM MY BED, TO WHICH I WAS CON- [In a recent Number we extracted from | Christian experience, there is no suspia little Work now passing through the cion that life brings discipline; light a press from the pen of the beloved revelation of the darkness within; and "RECLUSE." Subjoined is another love must be proved and tried; somepage from the same source, which will times in a furnace seven-times heated; shortly be published under the title of there is also the trial of faith, which one "THE PATHWAY OF PROVIDENCE; of old said, was most precious. The OR, RECOLLECTIONS OF MY PILGRIM- bewilderment depicted in those lines, was AGE."-ED.] an entanglement of the mind, not contemplating nine months on the bed, but anticipating in a few weeks to rise in health, to ease, and the enjoyment of this life. The thoughts taken from that centre of all real and abiding peace and joy on which the soul has been accustomed so blessedly to rest, no wonder that doubts assault, where peace and joy may have been over-valued; and the blessed source of all seen more with the eye of sense, that in exclusiveness of faith. The two following exercises will pourtray somewhat of the changes to which we are subject. March, 1843. DOUBTING-UNDER A DARK CLOUD. Where, where is my peace: ah where is it flown? Ah, where is the joy I have felt in times past? Ah, where is the sweetness, I once called my own; Shall I find it to be a delusion at last? Ah, where is my Lord? Have I wandered From the fold have I strayed, from my Have I left my safe pen, on asp-hole to play; ensnare ? I am lost, am amazed, by a mist am surrounded, I see not my Shepherd, I hear not his voice; Oh! I have strayed from the fold, and by foes I am wounded, In my Shepherd's blest Word, I no longer rejoice. I feel there's a snare hid beneath that bright covering: I see it, I see it, yet onward I race; The flesh round the poisonous vortex is hovering, While Spirit cries " stop, and thy footsteps retrace." Behind is all darkness; but a light is before me, So brilliant, so bright, so enchanting to sense. This unfinished piece is inserted to show the exercises to which the renewed soul is subject; such will understand it, but some may wonder that doubts should arise where there had been such precious confidence. Alas, the young believer fancies the Christian path is strewed with roses, pleasing to the flesh, when all seems life, and light, and love; but where there is no knowledge of REVIVAL. April, 1843. A SINNER SAVED BY GRACE. A sinner saved by grace, O Lord; I plead thy precious, precious blood; A sinner saved by grace, I bow, I bring no offering, make no vow; A sinner saved by grace alone- A sinner saved by grace, I sing— And loud my voice will raise, And sinners saved by grace, shall come With palms of victory we stand, Before Thee cast our crowns, Let praises fill your songs: Return, O my soul, to thy Rest; It is sinful, polluted, and vile; Ah, where can a sinner find Rest, Is it found in a vessel of clay? In thyself canst thou find any Rest? Of refuges this is the worst; Sin and Satan-of flesh the great pest, Are strong foes, and for ever accurst. In Jesus alone is true Rest; My soul, hear the gospel's glad sound, That clothed in His blood-sprinkled vest, Thy sins, they shall never be found. Then, where can I look for my Rest? Of sinners, I feel I'm the chief; His blood has all sin washed away; From iniquity's path turn away. In Jesus, my soul, is at Rest; Unpolluted, unspotted, and pure; When thou with his presence art blest; It is joy for his sake to endure. At the foot of the cross take thy Rest, And follow thy Saviour with joy ; Soon, ah soon, shalt thou lean on his breastSin, and self shall no longer annoy. This world is no longer thy Rest, No longer shall vessels of clay, Attract thee, to make here a nest, So polluted and sure to decay. Farewell then, farewell to all Rest, But that which in Jesus I find; Holy Spirit! inspire my breast, With a hope that is wholly divine. O help ine to look to that Rest, Which remains for the flock of that love, That on high I may settle my nest, Until I am translated above. Where Jesus, the only true Rest, Has entered the mansions of bliss ; Oh! I'd leave for a heaven so blest, A world so polluted as this. "LITTLE CHILDREN, KEEP YOURSELVES FROM IDOLS." DEATH DISARMED! [We copy the following interesting ac- the testimony of Jesus' but herein is count of the Rev. CHRISTOPHER the disadvantage I am in, in the thoughts LOVE's last moments from a new and of many, who judge that I suffer not for attractive periodical, entitled, "THE the word of conscience, but for meddling GOSPEL ATLAS," published by Messrs. with state matters. To this I shall briefly Houlston and Stoneman. It is printed say, that it is an old practice of the devil, in small quarto, with lines round the to impute the cause of God's people's pages, and, as a volume, will be very sufferings to be schemes against the state; handsome; but all this is of secondary when, in truth, it is their religion and importance when compared with its conscience they are persecuted for. The weighty words, of which we give the rulers of Israel would put Jeremiah to following specimen.-ED.] death upon a civil account, though it Mr. Love was ordered to be executed was the truth of his prophecy that made on Tower Hill, August 22, 1651, the them angry, because he fell away to the very day the King entered Worcester at Chaldeans. So Paul must die as a the head of his Scots army. He mounted mover of sedition. The same thing is the scaffold with great intrepidity and laid to my charge; whereas, indeed, it is resolution, and, taking off his hat two because I pursued my covenant, and several times to the people, made a will not prostitute my principles to the long speech, wherein he declared the lusts of men; I had rather die a covesatisfaction of his mind in the cause for nant-keeper, than live a covenant-breaker. which he suffered; and then says, "Be- Beloved, I am this day to make a double loved Christians, I am this day made a exchange; I am exchanging a pulpit for spectacle unto God, angels, and men; a and among them I am made a grief to the godly, a laughing-stock to the wicked, and gazing-stock unto all; yet, blessed be my God, not a terror to myself. Although there be but a little between me and death, yet this bears up my heart, there is but a little between me and heaven. It comforted Dr. Taylor, the martyr, when he was going to execution, that there were but two stiles between him and his Father's house; there is a lesser way between my Father's house, but two steps between me and glory; it is but lying down upon the block, and I shall ascend upon a throne. I am this day sailing towards the ocean of eternity, through a rough passage to my haven of rest, through a red sea to the promised land. Methinks I hear God saying to me, as he did to Moses, Go up to mount Nebo, and die there;' so go thou up to Tower Hill, and die there. Isaac said of himself, that he was old, and that he knew not the day of his death, but I cannot say this; İ am young, and yet I know the day, the kind, and the place of my death also. It is such a kind of death as two famous preachers of the gospel were put to before me, John the Baptist, and Paul the apostle. We have mention of the one in Scripturestory; of the other in ecclesiastical history; and Rev. xx. 4, The saints were beheaded for the word, and for scaffold, a scaffold for a throne; and I might add a third,-I am changing this numerous multitude upon Tower Hill, for the innumerable company of angels in the holy hill of Zion; and I am changing a guard of soldiers for a guard of angels, which will receive me and carry me into Abraham's bosom. This scaffold is the best pulpit I ever preached in; for, in the church pulpit, God through his grace, made me an instrument to bring others to heaven; but in this, he will bring me to heaven;-and, it may be, this speech upon a scaffold may bring God more glory than many in a pulpit." 66 Afterwards, he said, Though my blood be not the blood of nobles, yet it is Christian blood, minister's blood, yea, more, it is innocent blood; and, I speak it without vanity, the blood of a martyr. I magnify the riches of God's mercy and grace towards me, that I, who was born in Wales, an obscure country, and of obscure parents, should be singled out for honourable suffering. For the first fourteen years of my life, I never heard a sermon preached; yet, in the fifteenth year of my life, it pleased God to convert me. Blessed be God, who not only made me a Christian, but also a minister, judging me faithful, and putting me into the ministry, which is my glory. I had rather be a preacher in a pulpit, than a prince upon a throne; I had rather be an instrument to bring souls to heaven, than that all nations should bring tribute |