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on our Lord's being bound to a Pillar in Pilate's Judgment Hall.

Rev. Sir,

To the Editor, If the following Epigram meets with your approbation, I should be glad to see it

rescued from oblivion, by an early insertion in your valuable Miscellany. Havunt,

Yours, with best wishes, SIMPLEX

Marble the pillar against which he stood :
Marble- the inen that thirsted for his blood !
And more than marble was the Son of God !
From Nature's quarry was the former hewn ,
But hate infernal turn'd the next to stone;
While patience made the Rock of Ages one !
If Faith's perspective bring the scene to view
And Nature's shudder prove the record true,
I, if I weep not, must be marble too !
Weep, then, my heart, mine eyes, a fountain flow;
Melt all my griefs, and deep dissolve in woe
This mind of marble, and this breast of snow !
The pillar, stone! more soft its hardest part
Than that in me, whose rock defies the smart
That rent the Suff'rer, and that brake his heart !
Gome, then, Reflection, and before mine eye,
Let these sad sorrows in perspective lie,
Till marbles weep, and weeping rocks reply!
So shall I stand, as bound with Him who stood
Firm as a rock, resisting unto blood ;
Redemption's witoess, and the friend of God!
Arm'd with his mind, all meeknes, but all zeal,
Patient to bear, tho' exquisite to feel,
Hell's dread assaults, and Heaven's more dreadful will !
Come, then, Othou! my pattern, and my guard ;
In life, - in death, I meet, by thee prepar’d,
My hope's last condict, and its last reward !

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To God all Nature owes her rich supply,
He clothes the lily, tints the rose's die,
Observes the sparrow, hears the raven's cry!
He orders all things, – governs throughout space, --
Sure in his ends and purposes of grace :
Our finite miods in wonder would adore,
And trust the providence we can't explore.
Could we but penetrate the sable cloud,
The sun would spread its cheering beams abroad,
Give us the pleasing contrast to descry,
Of darkness follow'd by an azure sky.
So, could we rend the veil by sorrow made,
That places mercy in the darkest shade;
In light and love our glorious God would shine,
And the full heart adore the Pow'r Divine!

O! for an humble faith, that hopes to rise
Above the presage of o'erclouded skies,
That taught by Heav'n, with steady eye pursues
A holy kingdom, and inimortal views,
Improves the circuinstance of ev'ry hour,
And leaves the end with an Almighty Pow'r! CORNELIA.

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Castle at Deal, 11 o'clock at night,

I saw the broad expanse of ocean covered by innumerable stars! I heard the roar of waves dash successively against the shore! Ah! thought I, bow inconsiderable an atom am I, compared to the objects around me! Yet I see, by the effort of a small part of my frame, these boundlessly sublime objects ; and my mind discovers in their vast extent, only a very sinall part of his works, who is the Comprehensive Miod, operating over this complicated universe. Father Onnipotent, direct my heart to thee! Teach it to perreive wisdom and goodness in all thy works; and to confide, through all the varieties of life, in that benevolence which directs them!

Sweet solemn scene! which Mem’ry's faithful eye
Shall oft, by Recollection's pow'r, supply,
I bid thce now farewell! -- yet, ere we part,
Impress with sucred awe my yielding heart;
Fix all thy solemn silence on my soul,
And hid my passions learn that soft controul
Which now, impress'd upon thy wat’ry breast,
Lulls ev'ry wind and ev'ry surge to rest!

Sweet solemn scene! - The sober veil of night
Owns the sweet magic of pale Luna's light;
Hung o'er the vast expanse, the silver ray
But faintly imitates the blaze of day, -
Flings o'er the wat'ry world reflected pow'r,
And yields to Fancy Meditation's hour;
The sacred hour which bids the weary sleep,
But wakes the muse to wonder, and to weep!

Sweet solemn scene! Silent the trackless ray
Pursues thro'ether its immeasur'd way;
Cheers many a scene, where fancy's ray is lost,
And guides the bark by waves and tempests tost;
Sleeps on the bank where Flora sports at ease,
And lights with partial gleam the waving trees;
With lucid sostness spreads the veil of night,
And yields this world of wonders to our sight!

Sweet solemn scene ! majestically grand !
Shine fairest orb, and all this glitt'ring band !
And ah! may all who contemplate these rays
Unite in gratitude and ardent praise
To Him who rules above this starry sky,
Whose pow'r is wondrous as immensity;
Who recks with chasten'd lustre all the scene,
And writes Omnipotence on ev'ry beam!

Sweet solema scene ! - yet ere I take my flight,
And all this soften'il splendor leaves my sight,
Pour on my soul Devotion's humble strain,-
Retieve my heart from Passion's wayward reign;
Soothe the rebellious sigh, -compose my breast,
Aud bid my heart confess that tranquil rest
Which Hope, which Faith, which Cratitude inspires,
Confided in that Pow'r which rules these mystic fires ! M, CO

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[Concluded from our last.]

Having quitted the army, Mr. Scott took up his abode at Wollerton. This was the place of his stated residence for many years. He had extraordinary zeal for introducing the gospel into places where it was not preached: this was the prevailing desire of his heart. In the barren district in which he was placed, he had many opportunities for gratifying this pious desire. During some of the former years of his residence at Wollerton, he introduced the gospel to Newport, where he built a chapel; to Stoke upoa Trent, where he first preached in the month of June, 1773, to about a thousand bearers; to Whitchurch, to Newcastle, and, probably, to various other places in the adjacent country. At the three former places he had little success. At Newcastle the work of God was considerably prospered for several years; but, for some time past, has been unhappily on the declinc. From Wollerton, he frequently made preaching excursions to places at a considerable distance. He was probably introduced to preach in London before the decease of Mr. Whitfield; for that great and good man gave some account of him in the Tabernaclepulpit, and said, “I have invited him to come to London, and bring his artillery to Tabernacle-rampart, and try what execution he can do here.' He was one of the supplies there for upwards of 20 years; and, it should be noticed, to the praise of Mr. Romaine's liberality, that he nat only gave him encouragement to preach, but was particularly active in bringing him to that place. Notwithstanding he came with so venerable a sanction, a circumstance occurred in his journey which, at the time, induced him to doubt of the propriety of the step he was taking. A tremendous storm of thunder and lightning, which took place as he was entering London, was construed by him as a probable indication of the divine displeasure ; and caused him to fear that the case of the old prophet misleading the young one, was exemplified in his present circumstances. He, liowever, per

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