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Rev. Mr. Moseley and Congregation, Hanley, Staffordshire
25 J. Small and Congregation, Axminster Additional Collections in Sussex, by Mess. Hamilton and Buck Colleclions made in the Counties of Cambridge, Huntingdon, Bedford, Bucks,
and Hertford, by Rev. Mr. Frey. Rev. T. Hopkins and Congregation, Linton T. Towne and ditto, Royston
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17 3 Mr. 'Scott and ditto, Godınanchester
5 !5 J.G. Panting and ditto, St. Ive's J. Nicholls and ditto, Kimboiton
9 16 7 Congregation at Gamlingay
3 3 Rev. Mr. Castleden and Cong. Woburn, Bedfordshire 4 14 J. Hoppus and Coog. Yardley
7 Mr. Washbuurn and Congregation, Wellingborough
22 16 J. Renals and ditto,
57 II Mr. Hillyard and ditto, Olrey
19 0 C. Masline and ditto, tler ford
235 17 7 W. B, The Legacy of Mr. B. Coles, inserted in the Magazine for last Month,
ought to have stood as below, the Executors paid the Duty: Legacy of Mr. B. Coles, late of Homerton, deceasel, by
Rev. W. Goode, Ą. M. one of the Executors
List of Lectures, &c. in and near London, for February.
1. Lord's Day Ev. Broad Str. Mr.
Collison ; Hare Court, Mr. W.
Smith ; Peter Str. Dr. Duncan, 2. Mon. Ev. Missionary Prayer-Meet
ing, Jewry Strect. 3. Tr. M. Broad St. Mr. Goode. 4. Wed. Ev. Prayer Meeting for the
Nation, at Mr. Dan. Taylor's,
Whitechapel. 5. Th. M. Monthly Meeting (Indep.)
at Ar. G. Clayton's, Walworih, Mr. Jennings to preach. * A due
Regard to the Olices of Chrișt,&c. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Stollery. The Miracles of Christ.
Iverrey ; Orange Str. Mr. Burder;
Chapel Str. Mr. Greig. 17. Tu. Ml. Broad Str. Mr. Goode. 18. Wed. Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the
Nation, at Mr.Hutchings's, Tooieg
Street. 19. Th. M. Monthly Meeting (Bapt.)
at Mr. Buiton's, Dean Str. Mr. Coxhead to preach. The Law
established by the Gospel. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Austio. --Jus
tification, as stated by St. James.
8. Lord's Day Ev. Chapel Str. Mr.
Stollery; Palace Str. Mr. Greig;
Ferris ; Hare Ct. Mr. J. Thomas. 9. Mon. Ev. Prayer Meeting for the
Nation, $arry Chapel. 10. Tu. M. Broad St. Mr. Ford. 11. Wed. Ev. Prayer Meeting for the
Nation, at Mr. Wall's, Moorfields. 12. Th. Ew. Feiter Lane, Mr. Nicol.
22. Lord's DAY Ev. Broad Str. Dr.
Rippon ; Hare Crt. Mr. Frey;
soa; Chapel St. Mr. Brooksbank.
ing for the Nation, at Mr. J. Clay
ton's, Camomile Street. 26. Th. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Colli.
Faith exemplifieil. 27. Frid. Ev. Lecture to Young Per
sons, at Mr. Stollery's, Chapel Sir, Soho, Mr. Townsend to preach.
Ij. LORD's Day Ev. Broad Str. Mr.
Townsend; Barbican, Mr. Gore;
MINISTERS SUPPLYING AT
E L E G Y
JAMES MOODY, OF WARWICK.
Two famous Statesmen *, and two Heroes brave t,
If polish'd manners, and if taste refin’d, -
Lately, the Man of God exalted stood,
Small spot of earth where rest his sacred bones,
O much-respected, much-lamented friend,
Oft, as thy people tread the flow'ry fields,
* Messrs. Pitt and Fox.
+ Lords Nelson and Cornwallis. # The Upper Avon passes by Warwick, washing the lofty walls of the venerable castle, from wheace it proceeds to Stratford, distant eight miles, celebrated for being the birth-place of Shakespeare.
Mhus shall one speak, and heave a heartfelt siga,
« Till that bless'd hour, much-honor'd friend, - Adieu !! Wotton ander Edge.
W. W. obogotovo MY JESUS.
COMPOSED DURING ILLNESS. 'Tis true, here is another year;
ALAS! how frail our mortal frame ! And I'm permitted to appear
How near the grave we dwell! Before thee, and thy name revere, A sudden cough, a bursting vein,
And we must bid farewell ! Tho' I've abus'd thy providence, My futt'ring heart,--why sink and beat Tho’long I've liv'd in indolence,
So briskly at the thought ? Yet in thy love me recompence,
Why shrink at what each mortal knows, My Jesus.
As though thou knew'st it not? O that I had a glimpse of thee ! It cannot be! Death's arrows tly O that I had but faith to see
Where'er thine eyes survey: Thy righteousuess transferr'd to me, Insatiable he gulps his meal
My Jesus !
Of thousands in a day! But, O this vile deceitful heart,
Alas! tho’ friends and neighbours die, So loth with earthly joy to part,
Death is a stranger still ; I fear will make thee hence depart, And shrinking Nature shuts her eyes
Against the dreaded ill. Then since in sio I am involv'd,
We shun the dart, we shun the sight, On thee be all my sins devolvid,
We shun the place of Death, That I henceforth may be absolv'd, As tho' we never were to meet,
Or to resign our breath ! Sweetly permit me to confide
But let us view this monster near, In thee alone, and none beside ;
Examine bim anew; Ever be thou my God, my Guide, And from the good man's mortal couch
Take an impartial view. But here is no continued rest,
Here say, my soul, what terrors dwell: Earth is a wilderness at best;
Does sear distort his eyes ? But thou canst make me truly blest, Does he view Death as sioners do!
With horrible surprize! On thee then I wili humbly call,
Calm and serene, he smiles to feel When this clay tevement shall fall,
The last dissevering pain; And joy to crown thee Lord of All,
Just as the glimm’ring flame expires, My Jesus !
He whispers, “ Death is gain !" Till then, dear Lord, thy servant keep,
Gain! yes, my soul, to die is gain, By night, by day, awake, asleep ;
To those who are prepar'd : And place me with thy dear-bought They leave their sins, and pains, and sheep,
fears, Keep me dependent on thy grace,
Aud gain a rich reward! Till I shall see thee face to face, May I then seek this wond'rous gain! And be complete in thine embrace, To Jesus let me fly!
My Jesus !
O be my Saviour while I live, 'Ακοσμος. My Saviour when I die! Evesham.
• Quick as the slant Auroral beating ON THE NEW YEAR.
Or as the flight of Fancy's dream,
Roll on your fleeting days ; FROM the pleasant laud of Hermon, Shortly, my form' you shall assume, From the top of Mizar's height; And swelling Earth’s prolific womb Backward look with grateful pleasure ;
A grassy hillock raise. Forward look with sweet delight!
“ To conquer Death is heav'nly art; Viewing time and seasons changing, Nature, howe'er she act her part, Rolling round the circling sup,
Must to the Monarch yield: Hast’ning on the course of Nature, 'Twas He who fought on Calvary, Time, thy race will soon be run!
Ja dyiog gain'd the victory, Run then Time, let Nature hasten
And slew him on the field ! To her destin'd final end :
“ The ensigns which the vidor wears May each year, each moment, bring me Are a rough cross and bloody spears, Nearer to my much-lov'd Friend!
White wool his robe adorns ; Friend to man, the Friend of sinners, And on his bold majestic brow Friend to my once friendless soul; Sits, woven with an olive bough, He that show'd me his great mercy,
A coronet of thorns ! Bids the wheel of Nature roll.
“ His righteousness a shield can forti, Spared to aootber season,
To guard amid the angry storm, Spared to see another year,
That sweeps along the dale, May the life by thee protected,
To turn the point of arrowy show'rs Still thy bounties largely share !
From principalities and pow'rs, Bounties both of grace and goodness
Shot in the shadowy vale. That thy hands so wide bestow;
Faith in his merits arms the soul, Then my grateful thanks I'll offer, While Hope can ev'ry fear controul, Then my heart-felt love shall glow ;
And urge you in the fight :
Then Christian in the valley sings,
60 Death! where are thy venom'd To the world thy praise I'll show!
Puttiög his foe's to flight.
Of irritated waves,
Till in disorder they retire,
And seek, amid phosphoric fire, The Vocal Ashes of a departed Muse.
Unfathomable graves !”
ADJUTÒR TRE Muse is dead! her ashes speak !
on sous movie From the cold tomb the accents break
PSALM LXVIII. 4.
Praise ye Him, Sun and Moon, &c. My friends, direct your wand'ring BRIGAT Şun! thou source of light and eyes
heat, To this instructive stone.
Shine to thy great Creator's praise ! " No foolish epitaph it bears,
He hung thee in the blue expanse, Nor gaudy Pride's insignia wears,
And fill'd thine orb with golden rays!' Nor gives the lie to truth;
Pale Moon! who shedd'st thy silrer But teaches in emphatic sound
beams Some lessons from beneath the ground, O'er the dark reign of şolemn Night, Alike to age and youth !
Praise him in thy nocturnal tour, ~ Reader, approach this shadowing yew,
Who thus, supplies thy sphere with And let your tears the turf bedew,
light! To mark the spoils of Death : Sparkle his praise, ye starry train, Here, prostrate lie the young and old, That spot with gold Night's sable robe, The laurels of the wise and bold, He plac'd your glitt'ring lamps on high
And e'en the poet's wreath! To shine when darkness glodins the “ As in the bright reflecting glass,
globe! Eyeing its surface when you pass, Shall Man, the noblest work of Heaveo, An image starts in view;
Forbear the thankful hymn to raise ? Tho'dark be the surrounding shades, Let gratitude inspire his heart, A mirror's light the scene pervades, To give his gracious Maker praise ! And shews a type of you.
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