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His humility and meekness were traits in his character, not less deserving of notice than those already enumerated. And that he possessed the genuine spirit thereof, his whole deportment, his daily walk and conversation, might be cited as proof. · His patience in affliction, and cheerful submission to the dispensation of Divine Providence in afflicting him, are worthy of being particularly noted. During his long and painful illness, he was never heard once to murmur or complain. He sustained his, affliction with truly Christian fortitude; and so far from manifesting any impatience or fretfulness, that his patience, his meekness, and his sweetness of disposition, never once forsook him for a moment. The tenderness of his parents and sisters in ministering to his wants and his comfort affected him much. He received with thankfulness every act of kindness and attention, while, often, the tear of gratitude and of affection would glisten in his eye, accompanied by a prayer that God would bless and reward them therefor, and comfort and support them when he should be no more. He observed to me once with much emotion, when I had called to see him, that “ he did not know until since he was afflicted, how much his parents loved him.”
It was his delight to converse on subjects of experimental and practical religion, especially with those by whose knowledge, experience and piety, he expected to be profited. And often has he on such occasions, enjoyed, in the best sense,
“The feast of reason and the flow of soul.” His character may be summed up in a few words. From the commencement of his Christian course till his death, he uniformly adorned his profession by a godly walk and chaste conversation ; upright and exemplary in his conduct, meek and humble in his deportment, amiable and gentle in disposition; "sober minded; in all things shewing himself a pattern of good works: in doctrine shewing uncorruptness, gravity, sincerity, sound speech that can-. not be reproved.” Therefore his “light so shone before men, that they seeing his good works,” were constrained “to glorify God.”
In confirmation of the character here drawn of the subject of this memoir, I will add the following extracts of letters received since his death, which will shew the high opinion which was entertained of him by the writers thereof; all of whom are eminent ministers in the Methodist travelling connexion, Extract of a letter from the Rev. Alexander Cummins, Presiding Elder of the Kentucky District, to the Rev. James Quinn, dated,
“ Cincinnati, Feb 29, 1822. · "I have just received from brother J. Collins, the painful intelligence of the death of our brother John Inglish, junr. As I understand that it is expected a memoir of his life will be prepared by brother W------, I send you the following:
“Some time near the close of May last, this pious youth came to Cincinnati, partly for his health, and on a visit. When I saw his declining state of health, I advised him to spend a few weeks with me in Kentucky. Accordingly we set out near the last of May, and continued together about five weeks. In all this time he seemed much devoted to his God. I remember at a quarterly-meeting I held in Woodford Court-house, on this tour, he received a remarkable blessing, and rejoiced in God exceedingly, especially during the administration of the Lord's Supper.
“I have known many pious young men, but none in whose company I was more happy; and we spent weeks together, day and night. He frequently spoke of his bad health, and always with a calmness which indicated a preparation to go whenever called.
“I have known him from a child; but I shall know him no more after the ordinary manner. He has waited on me and other ministers at his father's hospitable house, from the time when he was a child; but now he waits for us on the banks of deliverance, where I hope to meet him and dwell with him for ever." Extract of a letter from the Rev. John Collins, stationed preacher in Cincinnati, to Mr. and Mrs. Inglish, dated,
“ Cincinnati, March 2, 1822. “By Dr. E- , I first heard of the death of your beloved son; and although I had for some time feared this event, yet I found myself unprepared for the melancholy news. Although we receive life on the condition that we resign it at any time, by any means, that may best comport with the Divine will; yet we feel the need of much grace to support us under the loss of near and dear friends and relatives. But my sorrow soon gave place to a heavenly joy, when I reflect on the whole wise and gracious dispensation. God is too wise to err; too good to do wrong. This is the anchor ground of every pious soul, under every dark dispensation of Divine Providence. .
“But few have so much cause of rejoicing as you, my dear friends. Your son was called of God in early life, to serve Him; he obeyed the heavenly calling, and devoted his whole soul, in an unusual manner to his God. Who ever beheld a more rapid growth in grace in so short a time? Who ever heard him pray, but can, and ever will recollect with what holy violence he took the kingdom? Never did I hear him pray without fervently imploring God for holiness of heart,-a grace which, I have no doubt, he received and enjoyed in a high degree.
“During the short time he tarried in this city, he manifested the greatest resignation to the Divine will-whether life or death. I never shall forget the affecting, the interesting occasion of parting with him, for the last time, at Maysville, in July last. When he affectionately pressed the parting hand, he said, “0, Father Collins, pray for me ; that God may afford me grace to bear my
affliction with becoming patience, and meet my lot with joy and triumph.' Yet I could hardly persuade myself, that we were to meet no more until the dead small and great must stand before God.”
Extract of a letter from the Rev. James Quinn, to the writer, giving an account of some particulars concerning the death of our brother Inglish, dated,
“Chillicothe, Feb. 22, 1822. * I often visited our dear brother John Inglish during his affliction, but never heard a murmur or complaint from him ; nor did I at any time discover impatience or fretfulness in him. He sometimes complained of an insensibility of soul and langour of spirit; yet he always professed a firm and unshaken confidence in God his Saviour.” After giving an account of his death, brother Quinn concludes :-"Upon the whole, this is the most happy and triumphant death I have ever witnessed; and I could but exclaim, 'Let my last end be like his.'”
I might multiply extracts of letters, similar to the foregoing, from a file of them, put into my hands, most of which are from ministers of the gospel, with whom the deceased corresponded; but these may suffice.
It cannot be expected, neither is it contended, that our young brother Inglish was entirely free from faults. But if any he had, I confess I have not been able to discover them. And it is with pleasure that I add my humble testimony to those of his other friends, that I have never been acquainted with any one whose Christian character I esteemed more highly. This is the estimation in which he was held by a large circle of friends and acquaintances, who still affectionately cherish his memory. And his enemies, if enemies he had, will readily admit,
. “That even his failings lean’d to virtue’s side." In contemplating the dispensation of Divine Providence, in removing at so early an age, a young man of so much piety and worth, whose talents and zeal justified his friends in cherishing the belief that he was intended, by the Great Head of the Church, for more extensive usefulness therein; we derive some consolation from the declaration of Him who “spake as never man spake,"_"What I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter.” And we are led to the reflection of the poet :
4 Not greatly to discern, nor much to know,
Mankind are born to wonder and adore !" “Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for the end of that man is peace.”
- SAMUEL WILLIAMS. Chillicothe, 20th Dec. 1822.
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The Attributes of God Displayed.
DREADFUL EARTHQUAKE AT ALEPPO. We copy from the Religious Intelligencer the following account of this tremendous scene of devastation and confusion.
Aleppo, or Haleb, is one of the principal cities of the Ottoman empire, situated in an extended plain, but built on several little hills, on the highest of which the castle is erected, about 250 miles north of Jerusalem. Its population is estimated at about 250,000. The houses are large and commodious, all nearly of the same height, having terraces on the top, so that persons may pass from house to house without descending into the streets. It is encompassed with walls of hewn stone, about three miles in circumference, but including the suburbs, especially those to the north, the circuit of the city is not less than five miles. It is one of the cleanest and best built cities in the Turkish dominions ; the houses are of hewn free stone, and some of the mosques rise to elegance and magnificence; these, contrasted with the tall cypress trees, give the whole a most picturesque appearance. But, " In one hour is so great riches brought to naught.”
The following narrative of this most awful calamity is from the pen of Mr. Benjamin Barker, an agent of the British and Foreign Bible Society, who was preserved almost miraculously from the general destruction. Garden of Ibrahim, Aga, near the ruins of Aleppo, Aug. 23, 1822.
« With a heavy heart I take up my pen to trace anew in my dejected mind the most dreadful of all events.* The wounds of affliction must bleed afresh when I recal to my memory the lamentations of fathers for their children, of children for their fathers, of husbands for their wives, and of wives for their husbands, running naked from place to place, imploring the protection of the Almighty; or with their feeble hands trying, amidst the falling ruins, to extricate themselves and their relations.
“On the night of the 13th of August, about half-past nine o'clock, Aleppo, the third city of the Ottoman empire, built entirely of stone, was, in the space of a few seconds, brought down to its foundations.
“I was at that time asleep on the terrace of my particular friend Mr. Maseyk, who, by the help of the Almighty, was mercifully saved, with all his family.
“ About half an hour previous to the great shock a light one was felt, when I took the precaution to draw my bed from under
*Only a fow weeks previous to the earthquake, Mr. Barker had disposed of, by cheap sale, no less than 499 Arabic New Testaments, and 640 Arabic Psalters. Von VI.
a very high wall where it was placed. I was soon awakened by the fall of that wall, on the very spot where my bed had stood. I sprang from my couch, and, without waiting to dress myself, fled into the house, which I found falling on all sides.
“To remain in the house, or to take to flight through the streets, amidst falling houses, appeared to be equally dangerous.
“I recommended my soul to God, and embraced the latter resolution. In consequence I descended the back stairs of Mr. Maseyk's house, by the Almighty's guidance, for the great staircase fell at the same time.
“The darkness of the night, and the clouds of dust that covered the atmosphere, prevented me from perceiving the stones and rubbish on the stairs which had fallen from a part of the house, and consequently I was precipitated into the court-yard on a dead body. . "How can I express my feelings at that moment, ignorant on what body I had fallen! I was half dead with fright and horror, I afterwards learnt that it was a faithful servant, who a second before had descended those stairs, when some stones of an adjoining Turkish house fell on him and killed him.
"I quitted that melancholy spot, and like a man deprived of his senses, ran amidst the falling walls to the gate of the town, which is situated at some distance from my friend's house. It was on my road, among narrow streets, that I was destined to witness the most horrible of all scenes. The lights of the houses whose sides had fallen, exposed to my view men and women clinging to the ruined walls of their houses, holding their children in their trembling arms; mangled bodies lying under my feet; and piercing cries of half buried people assailing my ears; Christians, Jews, and Turks were imploring the Almighty's mercy in their respective tongues, who a minute before did not perhaps acknowledge him.
After a great deal of trouble and fatigue, running among the ruins, I arrived exhausted at the gate of the city, called Babelfanige, the earthquake still continuing. Cold and dreadfully bruised, and cut in my body and feet, I fell on my knees among a concourse of people to thank the Almighty for iny happy deliverance from the jaws of death. But the gate of the city was shut; and nc one dared to risk his life under its arch to open it. After recommending my soul again to my Creator, I threw myself on the gate. I felt in the dark and perceived that it was not locked, but the great iron bars that went across the folding doors were bent by the earthquake, and the little strength I retained was not sufficient to force them. I went in quest of the guards, but they were no more!
“I fell again on my knees before the Almighty, who alone could save me from the iminediate peril of being crushed to death. I did not forget in my prayers the miserable creatures around me.