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“ Quick as the slant Auroral bearis

Or as the light of Fancy's dream,

Roll on your feeting days ;
From the pleasant land 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 sun,

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!

Te dying 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 adoras ; 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 wheck of Nature roll.

“ His righteousness a shield can forut, Spared to another season,

To guard amid the angry storm, s 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 :
And for ever,

Then Christian in the valley sings,
Lord, for ever

0 Death! where are thy venom'd To the world thy praise I'll show!

stings? Chatham.


Putting his foe's to flight.
Proof (...) com os

So does a firm and valiant rock
Nobly sustain the furious shock,

Of irritated waves,
Sepulchre of Instruction,

Till in disorder they retire,
OR :

And seek, amid phosphoric fire,
The Vocal Ashes of a departed Muse.

Unfathomable graves !”

ADJUTO.. The Muse is dead! her ashes speak! .

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In soft but solemn tone ;
And virtually to all she cries,

Praise ye Him, Sun and Moon, &c. + My friends, direct your wand'ring BRIGAT Sun! thou source of light arid 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’dthine 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 solemn Night, Alike to age and youth !

Praise him in thy nocturnal tour, “Reader, approach this shadowing yew,

Who ihus, supplies thy sphere with And let your tears the turf bedew,

light! To mark the spoils of Death : Sparkle lis 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 i Eyeing its surface when you pass, Shall Man, the noblest work of Heaven, Ap 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.


J. W.

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Write thine own life for divine inspection, as well as human. Before men read it, I shall know what the Lord says of it; and it is not he that commendeth himself that is approved, but whom the Lord commendeth. I shall not affix my alfidavit to what I may write; and say, “ This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ;' though I should not objcet to doing it to the first and last of these assertions. Jolin vii. 18 has for some time forbid my complying with the request of friends; as also, what was once said by a dying good man, in a despairing frame, to persons who told him that he would be greatly praised after his death :-"Ah! it is a poor consolation to think that I shall be praised where I'am not, and tormented where I am!” I have nothing good in me, but what I have reccived; and I have received nothing good, but what I have abused ; and therefore I can have nothing whereof to boast : and by the time the Lord has had all the honour which belongs to hiin, out of all our perforinances, there will be very littic honour left for us.

John Kingdon's father and mother, William and Ann King. don, were descended from reputable parents, both in a civil and religious sense. They comfortably brought up five sons and two daughters, viz. Samuel, William, John, Ann, Mary, Edmund, and Joseph, carrying on a good trade in the woollen line, at Silverton, in Devonshire. They were much respected ; an:l attended the public worship of God, mostly among the Dissenters, at Silverton, Thorverton, and Exeter. Dissenting' ministers and clergymen often visited them at their house at Silverton.

John Kingdon, the writer of this Memoir, was born at Silverton, December 6, 1730, 0. $. where he went to school, first to Mr. Bearc, and afterwards to Mr. Taylor ; both of whoin rex garded the morals, as well as the instruction, of their scholars.

At about ten or eleven years of age, I was, for some minutes, supposed to be dead of the small-pox; and the report of my death was spread abroad : and about my fourteenth year, I was bitten by a large mad dog; and was supposed to be infected with the canine disorder ; but Providence blessed the means used by Dr. Chamberlain, of our town, to my recovery.

About the year 1748, my father and Mr. Broadmead, another serge-maker, removed from Silverton, in Devon, on account of the frequent mobbing and combinations among the workmen there, to Milvertor, in Somerset; by which means I had the great privilege of sitting under the valuable ministry of the Rev. Robt Day, of Wellington, about four miles from Milverton.

In 1751, as that branch of the clothing business carried on by my father, became unproductive; and several fiiends, particularly a Capt. Kenwood, of Topsham, recommended my entering upon a sca-faring life, I accordingly, after learning navigation, engaged with Capt. Roberts, of Exmouth, master of the brig Two Brothers, to go with him to Waterford, in Ireland, for passengers and provisions; and from thence to Little Persentia, in the :outh-west part of Newfoundland, where we staid frorn May to October, catching and curing cod-fish, which we carried to Spain. We then took in a freight of Barrilla wine, &c. for London, with which we arrived on the Cornish coast on Christ. mas-Eve; and, in a heavy gale, were in danger of being driven ashore in Mount's Bay; and, afterwards in going up the Channel, received so much damage, as rendered the vessel mit for ser. In the next spring, 1752, I went another voyage to Carliz, Gibraltar, und Malaga, whence we brought a cargo of wine and fruit for Bristol ; where we arrived in October, finding, to our surprize, our counirymen reckoning eleven days before us, thro' the alteration of the style. In the following spring, 1753, I got a birth on board the snow Minerva, Capt. Woolcombe, of Topshum, bound with bale goods, worth upwards of 30,0001. to Gunoii, Leghorn, Naples, and Messina ; and after discharging our cargo, we took in another of wheat at Leocatta, in Sicily, and carried it to Malaga; from whence we carried a cargo of wine and fruit to Poole, in Dorsetshire ; and after discharging it, we returned to Topsham, which closed my sea-laring life." · I have great reason for than's fulness to the God of my life for many remarkable deliverances in licavy gales of wind, wh'n on sea-shores, &.; and I have still greatcr reason for thanktulness for God's restmining goodass in keeping me from the three csily besetting sins of somen, especially in harbours, viz. cirunkenness, swearing, and uncleanness. With sincere gratitude I appeal to ilim, ils knoiling that during the whole of my scan faring lit, le tiver lut we once, eitier to be intoxicated with liqner, or to utler a protane oath, or to salute a foreign V iss and for the honour of God's grace, and the manifestation of the truil, 1 119 w assert in my old age (in my seventy

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