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of her own black servants, and greatly elated with her ambitious prospects, she made all preparations with great alacrity. The place was sold for ready money, at a much lower figure than it cost, and possession was to be given in two weeks. The gentleman went down to New York one morning to get the money changed to southern notes, and-probably having a short memory-forgot to come back again. It was the last the widow ever saw of him. Search proved unavailing. The only definite information she ever received was, that he was a professional swindler, who had played the same matrimonial game in many different places. And so she went forth into the world alone, to struggle with poverty, her trials still insanctified and her wretched, querulous disposition making her a most unwelcome guest in the home of the humble relatives she bad scorned in her days of prosperity.

“Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbor's service without wages, and giveth him not for his work."

Not here! not here! earth hath no power to give

The bliss for which our burdened spirits sigh; For, were it thus, how soon our faith would lose

Its grasp to purer rest beyond the sky! Hope that is seen no longer nerves the soul

To earnest wrestlings with an angel guestEach lofty purpose of the heart is born

In struggling for a good yet unpossessed. The way to heaven through many a conflict lies

So has the pilgrim Zionward ever foundSome lurking foe will ever haunt our path,

While here below we tread enchanted ground. Just as the eagle stirreth up its nest,

And fluttereth o'er its young—then stoops to bear Them heavenward on its wings, till they shall learn To breast with fearless sweep


airSo God, in mercy, mingles grief and pain

With every tempting cup of earthly joy,
Lest we should cease contending for the crown-

All eager to embrace some trifling toy!
When from the wearying scenes of life we turn,

And lift imploringly our hands to heaven,
A pitying arm supports our weakness then-

Strength to go onward cheerfully is given. Thrice blest are they who patiently endure,

Nor quiver at misfortune's withering breath, Relying on the promise Jesus gave,

Lo I am with you alway unto death."





In a recess by the window,

Where the sunbeams softly play,
IIangs our pretty pet canary,

Singing all the live-long day.
And the turf grows green before him,

And the distant orchards fair,
Opening wide their scented blossoms,

With their perfume fill the air. Wild birds, flitting by the casement,

Join him in his carols sweet, Chanting all their woodland music

In the rose-bush at his feet. With the earliest rosy day-beams

IIe awakes us with his song; Bunyant hope and heart-felt gladness

To his gentlest notes belong. When we strike the sweet chords lightest,

Singing with them soft and low, Then bis gay notes thrill the loudest,

Then his choicest numbers flow. E'en the tea-bell's fairy tinkle

Straight inspires his tuneful notes, And his blithe, ambitious warble

All about the cottage floats. We have learned, and still are learning,

From our song bird's cheerful lay, II ow to span care's evening shadows

With the prism hues of the day, Brightening with our joyous numbers

What is sorrowful and drear, Praising God with cheerful anthems

While he bids us tarry here.

WHEN creation's work was finished,

All the flowers of Eden came,
That they might receive from Adam

For each one befitting name.
When the pleasant task was finished,

And each flower its home had sought, Adam musing sat, and thinking

Of the charms their beauty wrought. Then uprose a blue-eyed flow'ret;

Meekly bowing low its head, “ Lord, by what name didst thou call me?

I remember not," it said. Adam smiling, looked upon it:

“ Hast thou then so soon forgot? Be thou mindful; now I give thee

For a name, Forget-Me-Not." Penitently it departed

To a gleeful dancing brook,
And beneath a drooping willow

Nestled in a grassy nook.
Now, whene'er we stoop to pluck it,

Blooming in this lovely spot, 'Mid the gushing of the waters

Whispers low, “ Forget-Me-Not."


into heaven, many heavens or spheres of bliss, and many degrees of receptivity of that bliss.

Not all Christians die as do those most emi.


No subject appertains so universally to the in- nent for lives of irreproachable purity, and

light in its consideration. Even those who are before us the highest object for a good life-even called Christians specifically, too often are less that we may die a glorious death and receive pleased in the contemplation of this event, than "an abundant entrance into heaven.” We never in many another which belongs to life.

behold Christians who have lived with but a tithe One reason of this is, that such do not think of their hearts in the service of Christ, die like a enough of death, or rightly when they do think Baxter, a Wesley, or a Payson. There are no of it. They regard it as a dread, an awful some- mistakes in the revelations of death. Although thing, which changes our countenance and sends the wicked are said to have no bands' in their us away to be seen on earth no more forever--death, they had no bands in their life. They which introduces us to a distant world where we lived in a state of religious darkness, and only receive admission to await the final judgment at awoke to the great truths of life and immortality, the last day.

in the light which radiates from the throne of In reality death is but the transition era from God, bringing to their clear recognition, their one state of existence to another, and that other, own hearts and their willful blindness against the as we hold, is not determined by a change in the light which lighteth every man that cometh into heart effected years previously without being evi- the world. denced by a corresponding life; nor simply by A man whose life has been devoted to his own what is called a death-bed repentance. Death selfish aggrandizement at the expense of his brings no real change to our real life—we do not neighbors good, albeit his professions may be mean our apparent, exterior life as it appears the loudest in the Church, and he may do many to the world—but that inner, heart-expedience wonderful works to be seen of men, he will not known only to God. As the tree falleth, there it die the glorious death of the righteous or reap lies. He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: their infinitely-glorious awards. He will be unand he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and just stíll. So they whose lives bring forth good he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: fruits of love, charity, long-suffering, etc., howand he that is holy, let him be holy still. A ever humble and unnoticed they may be on earth, dangerous, evil doctrine is it that one may be will be admitted to the society of those high and converted, and afterward, sin as he will, he is sure holy angels in heaven, with them to continue of the final awards of the elect. The fruits of their blessed ministrations in the service of Christ. this belief are seen constantly to be a reproach “Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to religion and a curse to the world. My reward to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvais with me, to give every man according as his tion?" work shall be. Blessed are they that do his com- So long as we are in the world, evil spirits surmandments, that they may have right to the tree round the soul to tempt it away from God and of life, and may enter in through the gates into the right. Subtilely they aim to draw off the the city. Whosoever will, let him take the water thoughts and consequently the life from good, by of life freely.

attacking weak points, salient angles, and undeIt is only the wicked who need fear death. fended ground of the heart. We are ever perThose whose central purpose of life is to glorify fectly free to withstand them, free to seek the God, who love and trust in him, should contem- strength of God to perfect our weakness, and free plate this event as the brightest, most delightful, to persevere even to the end. God has vouchmost glorious of all events, of which it is possi- safed the holy ministry of his angels to also asble for the finite mind to conceive. No subject sist and comfort us. “Their angels do always should have for them equal attraction. Instead behold the face of my Father.” "In all their of shrouding ourselves in the blackness of woe, affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his when we lose a beloved and pious friend, whose presence saved them.” With the sovereignty of life gave good evidence of a saving faith in God, God, in which every one who contemplates his as much as in us is the power, we should rejoice character and attributes must fully believe, we with the joy of angels when a saint is welcomed have nothing to do, except to rejoice and trust, into the kingdom of heaven. The Scriptures more than a child with the right of the parent to give repeated assurance that there is mercy for order and appoint its daily routine of life. Those the wicked who call upon God, even in the latest who believe in an overruling and special Provihour. But there are many kinds of entrance I dence, are ever persons of greatest action. Those

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Christians are most faithful who have the firmest same glorious and dazzling perfections, which faith in God, that he overrules all things accord now only serve to kindle my affections into a ing to the counsel of his own will.

flame, and to melt down my soul into the same To inquire into the exact connection between blessed image, would burn and scorch me, like God's sovereignty and man's freedom is impious. a consuming fire, if I were an impenitent sinner.” This is one of the “mysteries” of godliness to be Witness the last hour of another eminent unfolded to us in eternity. Did we understand man-far more eminent in the world than the it, we should be as gods. We can never solve preceding—the German Goethe. He avows himthis problem more than that contained in the self, that in his seventh year his confidence in union of mind and matter and their dissolution God as a moral governor was shaken if not deat death. It is enough for us to know that we stroyed, owing to the great earthquake at Lisbon. live in a world of sin, and must pass out of it From this he proceeded into a confirmed infidel, through the gate of death--that there is a way or perhaps atheist. By a closed window in a provided for our acceptance in heaven; and that city of his native land he sat, while death was we are accountable for our choice or rejection of ending a career brilliant with worldly honors and

attainments. He had no guide but philosophy Christ is the way, the truth, and the life. We and his own will. Apparently he saw nothing must believe on him, or all our righteousnesses are beyond the dark valley before him. “Open the vain; our lives, however fair, are a failure, and shutters and let in more light,” were his last our deaths but the sequel to such lives. If we words. have been in the habit of loving him and com Among the latest thoughts of Byron were those muning with him, we believe that he will appear of his injured wife and child. “O my poor dear for us in the hour of death and go with us child!" he exclaimed to his confidential serrant. through its deepest waters. We make no new “My dear Adal My God! could I but have seen acquaintances, form no new friendships in our her! Give her my blessing, and my dear sister last hours. If, in our lives, we have been Augusta and her children; and you will go to strangers to the Savior and his holy angels, we | Lady Byron and say-tell her every thing-you can not expect to depend on their love and care are friends with her.” Such thoughts had probat a moment's warning. If we choose the sociably troubled him before. ety of evil thoughts which are prompted by evil For some years previous to his death Camp spirits through our lives, we must have them with bell had become indifferent to posthumous fame. us in our deaths to carry us to their own place. In 1838 he said to some friends, “When I think

Hence, we are in death as in life—"the ruling of the existence which shall commence when the passion strong in death”-only in some instances stone is laid over my head, how can literary faune the vail of mortality has partially fallen away in appear to me, to any one, but as nothing? I be this world, revealing to the spiritual vision a lieve when I am gone, justice will be done to me glimpse of the things which must shortly come in this way--that I was a pure writer. It is an to pass, whether of glory or misery.

inexpressible comfort, at my time of life, to be This was eminently true of Dr. Payson at the able to look back and feel that I have not writclose of his life. “While speaking of the rap ten one line against religion or virtue." turous views he had of the heavenly world," says

The last declaration of Schiller was, "that his biographer, “he was asked if it did not seem many things were growing plain and clear to his almost like the clear light of vision rather than understanding." of faith.” “O!” he replied, “I do n't know-it When Louis XV was near his last hour he is too much for the poor eyes of my soul to bear! saw nothing beyond the influence of his own de they are almost blinded with excessive bright-parture. His last words were, “After me the

All I want is to be a mirror, to reflect deluge," prophetically alluding to the coming some of those rays to those around me. My soul, deluge of blood. instead of growing weaker and more languishing A little before the death of Matthew Henry he as my body does, seems to be endued with an an said to a friend, “A life spent in the service of gel's energies, and to be ready to break from the God and communion with him, is the most combody, and join those around the throne.” fortable and pleasant life that any one can live in

Again he sàid, “Hitherto I have viewed God as this world.” a fixed star, bright indeed, but often intercepted “My friend, the artery ceases to beat," said by clouds; but now he is coming nearer and Haller, the great physiologist

, to his physician, nearer, and spreads into a sun, so vast and glori- while feeling his own pulse, and died. At the ous that the sight is too dazzling for flesh and moment of his death Roscommon repeated to blood to sustain. I see clearly that all these lines of his own version of "Dies Irae." Ad


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dison's dying words to his son-in-law were for mathematics, when he lost the recognition of
perfectly in character—"Behold with what tran- his friends in dying, was asked, by way exper-
quillity a Christian can die.” The dying words iment, the square of 12. He quickly answered,
of Cardinal Beaufort, who was accused of having" 144."
murdered the Duke of Gloucester, were,

Treasured in the heart of every one is the must I, then, die? Will not all my riches save death-bed scene of one or more of the beloved me? I conld purchase a kingdom is that would gone from earth. It may be the mother, our sare my life. What! is there no bribing death!" dearest friend we ever knew, or the strong, noble"Head of the army," were the last words of the hearted father, the young and beautiful sister, greatest of all military chiefs, Napoleon I. the student brother, or the little boy—the sweet,

Archimedes was so intent on the demonstra- laughing pet who brought sunshine into the tion of a geometrical problem, during the sack- house and carried it out under the lid of his liting of Syracuse, that he was deliberately draw- | tle narrow bed. At twilight, “ere the evening ing his lines in his closet, when a soldier rushed lamps are lighted," we look at the sweet, sad picinto his apartment and held a sword to his throat. ture of the last scene in memory, once again and

Hold, friend,” said Archimedes, "for one mo- again, till the sighs well up from our hearts and
ment, and my demonstration will be finished." we exclaim, “Dear ones! why could they not
The soldier, struck with his intrepidity, resolved have been spared!"
to present him to the proconsul.

But when we listen to the good angels who man selecting a small box of mathematical and whisper holy consolations to our hearts, we hear astronomical instruments, which the soldier pre- that they have only gone a little while before us, sumed contained gold, could not escape the and are so infinitely better conditioned than our. temptation of his captor to kill him on the spot. selves, we can not wish them back again in this

Brave men are likewise brave in their deaths. world of sin and change. When the Marquis of Montrose was sentenced Between the leaves of our life's book let us by his judges to have his limbs nailed to the press these memories, as flowers, once sweet and gates of four cities, he said that he was sorry beautiful, but now faded and passed to the semhe had not limbs sufficient to be nailed to all the blance only of what they were; and when weary gates of the cities in Europe, as monuments of with the new scenes of new pages of existence, his loyalty, and on his way to execution he ren we will cast backward long and tender looks, dered this thought into beautiful verse. The mindful of what they once were to us and the Mexican hero exclaimed on his dying-bed of live world around them, what they are now, and of coals, “I now repose on a bed of flowers." what we, too, must become. " He cometh forth When Lucan had his veins opened by order of like a flower and is cut down." This solemn Nero, he expired reciting a passage from one of and beautiful dirge for all the living we do not his own books in which he had described a dying appropriate to ourselves. We live-build, make, soldier. Socrates also died with equal bravery huy, and plan as though we had a lease of mortal after drinking the bowl of hemlock.

existence for centuries, unmindful how soon will Men, curious concerning favorite points, have be filled the allotted measure of our days. When also betrayed the ruling passion in their last we are disappointed in any expectation, too apt hours. The great critic Malherbe when dying are we to lay it to heart, as though the cross reprimanded his nurse for using a solecism in were to be borne forever and when we are her language; and exclaimed to his confessor, elated with prosperity, we are not less prone to who was endeavoring to direct him to the glories carry ourselves as though we were to rejoice alof heaven, “Hold your tongue-your wretched ways in our portion of earthly good. style only makes me out of conceit with them." “This night thy soul shall be required of thee,Pere Bonhours, who paid the most careful atten- is not only true of him to whom the words were tion to the minutiæ of words, called out to his addressed, but of many another in the midst of friends when dying, “Je vas, ou je vais mourir; years and tendril-plants clinging tenaciously to l'un ou l'autre se dit!" Every one who has life. There is no method in the time of death read the closing scene in the life of John Ran- We may insure our lives; we may avail ourselves dolph, remembers his correction of his physician, of every possibility to insure health and longevwho read to him, at his request, on the evening ity, and find all our calculations vain. before his death. The doctor pronounced "om- The great end of life should be preparation for nipotence" with a full sound on the penultimate, death, that whether it come to us to-day, to-morand "impetus" with the e long. Mr. Randolph row, or some other day, we may be willing to go to immediately presented the errors, and argued that "undiscovered country" where our blessed them clear. De Lagny, who had a great taste Savior is, and many beloved friends with whom



we once took sweet counsel. It should be a simply mental improvement, a more attentive joyful thing for us to contemplate death, and hearer is seldom found. One could hardly look then at last a glorious thing to die-to throw off at bim, so dignified in deportment and so comely this poor mortality and become an angel. An in person, or contemplate him in his ardent purangel of heaven! What words can picture the suit of knowledge, without thinking of the young fullness of that joy!

man in the Gospel whom Jesus “loved.” But Wilber was now approaching a crisis in his moral

history. After he had been about a year and a PASSAGES IN THE EARLY LIFE OF PRESI- half in the Cazenovia Seminary, that place was DENT WILBER.

favored with one of the most glorious revivals

that has ever fallen under my observation. Not BY REV. Z. PADDOCK, D. D.

less than 300 souls were converted to God in the JOUR portrait, Mr. Editor, of the late Presi- course of eight weeks. The Seminary itself was,

dent WILBER, and especially as it is accom- however, the focal point of gracious influences. panied by a very suitable memoir, can hardly All of the students, male and female, save perfail to give much satisfaction to the numerous haps two or three young men, who, unable to patrons of the Repository. The likeness, I can stand before the sweeping tide, packed their not doubt, is a good one. For though it is full | trunks and fled, were inducted into the evangeltwenty years since I last saw him, I at once rec- ical kingdom. For days together recitations were, ognize in it an exact outline of my old friend wholly or in part, suspended, so that undivided The eyes, the nose, the mouth, the chin, the fore- attention might be given to the one thing need. head are all his; and, making allowance for the ful. The permanent results were most salutary. inevitable changes of time, the general expres- No less than fourteen of the young men, then sion must be admitted to be remarkably correct; and there made' new creatures in Christ, hare while the artistic execution is every way credita- since become ministers of the Gospel, and sevble to your engraver.

eral of them presidents of literary institutions. But enough about the picture. Perhaps, how- Young Wilber was among the first subjects of ever, a little addendum to your notice of Presi- this work of grace; and having himself found dent Wilber may not be either unacceptable or the blessing of divine forgiveness, he became one unprofitable to your readers. I happen to have of the most active and successful laborers, esbeen personally acquainted with his early relig- pecially so far as the school was concerned. One ious history, and am inclined to ink that a brief case with which he was specially connect de allusion to some passages in it may do good. serves particular notice. At the time of the reI first became acquainted with him in the sum- vival a young man by the name of John Wadsmer of 1827, at Rochester, New York. Being worth Tyler, in consequence of the illness of stationed in that place as the successor of the Principal Smith-since President of Wesleyan Rev. John Dempster, I found young Wilber a University--was acting Principal. With him member of the congregation. He may have Wilber was very familiar. Tyler was not only a been, at an earlier day, an agriculturist; but at young man of fine scholarship, but of unblamathe time referred to he was a journeyman cord ble moral habits. So far as the mere form is wainer, in the twenty-second year of his age. concerned, he was indeed even religious; taking Though a stranger to experimental religion, he his regular turn in conducting chapel and table was a remarkably-steady attendant at the house service, and the like. As he himself expressed of worship, and in other respects a young man it, he was always ready to give his influence in of unexceptionable moral habits. Determined favor of religion.” At the commencement of to obtain a good education, he laid every thing the revival he professed much gratification in seeunder contribution to that object. He toiled ing it, and hoped it would be general. As it hard, and hoarded every penny he honorably progressed, however, it was easy to see that he could. His plan was understood, and special was not a little disturbed, and especially when he facilities were afforded him for carrying it into saw it was coming nearer and nearer to him. execution.

The elder students were rapidly "falling into At the end of two years I was removed from line” as disciples of the Savior, and at once be Rochester to Cazenovia; and about the same time gan to evince a deep solicitude for the salvation Wilber found himself in possession of sufficient of the young Principal. This evidently annoyed means to justify him in coming to that place him. At a moment of great interest in one of as a student in the Oneida Conference Seminary. our most powerful meetings, I saw his friend llere, therefore, I again met his intelligent face | Wilber go to him, and, throwing his arm around in the house of God. Though his object was his neck, entreat him to come forward to the al

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