rection make upon our dead Bodies Perhaps the Worins have feasted themselves upon our Last Dust; but they shall refund it, and give back every (Atom; all that really belongs to our numerical Body. The Fishes perhaps have eaten the Carcase, buried in the Waves, and Lost in the Depths of the Ocean. But the sea also shall return it back, and give up the Dead which are in it. These Bodies may dis solve, and scatter among the Elements. Our Fluids may forsake their Vessels; the zolid contract, and fold up in its primitive Miniature. And even after that the little invisible Bones may moulder to finer Dust, the Dust may refine to Water, wander in a Cloud, float in a River, or be lost in the wide Sea, and undistinguished Drop among the Waves They may be again sucked up by the Sun, and fall in a Shower upon the Earth; they may refresh the Fields with Dew, flourish in a Spire of Grass; look green in a Leaf, or gaudy in a Flower or a Blossom. THE BUTTERFLY, A TYPE OF THE RESURRECTION; FROM THE MEDITATION OF CASSIM, THE SON OF AIMED. AN ESSAY. What more entertaining specimen of the Resurrection is there, in the whole Circumference of Nature? Here are all the wonders of the Day in Miniature. It was once a despicable Worm, it is raised a kind of painted little Bird. Formerly it crawled along with a slow and leisurely Motion: now it flutters aloft upon its guilded Wings How much improved is its speckled Covering, when all the Gaudiness of Colour is scattered about its Plumage. It is spangled with Gold and Silver, and has every Gem of the Orient sparkling among its Feathers Here a brilliant spot, like a clear Diamond, twinkles with an unsullied Flame, and trembles with num'rous Lights, that glitter in a gay Confusion. There a Saphire casts a milder Gleam, and shews like the blue Expanse of Heaven in a fair Winter Evening. In this Place an Emerald, like the calm Ocean, displays its cheerful and vivid Green. And close by a Ruby-flames with the ripened Blush of the Morning. The Breast and Legs, like Ebony, shone with a glorious Darkness; while its expanded Wings are edged with the golden Magnificence of the Topaz Thus the illustrious little creature is furnished with the divinest Art, and looks like an animated composition of Jewels, that blend their promiscuous Beams about him. Thus, O Cassim, shall the Bodies of Good Men be raised; thus shall they shine, and thus fly away. FROM THE CONFLAGRATION. But 01 what sounds are able to convey And strong convulsions work the valley's face; Yet shall ye, flance, the wasting globe refino, And bid the skies with purer splendour shine, NEW ENGLAND HYMN. To Thee the tuneful Anthem foars, We here have sought our calm retreat. Blooms through the thickets of the wild Here Liberty erects her throne; Here Plenty pours her treasures down; Peace smiles, as heavenly cherubs mild. Lord, guard thy Favors: Lord, extend Where farther Western Suns descend; Nor Southern Seas the blessings bound; Till Freedom lift her cheerful head, Till pure Religion onward spread, And beaming wrap the world around JOSEPH GREEN. JOSEPH GREEN, who, during the greater part of a long lifetime, maintained the reputation of being the foremost wit of his day, was born in Boston, in 1706, and took his degree at Harvard, at the age of twenty. He next engaged in business as a distiller,* and continued in mercantile pursuits for many years, thereby amassing a large fortune. Without taking a prominent part in politics, his pen was always ready when any occasion for satire presented, to improve it for the columns of the contemporary press, or the separate venture Jos Green of a pamphlet. These effusions were in smoothly writton verse, and are full of humor. One of the most prominent is, Entertainment for A Winter's Evening: being a full and true Account of a very strange and wonderful Sight seen in Boston, on the twenty-seventh of December, 1749, at noon day, the truth of which can be attested by a great number of people, who actually saw the same with their own eyes, by me, the Hon. B. B. Esq. This long title is a prelude to a poem of somo dozen loosely printed octavo pages only, in which the celebration of a masonic festival in a church • "Ambition Ared the 'stiller's pato."-Byles, is satirized: the procession to the place of assem- O Muse renown'd for story-telling, Now while the streams like marble stand, Now while the hills are cloth'd in snow; In social conversation sit. Cone, goddess, and our ears regale Who were the men, and what they were, Another of his poe:ns is, A Mournful Lamentation for the Death of Mr. Old Tenor, written after a change in the currency. He was also a contributor with Byles, and others, to " A Collection of Poems, by several hands," published at Boston, in 1744. An Elegy on the long-expected death of Old Janus (the New England Weekly Courant) is no doubt from the pen of one of the two wits, whose productions it is not always easy to distinguish, and whose talents were combined in a wit combat which excited much merriment at the time. It arose from the desire of Governor Belcher to secure the good company of Dr. Byles in a visit by sea to some Indian tribes on the eastern coast of the province. Byles declined his invitation, and the Governor set sail from Boston, alone, on a Saturday, dropping anchor before the castle in the bay, for Sunday. Here he persuaded the chaplain to exchange pulpits with the eloquent Doctor, whom he invited on board in the afternoon, to tea. On leaving the cabin at the conclusion of the repast, he found himself, to his surprise, at sea, with a fair wind, the anchor having been weighed while he was talking over the cheering cup. Return was out of the question, and the Doctor, whose good-natured countenance seems to indicate that he could take as well as give a joke, no doubt made himself contented and agreeable. On the following Sunday, in preparing for divine service, it was found that there was no hymn-book on board, and to meet the emergency, Byles composed a few verses. On their return Green wrote an account of this impromptu, with a parody upon it, to which Byles responded, by a poem and parody in return. The whole will be found at the conclusion of this article. Green's entire was universally directed against arbitrary power, and in favor of freedom. He frequently parodied the addresses of Governor Belcher, who, it is supposed, stood in some awe of his pen. In 1774, after the withdrawal of the charter of Massachusetts by the British Purlin ment, the councillors of the province were appointed by the crown, instead of as heretofore being chosen by popular election. One of these appointments was tendered to Green, but imme diately declined by him. He did not, however, take any active part on the popular side, the quiet, retiring habit of his mind, combining with the infirmities of his advanced years, as an inducement to repose. In 1775 he sailed for England, where he passed the remainder of his life in a secluded but not inhospitable retirement. He died in 1780. A humorous epitaph written on Green by one of his friends, in 1743, indicates the popullar appreciation of his talents: Siste Viator, here lies one, Whose life was whim, whose soul was pun, HYMN WRITTEN DURING A VOYAGE. Great God thy works our wonder raise; Thy power produced this mighty frame, Round thee the scaly nation roves, Thy opening hands their joys bestow, Through all the blushing coral groves, These silent gay retreats below. See the broad sun forsake the skies, And star-beams tremble o'er the tide. In David's Psalms an oversight The part wherein the prophet fail'd. The task perform'd, the bard content, Unless loud fame our faith beguile1, Sat down, took out his book and said, "Let's sing a psalm of Mather Bylos," Byles's favorite cat, so named by his friends, At first, when he began to read, Their heads the assembly downward hung. But he with boldness did proceed, And thus he read, and thus they sung. THE PSALM With vast amazement we survey Where mackerel swim, and porpoise play And crabs and lobsters creep. Fish of all kinds inhabit here, And throng the dark abode. Here haddock, hake, and flounders arc, And eels, and perch, and cod. From raging winds and tempests free, So smoothly as we pass, The shining surface seems to be A piece of Bristol glass, But when the winds and tempests risc. Our heads the tottering motion feel, Giddy as new-dropp'd calves, and reel And tribe of Penobscot. PARODY BY MATHER BYLES In Byles's works an oversight A song to sing, when folks are drunk. Thus in the chimney on his block, The poet's volume to complete. Long paus'd the lout, and scratch'd his skull, Then took his chalk [he own'd no pen,] And scrawl'd some doggrel, for the whole Of his flip-drinking brethren. The task perform'd-not to content - Ill chosen was each Grub-street word; To hear it bellow'd round the board. Full fraught with flip and songs obscene, SONG. With vast amazement we survey Where punch succeeds to strong sangree, I Drink of all smacks, inhabit here, Here's rum, and sugar, and small beer, From cruel thoughts and conscience free, At once, like furies up we rise, Till we two moons distinctly see- Dr. Byles's cat, alluded to in the piece just quoted, received the compliment of an elegy at her decease, which is stated, in an early manuscript copy in the Philadelphia library, to be written by Joseph Green. The excellence of the lines will, perhaps, embalm grimalkin in a more than Egyptian perpetuity, and give her claim to rank, at a humble distance, with the great ones of her race: "Tyb our cat," of Gammer Gurton's Needle. the sportive companion of Montaigne in his tower,t and the grimalkin who so demurely graces the top of the great arm-chair of the famous Dr. Syntax. Our copy is taken from the London Magazine of November, 1733, where it is introduced by a request for its insertion by a subscriber, and is accompanied by the psalm and parodies already quoted. Oppress'd with grief in heavy strains I mourn In acts obscene she never took delight; I stroked her head, her ears, her back, and tail; JOHN CALLENDER And as I stroked improv'd my dying song Ofttimes when lost amidst poetic heat, Then, friends, indulge my grief, and let me mourn, Look often round (O greatest cause of pain), Green, like Byles, and almost all men of true humor, could pass from gay to grave with grace and feeling. The Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of the Rev. Jonathan Mayhew,* which is attributed to him, amply meets the requirements of its occasion. It is fully described in the prefatory argument. "Fidolio and Duleius, young men of a liberal education, who maintained a great esteem and affectionate regard for the deceased, were separated from each other for several years. Fidelio, after a long absence, pays an early visit to Duleius, his friend and former companion, whom he finds in his bower, employed in study and contemplation. Their meeting begins with mutual tokens of love and affection; after which they enter into a discourse expressing the beautiful appearance of the summer season, and their admiration of the works of Providence; representing, at the same time, the beautiful but shortlived state of the flowers; from whence Fidelio takes occasion to draw a similitude typical of the frailty and uncertainty of human life; he observes the stalk of a vine which has been lately struck by thunder. This providential event reminds Fidelio of the afflictive dispensation of the law of God in the death of a late useful and worthy pastor, which he reveals to his companion. They, greatly dejected, bewail the loss of so trusty, useful, and worthy a man, but mutually console each other, by representing the consummate happiness which saints enjoy upon their admission to the mansions of inmortal felicity. They conclude with an ode, expressing a due submission to the will of Ileaven.' We quote this conclusion. ODE Parent of all! thou source of light! Whose will seraphic powers obey, The heavenly Nine, as one unite, And thee their vow'd obeisance pay. An Eclogue Sacred to the Memory of the Rev. Dr. Jonsthan Mayhew, who departed this life July 9, anno salutis bumana: 1766, statis 46. The wise, the just, the plous, and the brave, Live in their deaths, and flourish in the grave, Grain hid in earth repays the peasant's care, And evening suns but rise to set more fair. Buston: printed by Thomas and John Fleet. Permit us, Lord, to consecrate Thy sovereign wisdom form'd the plan, All earthly beings here who move, Thou hast the keys of life and death, Our morn of years which smile in bloom, Lord, in thy service us employ, JOHN CALLENDER 123 preach by the first Baptist Church in Boston, of which his uncle, Elisha Callender, was pastor, having succeeded Ellis Callender, the grandfather of the subject of this sketch, in the same office. In August, 1728, he accepted a call to the Baptist church in Swansey, Massachusetts, where he remained until February, 1730. He was next after settled over the first Baptist church at Newport, where he continued until his death, after a lingering illness, January 26, 1748. Soon after his removal to Newport he became a member of literary and philosophical society established in the place, at the instigation, it is supposed, of Dean Berkeley, in 1780, afterwards incorporated in 1747, with the title, in consequence of the dona tion of five hundred pounds sterling by Abraham Redwood, of "the Company of the Redwood Library." In 1739 Mr. Callender published An Histo rical Discourse on the civil and religious affairs of the Colony of Rhode Island and Procidence Plantations, in New England, in America, from the first settlement, 1638, to the end of the first century. It was delivered on the twenty-fourth of March, 1738, the first centennial anniversary of the cession of Aquedneck or Rhode Island by the sachems Cannonicus and Miantunnomu, “unto Mr. Coddington and his friends united unto him.”* It occupies one hundred and twenty octavo pages in the reprint by the Rhode Island Historical Society, and contains a concise and temperate statement of the difficulties with the Massachu setts colonists which led to the formation of the settlement, its early struggles, its part in King Philip's war, and of its social and ecclesiastical affairs. He dwells with just satisfaction on the liberal principles of the colony. I do not know there was ever before, since the world came into the Church, such an instance, as the settlement of this Colony and Island. In other States, the civil magistrate had for ever a public driving in the particular schemes of faith, and modes of worship; at least, by negative discouragements, by annexing the rewards of honor and profit to his own opinions; and generally, the subject was bound by penal laws, to believe that set of doctrines, and to worship God in that manner, the magistrate pleased to prescribe. Christian magistrates would unaccountably assume to themselves the same authority in religious affairs, which any of the Kings of Judah, or Israel, exercised, either by usurpation, or by the immediate will and inspiration of God, and a great deal more too. As if the becoming Christian gave the magistrate any new right or authority over his subjects, or over the Church of Christ; and as if that because they submitted personally to the authority and government of Christ in his word, that therefore they might clothe themselves with his authority; or rather, take his sceptre out of his hand, and lord it over God's heritage. It is lamentable that pagans and infidels allow more liberty to Christians, than they were wont to allow to one another. It is evident, the civil magistrate, as such, can have no authority to decree articles of faith, and to determine modes of worship, and to interpret the laws of Christ for his subjects, but what must belong to all magistrates; but no magistrate can have more authority over conscience, than what is necessary to preserve the public peace, and that can be only to prevent one ecct from oppressing another, and to keep the peace between them. Nothing can be more evidently proved, than "the right of private judgment for every man, in the affairs of his own salvation," and that both from the plainest principles of reason, and the plainest declarations of the scripture. This is the foundation of the Reformation, of the Christian religion, of all religion, which necessarily implies choice and judgment. But I need not labor a point, that has been so often demonstrated so many ways Indeed, as every man believes his own opinions the best, because the truest, and ought charitably to wish all others of the same opinion, it must seem reasonable the magistrate should have a public leading in religious affairs, but as he almost for ever exceeds the due bounds, and as error prevnils ten times more • Deed of ConveYADOS. than truth in the world, the interest of truth and the right of private judginent scem better secured, by a universal toleration that shall suppress all profaneness and immorality, and preserve every party in the free and undisturbed liberty of their consciences, while they continue quiet and dutiful subjects to the State. Callender published a sermon in the same year at the ordination of Mr. Jeremiah Condy, to the care of the Baptist Church in Boston, in 1741, on the advantages of early religion, before a society of young men at Newport, and in 1745 on the death of his friend the Rev. Mr. Clap. He also formed a collection of papers relative to the history of the Baptists in America. Callender was married February 15, 1780, to Elizabeth Hardin of Swansey, Massachusetts. He is described as of medium stature, with regular features, a fair complexion, and agreeable man ners. The Centennial Discourse was reprinted in 1838, a century after its first publication, by the Rhode Island Historical Society, with a large number of valuable notes by the Vice-President of the association, the Rev. Romeo Elton, D.D., of Brown University. It contains a memoir, which has formed the chief authority of the present article. JANE TURELL JANE, the only daughter of the Rev. Benjamin Colman, of Boston, was born in that city, Febru ary 25, 1708. She early displayed precocious mental power, as before her second year she could speak distinctly, say her letters, and tell stories out of the Scriptures, to the satisfaction of Gov. Dudley, and others around the table,* and two years later could repeat the greater part of the Assembly's Catechism, many of the psalms, long passages of poetry, reading with fluency and commenting in a pertinent manner on what she read. At the age of eleven she composed the following I fear the great Eternal One above; Her poetical attempts were encouraged by her father, who frequently addressed rhymed letters to her, and says: "I grew by degrees into such an opinion of her good teste, that when she put me upon translating a psalm or two, I was ready to excuse myself, and if I had not fear'd to displease her, should have denied her request." He "talked into her all he could, in the most free and endearing manner," and led her to the study of the best models of composition, advantages of which she availed herself with such avidity that she spent entire nights in reading, and before the Turell's Memoir. |