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Yet see how there the brethren meet; | Mournful to tell, how oft her longing eye, See Efau's changed heart relent!
Behold the food prepar'd for friends See him with kides Irael grect,
around ! Whose ruia he lo lately meant. But could not craving nature's wants supOh! how deform'd a thing is rage!
- ply, How beautious does bright meckness
rl From the dread cancer's Aern forbid
ding wound! Efau may us to this engage, . The healing art was try'd, alas ! .in vain, When both their miens in him we view. To sooth the throbbing ulcer's raging
The spreading ichor, more confirm'd the
Too fare a presage of the fatal hour.. · VERSES, To the Memory of Mrs. COLTMAN, wbs Tho' long a stranger was her palid cheek
died near Bedworib, Warwickshire, of all To health's bright glow-nor would the
Cancer in ber Mourb, September 5, 1798. rose assume; HARK! the bell tolls, it calls iny
Yet on her soul, fat heavenly graces
meek; *trembling foul, To follow pensive to the flent grave
And thone around with a celestial bloom. A friend mot dear, who now has reach'd Her soul, capacious, elegant, refir'd, the goal
Knew how to value time, and cariba Of life and there reposes in her cave, pursue; How many tender names in her were
Whole transient beauties, faded on her join'd,
mind, The friend, the parent, and the prudent
While yonder glorious world she had in wife; Chearful in woc, affectionate and kind, Her faith sublimc, explor'd thore brighter She calmly pafsid the gloomy vale of life.
Where happy fpirits smile on bliss unie
known; And while the languish'd on this mortal Thore,
On Christ, the great atoning sacrifice, With tranquil mind the bid the world! Her hopes, her confidence, were fix'd adicu;
alone. * Farewell--farewell,” she cry'd, “ 'twill Farewell, kind soul, no longer now confoon be u'er,
. find - Prepare to follow, and be happy 100." Within the fickly ruins of thy clay; No more the pleasing accents of her voice, | On angel-wings, far swifter than the In conversation, charm my litt’ning
She fled to regions of eternal day. No more her presence must my soul rejoice,
REFLECTIONS ON JOB. xxv. 6. I mourn her absence with a falling teur.
Man is a 11 arm. Snatch'd from the busy scenes of mortal life
W ITH all the horrors of a gilded world, Each anxious thought, and each corrod With all the pleasures of polluted ing Care :
joy; No more affiction's agonizing trife,
With all the riches of the golden mines, Her iender heart-strings thall with a.1
Man is a worm; .
And if he thinks himleif to be ought more, • guh tear.
Or would appear more in the light of men, Mow oft in forrow's chair the sat alone,
It is ifs though unto a worm he would add Her head declining, rack'd with tort're wingsi; ing pain,
And in his vain attempt to rise, he falls, I sympathetic heard the plaintive groan, Land in his falling, writes the humbling That pierc'd my heart, and thrillid line. chirough ev'ry vein.
Man is a worm.
For JUNE, 1799.
A SHORT NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF JOHN GOTTLIEB
HOLBERG, A MEMBER OF THE LUTHERAN CHURCH. WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.
T WAS born O&t. 21, 1729, at Zuillichau. My mother I has frequently related to me, that my late dear father, who was a pious man, dedicated me as his first-born fon with many tears and fervent prayers to the Lord as his property; and his prayers were heard. Of my troublesome pilgrimage through this world I may well say,
“ With patience immense,
The Lord led me on:
I'ın loft in amazement when thinking thereon." For when I review the great love of my faithful Saviour and consider that he has never been wearied of treating me with unexanıpled patience and long suffering ; but whenever I withdrew from the noise of the world, was pleased by his Spirit to draw me unto himself, my eyes are filled with tears of gratitude ;-a thousand thousand thanks to thee, deareft Lord, for ever!
In my third year my father departed this life. I recolleét hearing a conversation of my mother, one Christmas, concerning the child Jesus Christ. I enquired who that was, and was told, that he was God in Heaven, and that we Christians are called after his name. These words made such a deep impression on my heart that I could not but weep for joy, that poor men should have such a divine and glorious name. While yet a child, I longed much to die, and go to Heaven, and frequently prayed for it. This desire was encreased in 1732, when my mother married
que falvation de ter, having hereby distress of ? I went sung the
again, and my step-father's treatment of me was not the most kind. In my ninth year I was present when one of our neighbours departed this life, under great concern for the salvation of his foul; but uncertain what would become of him hereafter, having no one to administer advice and comfort to him. I was hereby led seriously to reflect upon the state of my soul, and my distress of mind was further augmented by the following circumstance: I went once to hear a sermon of the Rev. Mr. Steinbart; having lung the hymin,
" Jesus thou art my joy,
And therefore blest am I," &c. He addressed his hearers to this effect : “ How many may there not be in this large company, who, during the finging of this hymn, have publicly, and before the face of God, been lying unto himn? For God's fake, do ask your own hearts whether this bc true. The world, and what is in the world, the lust of the flesh, the luft of the eyes, and the pride of life; thesc are still your joy-how then can you call Jelus your joy? &c.” My lieart was deeply affected, and I thed a flood of tears, for I could not affirm, that Jesus was my only joy, and was therefore conscious that I had lied unto him, which became a source of great uneasiness to me. I went home in the greatest distress, kneeled down in a secret corner, and with numberless tears entreated God to pardon all the transgressions of my pait life; and made a new surrender of myself to him, promising to live unto him during the remainder of my life. Soon after, I related to one of my school-fellows, in whom I had noticed a fimilar awakening, the covenant I had made with the Lord Jesus : we united in prayer to God, to have mercy upon us, and to render us well-pleasing unto him. We frequently met to pray together, and whenever one had noticed any thing wrong in the conduct of the other, during the course of the week, a penance was inflicted on the tranfgreffor the Sunday following. We continued in this legal way, for about a quarter of a year, when we grew tired of it, and concluded, that it was quite imposible to do what was pleasing unto God. My chearful and active disposition toon led me astray, and it was not long before I excelled my companions in levity. Every freih transgression threw me into new anxiety, and was followed by new resolutions to alter my course; but before I was aware of it, I was again entangled with fin, till at length I began to be afraid of my Maker, and to dread