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 THIS TRIBUTE 
 TO THE 
 
 MEMORY OF AN HONORED PARENT 
 
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 IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED 
 
 TO HIS 
 
 BELOVED GRAND-CHILDREN. 
 

 

 
 MEMORIAL. 
 
 Samuzt Hart Waxtey, the subject of the fol- 
 lowing pages, was the son of Thomas Walley, mer- 
 chant, of Boston, and Sarah Hurd. He was born 
 April 12, 1778, in the house which at that time stood 
 upon the corner of Federal and Franklin Streets. Part 
 of the ground on which it stood was afterwards appro- 
 priated for the first Roman Catholic church in Boston. 
 It is now occupied by stores. . 
 
 - Samuel was the youngest of five children, one of 
 whom died in infancy. Of the others, Thomas, 
 Charles, and Sally Hurd, frequent mention is made in 
 
 the pages of his Diary. 
 
 - Some of you for whom these pages have been pre- 
 pared, will be able to recall the form of one who, 
 had he lived to know you, would have been to each a 
 loved and most loving Grand-parent. Most of you 
 have been taken in his arms, and we may safely say, 
 
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 that his heartfelt prayers went up to heaven that you 
 might be early numbered in the fold of the Good 
 
 Shepherd. Some from among you, some sweet lambs 
 
 of that fold, and one who had openly confessed her 
 
 Saviour before the world, he has, we doubt not, met 
 in the green pastures of that “better land,” where 
 ‘‘ partings and death shall divide hearts no more.” 
 How well he loved the young, and how large a portion 
 of his time, during many years, was devoted to labors 
 for their happiness and improvement, these pages will 
 tell you in his own words. How greatly it would 
 have rejoiced that living heart to know that he was to 
 be made an instrument of good to those so nearly and 
 tenderly allied to him, we who knew him best alone 
 can understand. It is with this view that this collec- 
 tion of some of his writings has been made, that he, 
 ‘being dead,’ may yet speak to you words of affec- 
 tionate counsel and heavenly wisdom. 
 
 The countenance of a friend long known, and 
 tenderly loved, never wholly fades from memory— 
 long years of separation cannot efface that picture 
 which has been indelibly fixed upon the heart. And 
 yet how fondly we prize, and how sacredly we 
 treasure the picture upon which we may look with 
 our bodily eyes, dwelling upon each loved feature, 
 and recalling at will every changing expression. 
 
 The following pages are only an attempt to preserve, 
 in a suitable frame, a picture of a friend drawn by 
 
 his own hand—that we may not lose altogether, in the. 
 
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 lapse of years, the outline of those beloved features 
 quickening and nerving us to duty, 
 
 ‘* Alluring us to brighter worlds,” 
 
 to which he has led the way. 
 
 The original of this simple sketch was one of the 
 most unassuming of men, though his manners were 
 ever those of a polished Christian gentleman, kindly 
 and genial in social intercourse, of a cheerful and 
 contented spirit, cultivated by an ever-deepening sense 
 of gratitude to his Heavenly Benefactor. 
 
 In early life, his slight form and apparent delicacy, 
 gave but little promise of a vigorous manhood. The 
 tender cares of a devoted mother, which he repaid 
 with the fondest affection, doubtless contributed much 
 towards invigorating his constitution, and through life 
 his veneration for her memory was strongly marked. 
 The tender emphasis with which he was wont to 
 repeat the lines from his favorite poet, Cowper, ‘ On 
 the receipt of my mother’s picture,” showed how 
 warm was the response to them in his own breast. 
 
 At an early period the pages of his Diary, (com- 
 menced when only nineteen years of age,) show a con- 
 scientious desire to know what was right, and to do 
 it—a kind and affectionate disposition, and great 
 purity and guilelessness of nature. He chose for 
 companions those whose society was profitable as well 
 as pleasing, and his friendships were warm and 
 lasting. 
 
 His love for reading was satisfied by access to the 
 
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 works of the best English authors, in prose and verse, 
 and in connection with other friends of his own age, 
 he found improving occupation for his evening hours 
 in writing for the papers, (which at that time were 
 only weekly,) articles on commerce and on the passing 
 events of the times. 
 
 Later in life, when engaged in the engrossing pur- 
 suits of business, his weary and often overtaxed frame, 
 found refreshment by his own loved fireside, reading 
 aloud works entertaining and instructive, or penning a 
 sprightly or consoling letter to some absent friend. 
 
 He ever found delight in the society of cultivated 
 and Christian minds, and in welcoming such to his 
 house, would often say, “ We know not but we may 
 be entertaining angels unawares.” 
 
 In such intercourse, his cheerful, genial spirit 
 _ showed itself in the relation of amusing anecdotes, or 
 pleasant reminiscences. His very “ failings leaned to 
 virtue’s side.” None ever yearned more ardently to 
 repair an error into which a sanguine nature might 
 sometimes lead him, or endured with more Christian 
 patience and submission the chastening of that wise 
 Providence which apportions to each soul the “ need 
 be” of earthly discipline—that chastening ‘‘ now for 
 the present not joyous, but grievous,” but which in his 
 case, as in that of every true disciple, assuredly 
 worked out “ the peaceable fruits of righteousness.” 
 
 Being led in youth to seek and find the true riches, 
 and having experienced the sustaining power of the 
 truths he embraced, during seasons of varied and 
 
 
 

 
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 severe trial, he came out of the furnace fires, purified 
 and strengthened, for a more unreserved consecration 
 to the service of that divine Redeemer whom he 
 never shrunk from confessing before men. As he 
 grew in years, time became increasingly precious in his 
 estimation, and he sought earnestly to redeem it, and 
 to make every hour tell in the progress of some 
 «‘ work of high and holy love.” 
 
 The Sabbath School cause presented facilities for 
 the accomplishment of this desire, which he highly 
 valued and diligently improved ; and we cannot but 
 believe that of the large numbers thus brought within 
 the sphere of his influence, many will hereafter “rise 
 up and call him blessed.” To this end, his two years’ 
 residence abroad, (undertaken for the health of a 
 member of his family,) was most industriously occu- 
 pied with seeing and hearing whatever might be turned 
 to account for the pleasure or profit of those whom he 
 might in any way reach by his influence. Some who 
 were brought within that influence there, it is believed, 
 look to him as the instrument of leading them to 
 receive the Messiah whom their fathers crucified, as 
 their Saviour, and to prove their faith by a consistent 
 life. 
 
 The house of affliction or bereavement always 
 attracted him, and his words of sympathy and Chris- 
 tian counsel and hope, were so evidently the language 
 of experience, that they seldom failed at least to 
 comfort and sustain, even where they could not heal. 
 In such seasons, the beautiful hymns of Watts and 
 
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 Cowper and Newton, long familiar to his memory, 
 were often the readiest and most acceptable form of 
 imparting consolation and peace. How many of these 
 sweet poems have acquired a new beauty and meaning 
 as associated with the tones of that dear voice, so full 
 of a loving sympathy ! 
 
 We give the first line of a few of his favorites. 
 Among Cowper’s hyms, 
 
 ‘*O Lord, my best desires fulfil,” 
 ‘¢ God moves in a mysterious way,” 
 ‘¢O for a closer walk with God,” 
 
 ‘¢ Jesus, lover of my soul,” 
 
 and among those of Watts, 
 ‘¢ There is a land of pure delight,” 
 
 ‘* When I survey the wondrous cross,” 
 ‘¢Stand up my soul, shake off thy fears,” 
 ‘¢ When I can read my title clear,” 
 
 and among Newton’s, 
 
 ‘¢ Why should I fear the darkest hour,” 
 ‘‘ Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,” 
 “*T asked the Lord that I might grow.” 
 
 It is pleasant to look back at this distance of time 
 to. very early childhood, and to see again the beloved 
 
 forms of “parents passed into the skies,” as arm and — 
 
 arm they walked the well-remembered parlor of the 
 old home, repeating alternately these hymns; how 
 lasting the impression of such scenes upon the mind 
 
 
 
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 of a child! the looks, the very tones, how they come 
 back, stealing their gentle way through all the gales 
 and storms of years, and breathing over our listening, 
 Waiting hearts, the soothing influence of those same 
 words, 
 
 ‘« There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign, 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain.” 
 
 And fora little season the radiance of those upper 
 skies streams down upon our pathway. 
 
 He was fond of embracing interesting occasions, 
 such as birth-days, wedding-days, or times of sorrow, 
 when the heart is specially susceptible to impression, 
 as opportunities for addressing what might prove “a 
 word in season.” 
 
 Many a little book or trifling remembrance, with a 
 kind note of sympathy, and perhaps of counsel, has 
 thus planted precious seed, to spring up in after years, 
 and bear fruit. 
 
 Says a dear friend who knew and loved him, “I 
 have been looking over some of those notes and letters 
 written by the dear sainted one so long ago, yet 
 still as fresh and fragrant with affection, as if dated 
 but yesterday. Few who have not written for the 
 press have used their pens to better purpose. I 
 wonder when I think of it, at the simplicity and 
 sweetness with which he could address himself to 
 children and young people, and that he could find 
 
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 time, even in foreign lands, amid many objects to 
 distract, to write with so much care to those who had 
 so little claim upon him.” ‘ ! 
 
 The earliest recollections of the writer are connected 
 with the removal by death of the beloved wife and 
 mother, from the happy home circle, which (although 
 for many years an invalid) she had ever brightened by 
 her presence. The tender and devoted affection, so 
 long manifested for her, was henceforth transferred to 
 the children now bereft of her care, her counsels and 
 her prayers. Father—mother—friend—were united 
 in him, so far as it was possible for these relations to 
 be thus filled. No harsh word or tone can be recalled 
 in all the years that followed, but in gentleness of 
 speech, and a spirit of cheerful contentment and Chris- 
 tian resignation, his example was truly worthy of 
 imitation,—it was indeed a living illustration of * the 
 power of godliness.” 
 
 While the influence of a life so consistent, a walk 
 so pure and heavenly, can never fade from our mem- 
 ories, or cease to be cherished among those treasures 
 which will survive the decay of all earthly things—it 
 may be permitted us long blessed with an affection so 
 tender and true and self-sacrificing, to bear a testimony 
 which must be equally a pleasure to us, and a duty to 
 those who shall come after us, since it is to the honor 
 of His grace who called, justified, and now, we trust, 
 has forever glorified him with Himself. 
 
 
 

 
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 The Diary from which we make some extracts, was 
 commenced in 1797, when the writer was but nineteen 
 yeats of age. These extracts will reveal the spirit 
 with which he regarded the varying scenes of life, 
 and the gradual ripening of his character. 
 
 Repeated attacks of a nature which greatly pros- 
 trated his strength, (profuse bleeding from the nose,) 
 led him early to serious reflection, and to consider his 
 own hold on life, as frail. This consciousness led him 
 to turn heavenward for strength and guidance, and 
 prayer became to him in the language of the hymn he 
 loved, ‘his vital breath, his native air.’ No circum- 
 stances were allowed to abridge ‘these sacred seasons. 
 Whether starting upon a journey, or detained by social 
 enjoyments, the hours of sleep were shortened, but 
 never the intercourse he so dearly prized. <A great 
 number of little papers containing a few short petitions, 
 under different circumstances, show the constant bent 
 and tenor of his mind. 
 
 1797. February 22. This being the birth-day of 
 George Washington, the morning was ushered in by a 
 discharge of cannon and the ringing of bells; the firing 
 continued at short intervals all the day. A vast number 
 of respectable citizens partook of an elegant entertain- 
 ment at Concert Hall, where Federal toasts were drank 
 in abundance. Several other dinners were given in 
 various parts of the town. At night the Columbian 
 Museum, Haymarket and Federal Street Theatres, all 
 strove to outdo each other in marks of respect to our 
 
 beloved President. At the Federal Street Theatre, 
 2 
 
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 transparent paintings of arches, flowers, &c., were ex- 
 hibited in front of the building. In the middle of the 
 largest arch the letter W, about three feet long, was 
 suspended from the top, and the different colored lamps 
 placed behind, gave the whole a very pleasing and beau- 
 tiful appearance. The entertainments inside were well- 
 chosen for the occasion. The comedy was well per- 
 formed, and its name, ‘**The Man of Ten Thousand,” 
 was extremely apropos for the occasion. ‘The Masonic 
 Festival, the Equestrian Statue of Washington, the 
 Eulogy on Freemasonry, ‘the Secret Discovered” by 
 Mrs. Williamson, the dances by Mons. Lege, &c., were all 
 highly diverting, and conducted with the strictest pro- 
 priety. In the Pantomime, the performers being all in 
 a row, they at the same time held up each a letter, which 
 as they stood, formed the words ‘‘ Liberty and Indepen- 
 dence.” The next they held up was as sudden as un- 
 expected and pleasing—the word Washington! Behind 
 instantly arose, ‘‘ He ne’er shall be forgot.” Behind 
 that, ‘* Huzza!” These words were all composed of 
 elegant gold letters, about a foot long. 
 
 23. A splendid Ball was given this evening at the 
 Assembly Room, Federal Street, in honor of George 
 Washington, succeeded by the most superb supper ever 
 served to a Boston Company. Mrs. Adams, (the lady of 
 the Vice President,) Governor Gill, the Judges of the 
 Supreme Court, &c., honored the assembly with their 
 presence. : 
 
 24. Went to the Federal Street Theatre this even- 
 ing. Performances were Comedy of “The Young 
 Quaker, or Fair Philadelphia.” ‘The Rural Fete and 
 Wedding Day.” ‘Ticket in box No. 2, received from 
 Mr. Amory. 
 
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 March 10. Went to the play this evening, where the 
 Tragedy of Mr. White’s, called ‘‘ Orlando, or Parental 
 Persecution,” was performed to a brilliant and applaud- 
 ing assembly, who testified their approbation of every 
 line by continued clapping and huzzas. The Entertain- 
 ments were, Ballet of ‘* La Boiteuse ” and ‘‘ Peeping Tom 
 of Coventry.” Sat in Pit. 
 
 April 5. Extremely warm for the season. Mem. Ma 
 and Charles went to Mr. Pigeon’s farm at Newton this 
 day—set off about half past nine, A. M., and got home 
 about five, P. M. 
 
 10. Mem. Uncle John Hurd received this day a letter 
 from a Mr. Nickols, at Halifax, giving him an account of 
 the death of Uncle Jacob Hurd, x. 71, who departed 
 this life on Wednesday, the 22nd February last, and was 
 interred on the Sunday following. 
 
 12. Permit me, oh my Heavenly Father, to offer to 
 Thee my most unfeigned thanks for the goodness which 
 Thou hast been pleased to extend towards me, from the 
 hour of my birth to the present moment. 
 
 I thank Thee, that Thou hast suffered me to live to 
 complete nineteen years since Thou sawest fit to place 
 me in this world; every instant of which has been a 
 monument of thy mercy. Thou hast relieved me in 
 every difficulty, Thou hast been my guardian in every 
 danger, Thou hast repeatedly raised me from the bed of 
 sickness, Thou hast preserved me from pestilence, Thou > 
 hast protected me by day and watched over me by night, 
 and oh, what unfit returns have I made Thee for such 
 liberality ; how badly have I rewarded Thee for such 
 inestimable favors. Make me hereafter more thankful, 
 and enable me to discharge my duty towards Thee in a 
 more suitable and acceptable manner than I have ever 
 
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 yet done. Continue, oh my God, Thy kindness to me, 
 forsake me not, for if Thou dost desert me, I am an out- 
 cast indeed. , 
 
 O God, I pray Thee to avert from this at present 
 happy land, every impending danger ; shield and protect 
 it from the blows of its secret adversaries. Let present 
 difficulties be surmounted by a mutual accommodating 
 spirit ; let not the horrid cry of war be heard within our 
 streets, but let blessed peace and tranquillity reign 
 triumphant in its stead. Guard our city from every 
 danger, protect it from all enemies; when we retire to 
 our beds, may we not be under these dreadful apprehen- 
 sions from fire which have so recently been the case. 
 Consign to endless darkness those base incendiaries who, 
 for the sake of plunder, hesitate not to wrap a city in 
 flames, and destroy that property which perhaps is the 
 hard earnings of an industrious citizen. 
 
 Cherish and protect my parents in their declining 
 years. Favor them with better health than they have 
 lately had, establish it to them, and let their latter days 
 not be ruffled with the pains of disease, nor the cross 
 accidents of this life. Continue thy goodness to my 
 brothers and sisters ; wilt Thou assist them in weathering 
 the storms of adversity, a portion of which falls to every 
 one’s share. I commit them and myself to that God 
 who delights in mercy, whose *‘ ways are pleasantness 
 and whose paths are peace.” 
 
 16. My father in the morning had a note up for the 
 death of my mama’s eldest brother Jacob. 
 
 May 1i. Though the morning was delightful, not a 
 cloud to obscure the face of day, and a gentle refreshing 
 breeze from the 8. W., yet indolence gained the victory, 
 and I sluggardly hugged my pillow till past 8 o’clock. 
 
 
 

 
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 Immediately on rising, those excellent lines of Thomp- 
 son, ‘* Falsely luxurious will not man awake,” pressed on 
 my mind with such force that at this moment I feel 
 almost resolute enough to say that when I am well the 
 Sun shall never gild the eastern horizon but in my 
 presence. 
 
 12. On being awaked this morning, I instantly recol- 
 lected my laziness yesterday, and so far obtained an 
 advantage over my enemy Morpheus, as to get up at half 
 past six. 
 
 15. By a Proclamation of President Adams some 
 time since, the Congress of the United States of America 
 are to assemble in the city of Philadelphia this day. 
 May the finger of Omnipotence point to the adoption of 
 such measures as shall be for the glory of God, the. 
 rights of this people, and the honor and dignity of our 
 Government. May the arm of Heaven be stretched out 
 to cause those measures to be executed in a proper 
 manner, and may the Majesty of the Almighty awe the 
 enemies of our happiness and the disturbers of our tran- 
 quillity to such a degree, that they may be led to abandon 
 those plans and purposes which would involve America 
 in the horrors and miseries of a destructive war. , 
 21. Last evening came from New York, and was this 
 day issued from the Centinel office, the speech of our 
 illustrious President, John Adams, to the Congress of the 
 United States, specially called together by him to act on 
 matters of the greatest moment, no less than to deter- 
 mine whether we will remain free and independent 
 citizens, or bow the supple knee of subjection, and become 
 at once crouching, insignificant, detested slaves to the 
 Government of France. 
 
 June 28. This morning, death cropped in its beauty a 
 
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 fair, beloved flower, the solace of a widowed mother, 
 
 and the darling of a fond circle of sisters and friends. — e 
 
 Mr. C. T. Hubbard, aged 18 years, on the night of the 
 23d instant, was taken suddenly with a violent nervous 
 fever, which at four o’clock this morning put an end to 
 his existence. This early death of a person with whom 
 I was so well acquainted, and in whose neighborhood I 
 have lived for upwards of a year, has a peculiar call and 
 with emphasis proclaims, ‘* Be ye also ready.” O God, 
 we know not what a day may bring forth. Fit and 
 prepare us for any event of thy providence, and when 
 the grim tyrant summons a surrender, may we not be 
 found wanting. 
 
 ‘*Death’s shafts fly swift, whose turn it next may be 
 Thou’st wisely ordered, none of us should see. 
 
 A prompt obedience to thy will we owe, 
 
 And those shall early reap, who early sow. 
 
 Great God, whene’er my soul shall quit this clay, 
 Wilt Thou receive it into realms of day.” 
 
 July 4. Anniversary of American Independence. The 
 Cavalry recently established in this town, made their first 
 public appearance this day, and escorted Governor 
 Sumner from and to his seat in Roxbury. It promises 
 to be a useful engine in protecting and defending the 
 liberties of the citizens of America. Though yet in its 
 infancy, the eye that glances into futurity can foretell its 
 rising importance and prophesy of the mighty deeds 
 which shall be done by them hereafter. 
 
 8. At noon (for the first time) ascended into the 
 cupola of the new State House, and spent an hour there 
 in surveying the noble prospect from that superb building. 
 
 
 
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 In one of the N. E. pannels, I wrote with a pencil Ludo- 
 vico Look-forward, 8th July, 1797, W. H.S. W. with 
 the following: May this stupendous structure, raised by 
 the liberality of Massachusetts, be viewed by posterity as 
 the gift of their ancestors, and while they feel grateful 
 for such a rich inheritance, may they imitate the virtues 
 and follow the examples of the illustrious patriots of this 
 memorable century ; may they never forget that their 
 liberties are derived from the unparalleled exertions of a 
 Washington, an Adams, and a Hancock. 
 
 October 21. To-day the frigate ‘‘ Constitution” moved 
 in her appointed element with ease and safety, and to the 
 complete satisfaction and pleasure of numerous specta- 
 tors. ‘The thunder of applause echoed from shore to 
 shore, and almost drowned the voice of roaring cannon 
 which immediately succeeded the launch. The con- 
 course of spectators was great. I should not exaggerate 
 were I to state them at 20,000. 
 
 1798. January 11. At noon to-day the different 
 branches of the State Legislature walked in procession 
 ' to the new State House, and took possession of it. Dr. 
 Thacher prayed very finely on the occasion. The House 
 of Representatives, before leaving the old building, voted 
 that the front seat, (the best in the new State House,) 
 should be presented to the Boston members. This flat- 
 tering mark of attention was acknowledged by Dr. Eustis 
 - in behalf of the Boston seat, after they had entered the 
 new house. 
 February 2. Went from home after dinner at half past 
 three ; stopped at my friend Harris’s about fifteen min- 
 | «« utes, and from thence went to the store. I had not been 
 there more than fifteen minutes, when the dreadful alarm 
 
 
 
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 of Fire called me out, and when I arrived near it, behold 
 it was the Federal Street Theatre, a building within 
 thirty feet of my father’s house. As I perceived it, my 
 feet refused to perform their wonted office, and I should 
 have fallen, had not the peculiarly distressing situation 
 of my dear mama roused my-sense, and left me sufficient 
 strength to be a spectator of the scene, anticipating what I 
 believed must inevitably ensue. But, heaven be praised ! 
 The wind being at W.S. W. rendered it just possible 
 for people to remain on the top of the stable and kitchen 
 and to wet every part of the roof. In the midst of this 
 truly dreadful business, sister Phillips came from her 
 house, quite unattended; she fainted, was revived by the 
 assistance of the Misses Hall, and came circuitously to 
 our house, and then fainted again, but seeing mama 
 more comfortable than she had reason to expect, and the 
 danger of our house taking fire momentarily decreasing, 
 she soon became composed. The wind got W. N. W. at 
 11 P. M., and shifted at 3 A. M. to N. N. W., which 
 again exposed us to considerable danger from sparks 
 blowing under the eaves of the house. However, 
 brothers Thomas, Charles and myself sat up the whole 
 night, and we were out of danger at 9 A.M. I was 
 very stiff and quite unwell this morning, walked out 
 for two or three hours, but did not go to the store all 
 day. 
 
 7. This morning my father purchased of Mr. William 
 Welch a farm in Brookline, containing 33 acres of land, 
 with stock, &c., for all of which he paid $7,000. The 
 
 farm is five miles distant from Boston. 
 
 July 29. Sunday. Died at2 P.M. to-day, Mr. Robert. 
 Paine, (son of Judge R. T. Paine.) This, with the * 
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 red within the week past, are solemn and affecting warn- 
 ings to the living. How frail alas is man! 
 
 **'To-day he puts forth 
 The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms 
 And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; 
 The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.” 
 
 How precarious the tenure by which life is held! The 
 sun which rises upon our health, our comforts and our 
 joys, may to us, have no setting ! 
 
 51. At6 A. M., went in our chaise to Brookline, and 
 from thence to Dedham, accompanied by ma and brother 
 Charles in another chaise,— arrived at Mr. Ferrole’s 
 about 10 A. M., and brother and sister Phillips reached 
 there about half an hour after. About twelve o’clock, 
 Mr. Haven (the minister at Dedham) united my brother 
 Thomas in the bands of matrimony with Miss Elizabeth 
 Feroline. 
 
 August 27. At11A.M., I left Boston on account of 
 the fever which is prevalent there, and came to the farm. 
 
 October 6. This afternoon I finished reading the 
 *¢ Tliad” of Homer as translated by the inimitable Pope. 
 Too inexperienced to form an accurate judgment, and 
 conscious of my inability to criticise, I can only in gene- 
 ral terms, extol it for sublimity of imagination, morality 
 of sentiment, and splendor of diction. 
 
 11. Rode with Elijah in the chaise down as far as 
 Bayley the Baker’s, on Roxbury Neck, called at Mr. 
 Hunting’s, and learned that my aunt, Mrs. Elizabeth 
 Walley, (relict of my late uncle, Rev. John Walley,) 
 ‘expired this morning. She was seventy-one years of age 
 on the 4th September last. * * * * * 
 
 
 
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 18. Attended this afternoon the funeral of my late 
 aunt, Mrs. E. Walley. Her remains were deposited in a 
 tomb in Roxbury burying ground, and from thence con- 
 veyed in the evening to my father’s family tomb in Boston 
 Common burying ground. Her pall-bearers were Rev. 
 Dr. Howard, Rev. Mr. West, Rev. Dr. Lathrop, Dr. 
 Tappan, (Professor of Divinity,) Rev. Dr. Eliot, and 
 Rev. Dr. Eckley. 
 
 18. The “ Boston Light Infantry” Company, com- 
 posed of young men under twenty-one years, commanded - 
 by Daniel Sargent, Jr., made their first public appear- 
 ance this day. They were in perfect uniform, and the 
 choice of it discovered superior taste. At half past 
 eleven they received from Mrs. Stephen Higginson, Jr., 
 through the hands of her husband, an elegant standard, 
 for which they gave three cheers, and then marched to 
 the Common. Their Captain gave them a superb enter- 
 tainment at Concert Hall. 
 
 28. Sunday. Went in our chaise with Mary (a 
 domestic) over to the farm. Dined there, and at 4 
 P. M., left it with brother Charles. 
 
 December 2. Sunday. Mem. This afternoon were en- 
 tombed the remains of Mr. Daniel Rea, husband of my 
 aunt Rea. He was eighty-seven years of age. He died 
 on the evening of last Wednesday. 
 
 31. Great Parent of the universe, permit me, with 
 the deepest contrition, to approach Thy Throne, to offer 
 up my acknowledgements for Thy past goodness, and my 
 petitions for a continuance of Thy protection. Vain 
 would be the attempt to enumerate the blessings Thou 
 hast bestowed on me in the progress of the last year. 
 From the distressing calamity which lately visited this 
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 Through Thy bounty we are supplied with the con- 
 veniences and many of the delights of life. And Thou 
 hast given me in the course of the last year more health 
 than I remember to have enjoyed for many preceding 
 ones. 
 
 Wilt Thou, who art the great Physician, look with an 
 eye of pity on the situation of my dearest mother, and 
 oh, if it be consistent with Thy great designs, restore her 
 to health ; let her usefulness be continued to her friends, 
 and spare her for many years to come. 
 
 Continue kindly to support my father under the pressure 
 of his years and of those infirmities incident to age. 
 
 Cease not, Beneficent Author of Good, to guide and 
 protect my brothers and sisters, in the paths Thou hast - 
 destined them to pursue. 
 
 May we all have it in our power at the close of our 
 pilgrimage, to reflect upon lives well spent in the service 
 of our Maker, and in the advancement of our neighbor’s 
 happiness, always remembering that ‘no life is more 
 pleasing to God, than that which is useful to man.” 
 
 Wilt Thou still preserve me through the approaching 
 year, and those which may succeed, (if Thou shouldst 
 continue me so long,) and in every situation in which by 
 Thy providence I may be placed, wilt Thou yield me that 
 support and assistance which man at his best estate, and 
 youth in an eminent degree, so incessantly requires. 
 
 1799. January 1. Mem. Brother T. W.,Jr., with his 
 wife, came in town this morning and dined with us. At 8 
 P. M., I went to Dearborn’s Hall and attended a lecture 
 by John Stewart, the traveler, introductory to a course of 
 lectures which he proposes to deliver on the Human 
 Understanding. 
 
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 10. Mem. My mother was delirious this afternoon 
 and evening for the first time during her illness. — 
 
 13. Sunday. Went to Dr. Howard’s meeting this 
 morning. A Mr. Stone preached from Matt. v. 16. 
 My father and children asked by note the ys: of the 
 W. B. Society this morning. 
 
 21. Mem. Cousin Nabby Langdon watched with ma 
 last night, and breakfasted with us this morning. Spent 
 the evening with my friend, C. Sigourney, Jr., at. his 
 father’s store. Mem. Sister Phillips omitted spending 
 this day with us. She has been with us every day for 
 near a fortnight past. 
 
 31. Hired this day of Messrs. Furness & Walley, 
 Store No. 34, Long Wharf, rent to commence on 2nd 
 February next, at $300 per year, allowing them the use 
 of the third story. 
 
 April 13. Walked before breakfast to the end of Long 
 Wharf and in the Mall with my friend, C. S., Jr. This — 
 evening bade adieu to the store of my respected friend, 
 Mr. T. C. Amory, in capacity of apprentice; in whose 
 counting room I have spent many happy hours, and in 
 which I have obtained the knowledge I possess of mer- 
 cantile affairs. 
 
 The failing health of his mother is frequently refer- 
 red to with deep solicitude. The sad event, which 
 removed her from a large circle by whom she was 
 greatly beloved, is here recorded. | 
 
 April 16. My mother breathed her last at a quarter past 
 five P. M. I trust and sincerely believe, that she is now 
 happy in heaven, and in full communion with her God 
 and Saviour. To eulogize the character of my departed 
 
 
 

 
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 mother in the manner it deserves, would be a task impos- 
 sible for me toperform. Her virtues are deeply engraven 
 on my mind, and to imitate all her amiable Christian 
 qualities, is now my only duty. O God, it is Thou who 
 sendest afflictions as well as blessings. May this solemn 
 and distressing event make such an impression on my 
 mind, as shall inspire me more than ever with a love of 
 religion, virtue and holiness. May I ever be prepared to 
 meet death, as [ know not how soon or how suddenly it 
 may overtake me. My dear departed parent was born 
 24th January, 1738. 
 
 20. This afternoon were entombed the remains of my 
 dear and honored mother. The pall bearers were 
 Samuel Eliot, Esq., Henry Hill, Esq., Stephen Gorham, 
 Esq., Samuel Salisbury, Esq., Doctor Aaron Dexter and 
 Sema Tiniips, Jr, Esq7 * * *  * -* 
 
 Thou God of love will sure indulge 
 The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, 
 When righteous persons fall around, 
 When tender friends and kindred die. 
 
 Parent and Husband, guard and guide, 
 O God, Thou art each name in one; 
 On Thee we cast our every care, 
 
 And comfort seek from Thee alone. 
 
 May 5. Sunday. Went to Dr. Thacher’s meeting this 
 afternoon. Dr. Thacher’s text: was in Ephesians, v. 16. 
 Mem. Saw brother Phillips’s' daughter baptized, her 
 name, Sarah Hurd, being the original name of my dear 
 departed mother, and named particularly for her. 
 
 31. Attended the meeting of the ‘Charitable Fire 
 Society” at the Chapel this afternoon, and heard John 
 
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 Davis, Esq., deliver an address; also, heard Mr. Paine’s 
 new song, ‘“‘ To Arms,” sung by Mr. Rea. | 
 
 June 7. Increase Sumner departed this life in the | 
 fifty-third year of his age. He was amiable in every 
 department of society. His life was a public blessing, 
 his death is a public calamity. He has left an affectionate 
 family with numerous friends to lament his exit, and the 
 Commonwealth to mourn the departure of an able and 
 extraordinarily worthy chief magistrate. He was truly — 
 ‘¢ a Christian from inquiry, and a Patriot from principle.” 
 
 12. This afternoon were deposited in the Common 
 Burying Ground, the remains of his late Excellency 
 Governor Sumner. The splendor of the funeral proces- 
 sion has perhaps never been equalled in this town. The 
 spectators were extremely numerous. ‘The colors of the 
 shipping in port were half-mast. Minute guns were > 
 fired from 1 P. M. until 7. The loss of Governor Sum- 
 ner is truly great and distressing. 
 
 August 6. Rose at half past five this morning. 
 Wind 8. W. Walked in the Mall before breakfast. 
 In the evening, walked in the old Mall, where I met my 
 friend Jonathan P , with his amiable sister M., whom 
 J joined at the latter part of their walk. : 
 
 7. Dined with sister P., at her house alone. (Mr. P. 
 dined at William P.’s, Esq.) At three-quarters past five 
 P. M., went with brother Phillips in his chaise, about 
 four eniles out, Dorchester road ; returning, were a 
 in a shower by Mr. Morton’s villa. 
 
 12. Walked in the Mall alone, sransteniia upon 1b 
 important subject which absorbs all my attention. 
 
 
 
 A deep and reverential regard for the Scriptures is 
 apparent at this early period. This regard increased 
 
 
 

 
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 with years and the diligent study of the sacred page. 
 He read in connection with them various Commenta- 
 ries then most in use. Doddridge, Scott, McKnight, 
 Henry, were attentively and carefully pondered with 
 ever-growing enjoyment and profit. 
 
 October 13. Sunday. Finished reading to-day the 
 Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments, which I 
 began the 27th June, 1797. This is the first time I ever 
 went regularly through them. Not versed in the intrica- 
 cies of theology, and but a pupil in the school of argu- 
 ment, it would exceed the narrow capacities of my mind 
 to adduce in logical order my reasons for the faith that is 
 inme. But my sincere belief is that the New Testament, 
 of itself, is sufficient to direct the conduct of man ; that 
 it teaches all the duties of the Christian, and that the 
 hopes which it exhibits to believers of a future and blessed 
 state beyond the grave are sufficiently bright and alluring 
 to strengthen, to encourage and to animate all those who 
 attentively consider, or seriously weigh them. I believe 
 it to be the Word of God, spoken to a fallen world 
 through Jesus Christ His blessed Son, and man’s adorable 
 Redeemer. I earnestly beseech my Heavenly Father to 
 suffer the truths which I have studied, to sink deep into 
 my soul; to inspire me with‘a greater reverence for His 
 glorious name, and with a more ardent affection for the 
 crucified Saviour, whose atonement for the sins of man- 
 kind was conceived in the most exalted love, and wrought 
 by the sacrifice of his own precious blood. The guilt of 
 man was expiated by this free-will offering ; the burden 
 of our iniquity Jesus sustained upon the cross, and 
 cleansed us from sin by the sacrifice of his life. ‘Through 
 
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 Christ, the blessed and acceptable Mediator, may I 
 approach the Majesty of the Most High, and with sincere 
 contrition ask His pardoning mercy and assisting grace. 
 Whether in sickness or in health, in life or in death, I am 
 in Thy hands, Eternal Father, and wilt Thou afford me — 
 that protection, counsel, relief and support which at all 
 periods in life, I shall so eminently require. 
 
 November 14. Brother Thomas and wife, with brother 
 and sister Phillips and children, dined with us this — 
 day. | 
 
 15. Brother Thomas, with his wife and child, returned 
 for Dedham this afternoon. Spent the evening at, sister 
 Phillips’s, in company with William Phillips, Jr., Esq., 
 and lady, and Miss Miriam Phillips, (my amiable and 
 lovely friend,) Widow Phillips, Mrs. Samuel Cooper and 
 Miss Sally Wendell. Went home with Mrs. Cooper and 
 Miss Wendell. 
 
 December 4. Mem. Attended the Federal St. hentét 
 this evening, (for the first time this season,). Sat in box 
 No. 6, with my friend J. P. The play was Shakespeare’s 
 first part of King Henry Fourth, or the humors of Sir 
 John Falstaff. 
 
 20. Clear and cold. About 9 A. Mt. set off for Ded- 
 ham, in pa’s sleigh, with brother Phillips’s horse, accom- 
 panied by brother Phillips ; reached Dedham about quar- _ 
 ter past eleven, A. M. Saw brother Thomas’s daughter 
 christened by Mr. Matignon. Dined with brother Thomas 
 in company with Mr. Gallet, brother Phillips, Dr. Ma- 
 tignon, Mr. Ferrole, &e. Left his house about quarter 
 before four, P. M., and reached Boston in two hours. 
 
 In the afternoon I went to the Chapel and heard Josiah 
 Quincy, Esq., pronounce an Address before the ‘* Massa- 
 chusetts Charitable Fire Society,” upon the principles of 
 
 
 

 
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 the institution. The assembly was large, the music, 
 vocal and instrumental, excellent; the prayers of Mr. 
 Kirkland, fervent and devout; and the Address of Mr, 
 Quincy, classical and erudite. 
 
 23. Intelligence the most distressing reached town 
 this morning, of the sudden decease of that great and 
 good man, Gruorce Wasuineton. ‘The bells tolled 
 from 1 to 2, P. M., stores, shops, &c., were closed after 
 1, P. M., and all business suspended. He died the 14th 
 inst. 
 
 29. Sunday. Went to meeting all day; Dr. Howard 
 preached both parts. * * * * His text in the 
 afternoon in Eccl. vii. 14: ‘* In the day of adversity con- 
 sider.” In this discourse he portrayed, with skill, the 
 character of our beloved deceased; of him who was 
 ‘‘first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his 
 countrymen.” ‘The pulpit was shrouded with black cloth, 
 and an appropriate anthem closed the solemnities of this 
 afternoon. ; 
 
 January 9, 1800. A splendid procession, consisting of 
 at least ten thousand persons, chiefly citizens of the town, 
 proceeded at half past twelve from the New State House, 
 to the Old South Meeting House, where a Eulogy was 
 pronounced upon George Washington, the father of his 
 country, the friend of man, by Geo. R. Minot, Esq., A. M., 
 A. A. S. No business was done during the day; no 
 stores or offices opened; public offices closed, and every 
 one dedicated the day to sorrow and to Washington. 
 The Eulogy of Judge Minot speaks its own praise, 
 Without high wrought periods, or an attempt at bombast, 
 it is sufficiently animated to evince the writer’s sincerity, 
 and amply pathetic to draw tears from the reader. 
 
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 February 8. Heard this day a Eulogy upon the ‘ sub- 
 lime virtues of the deceased Washington,” pronounced by 
 Fisher Ames, Esq., in the Old South Meeting House. 
 
 21. Rode with my friend J. P., (in our chaise,) to 
 Cambridge. Heard Mr. Alston and Mr. Watson pro- 
 nounce a Poem and an Oration upon the character of 
 George Washington, the good. Heard President Willard 
 pray and pronounce a Latin Eulogium upon Washington. 
 Dined with pa at Bro. Phillips’s. 
 
 22. Anniversary of the birth day of George Washing- 
 ton, the saviour of America and the benefactor of man- 
 kind. Attended Dr. Howard’s meeting this morning, 
 where I heard a prayer from Dr. H., and a solemn hymn. 
 
 At the other places of public worship similar services 
 
 were performed. The Legislature, escorted by the Cadet 
 Company, went in procession to Dr. Thacher’s church, 
 where Dr. T. delivered, at their request, a discourse 
 adapted to the mournful occasion. At Mr. Payne’s 
 school, in Federal Street, some young gentlemen read 
 the farewell address of President Washington; a Miss 
 Payne, daughter of the master, pronounced some affecting 
 lines, and a son of Mr. C. Sigourney delivered a brief 
 eulogium, prepared by Rev. Mr. Kirkland. : 
 
 March 4. Spent the evening at William Phillips, Jr., 
 Esq’s house, where there were about twenty-five young 
 ladies, and fifteen or sixteen young gentlemen. They 
 danced till about quarter past twelve at night. My 
 friend J. P. and his sister M., gave the ball. Though 
 I was not an active guest, I was yet a highly gratified 
 one. iw & “ 
 
 18. Workmen began yesterday, (being St. Patrick’s 
 day,) to break ground on the westside of my father’s 
 house, for the purpose of erecting a Catholic Church. 
 
 
 

 
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 - 28. Dined at Brother Phillips’s, in company with Mr. 
 and Mrs. Gannett, Judge Wendell, lady and daughter, 
 Mrs. and Miss Cooper, William Cooper, Esq., and my 
 father. 
 
 April 25. Finished reading; this day, the instructive 
 meditations of that excellent Emperor, Marcus Antoninus. 
 
 May 11. Sunday. Went to Dr. Howard’s meeting this 
 morning. Mr. Kirkland preached ; his text was in Matt. 
 xxy. 19. Went to Brookline in the afternoon, with 
 Brother Phillips, and returned at 7, P. M. Dined with 
 pa at Brother Phillips’s. - 
 
 Attended this evening the Federal Caucus at Concert 
 Hall, with my friend C..S., Jr., and J. P. The Caucus 
 was for the purpose of fixing on Representatives to the 
 General Court. H. G. Otis addressed the audience in a 
 noble speech of an hour’s length. 
 
 21. Wednesday. Died at 12 o’clock, at midnight, His 
 Honor, Moses Gill, Lt. Governor and Commander in 
 Chief. The bells tolled one hour, from 6 to 7 o’clock. 
 
 30. Hon. Caleb Strong was this day escorted into 
 Boston by a great body of its citizens, on horse-back and 
 in carriages. He was qualified as Governor, and pro- 
 claimed as such at 12 o’clock at noon. 
 
 - July 4. Anniversary of American Independence. At 
 seven, A. M., set off with my friend J. P., in a chaise for 
 Nahant, which we reached (after waiting and breakfast- 
 ing at Lynn about an hour) at half past ten, A. M. The 
 company consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, brother and 
 sister P., Mr. and Mrs. Quincy, Mr. J. White and Miss 
 Sally Wendell, Mr. J. P. and myself. Fished till half 
 past two, P. M. Dined at three, P. M. Afterwards we 
 all walked to what is called the Swallow’s Nest; went 
 between the rocks in which the swallows build. It is 
 
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 called the Gallery. Afterwards viewed the Bridge under 
 which the surf rises and washes the high land above. 
 Parson Bentley, of Salem, whom we met on the rock, 
 accompanied us in our walk, and explained the prospects, 
 curiosities, &c. Mrs. Quincy sang the beautiful song of 
 
 “The Little Sailor Boy,” after dinner. Left Nahant — = 
 
 at three-quarters past five, P. M. We all stopped and 
 supped at Newhall’s, in Lynn, on our return, from whence 
 we started for Boston about eight, P. M. Reached town 
 about quarter past nine, P. M., without the smallest 
 accident having befallen any of the company. The day 
 was exactly what was to be wished, and the pleasures of 
 the day were incomparably great. 
 
 16. Commencement at Cambridge. I stayed in town 
 all day, as did my friends, Jonathan Phillips and C. 
 Sigourney, Jr. Walked with them in the afternoon for 
 an hour and a half. At six, P. M., I went to William 
 Phillips, Esq.’s house, and had the pldasn of drinking 
 tea with Miss Miriam Phillips, Miss S$. Mason, and my 
 friend, Jonathan Phillips. Miss Mason belongs to New- 
 port, R. J. I was introduced to her acquaintance this 
 afternoon for the first time. Mr. Phillips and lady, 
 with Miss Abigail their daughter, arrived in town about 
 half past seven, P. M., from Dedham. Gov. Trumbull, 
 _of Connecticut, who attended the exercises at Cambridge, 
 and who tarries at Mr. Phillips’s, came in about three- 
 quarters past seven, P. M., to him 1 was introduced by 
 my friend, J. P., his father being absent from the room 
 on the pou s entering. 
 
 18. Walked in the Mall this evening about half past 
 seven, P. M., where I met my friend, J. P., with his — 
 amiable sister Miriam and Miss Trumbull, (daughter of 
 Goy. Trumbull, of Connecticut.) I walked in the Mall 
 
 
 
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 with them for fifteen or twenty minutes and afterwards 
 accompanied them as far as Mr. Foster’s, No. 8 Franklin 
 Place, whither they were going to visit. 
 
 381. Set off about half past seven, A. M., in a two 
 masted boat in company with William Phillips, Esq., 
 Gen. Winslow and Major Cunningham, with my friend 
 J. P., a Mr. Beck, and eight or ten children of Major C., 
 and Gen. W. with Capt. West, skipper of the boat, his 
 attendant and two of his children, for fishing below. We 
 went off the Graves, (so called,) about six miles below 
 the Light. Fished from half past eleven, A. M., to half 
 past twelve, P.M. Left the ground at that time and 
 came up to Long Island, where we went on shore, cooked 
 our chowder, and tarried till about half past four, P. M. 
 We then prepared to return and had reached the boat, 
 when a violent squall came on; it rained furiously and 
 blew a perfect hurricane, for a few minutes, tearing 
 asunder the large tree under which we dined, and cleav- 
 ing down another on a neighboring eminence. After the 
 shower was over, several of us went to the house on the 
 
 _ island and dried our clothing a little, after which we 
 
 
 
 returned to the boat and proceeded for Boston, where we : 
 arrived about quarter past nine o’clock, after having ex- 
 perienced more rain on our passage from the island. 
 There was very little thunder or lightning, but the family 
 on the island observed it was the severest wind they had 
 known except one, since they. had been on the island, 
 which is ten years. We caught sixty cod and haddock. 
 This is the first time I ever went as far, or beyond the 
 Light. I caught one cod, the first I ever took. It was 
 very warm in the morning, and scarcely any air, wind 
 S. W., and N. W. after the squall. 
 
 Be tet 12. My friend, Jonathan Phillips and hig 
 
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 amiable sister, set off this morning on a journey for 
 Northampton, and Lebanon, in Connecticut. 
 
 September 16. Pa went to the farm this morning. 
 Dined with me to-day, Mr. Garret Haws, of Anguilla ; 
 Mr. William Redney, of Trinidad; Mr. Zalmon Wheeler, 
 of St. Johns, N. B.; and my friends, J. Phillips, J. Hares, 
 and C. Sigourney, with Mr. J. I. Linzee. 
 
 17. I spent this evening in a highly agreeable manner 
 at the house of William Phillips, Jr., in company with — 
 my amiable friend Miss M. P. and my friend J. P. 
 
 October 12. Went to Dr. Morse’s meeting in Charles- 
 town all day, with Bro. Phillips; sat in J. Harris’s pew. 
 Dr. Dwight, President of Yale College, preached both 
 parts. His text in the morning in Eccl. ix. 10; in the 
 afternoon, Eccl. xii. 7. Many persons went from Boston 
 to attend his preaching to-day. He is graceful in his 
 figure, with a full but pleasing and animated countenance, 
 a high, smooth forehead and piercing eye, and possesses 
 an uncommonly strong, clear, and melodious voice. His: 
 diction was pure, correct and brilliant. 
 
 30. Anniversary of the birth day of John Adams, 
 President of the United States. I dined at Concert Hall 
 with a large company to celebrate the birth day of our 
 illustrious Chief. ‘This has been a high day for all true 
 Federalists. : 
 
 April 18, 1801. My friends John Harris, J. Phillips, 
 and Joseph Tilden, with brother Phillips, dined with me 
 this day, with pa and Charles, in celebration of my birth 
 day. | 
 
 May 23. Rode over to the farm this afternoon with 
 Bro. Phillips, returned about six o’clock, P. M. Return-. 
 ing met my amiable friend Miss Miriam Phillips, with 
 
 
 

 
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 her brother Jonathan, (in their carriage,) riding for her 
 health, of which she has for some time past been deprived. 
 This is the first time I have had the happiness of seeing 
 her since her illness. May her health still continue to 
 amend, and may she enjoy hereafter a rich and liberal 
 share of that invaluable blessing. 
 
 January 10, 1802. Sunday. Went to meeting all day. 
 Dr. Howard preached both parts. His text was (morn- 
 ing and afternoon) Acts xvii. 10,11, and first part of 
 12th verse, as far as “ believed.” 
 
 Mem. My brother Charles was this afternoon pro- 
 pounded for admission into the church. 
 
 18. Spent, or was spending the evening at sister 
 Phillips’s, in company with my amiable friend Miss M. 
 P., Miss R. S., and her sister Miss Betsy, with Miss 
 Maria P., of Cambridge, and my friend Jonathan P., 
 when the town was alarmed by the cry of fire. This was 
 about seven o’clock, P. M. It proved to be the dwelling 
 house, shop, &c., of two carpenters, by the name of Goff, 
 near Fort Hill. I tarried at the fire until eight, P. M., 
 and returned to sister P.’s, found her pleasant party dis- 
 persed and Miss Betsy S. only remaining. Spent a half 
 hour there. Mr. Samuel S. attended his sister Betsy 
 home. 7 
 
 Thus was my prospect of an agreeable evening in the 
 society of those amiable fair ones, whose conversation 
 and smiles exhilarate the heart, changed to a mournful 
 spectacle of a dwelling in flames, its industrious tenants 
 deprived of a shelter, of a young child consumed by the 
 dread element, and an extensive neighborhood trembling 
 and terrified lest their abodes should next become a prey 
 of fire. 
 
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 February 7. Sabbath. Brother C. was this morning 
 admitted a member of the church, at Dr. Howard’s. 
 
 21. Went up to my cousin Nat. Furness’ this morn- 
 ing after meeting, to inquire into the state of my Aunt 
 Rea’s health, which is extremely disordered. 
 
 March 14. Sunday. Went to meeting all day. Dr. 
 Howard preached both parts. His text in the morning 
 was in 1 John ii. 17. ‘‘ The world passeth away and the 
 lust thereof.” In the afternoon, James ii. 12. These 
 were two solemn, serious and important discourses. 
 
 July 29. Thursday. Went to Nahant this day with © 
 Mrs. S. Cooper, in a chaise of Niles. Set off about three 
 quarters past six, A.M. Breakfasted at Palmer’s in 
 company with Mr. Jonathan P., and Miss Martha H. in 
 one chaise, and Mr. Edward P. in another. In addition 
 to these, were of the party—Mr. William P., Jr., and 
 lady, Miss Miriam P., (my amiable friend,) Miss Susan 
 M., (of Newport,) Miss Abigail P., and brother and 
 sister P. 
 
 We arrived at Nahant about half past ten, A. M. 
 Dined about half past one, P. M., after having fished. 
 About three, P. M. walked out to the swallow’s nest, &c., 
 with Miss M. P., Mrs. C., Miss Susan M., Miss H., &c. 
 Took coffee at Palmer’s returning, and got into town 
 about quarter past eight, P. M. | 
 
 October 8. Sunday. Having on the last Sabbath after- 
 noon been propounded to the church, (Dr. Howard’s,) 
 I was this day admitted and partook of the sacrament, I 
 hope and trust with right feelings and views, relying upon 
 God, and the aid of His good Spirit; looking unto Jesns, 
 the author and finisher of my faith, I would devote and 
 give up myself unto my Maker, I would employ all my 
 faculties in His service, and trusting for salvation in the 
 
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 merits of my blessed Redeemer. I would live the life that 
 
 I live in the flesh, by faith in the Son of God,—and in 
 
 humble hope of a blessed immortality, would fervently 
 pray, that when my soul is required of me, I may be 
 ready and willing to quit this house of clay, and be 
 enabled to give up my account with joy. 
 
 About this time he records the marriage engage- 
 ment entered into with his “amiable friend,” Miss 
 Miriam Phillips. On Tuesday, January 4, 1803, 
 occurs the following record. 
 
 This evening I was united to my dear and excellent 
 friend, Miriam Phillips. The ceremony took place at 
 her father’s house. The company consisted of Mrs. 
 William Phillips, Sen., Mrs. (grandma) Mason, Mrs. 
 (aunt) Powell, Miss Bromfield, Mrs. Jonathan Mason, 
 Jr., Mr. and Mrs. William Powell, Mr. Benjamin Clark, 
 Mr. Christopher Clark, my father, brothers Thomas and 
 Charles, and John Phillips, with sister T. Walley, Jr., 
 uncle and aunt Furness, aunt Hall, aunt B. Hurd, my 
 friend Joseph Tilden, Miss Rebecca Salisbury, Dr. How- 
 ard and Dr. Eckley. Dr. E. officiated principally. Dr. 
 H. made the concluding prayer. 
 
 January 9. Sunday. Wentto Dr. Eckley’s meeting with 
 my wife allday. Dr. Kirkland preached in the morning ; 
 his text was in 2 Kings, xxii. 19: ‘‘ Because their heart 
 was tender.” Dr. Eckléy preached in the afternoon; his 
 text was in Eccl. i. 2: ‘* A time to be born and a time 
 to die.” 
 
 1. This afternoon my wife and self quitted our 
 
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 father (Phillips’ 8) house, and removed to our own in 
 Oliver street. : 
 
 February 138. Sunday. Went with Mrs. W. to Dr. 
 Eckley’s meeting all day. Mr. Salisbury preached in the 
 morning; Dr. Eckley in the afternoon. Partook this — 
 morning with the communicants of the Old South church. 
 
 May 8. Sunday. Went to the Old South meeting this 
 A.M. Dr. Eckley preached from Rom. xiv. 17. Went 
 to the Federal street meeting this afternoon. Mr. Chan- 
 ning preached from Job, i. 21. The sermon was occa- 
 sioned by the death of Mrs. Thomas Davis. 
 
 September 4. Went to (Federal street) meeting all 
 day. Mr. Channing preached both parts. Partook this 
 forenoon with Mrs. W. for the first time at the Lord’s 
 table with Mr. Channing’s church. 
 
 The record of the birth of his first child, a beautiful 
 boy, named William Phillips, which occurs here, 
 Thursday, January 12, 1804, is followed by a prayer 
 full of tender and earnest petitions for wisdom rightly 
 to train him, that he may live to be an instrument of 
 great good in the world, and adorn the doctrine of 
 God his Saviour. 
 
 After nine happy months, this sweet bud was 
 removed from their tender care by the Heavenly Gar- 
 dener, to blossom in a brighter clime. It was his first 
 near sorrow since the loss of his mother, but it was 
 received submissively as from the: hand of One who 
 loves equally when He takes as when He gives. We 
 quote some of his words. | 
 
 
 
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 | - It is painful indeed to nature to part with the objects 
 | _ we love. How distressing it is to part with a beautiful 
 and promising child, a parent only can know. I have 
 been the melancholy spectator of my child’s last moments. 
 I hovered around his body while his spirit yet animated 
 it, but the last pulse has throbbed, and he is now released 
 from his infant prison to dwell in the world of spirits. 
 As he was mine by nature, I trust he was his Heavenly 
 Father’s by adoption. At his birth, at his baptism, and 
 often since, have I dedicated him to God, desiring that 
 if his life was spared it might be spent in the service of 
 his Maker, or that if his days here below were to be few, 
 he might be translated from earth to heaven, and be 
 forever with his God. I hope, I believe, that he is now 
 gone to enjoy his Saviour. His race on earth was short. 
 He seemed to taste of life only that he might see its 
 vanity, and left it for more substantial joys. Sensibly as 
 I feel this afflictive providence, I desire not to indulge 
 one murmuring thought. I received him as a loan, not 
 as a gift; and He who gives me all I enjoy, and is the 
 author of all the hopes which I cherish, has seen fit in 
 His infinite wisdom, (and with a purpose of love, I verily 
 believe,) to take into His own hands the charge He had 
 committed to mine. ‘Shall He not do what He will with 
 His own?” and must not “the Judge of all the earth 
 do right?” Though my fond expectations are blasted, 
 though the goodly fabric I had erected, is in a moment 
 levelled to the ground, though my schemes for the future 
 of my child are all in an instant defeated, yet it is a con- 
 sideration which cheers and supports me, (and the only 
 one which can at this period,) that God’s purpose cannot 
 be shaken, that His schemes cannot be frustrated. And, 
 as all His aim must be the promotion of His own glory, 
 
 
 
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 whatever is necessary in His plan for that end, His crea- 
 tures should rejoice in. | : 
 
 It is my desire to view this providence as a message 
 from heaven. It is perhaps to chasten me for having 
 hugged the comfort too closely to my bosom, and been 
 tempted to forget the Author in the blessing. Or, it may 
 be sent me to prove irresistibly the truth of what the 
 Scriptures and observation continually teach, that every 
 thing here below is vanity; that man cometh forth as a 
 flower, that he appeareth as a vapor, and is suddenly no 
 more ; or it may be sent to warn me to prepare for my 
 own end. I cannot but view it as a Father’s chastise- 
 ment, as coming directly from the God of Love. I desire 
 to improve it to those purposes for which it was sent. 
 May it not be in vain that I suffer, and may I hereafter 
 have abundant reason to say, ‘* It is good for me that the 
 hand of God has touched me.” 
 
 I earnestly desire that this. solemn visitation may 
 quicken me in my Christian course, that it may withdraw 
 my affections more from earthly things, and tend to fix 
 them more strongly on those which are above. I desire 
 that my heart may be impressed, that I may perceive the 
 greatness of my sins, the ruin of my soul by nature, the 
 astonishing love of God in the gift of His Son, and the 
 freeness and richness of His grace in the Gospel. I de- 
 sire more sensibly to feel my constant dependence upon 
 God for strength and support, and to realize that I am 
 ever in His hands. I desire most humbly and fervently 
 that I may be prepared for my own departure hence. I 
 know not how soon or how suddenly I may be called to 
 give up my account to God. I feel that this body which 
 I inhabit is feeble and decaying. It does not promise a 
 long continuance, and how soon I may be summoned to 
 
 
 

 
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 follow my child, I know not; but this is my most earnest 
 prayer, that I may glorify God in the world, do faithfully 
 the work He assigns me, and in the hour of death be 
 enabled to triumph over the king of terrors, to ‘ know 
 whom I have believed,” and joyfully to commit my spirit 
 into the hands of Him who gave it. Blessed God! in 
 that solemn moment may my hope be firm, well ground- 
 ed, and full of immortality. 
 
 I desire most earnestly that this affliction may be sanc- 
 tified to my own family and those connected with it. 
 May it lead all to serious contemplation, to good resolu- 
 tions, and be a means of opening many hearts to the 
 reception and love of divine truth, and solicitude for their 
 own salvation. May it in a particular manner be sancti- 
 fied to my beloved partner, who feels most keenly our 
 common loss. May her supports be derived from her 
 covenant God, who has engaged never to leave nor 
 forsake her. May His countenance be displayed to her 
 in love, and a Father’s hand be evident in her affliction. 
 
 1805. May 10. Sriday. Lodged last night at our 
 new residence in Atkinson Street. 
 
 1806. September 5. Friday. At about half past twelve 
 o’clock, my beloved father was released from his weak- 
 ness and infirmities, and entered, as I trust, into his ever- 
 lasting rest. * * * . * He has been gradually failing 
 since the 30th March last, and appeared sensible that his 
 days were about being finished. He uniformly expressed 
 his gratitude to God for all the goodness he had shown 
 him during his long life, expressed his sorrow that his 
 earlier years were not marked by religion, and his thank- 
 
 fulness for being inclined in after life to name the name 
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 of Christ. A day or two before his departure he ex- 
 
 pressed a wish to be released from the body and to enter 
 into rest, but immediately recalled it, so far as to intimate 
 his submission to the divine will, and his readiness to 
 wait his appointed time. ‘God forgive me,” twice 
 repeated, were nearly the last words he uttered. 
 
 6. Saturday. This afternoon were entombed the 
 
 remains of my beloved parent. The Rev. Mr. Lowell. 
 
 officiated in prayer. The pall-bearers were Col. Dawes, 
 
 Dea. Charles Cushing, Samuel Salisbury, Esq., Samuel 
 
 Eliot, Dr. Dexter, and Nath’] Balch, Esq. 
 
 Having suffered from repeated and alarming attacks 
 
 of bleeding at the nose, which greatly prostrated his 
 strength, he thus writes after one of them. 
 
 May I realize more than ever the uncertainty of life, 
 
 health, and all earthly possessions, and. may I sit more 
 loosely to them all, be quickened to aspire and seek after 
 eternal blessings, the favor of God, and a union in heart 
 
 and temper to my adorable and blessed Redeemer. May 
 
 I covet earnestly the best gifts, even the love of my 
 Saviour and the abiding influences of the Holy Spirit. 
 
 May I be more resolute than ever in opposing the corrupt. 
 
 inclinations of my own heart, the temptations of the 
 great enemy of souls, and the allurements of a vain and 
 
 vicious world. May I, in the strength of Jesus, come 
 off more than conqueror, and give to Him the glory of. 
 
 all my victories. Blessed God! work in me to do Thy 
 whole will. Make me grateful to those beloved friends 
 
 who have ministered to me in my sickness, anticipated 
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 reward them for their labors of love, and grant them the 
 richest of Thy blessings, an interest in Thy Son. 
 
 To Thee, oh my God, who wert the author and art the 
 constant supporter of my being, from whom I derive the 
 comforts of this world, and by whose rich, free and 
 unmerited grace I enjoy the hope of a happy immortality, 
 through the cleansing blood of my crucified Redeemer, to 
 Thee do I dedicate all my powers of body and of soul. 
 Make me live to Thee. Make me to adorn that glorious 
 gospel I have professed. Make me to walk by the faith 
 of the Son of God, as a pilgrim here, and a humble’ 
 expectant of unspeakable and endless happiness in the 
 kingdom of heaven. 
 
 January 1, 1807, we find the first mention of the 
 future pastor of the Old South church. 
 
 Attended Federal street lecture this evening. A Mr. 
 Huntington preached. His text was in Proverbs: ‘* What 
 profit shall we have if we pray unto him.” 
 
 Several pages are left vacant, asif for an abstract of 
 the discourse. His habit was always to record the 
 texts of all the sermons to which he listened, frequently 
 giving an outline more or less extended. 
 
 April 9. Fast through the State. I was much 
 impressed this day in reading some parts of Orton’s Life 
 of Doddridge, especially those parts respecting the 
 improvement and distribution of his time, and his con- 
 stancy and delight in secret prayer. What a model is 
 Doddridge! How am I reproved for my sluggishness, 
 my barrenness, my formality, my ingratitude. In words, 
 
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 I have dedicated myself soul and body to God, but how 
 
 little of this entire devotion have I expressed in my 
 
 conduct. Gracious and forgiving God! heal, I beseech 
 Thee, my backslidings, recover me to Thyself. Destroy 
 the power of sin within me, increase my love to Thee ; 
 bring me more and more to rejoice, to trust and to delight 
 
 in Jesus, the Saviour of sinners, and may I continually 
 
 be aspiring after conformity to what is imitable in His 
 glorious character. 
 
 12. Lord’s Day. Attended church allday. Rev. Mr. 
 Channing preached both parts. His text morning and 
 
 afternoon was in Eph. vi. 1, 2. These discourses were 
 
 upon the duties of children to parents, and on the means 
 which parents were to use to secure to themselves the 
 respect, the affection, the gratitude, the submission, and 
 the entire confidence of their offspring. Most excellent 
 discourses. 
 
 On this day, which, places me in my thirtieth year, 
 would I recollect and record the goodness of my God. 
 ‘‘ Hitherto He has helped me.” He has been my refuge 
 ' and defense, a present help in trouble. He has encom- 
 passed me with blessings, and though I have so often 
 ungratefully abused His bounty, He still mercifully 
 upholds me. How deserving is He of my whole heart, 
 my best, my undivided affections. May I yield for the 
 future a more cordial and willing obedience to all His 
 commands, and make His service, which is true and 
 perfect freedom, my greatest delight. 
 
 Warned as I have been, in the course of the past year, 
 of the weakness of my body, and the great uncertainty 
 of life, may I, in the strength of my Saviour, practice 
 the resolutions I formed in the days of sickness,. when 
 time appeared to me of more value than ever, and when 
 
 
 
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 neglected opportunities of usefulness were remembered 
 with keen regret. May Inow improve the health I enjoy, 
 to the glory of God my Preserver, and be active in 
 accomplishing all the good it is in my power to communi- 
 cate to my fellow creatures. Especially may I seek their 
 spiritual welfare, and may I be always impressed with 
 the importance of exhibiting in my own life and conver- 
 sation, the transforming effects of that glorious gospel 
 which I profess to love, and which I recommend to them. 
 
 1808. May 18. Rev. J. Huntington was ordained 
 this day colleague with Rev. Dr. Eckley, minister of the 
 Old South Church. Father Phillips and brothers dined 
 with the church company. | 
 - July 24. Sabbath. After service this afternoon, the 
 brethren of the church remained, and Rev. Mr. Channing 
 communicated Mr. Thomas McClure’s and my acceptance 
 of the office of Deacon. Hethen prayed with us. May 
 the Lord make us faithful servants ! 
 
 December 11. Lord’s Day. Rev. Mr. C. preached all 
 day. Text in the afternoon, Matt. xv. 8: ‘+ This people 
 draweth nigh to me with their mouth,” &c. In this dis- 
 course he showed the inefficacy, the sin, and the peculiar 
 danger of formal, hypocritical prayers. A very search- 
 ing, excellent sermon. 
 
 I desire to take shame to myself when I consider my 
 coldness, my formality, my want of affection in my 
 addresses to God. Iam sometimes tempted to think 
 that they are all hypocritical, and merely to preserve 
 appearances, or to lull my conscience. But can this be ? 
 Have I no true love to my great Creator, my kind and 
 constant Preserver? No genuine affection toward that 
 compassionate, condescending Saviour, who has done and 
 
 
 
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 suffered so much to obtain for me pardon and everlasting 
 blessedness ? Have I no regard to that gracious Spirit 
 which hath striven with me so much and so long? O 
 yes; mingled with vast ingratitude, with astonishing 
 
 stupidity, with dreadful coldness, yet can I not say, O — 4 
 
 thou Searcher of hearts, that there is some sincerity in 
 my heart, some genuine repentance of sin, some real 
 attachment to my God and Saviour, some earnest desire 
 after conformity to that bright example which my -Re- 
 deemer hath left, some faint but sincere exertion to be a 
 Christian indeed. 
 
 O blessed Spirit! Thou quickener of the spiritually 
 dead, abide with me continually as my guide and com- 
 forter. Instruct me in and urge me to the performance 
 of every duty, and may I not faint or be weary in my 
 Christian course. 
 
 1809. March 26. Rev. Mr. Channing preached in the 
 afternoon from Ps. xxvi. 8: ‘ Lord, I have loved the 
 habitation of thy house,” &c. This discourse was occa- 
 sioned by the contemplated destruction of our present 
 house of worship in the course of this week, in which we 
 shall consequently never meet again. His discourse was 
 
 appropriate, solemn and affecting. 
 November 23. J attended this morning at the dedica- 
 tion of the new house of worship just erected in FederaL 
 street. Rev. Dr. Kirkland offered the prayers before ~ 
 sermon, which was delivered by Rev. Mr. Channing. 
 Rev. Dr. Lothrop offered the closing prayer. The ser- 
 vices were solemn and highly interesting. Rev. Mr. C.’s 
 text was in Ps. c. 2, 4: ** Serve the Lord with gladness ; 
 come before His presence with singing. Enter into His 
 gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise.” — 
 
 
 

 
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 May the House which we have reared, be ever sacred 
 to the worship of God; may the Church there be en- 
 larged and purified, and may the truth as it is in Jesus, 
 be faithfully and successfully declared to the latest pos- 
 terity. May I in this House of Prayer enjoy sweet inter- 
 course with my Father in Heaven, discover my Divine 
 Saviour in the breaking of bread, and be comforted, 
 quickened and supported by all the exercises I may be 
 permitted to join in. Here in this Temple, may I catch 
 the spirit of ‘worshipers above, and be trained up for an 
 eternal union with them, fora participation in the ser- 
 vices and joys of that ‘‘Temple not made with hands, 
 eternal in the heavens.” 
 
 A pleasant summer home, constantly referred to 
 as “the Farm,” situated in Brookline, had now been 
 the resort of the family during two seasons. [From 
 their pleasant circle of friends, some one or more were 
 continually passing back and forth, giving and receiv- 
 ing pleasure, and the health of the beloved wife and 
 mother, always delicate, seemed to improve through 
 the cheerful out-door life, which was thus made more 
 easy. Many pleasant journeys were also undertaken 
 in the old-fashioned, independent style, in their own 
 vehicle, with some friend,—stopping as inclination or 
 convenience prompted, wherever there was promise of 
 pleasure or improvement. The devoted sister, whose 
 name so often occurs in these pages, and whose 
 unvarying affection has long been extended to the 
 children of that beloved one, frequently made one of 
 the party. - 
 
It was at the close of one of these pleasant seasons, 
 
 December, 1809, that the mother’s health began to 
 decline, and finally, by severe and alarming attacks of 
 
 illness, she was brought to the borders of the grave. . 
 
 She addressed precious words of comfort to him, in the 
 
 full prospect of a separation. The mother’s heart also 
 
 yearned fondly over ‘her little ones, whom,’ she said, 
 ‘she had hoped to see advance in life, and had looked 
 forward to it with great pleasure.’ ‘ This,’ she added, 
 ‘has been my most earnest desire, that my children may 
 belong to God, and may be admitted into His king- 
 dom.’ 
 
 To the great joy of her friends, she was given back 
 to them again, when to all appearance she seemed to 
 have entered “the river,” and to be almost within 
 sight of “the shining shore.’” Seventeen years longer 
 was she permitted to fulfill the sacred duties intrusted 
 to her, with all the fidelity and devotion which her 
 slender health allowed. 
 
 1812. June 20. War. This morning General Bloom- 
 
 field, now in this city, received accounts by express from 
 the City of Washington, of War having been declared 
 
 by the United States against Great Britain, &c. . 
 Great God of Nations, have mercy upon this people. 
 Leave us not to perish in Thine anger. Speedily restore 
 
 Peace to this land, if it consist with Thy glory. Counsel — 
 
 our rulers. May their hearts be right with Thee, and 
 may their deliberations be overruled for the best good of 
 the nation. 
 
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 in Thy providence. May I be faithful to my country, 
 and especially to Thee, my God, and be enabled to 
 glorify Thee in the hour of suffering, privation, distress, 
 ruin and death, if these be my portion during the present 
 contest. | 
 
 September 23. Left Boston for Andover. Stopped at 
 Parker’s, and reached Andover at one, P.M. I dined at 
 the Institution with the Trustees, &c. Attended at the 
 chapel, in the afternoon, the exercises of the students, 
 and at a quarter past six attended, with the Trustees, the 
 meeting of the Board, at Mr. Farrar’s. Tarried till half 
 - past nine, P. M., and then retired to Rev. Dr. Pearson’s 
 house, where I met Rev. President Dwight, Rev. Mr. 
 Jenks, from Bath, Rev. Mr. Tappan, from Brunswick, 
 and his brother, Rev. Mr. Codman, Mr. Abbott, &c. 
 Dr. D. and Mr. J. tarry with us. 
 
 24. Attended Trustee meeting, at Mr. Farrar’s, at 
 nine A.M. Finished at three-quarters past eleven, A. M., 
 at which time I set off for home, Mr. E. A. Pearson, and 
 a Mr. Thomas H. Gallaudet, a student of the institution, 
 accompanying me. 
 
 1813. January 23. Walked with son S. this after- 
 noon to Mr. Lincoln’s printing office, to show him the 
 manner of printing. 
 
 June 1. Rode with Mrs. W. this morning to brother 
 Thomas’s (Brookline) and back —in the afternoon to 
 brother Thomas’s again, and afterwards to uncle Mason’s, 
 where we stopped to tea. Mother P., sister A., Mr. 
 and Mrs. Thomas P., Mrs. Dr. W., Jr., came also to 
 tea. Mr. Daniel Parkman also. 
 
 Went upon the hill back of uncle Mason’s house, and 
 
 with his telescope was pretty certain of seeing the com- 
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 mencement of an engagement between the Chesapeake 
 frigate, and the Shannon, British frigate, which peeped 
 this morning into Boston bay, and induced the sp SS 
 _to leave her anchorage in President Hone 
 
 1814. June 3. This day was confirmed, by an arri- 
 val from Halifax at this place, the news recently reported 
 by way of Cork, that Louis XVIII. had been called to the 
 throne of France, that Bonaparte had abdicated for him- 
 self and heirs, all title to the throne of France, and was 
 to retire on a pension to the island of Elba in the Medi- 
 terranean, and that a general Continental Peace was the 
 consequence of these events. 
 
 15. Attended this morning, at the Chapel church, 
 the services on account of the recent great deliverance of 
 Europe from the slavery of Bonaparte, late Emperor of 
 France. They were very solemn, appropriate and im- 
 pressive. The prayer by Rev. Dr. Osgood, and the 
 sermon, by the Rev. Mr. Channing, with some music, 
 were all that I heard. The State House, widow Scott’s 
 house, and some other private houses, were brilliantly 
 illuminated in the evening, and from the Common and 
 Neck, were thrown a large number of carbonic comets 
 and rockets. The concourse of people in the Common 
 was immense. 
 
 1815. February 13. Mr. J. L. called upon me at 
 nine o'clock to inform me that news was just received in 
 town from New York, communicated by Mr. Jonathan 
 Goodhue to B. Russell by an express, of a Treaty having 
 been concluded between Great Britain and the United 
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 of Peace. The British ship Favorite brought the account. 
 The town has in every quarter exhibited tokens of the 
 highest joy of its inhabitants on this most interesting, 
 and cheering intelligence. The bells have been ringing 
 through the day and the cannon firing; eight uniform 
 companies parading, and illuminations in the evening of 
 some public buildings are among the demonstrations of 
 joy discovered on this memorable occasion. 
 
 September 23. Rained hard in the night—increased, 
 and from eleven to two, the wind blew with tremendous 
 and destructive violence, unroofing some houses and 
 blowing off a vast number of chimneys; my own at the 
 store where I was sitting, and many others. The trees 
 in Paddock’s and the great| Mall, have suffered exceed- 
 ingly, many are blown down, large elms, some of a hun- 
 dred years’ growth. The town throughout presents a 
 scene of destruction almost unprecedented. 
 
 1816. December 20. Mrs. W. spent chief of the 
 morning at brother Jonathan P.’s, who was’ last evening 
 deprived in the holy providence of God of his beloved 
 child Miriam, a lovely girl of five and a half years. 
 
 1817. February 20. Brother John Phillips’s son S., aged 
 sixteen, a Freshman in Harvard University, died this 
 morning at one o'clock; a very amiable and promising 
 youth. , ; 
 
 Attended this afternoon the funeral of my late Aunt 
 Hall, who died on the 16th, aged 74. 
 
 July 2. Walked with mother P., Mrs. W.., sister 
 Abby and daughter M., upon the Common this morning, 
 to witness the arrangement of the boys of the several 
 schools in Boston, through whom the President of the 
 
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 United States was to pass. The number of boys was 
 about three thousand. Son S. was among them. 
 
 At quarter before one, P. M., President Monroe en- 
 tered the limits of Boston, which was known by the ring- 
 ing of bells. At that time I went with mother P., Mrs. 
 W., sister A., daughters M. and S., with the female | 
 domestics, to the Glass Store, where, at half past one, 
 P. M., we saw the President with the cavalcade pass. 
 
 7. Breakfasted at father P.’s in company with the 
 President of the United States, his Secretary, Mr. Mason, | 
 his Aid, Gen. Swift; also, Samuel Prince, Gen. Miller, 
 Commodore Bainbridge, Governor Brooks, Gen. Cobb, 
 Timothy Pickering, Judge Parker, W. S. Shaw, Col. 
 Sumner, William Gray, H. G. Otis, T. H. Perkins, 
 Geo. Blake, J. Quincy, C. Bulfinch, J. Thorndike, Sheriff 
 Bradford, Gen. Matoon, Col. Sargent, Rev. F. Parkman, 
 Judge Fales, Mr. Mellen, Mr. Williams, Mr. Stebbins, 
 Wendell Davis, Judge Prescott, J. Welles, J. Lloyd, 
 Rey. Mr. S. Willard, Commodore Perry, &c. 
 
 The President reviewed two thousand five hundred 
 troops upon the Common at noon. 
 
 October 22. Spent two and a half hours with Rev. W. 
 E. Channing this afternoon at his house, conversing with 
 him on the subject of my intended removal from his 
 church, of which I informed him for the first time, this 
 afternoon. . 
 
 26. Lords Day. I yesterday addressed a letter to 
 Rev. Mr. Channing, confirming what I had said to him 
 respecting my removal from his church, and resigning 
 the office of Deacon. 
 
 I trust that in taking this step, this very painful and 
 important step, I have been following the dictates of con- 
 science and the guidance of the Spirit of God. Ihave 
 
 
 
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 weighed the subject long, I have conversed confidentially 
 in reference to it with Christian friends of sound judgment 
 and distinguished prudence ; above all, I have sought 
 direction from the Father of Lights, and as far as I can 
 discern, my path has been made plain to leave the church 
 in Federal street, and to attach myself and family to the 
 church under the care of Rev. Mr. Huntington. I with- 
 draw from my late place of worship in the exercise of the 
 most candid and benevolent feelings toward those I leave, 
 and with a sincere desire that they and myself may be 
 guided into all necessary truth. 
 
 November 1. Called upon Rev. Mr. Huntington this 
 morning and communicated to him my intention of attach- 
 ing myself and family to his church and society. 
 
 1818. March 8. Lord’s Day. Rev. Mr. H. preached 
 in the morning from Luke, xi. 13. ‘If ye then being 
 evil,” &c. The sermon was exceedingly good, showing 
 the duty, the privilege and importance of earnest prayer 
 for the gift of the Holy Spirit, to enlighten, guide and 
 comfort us. 
 
 1819. September 11. Heard in Boston, when I 
 reached there, the afflictive intelligence of the death of 
 Rey. Joshua Huntington, my beloved pastor.’ He had 
 been journeying to Canada, and on returning rode very 
 rapidly, when his strength was quite small. A fever 
 arrested him at Groton, and he expired last night at the 
 house of Rey. Dr. Chaplin, of that town. His loss is 
 great indeed to his family and the church, and the town 
 has lost a bright light. 
 
 December 23. Visited grandma Mason this morning. 
 Spent a little time with her very profitably, and prayed 
 
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 with her. Her first words on taking my hand were, ‘“ I 
 am alive yet, spared to-day to repent of the sins of yester-— 
 day. Don’t lose a moment. Let us engage at once in 
 prayer. Pray that God may be glorified, that His king- 
 dom may be advanced,” &c. 
 
 1820. February 6. Miss Mary Peck, (familiarly called 
 Molly,) an invaluable and eminently pious domestic of. 
 father Phillips, who has been in his family forty-four 
 years, after nine years of blindness, and several of the 
 latter, years of great weakness of body, was released 
 from this state of suffering, and entered into heavenly 
 rest this afternoon. ‘ Blessed, indeed, are the dead who 
 die in the Lord.’ Her walk was close with God, and in 
 her humble sphere she exhibited a bright pattern of 
 Christian excellence. My beloved wife remembers well 
 her early instructions, her earnest prayers, her holy 
 example; and ascribes the first attention she gave to the 
 concerns of her soul, to the pious counsels of this faithful 
 domestic. 
 
 12. Son S. went this morning with his grandma 
 Phillips to see grandma Mason, who was able to speak a 
 few words to him, and kissed and blessed him. Does 
 not ‘the prayer of the righteous avail much?” May a 
 gracious God hear the prayer of this dying saint in my 
 child’s behalf, and may he never forget the holy example 
 and Christian counsel of this venerable friend. _ 
 
 24, At about 2 o’clock, (A. M.,) Mrs. Mary Mason, 
 our most excellent friend and grandma, was released 
 from earth, after a pilgrimage of eighty-seven years, and 
 has taken possession, as we humbly hope, of the promised 
 land, the heavenly Canaan. 
 
 26. Attended, with Mrs. W., this afternoon, the fune- 
 
 
 

 
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 ral of grandma Mason. Her remains were deposited in 
 the Chapel burying ground, in the tomb of the late 
 Benjamin Clark, which is a wall tomb, a small distance 
 south from the gate on Tremont street. 
 
 October 8. Lord’s Day. Mr. B. B. Wisner, from 
 Princeton Theological Institution, preached both parts of 
 the day. His text this morning from Isaiah, xlv. 22. 
 These discourses were very impressive. The morning’s 
 discourse was exceedingly comprehensive and solemn. 
 
 1821. July 2. Rode to the farm with Mrs. W., 
 M., and S., over the new road called The Boston and 
 Roxbury Mill-Dam, leading from Beacon street, which - 
 was this day, for the first time, opened for travel. A 
 number of gentlemen on horses, early this morning 
 formed a cavalcade, and passed over the new road or 
 causeway in honor of the enterprise. 
 
 1823. February 4. Attwo, P.M. attended at the 
 Old South Vestry, a religious exercise in connection with 
 this day which has been set apart, particularly the latter 
 half, by the Old South Church, as a religious Fast, and 
 for the purpose of renewing the church covenant. Rev. 
 Mr. Wisner conducted the service altogether in the after- 
 noon, except reading the last hymn, and pronouncing the 
 blessing. Mr. W. read the 139th Psalm, and made 
 some observations upon it, in connection with the events 
 which had called the church into the present solemn 
 posture. 
 
 » At half past six, P. M., attended again at same place, 
 Mrs. W. accompanying me. The service of the evening 
 commenced with prayer, by Rev. Mr. Jenks, then singing, 
 then reading the 9th chapter of Nehemiah, which he ex- 
 
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 plained at some length, in connection with the covenant 
 
 just to be renewed. Rev. Daniel Huntington followed 
 in prayer; after which the members of the Old South 
 
 Church rising in their places, Mr. Wisner repeated the 
 ancient and solemn form of covenant, which all renewed. 
 He followed in a very long, solemn, fervent and affec- 
 tionate prayer. A few remarks from him succeeded, and 
 
 then ahymn. This was followed by a short prayer frond 2 > 
 
 Rev. Mr. Jenks, then the doxology and benediction. 
 The whole exercise was of a peculiarly solemn cast, 
 
 and calculated to make a very salutary impression on all — 
 
 the members. I pray that it may make such i mE 
 on my own heart. 
 
 May 4. Lord’s Day. Mother Phillips having taken a 
 
 heavy cold, was confined at home to- -day. 
 
 5. Mother P. continues very sick with her cold. ‘She 
 sent for Dr. W. last evening. 
 
 6. Dr. W. called this evening to say that he thought 
 
 it not unlikely mother P. would not survive till morn- 
 ing. 
 
 7. Mother P. was comfortable through the nicht 
 Brother Edward P. was with her. The physician thought 
 there was some improvement this morning, but on my 
 wife’s going over towards ten, A. M., she sent me word 
 
 immediately, “she was no better.” Just before one, 
 
 P. M., Mrs. W. sent for me to go over, as her mother 
 was declining rapidly. I went over with daughter 
 M., but my dear mother did not know me, and I am 
 thus deprived of that parting smile and blessing which I 
 
 had fondly hoped to enjoy, if Providence saw good to 
 
 take her first from earth. 
 I remained with the family in the chamber, our mate 
 sinking every moment. Rev. Mr. Wisner prayed at 
 
 
 

 
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 about three quarters past two, P. M., and continued with 
 us. Dr. Warren came in soon after, and at half past 
 three, without a struggle or groan, her spirit passed to 
 glory, leaving an aged, tender husband, and all her 
 family, in tears for their own heavy loss. 
 
 12. Rode over to father P.’s at eleven o’clock, and 
 tarried about two hours, in which time Rev. Dr. Beecher, 
 and Rev. Prof. Porter, called to see father P. Dr. B. 
 made a very affectionate and interesting prayer with the 
 family. 
 
 In the afternoon attended at father P.’s with Mrs. W., 
 daughter M., and son S., and followed the mortal remains 
 of our late dear mother to the silent tomb, the Bromfield 
 vault in the Chapel burying ground. Rev. Mr. Wisner 
 prayed at the funeral. The Pall-bearers were Thomas 
 Dennie, Gardner Greene, P. C. Brooks, John Parker, 
 Thomas Dawes and Josiah Salisbury, Esq’rs. 
 
 22. Atabout seven, P. M., sister Abigail B. Phillips was 
 united in holy marriage to Rev. E. Burgess, of Dedham. 
 '_ The ceremony was at father P.’s in his presence, and 
 
 - that of Uncle and Aunt Mason, Bros. J. and EK. P. and 
 wives, with their children, William P., Jr., and Miss 
 | Martha S. P., with Miss T. B., (tarrying at Bro. E. P.’s,) 
 _- Miss D., Thomas Burgess, Esq. and lady, from Provi- 
 dence, Miss B., from Wareham, my son 8., and daugh- 
 ter M. | 
 
 29. Was preparing to go to our store at 9 o’clock, 
 when I was informed that my beloved brother-in-law, 
 John Phillips, was very ill, probably not then alive. 
 Before I had time to get ready to go to the house, Mr. E. 
 called upon me to say that brother P. was dead! It 
 appears he was not well through the whole of yester- 
 day, though he attended at the Senate Chamber, went 
 
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 through much duty there, and attended religious service 7 
 at the Old South Church, with the Legislature. ee ae 
 He has left us full of honors, in the midst of usefulness, 
 enjoying apparently very good health, and surrounded by _ 
 an affectionate and devoted family. I find myself de- 
 
 prived on a sudden of my counsellor, my guide and 
 
 friend, as well as brother. I know not how to fill the 
 
 space which his death has caused. I pray that tha 
 
 affliction may be sanctified to me and my family for our 
 eternal good. 
 
 1824, February 28. Mrs. W. spent the morning and 
 afternoon at brother E. P’s. His daughter Miriam had 
 a distressed night and was very low allthe morning. At 
 three quarters past 5, P. M., after considerable distress, 
 she very suddenly expired. She was two years old last 
 August, and one of the loveliest children of her ageI 
 ever saw. Healthy, beautiful, intelligent and gentle, she | 
 seemed calculated to delight her parents, and all who 
 knew her, in a high degree. : 
 
 August 24. General La Fayette reached Governor . 
 
 Eustis’s house from New York in the middle of last 
 night, and agreeably to previous arrangements, entered 
 the city this morning, under civil and military escort, of 
 the most splendid kind. In my house, (Granite Range,) 
 I had a full view of the whole procession, and a large 
 number of our friends enjoyed the view with us. In the 
 evening I went with Mrs. W. and son S. to Mr. ~ 
 Quincy’s, where General La Fayette came and spent half 
 an hour. j 
 
 30. A number of ladies came to our house to-day to 
 
 view the troops on the Common. It is supposed that 
 
 upwards of six thousand troops were under arms, and 
 
 
 

 
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 the weather being fine, the appearance was uncommonly 
 handsome. ‘The crowd was immense, and the number of 
 gentlemen who partook of dinner, at the great tent, 
 exceeded fifteen hundred. This is the greatest military 
 parade probably ever witnessed in this city. 
 
 “ 1825. June17. The corner-stone of the obelisk about 
 to be built on the Heights of Charlestown, to commem- 
 morate the battle of Bunker Hill, was laid this morning 
 in Masonic form. An address was afterwards delivered 
 by Hon. Daniel Webster, and a dinner under an im- 
 mense tent was served to upwards of three thousand 
 persons. The procession, which was formed in and 
 about the State House, was very numerous, and the 
 appearance exceedingly impressive and interesting. 
 December 28. Father Phillips drank tea with us 
 this evening, and I attended with him at Park street 
 church a service in reference to the church of colored 
 people, (eight in number,) this day organized, previous 
 to their departure for Liberia in Africa. Rev. Mr. 
 _ Wisner read the doings of the Council, with the creed, 
 covenant, &c. Rev. Dr. Jenks offered the prayer. Rev. 
 Mr. Dwight read a psalm, and delivered a discourse (of 
 ninety minutes in length) from Ps. Ixviii. 31: * Princes 
 shall come out of Egypt, Ethiopia shall soon stretch out 
 her hands unto God.” A most eloquent, ingenious and 
 powerful performance, well suited to the occasion. Rev. 
 Mr. Edwards, of Andover, offered the right hand of 
 fellowship, Rev. Mr. Green offered the closing and ordain- 
 ing prayer, during which the two aged colored men 
 chosen by their brethren, deacons of the church, received 
 the imposition of hands from Rev. Messrs. Green, Wis- 
 ner and Jenks. ‘The collection was then taken, and an 
 
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 anthem (the music composed by one of the colored 4 
 deacons) with the benediction, closed the exercises. 
 
 1826. October 15. Lord’s Day. Attended at the Old — "3 
 South Church all day. Rev. Dr. Beecher preached in © 
 
 the morning from Mark, xii. 24: ‘Thou art not far from” 
 the kingdom of God.” Rev. Mr. Wisner preached in 
 the afternoon from John, iii. 8: “The wind bloweth 
 where it listeth,” &c. These two sermons were very 
 solemn and impressive, calculated to. excite serious 
 thought and holy resolution. The morning’s sermon was 
 
 one of the most direct addresses to the conscience, that I _ : 
 ever heard. ‘The object was to show that there were in 
 
 the life of every person, highly important moments, when 
 it might specially be true with regard to them, that they 
 were ‘‘not far from the kingdom of God.” He gavea 
 number of instances and considered them as balancing 
 periods, when a little more effort, or resolution, or thought 
 might have turned the scale in favor of a course which 
 
 would have eventuated in their salvation, and which 
 
 omitted was the point of time when they lost the last 
 opportunity they could ever enjoy for securing the safety 
 of their souls. 
 
 29. Brother Edward P. continues very low. He has 
 been confined to his bed since Friday evening last. 
 
 November 4. At half past 7 o’clock this morning, Mrs. 
 W. and myself were sent for into brother Edward Phil- 
 lips’s. He experienced a change which indicated death 
 to be very near, about three o’clock this morning. He 
 suffered much from hard breathing, until about ten 
 minutes past ten o’clock, A. M., when his spirit returned 
 
 to God who gave it, amid the tears and prayers of his ~ 4 
 
 affectionate relatives. His mind was perfectly bright, 
 
 
 

 
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 collected, resigned and happy to the last moment. Such 
 expressions as these were frequent during the night: 
 ‘Blessed Jesus, J am ready, Iam ready.” Just before 
 he expired, he said to his wife, ‘* God is with me. He has 
 fitted me. Iam not distressed.” To Rev. Mr. Wisner, 
 yesterday afternoon, he said, ‘‘God has given me the 
 victory.” 
 
 8. Attended the funeral of our late beloved brother 
 Edward Phillips. The body was placed in the Brom- 
 field tomb. A solemn service! God grant that the 
 impression of the vanity of everything earthly may never 
 be effaced from my mind. I would live henceforth nearer 
 to God than ever, and strive to cultivate closer commu- 
 nion with Him, and greater conformity to His holy requi- 
 sitions; looking habitually to Jesus, the author and 
 finisher of my faith, for grace to sustain me in life, for 
 grace to obtain the victory over death, and for grace to 
 bestow upon me the precious rewards of the just, rewards 
 purchased for me through a Saviour’s merits. 
 
 12. Lord’s Day. Rev. Mr. Wisner preached in the 
 afternoon from Ps. xcvii. 1: ‘* The Lord reigneth, let the 
 earth rejoice.” A very excellent sermon. At the close 
 he applied the subject to the death of brother Edward 
 Phillips, and sketched his character very justly, introduc- 
 ing a number of his remarks in his sickness, upon the 
 subject of religion. 
 
 1827. February 18. Attended at Old South Church 
 allday. Rev. Mr. Wisner preached both parts. Text 
 in the morning and afternoon from Eph. iv. 30: ‘‘ And 
 grieve not the Holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed 
 unto the day of redemption.” These discourses were 
 
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 very impressive and solemn, written with reference to the 
 present revival of religion in the city. 
 
 25. Attended church all day with Mrs. W. Rev. 
 Mr. Wisner preached both parts. His text in the morn- 
 ing from 1 Sam. vii. 12. In the afternoon, 1 Col. part 
 of 28th and 29th verses. 
 
 This day completes six years since Rev. Mr. Wisner 
 became the pastor of the Old South Church, and his dis- 
 course this morning was a review of this period. He 
 was very interesting, and managed his subject with great 
 good judgment, deep feeling, and in a way to excite th 
 best sentiments of pious gratitude in his people, both 
 church and congregation. He at the close renewed his 
 dedication of himself to the work of the ministry, to his 
 God, and to the people of his charge—to be worn out in 
 the service of Christ. In the afternoon he considered the 
 possibility of the salvation of every member of the con- 
 gregation, and the consequent duty of the church to labor 
 for such a blessing. He wished all present to engage 
 from that moment, to aim at, and as far as possible, — 
 
 strive to promote the everlasting happiness ‘of every “> 4 
 
 member of the society. This vow he then made, and 
 should repeat before he retired this night to rest. 
 
 An excellent writer has remarked, that “from great 
 prwilege to great trial, there will often be but a step.” 
 The pages of the Diary almost immediately succeeding 
 these accounts of the blessed work which had been 
 progressing among the churches, and which had brought 
 great joy to so many families—contain now the outpour- 
 ings of a deep sorrow with which “no stranger can 
 intermeddle.” The companion of years—the devoted 
 
 
 

 
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 wife and tender mother was taken away as by a stroke. 
 On the evening of the 24th of March she was pros- 
 trated by sudden illness, losing to a great degree her 
 power of utterance, “although evidently retaining her 
 mind.” We quote from the Diary. 
 
 March 25. Sabbath. Rev. Mr. Wisner saw Mrs. W. 
 at noon. He asked her several questions, to which 
 she gave, by signs, the replies that might be expected. 
 He spoke to her of the preciousness of her Saviour, and 
 to this she said, in words which we distinctly heard,— 
 “ What could Ido without Him?” We prayed with her, 
 and she appeared to enjoy the prayer. 
 
 I asked her in the course of the afternoon, if she loved 
 me as she had always done, to press my hand. She 
 gave it instantly, a delightful grasp. 
 
 She evidently endeavored once or twice to smile upon 
 M., and seemed to say to her, ‘“‘ Weep not for me, only 
 _ prepare to follow me to glory.” Monday the 26th, she 
 discovered greater difficulty in breathing, which became 
 more and more labored, until twenty minutes before 
 twelve o’clock at noon, when I felt the last pulse cease, 
 and witnessed the last breath taken. No violent struggle 
 marked the separation of her happy spirit from its frail 
 tabernacle, she gently sighed away her immortal part 
 into the hands of that Saviour she had owned and loved 
 on earth, and with whom I believe she is now enjoying a 
 felicity too vast and too pure for the heart of man to 
 conceive. And from such a state would I, dare I, recall 
 her, if [ could? No, not for worlds. ‘Though all crea- 
 tion is covered, to my mind, with a pall, black as mid- 
 night darkness, I feel that she is happy. Her life tells 
 
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 me it must be so, my faith and my Bible tell meso, and 
 all that is left to me is tenderly to cherish the memory of 
 one dear to me as my own soul, and to honor it in the 
 way she would herself prescribe, if her voice could burst — 
 upon me from the spiritual world, by walking more 
 closely than ever, in the steps of Jesus, and by an habitual 
 preparation to meet my God. * * ie * 
 ‘‘ Father, [ welcome all thy will.” I pray that it may be 
 done. I rejoice that it zs done. And I would ever cher- 
 ish a holy, an entire and child-like submission to every 
 appointment of my covenant God. From this time I 
 would be more than ever devoted to the service of my 
 Divine Master, and would spend the remnant of my days 
 in advancing his cause and kingdom in the world, and in. 
 making that wise preparation for my own departure 
 hence, which dispensations like the one I record, are so 
 wisely adapted to promote. 
 
 28. My friends are very kind to me in calling and 
 sympathizing in my affliction, and all that friendship and 
 affection can do, is rendered ; but the wound is very deep, 
 and my Great High Priest, who is ‘touched with the 
 feeling of my infirmities,” is the great source of consola- 
 tion, and I bless my God, I think I have divine supports, 
 and a light bursting in upon me from heaven, dispelling 
 my fears and doubts and saying to me, ‘Be of good — 
 cheer, it is I, be not afraid.” 
 
 At noon on the following day, gathering his children 
 around him by the side of the loved form from which 
 they were parting, until the Resurrection morning, he 
 gave utterance to his feelings of submission, of grati- 
 tude and of trust in his covenant keeping God, prom- 
 
 
 

 
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 ising to be faithful to these children even unto death, 
 and to do that for them “by my prayers, my counsels 
 and my example, which I believe would be acceptable 
 
 to my departed friend, if she were permitted to speak 
 to me from the world of spirits.” 
 
 29. I followed, this afternoon, when prayer had been 
 
 offered by Rev. Mr. Wisner, the dear remains of my ever- 
 
 to-be remembered, and most tenderly beloved friend and 
 companion, to the silent mansion of the dead—the 
 Bromfield tomb, on the north side of the Chapel burying 
 ground. | 
 
 And here I leave till the morning of the Resurrection 
 this precious dust, which I have loved so fondly, cherished 
 and sheltered with so much care. If I had not an un- 
 wavering confidence that her never-dying soul was now 
 enjoying the rest of heaven, through the merits of that 
 Redeemer whom she loved and served on earth, how 
 could I sustain myself a single moment! But I am sus- 
 tained. Iamcomforted. Blessed be God, I rejoice in 
 her safety. I would not recall her spirit from its happy 
 residence, if a breath could do it. I take the cup which 
 my Heavenly Father has given me, and say, I humbly 
 hope with godly sincerity, ‘Thy will be done.” Let it 
 now be my care to walk more closely than I have ever 
 done, in the steps of my dear Redeemer, and by faith and 
 patience may I one day ‘inherit the promises.” 
 
 ‘* Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
 Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
 And give these sacred relics room 
 To slumber in the silent dust. 
 
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 ‘‘ Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
 Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes — 
 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here 
 While angels watch its soft repose.” 
 
 This beloved wife and mother was born June 10, 
 1779, and was therefore nearly forty-eight years of age. 
 
 Less than two months had passed, when the aged ~ 
 
 father of this ‘‘ beloved companion” was also stricken 
 down, his illness commencing with a severe cold, on 
 the 22nd May. On the 25th, (we quote from the 
 diary,) ‘Called upon father P. this morning for a 
 couple of hours, and toward evening for an hour. He 
 had not had an easy night, and has been very feeble 
 through the day, though towards night he walked with 
 some strength across the room, and when I left him at 
 seven o’clock, I thought he bid fair to have a comfort- 
 able night, and expressed my desire that he might. He 
 
 took my hand very cordially, and bid me ‘good-bye, 
 
 with his love to the children.’ Little, oh, how little, 
 did I think this was to be the last adieu I should ever 
 hear from his lips. On the 26th, about twenty min- 
 utes past nine in the evening, he quietly breathed his 
 last.”” 
 
 It would be doing injustice to the memory of one, 
 so pure in character and so benevolent in conduct, 
 should we omit to make more particular mention of 
 those traits which at once endeared him to his family 
 and friends, and secured for him the respect and confi- 
 dence of the community in which he lived. 
 
 His hospitable mansion, which, with its spacious 
 
 
 

 
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 grounds and tasteful surroundings, made it an object 
 of interest to the passer-by, was always the welcome 
 and happy resort of the old and young of his family 
 circle; and on frequent occasions, of the great and 
 good from all parts of the land, who were entertained 
 with liberality and social ease at histable. The charm 
 of his character was his unaffected simplicity and sin- 
 cerity ; he at once commanded the respect of age, and 
 the affection of youth. 
 
 The residence here mentioned stood on the ground 
 now occupied by storesin Tremont street, nearly oppo- 
 site the Stone Chapel burying ground, and had some- 
 what the appearance of an old English family mansion. 
 It stood back from the street, separated from the side- 
 walk by an iron fence. An iron gate opened upon a 
 gravelled walk which led up to the front door; on 
 either side of this walk, three terraces rose, one above 
 another, and several fine trees ornamented the inclos- 
 ure. On the left side of the house was the carriage 
 yard with the stables.* 
 
 — June 8. Lord's Day. Rev. Mr. Wisner preached this 
 afternoon a funeral discourse upon the death of my late 
 
 '* The following note is copied from ‘‘ Drake’s History of 
 Boston.” 
 
 ‘¢ His [Mr. Peter Faneuil’s] residence, was on the westerly side 
 of Tremont street, opposite the old Johnson burying ground, in 
 an elegant mansion, built by his uncle, Andrew Faneuil, the 
 same in which lived afterwards Lieutenant Governor Phillips. 
 Upon a summer-house belonging to it, there was a grasshopper 
 for its vane, similar to that upon Faneuil Hall, from the fact, no 
 doubt, of its representing the crest of the arms of Faneuil.” 
 
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 father-in-law, Hon. William Phillips. His text was from 
 Ps. exii. 4, 5, 6: ‘* Unto the upright there ariseth light — 
 in the darkness.” 
 
 August 28. Brother and sister B. called upon us this 
 morning and spent the day. Conversed with brother B. 
 for a couple of hours very profitably and pleasantly. 
 
 October 20. Daughters rode this morning to Dedham, 
 and took Miss H. B. and their cousin A. P. with them. 
 They visited sister B. who has been quite sick. 
 
 The following is the first mention made of his attend- 
 ance at the Mason street Sabbath school. | 
 
 1828. October 19. Lord’s Day. At one o'clock I - 
 attended at the Mason street Sabbath school, where my 
 daughters S. and A. attend. My daughter S. received a 
 book, ‘‘The History of Alfred Campbell,” as the pre- 
 mium, being the highest mark of approbation conferred 
 by the Examining Committee. Daughter A. received a 
 book among the third in rank. Mr. C. Cleaveland 
 prayed, and Deacon Kimball addressed the school. 
 Deacon Vose, one of the Committee, distributed the 
 prizes among the scholars. ‘ 
 
 21. Tuesday. My nephews, William Phillips and 
 John C. Phillips, with Doct. Flint, (as medical companion 
 of William P.,) sailed this morning for Havana, in the 
 brig Atlantic, Captain Hathaway. | 
 
 At about ten, A. M., rode with daughter M. and Miss 
 C. Walley to Cambridge, attended the exhibition at the 
 College chapel, where George W. Phillips, my nephew, 
 delivered the Salutatory in Latin. 
 
 December 11. I completed this morning the regular 
 
 
 

 
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 reading of the Holy Scriptures, with Scott’s commentary 
 and practical observations entire. I began them several 
 years ago. The last year or two I have read more of 
 them than during the preceding year. And here I would 
 record my gratitude to God, that He has given me health 
 and leisure, with the inclination, to peruse these sacred 
 pages. They have afforded me incalculable comfort and 
 great instruction. I never before understood or enjoyed 
 the text of Scripture as I have while reading it with these 
 remarks of Dr. Scott, and his practical observations are 
 always sound, and useful, and frequently most pathetic 
 and impressive. I pray God to make me wiser and 
 better by these studies, and as I go through the precious 
 Bible, occasionally referring to the places I have marked 
 in pencil, may I enjoy the precious and illuminating influ- 
 ence of that same Spirit that dictated it, that so my mind 
 may be preserved from error, and my heart more than 
 ever imbued with its life-giving truths ! 
 
 31. I attended this evening at Park Street Church, a 
 meeting of the evangelical churches and others to offer 
 praise for the mercies of the year just closing, to review 
 the goodness of God in an especial manner to the churches 
 here and elsewhere, and to supplicate His blessing for the 
 coming year. I felt that it was good to be there, and 
 pray that I may be quickened to the more faithful dis- 
 charge of duty, and to more engagedness in my Master’s 
 service. How many pressing motives have I to be thus 
 diligent and engaged. How differently does the ap- 
 proaching year open upon me from any that have preceded 
 it! And since my last record at this interesting season, 
 what afflictions have I been called to sustain! The 
 partner of my joys and sorrows, the friend and com- 
 panion of my youth, snatched as if were in a moment 
 
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 from my side, and her aged and venerated father gence eo 
 following. : 
 
 Oh, what cause have I for serious meditation, for holy 
 submission, for filial confidence! Blessed be God! it is 
 for Him to bring good out of evil, and light out of dark-— 
 ness. May He in this case overrule all my bereavements | 
 and trials for His own glory, and enable me to say with 
 a childlike spirit, ‘* The will of the Lord be done.” I 
 desire to close this year with a hearty and true confession 
 of my sins, secret and open, with an expression of my 
 faith in Jesus Christ, the great atoning sacrifice. 
 
 I desire the aids of the Holy Spirit to renovate my 
 soul, to strengthen me for duties and trials, and to make 
 me useful, if it please Him, in some humble part of my 
 Master’s vineyard. 
 
 1829. April 12. Son S. entered this day upon the 
 duties of his appointment as Superintendent of Mason 
 street Sabbath school. May the Lord give him grace to 
 be faithful in this responsible situation, and honor him as 
 an instrument of great good to the children petpciete to 
 his care. 
 
 October 12. Monday. I left Boston for Northampton 
 to be present at the marriage of my son, expected to 
 take place on the evening of the 14th instant. 
 
 14. Wednesday. ‘The marriage of my son. 
 
 A blank page is left, doubtless for particulars of the 
 ceremony and festivities of the evening, in place of — 
 which we insert the following, found on a separate 
 paper, but having reference to the two, whose interests 
 were henceforth to be united. 
 
 
 

 
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 _ Bless each individual of this family, and regard us 
 according to our respective trials, infirmities, necessities 
 and duties. Especially look in great kindness upon Thy 
 young servant, who is soon to leave the paternal roof, to 
 enter upon new and high and solemn responsibilities. 
 Be Thou his shield and guide, his refuge and his joy, 
 and may he by a holy life and conversation diffuse a 
 salutary light through a wide circle, and be the honored 
 instrument in thy hand of alluring many around to walk 
 in wisdom’s ways. May the friend with whom he is to 
 be associated in the tenderest relation of life, be a help 
 provided from on high, and be instrumental of great 
 good to Thy servant, and oh, may they be heirs together 
 of an eternal inheritance beyond the grave. 
 
 - 1830. May 9. Attended with my three daughters 
 
 all day at Sabbath School, and Old South Church. Rev. 
 
 Dr. Wisner preached. ‘The text in the morning was 
 from Haggai, ii. 3: ‘‘ Who is left among you that saw 
 
 _ this house in her first glory?” In the afternoon, from 
 
 Ps. Ixxvii. 11, 12, 13: ‘I will remember the works of 
 the Lord; surely I will remember thy wonders of old. I 
 will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings.” 
 These are the commencement of his Centennial sermons, 
 with reference to the origin of the Old South Church, 
 the building of the present house, &c. One hundred 
 years having been completed, this Sabbath, since the 
 present house was opened for religious worship. He is 
 to resume his narrative next Sabbath, 
 
 16. Lords Day. Rev. Dr. W. continued his history 
 of the Old South Church, and completed in his two dis- 
 courses to-day, the history he commenced last Sabbath. 
 His morning text was in Isa. lix. 19. In the afternoon, 
 
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 from Jer. vi. 16. ‘Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the 
 
 ways and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the — ; 
 
 good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for 
 your souls.” | 
 
 ‘The following pleasant passage occurs in notes of a 
 visit to Northampton. 
 
 June 17. Visited Amherst. Called on Dr. Humphrey, 
 who showed me the view from the cupola of the Chapel, 
 which was one of the most rich and beautiful that the 
 imagination can conceive. The eminence on which the 
 College buildings stand, is in the midst of a rich valley, 
 and the cultivation under the feet, and the clusters of 
 villages in every direction, affords a feast for the eye 
 which can scarcely be surpassed. Hills in New Hamp- 
 shire. fifty miles distant, are visible. 
 
 September 11. Lord’s Day. My lesson at the Sabbath 
 school to-day led me to speak much upon the establish-. 
 
 ment and benefits of the Sabbath. Having looked con-— ey 
 siderably into the subject the week past, I am grieved to — 
 
 think how much, how often, and how greatly, I have: 
 violated this holy day in thought, word, and action ; not 
 only in times before my mind became serious, but since 
 I have known something of divine truth, and felt, as I 
 hope, something of its influence upon my own heart. I: 
 pray God to forgive me, for Christ’s sake, these repeated 
 violations of a plain moral duty, and to give me grace to 
 be more guarded for the time to come, and to strive that 
 every hour and minute of the holy Sabbath, may be spent 
 in the service of God, honoring Him designedly, whether » 
 I eat, or drink, or whatever I do, and doing all in the 
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 1832. March 18. I think I enjoyed communion with 
 my Heavenly Father this morning, as I have rarely done. 
 My heart feels as though I could not ‘lose the relish all 
 my days ;” yet how liable I shall be without the closest 
 watch, to slumber in duty, and forget my crown in the 
 heavens. O what a dreadful, ensnaring world is this! 
 How easy is it to put aside the Saviour, with all His 
 charms and love, and glory, and take to my bosom the 
 veriest trifles in creation as though they were of more 
 value than an omnipotent Saviour. 
 
 ‘‘ Break, Sovereign Grace, these tyrant lusts, 
 And set the captive free.” 
 
 I have been reading of Jacob’s vow, (Gen. xxviii. 20,) 
 at that most interesting period of his life when he was 
 flying from the hand of Esau his brother, and when he 
 had been favored at Bethel with the visions of God, and 
 received from Him fresh assurances of protection and 
 _ favor. And, in the course of my devotions just referred 
 to, I presumed (I trust in entire dependence on God’s 
 strength) to adopt Jacob’s vow as my own; and I here 
 record it, for my examination from time to time, and as 
 a witness against me when I violate it. 
 
 >> If God will be with me, and will keep me in the 
 way that I go, and will give me bread to eat, and raiment 
 to put on, so that I come to my Heavenly Father’s house 
 in peace, then shall the Lord be my God, and His service, 
 honor and worship shall constitute my employment and 
 happiness, the little period I have to pass in the present 
 world. 
 
 1833. April16. The teachers of Mason street Sab- 
 bath School met at my house this evening to hear the 
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 ~ communication of our late Superintendent, resigning the 
 
 charge of the school. After passing a vote in reference 
 to my son’s letter, they voted unanimously to request the 
 Board of Managers of the Sabbath School Union to ap- 
 point me as Superintendent. I declined the appointment, 
 but promised to take charge of the school for several Sab- 
 baths, and to do whatever appeared my duty, and for the 
 best interests of the school. " 
 
 28. Lord’s Day. I opened the school this morning, 
 and in the afternoon notified the school of my accept- 
 ance of the Superintendency, to which 1 have been 
 appointed. . 
 
 During several of the following years, the pages of 
 the Diary are mainly occupied with the simple record 
 of facts in the family history, and frequent accounts of 
 visits to the scholars of his Sabbath School. 
 
 Of the many persons who, during a period of more 
 than forty years, were in service in his family, it is 
 doubtful if any were allowed to leave without receiving 
 some evidence that he remembered that they, as well as 
 he, had souls to be saved. ‘This was done by the gift 
 of a book, a kind word of advice, or the selection of 
 some striking narrative, accompanying the reading of 
 the Scriptures in the family, when they were always 
 expected to be present. Eternity alone will reveal 
 how many young feet have thus been turned from the 
 brink of ruin; and how many have been aroused from 
 their guilty slumbers, and led to seek diligently for 
 ‘‘ the pearl of great price,” until they found it. 
 
 In selecting from the Diary—many passages of the 
 
 
 

 
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 deepest interest are of a character so private and sacred, 
 that we would be very slow in bringing them to the 
 light, at all. It is only here and there, where they 
 seem to mark a new era, as it were, in his Christian 
 life, that it seems at all justifiable to insert passages of 
 this nature. May the happy influence of the spirit 
 which they breathe, prove the wisdom of the excep- 
 tions. 
 
 _ With this view, the following remarks and prayer, 
 are introduced. From this period we notice a more 
 especial devotion of his time and energies to the cause 
 in which he had now enlisted ; a loving devotion which 
 never tired, until having finished the work assigned 
 him, he “entered into his Master’s joy.” 
 
 1837. April12. Through the abounding goodness of 
 God, I am brought to this day. Fifty-nine years have I 
 lived in this world of trial and sin! I am ashamed to 
 take a review of my life. It has been full of folly, 
 thoughtlessness and sin. ‘* My repentance needs to be 
 repented of,” and if I have any grace, it is very weak, 
 and very wavering. 
 
 My Heavenly Father! If Thou art condescending to 
 make me at all useful in the world through the Sabbath 
 School, oh give me the grace to be humble; fit me for 
 the situations in which I may be called to act, and furn- 
 ish me, for the faithful and successful discharge of all 
 duty. I desire henceforth to give myself to the work of 
 the Sabbath School, and would spend my strength and 
 my life in advancing its best interests. 
 
 Divine Spirit! Breathe into me an earnest desire to 
 be eminently useful to the rising generation, and dwell 
 
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 with me, with all Thy Megane , enlightening and re- 
 freshing influences. . 
 
 _ Blessed Redemer! Conform me more and more to 
 Thyself. May I copy Thy meekness, Thy gentleness, 
 Thy tenderness to little children, Thy faithfulness in re- 
 proving sin, Thy deadness to the world, Thy devotion to. 
 the Father’s glory. May I so imitate and walk with 
 Thee on earth, that I may be fitted and prepared to enjoy 
 Thy presence through a vast eternity. 
 
 God of my life, Father, Son, and Spirit, to Thee, the 
 one True God, do I dedicate myself anew, with all I am, 
 for Thy service on earth, and in heaven. I would have 
 from this time no willof my own; let it be swallowed up 
 in Thine, and what pleaseth Tux, shall please me. 
 
 Resolved, That I will endeavor no day shall pass with- 
 ont, in some way or another, doing good to my neighbor, 
 (from love to God,) either in his mind, body, or estate ; 
 following as far as in me lies, the example of my dear 
 Master, who when He was in the flesh upon earth, “‘ went 
 about doing good.” 
 
 1838. December 26. Wednesday. At half past seven 
 o’clock this evening, my daughter, S. H. W., was united 
 _ by marriage with Doct. W. K. B., of Philadelphia. The 
 ceremony was performed by Rev. Mr. B., Rev. Mr. G. 
 offering the concluding prayer. 
 
 1839. June 4. Bade farewell to my dwelling in 
 Beacon street, I trust for a season only, and left for 
 Havre, in France, via New York. Son S. accompanied 
 me with my daughters to the cars, where we were met 
 and exchanged farewells with a number of other friends. 
 
 8. Saturday. Bade farewell to New York, and ac- 
 
 
 

 
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 companied by my daughters M. and A., and Mrs. B. and 
 her husband, went on board the ship Poland, Capt. 
 Anthony. 
 
 9. Lord’s Day. The broad Atlantic! Strong breeze. 
 Foggy. Ship going at the rate of seven or eight knots an 
 hour. Ship very much on her side; we could do nothing 
 to advantage in the way of religious exercises. 
 
 10. Took a letter from what I call my Post Office, 
 this morning. It was from Mr. F. A. B. These letters 
 I am to open from day to day, during the voyage, in con- 
 sequence of a suggestion to the teachers and scholars of 
 Mason street Sabbath School, that I might be daily re- 
 minded of them. A very happy and kind suggestion ! 
 
 23. Lord’s Day. Attended a religious service on 
 deck, many of the passengers with the crew standing and 
 sitting around. ‘The sun was bright, the breeze was 
 pleasant, and all conspired to make it an interesting ser- 
 vice. God grant that it may prove to have been a profit- 
 able one to all on board. Handed some tracts to the 
 second mate to give the crew. My package to-day was 
 from Mr. J. F. B., and contained a sailor’s magazine, 
 which, by his desire, I gave to the man at the wheel. 
 
 27. Took a French pilot about eight, A. M., and the 
 tide exactly favoring, sailed directly into the port of 
 Havre, which cannot be entered by vessels drawing much 
 water, except at high tide. We are thus eighteen days 
 and eighteen hours from New York. 
 
 From this time the Diary notes are comparatively 
 brief, his descriptions of visits to interesting localities 
 being reserved for letters home. Only an occasional 
 extract therefore will be given. 
 
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 July 2. Paris. Left Rouen this morning at seven — 3 
 
 o’clock in a diligence for this city, which we reached at 
 seven, P. M. The distance about sixty miles. 
 . 1840. January 30. Received among other letters, 
 one yesterday, from my niece, Miss C. W., in which she 
 gives me a very tender statement in detail of the sickness \ 
 and death of her father. * 1 *),*a9* 
 _ May 27. Letters received by the ‘“ Great Western’ 
 convey to me the painful intelligence of the death of my 
 esteemed niece, C. W. She died in Walpole, N. H., 
 Friday, 1st instant. This is indeed sad intelligence. 
 Her mother, feeble and just mourning the loss of her 
 husband, she was left apparently to be the staff and stay 
 of her disconsolate parent. In a moment she is cut 
 down, and her mother is written childless! But it is all 
 from above, and a sovereign God, who “ giveth not 
 account of any of His matters,” has done it. Father, 
 Thy will be done. 
 
 November 16. Passy, near Paris. Our letters from 
 home were peculiarly acceptable this dull, rainy day. I 
 shall understand better than ever, and feel the force of 
 the expression, ‘* As cold water. toa thirsty soul, so is 
 good news from a far country.” 
 
 December 28. Paris. Visited the Museum of Acie 
 lery on the south side of the Seine, and examined the 
 very curious and interesting collection of guns and other 
 implements of war, with the suits of armor as worn by 
 many distinguished men of ancient times,—more than 
 a hundred sets; among others, that of Francis 1., of 
 France on horseback... Saw the dagger with which 
 Ravaillac assassinated Henry IV., of France. Also, 
 some pistols, &c., studded with diamonds and other 
 costly stones made in Holland for the sovereign of 
 
 
 

 
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 Morocco some time since, but not allowed to be sent 
 him. 
 
 1841. January1. Through the abounding goodness 
 of God, Iam brought to see the commencement of an- 
 other year. ‘The past has been a year of mercies. Ina 
 strange land, far away from my own fireside, and the 
 objects with which I have for threescore years been daily 
 familiar, yet how many comforts have I enjoyed, and 
 how much effectual protection has been granted me! I 
 here record my grateful acknowledgments to my heaven- 
 ly Benefactor, thanking Him not only for mercy shown 
 to me, but to those about me, and who are so dear to me. 
 By the help of God, I resolye to improve the residue of 
 life, whether it be short or long, in more active service 
 for God. Especially I resolve to bend my energies toward 
 improving the character of the rising generation in every 
 way in my power. eed the lambs, is my motto. 
 
 On the 31st March he bid farewell to the friends 
 whose kindness had lightened the burdens resting upon 
 him during so long an absence from his native land, 
 
 and on the 6th April, 1841, he reached London with 
 his children. 
 
 _ April 24. London. We visited this morning the 
 House of Lords, Westminster Abbey, and the Tower of 
 London. How often have I heard and thought and 
 spoken of that venerable and consecrated pile, Westmin- 
 ster Abbey! and how little did I once imagine I should 
 ever tread its consecrated aisles, and read with my own 
 eyes the inscriptions which cover its sides! But I have 
 done so, and the view has given me a deeper conviction 
 
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 than ever, of the vanity of human greatness, and the 
 insufficiency of all things apart from vital piety to impart 
 a real value to the memory of the dead ! 
 
 If Gay could speak from the unseen world, what he 
 appears by the epitaph to speak from the tomb, he would: 
 not say, “life is a jest.” O, what a price was paid for 
 the human soul by the Son of God, and can that life be 
 a jest which, according as it is passed, stamps the soul 
 for an eternity of bliss or woe? It is the fool only who 
 has said in his heart, ‘‘ There is no God,” and it is 
 moral madness to cast away as worthless what the 
 Redeemer’s blood was shed to save and to bless. 
 
 August 2. Monday. Op shipboard, bound for home. 
 Rose at midnight; full moon, very clear and beautiful 
 night. Noticed with great pleasure the lighthouse on 
 Long Island Head, and the one at the entrance of Boston 
 harbor. We reached Cunard’s wharf, East Boston, at 
 half past two, A. M., in safety and comfort. * * * 
 
 8. Lord’s Day. At half past one o’clock, Mr. M. and 
 Mr. B. came as a Committee from the Mason street 
 Sabbath School, to invite me back to resume my duties 
 in that school, and to unite in the exercises they had pre- 
 pared for my reception. I found the school full to over-. 
 flowing of parents, teachers and scholars, with many 
 other invited friends, who gave me a most cordial wel- 
 come. ‘The prayer, addresses and hymns were all appro- 
 priate, and of a most affectionate and grateful character. 
 My feelings were much touched, and my gratification at 
 such a sincere and spontaneous welcome was more than 
 I can express. The remarks which I was strengthened 
 to make, were dictated by an ardent attachment to the 
 school, but I felt that they were tame in comparison with 
 the warmth of those which were expressed by the school. 
 
 
 

 
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 The whole service was of a complexion I shall never 
 forget, and cannot be too grateful for. Many hands 
 were extended to me after the service was over, and 
 many bright young eyes were glistening to see me once 
 more among them. 
 
 1843. August 9. Son S.’s second daughter, T. M., 
 after a very short sickness, was taken out of life this 
 morning. She was a very lovely child, exceedingly 
 fascinating in her manners, and had won upon the affec- 
 tions of her parents and friends to a high degree. She 
 was about two years and ten months old. 
 
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 1845. March 18. By letters this evening from Wash- 
 ington, it appears that Mr. I. C.B., one of the State 
 Senators in Congress, died at Washington, Sabbath even- 
 ing last. * * * His loss will be most severely felt 
 by his family, and a large circle of friends who were 
 attached to him very cordially. His character was so 
 amiable in every point of view, and the noble and gener- 
 ous feelings of his heart were so constantly in exercise, 
 that he attracted universal esteem and secured the confi- 
 dence of the whole community. 
 
 _ November 4. Sister P. breathed her last about eight 
 o’clock this evening, without a struggle. She has been a 
 most affectionate sister to me, and I shall never forget 
 the numberless evidences of her affection for me and 
 mine. She was- seventy-three years old on the 25th 
 March last. 
 
 8. Attended this afternoon the funeral of my sister. 
 Rev. Mr. Lothrop offered prayer with the mourners. 
 
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 1848. April12. Through the great goodness and oF 
 
 sparing mercy of my Heavenly Father, I have been — e: 
 permitted this day to reach the period of three-score 
 
 years and ten, a period I had no reason to expect from 
 the comparatively feeble frame I appeared to inherit. 
 
 August 3. My nephew, C. W., called upon me this 
 morning to say that his father, my brother Thomas, died 
 last night at twelve o’clock. He was about eighty sais : 
 of age. 
 
 4, Attended this afternoon the funeral of my broken 
 Thomas Walley. 
 
 September 5. I resigned this day, by letter, my office 
 as a ‘Trustee of Phillips Academy, which I have held for 
 thirty-seven years. My son was chosen by the Board 
 this afternoon to supply my place. 
 
 1849. June 17. Daughter M. has been very weak to- 
 day ; her strength is rapidly failing. Upon my speaking to, 
 her in the afternoon of my service at the Sabbath School, 
 she desired me to tell the scholars, from her, ** That they 
 
 must seek Christ now, while in health, if they hoped and a 
 
 wished for His supports and consolations on the bed of 
 sickness and death.” She said, ** Christ is my rock, and 
 my only refuge.” I said to her, ‘“¢ You do not now regret. 
 giving your affections to your Saviour?” ‘QO no,” she 
 replied, ‘* He is all my support.” ‘a 
 22. Dr. R. saw M. this morning. Sheasked himto 
 tell her plainly of her situation. He did so, said ‘ that 
 she might remain two or three days, and might pass 
 away this very day.’ She said, “‘ She was entirely willing. 
 She would not alter any thing, or have one pain less.” 4 
 25. Monday. At half past two o’clock, this morning, 
 
 I was called to witness the last hours of my dear daughter 4 
 
 M. Her breathing became shorter and shorter, and 
 
 
 
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 finally, without the slightest struggle, her emancipated 
 spirit was released, and she was taken to the arms of 
 that Saviour whom she loved and acknowledged while 
 living, and with whom she hoped to dwell forever in the 
 mansions He has promised to His humble followers. 
 
 About half an hour before her death, her kind phy- 
 sician who had been watching by her for some time, 
 said to her, “‘ Jesus is with you now,” when she replied 
 with strong emphasis, and a smile which lighted up 
 her whole face, “Sweet thought! sweet thought!” 
 It almost seemed as if the glory which was so soon to 
 be revealed to her, had begun to dawn upon her vision. 
 
 Yes, to ‘* depart and be with Christ,” 
 Was ‘‘ better far” for thee, 
 
 For us the pain, the aching void, 
 For thee the victory. 
 
 Freed from the fetters that have bound 
 Thy spirit to its clay, 
 
 O loved one! now thy night has passed, 
 The shadows fled away. 
 
 Thy night of patient suffering 
 Known to thy God alone, 
 
 While star by star, with fading ray, 
 Whispered life’s work is done. 
 
 Then, underneath thy sinking frame, 
 Th’ Everlasting Arms were laid, 
 And ’mid the swell of Jordan’s flood, 
 
 Thy soul on Christ was stayed. 
 
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 A voice which oft had whispered peace, © 
 Spoke of His presence near, 
 
 Who conqtiered death and hell, and lives 
 The dying saint to cheer. 
 
 Life’s ebbing tide flowed back once more, 
 And o’er thy features brought 
 
 A smile of heavenly joy, that told 
 ‘* How sweet, how sweet the thought.” 
 
 Sure He was with thee in that hour, 
 His promise ever stands, 
 
 Ne’er to forsake the soul that trusts 
 Its all in Jesus’ hands. 
 
 At early dawn broke in the light 
 Of heaven on thy soul, 
 
 Its pearly gates and mansions fair, 
 The weary pilgrim’s goal. 
 
 Now, safe, at rest, thy sufferings o’er, 
 Sister, we joy with thee! 
 
 With saints in light thy dwelling place 
 Forevermore shall be. 
 
 One evening, but a short time after this bereave- 
 ment, as we stood by the window looking up, as he 
 loved to do, at that ‘Spacious firmament on high,’ — 
 but the thoughts of both going beyond the stars,—he 
 said gently, “My daughter, What are they doing 
 there? What is she doing now?” And soon after, 
 drew from his pocket-book those. beautiful lines on 
 «‘ Heaven,” now so familiar to us, “ What will it be to 
 , be there?’ and read them aloud. I found them after- 
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 it was given him also to know “ what things God hath 
 prepared for them that love Him.” 
 
 On the 25th July, 1850, at the age of seventy-two, 
 “‘ the silver cord was loosed,” and parent and child were 
 again united. ‘The entries in his Diary during this 
 intervening time are brief. He left home on the 25th 
 June, with his daughter, for a journey to Niagara and 
 Canada, meeting at Springfield a valued friend who 
 accompanied them. He enjoyed all the beautiful and 
 glorious things which met his eye, looking through 
 them all to Him who made and upheld all. The 
 words of the poet were often on his lips. 
 
 ««These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good! 
 Almighty, Thine this universal frame 
 Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then!” 
 
 Thus resting upon God, his spirit was kept in per- 
 fect peace. During a storm in the night, on the St. 
 Lawrence, returning from Montreal, when the black- 
 ness of darkness made it necessary to ring the bells 
 and stop the boat continually, and there was much 
 commotion on board, he replied to an expression of 
 anxiety, with his sweet smile of perfect confidence, 
 ss My child, we are in good hands, the best hands.” 
 
 The Sabbath School always attracted him, and when- 
 ever his strength permitted, he gladly availed himself 
 of opportunities to visit these pleasant places. He 
 visited the Sabbath School attached to Rev. Mr. Dag- 
 
 gett’s church in Canandaigua, and that at Rochester, 
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 connected with the Presbyterian church under the care 
 of Rev. Mr. Shaw. 
 
 On Sunday, the 14th, he makes the last entry in 
 his Diary, with the exception of a note of the weather, 
 the next day. ‘Attended this morning with A. at 
 Rey. Mr. Wilkes’s church. He preached a most ex- 
 cellent sermon, from 2 Cor. xii. 10: ¢ For when I am 
 weak, then am I strong.’”” The text and sermon were 
 peculiarly adapted to his feelings, and he greatly en- 
 joyed the service. It was the last time that he was to 
 worship in a ‘temple made with hands,” the lagt time 
 he was to unite in prayer and praise with worshipers 
 in the earthly sanctuary, whither he had during so 
 many years found it good to go up. “ How goodly 
 are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy tabernacles, O Israel.” 
 « JT would rather be a door-keeper in the house of my 
 God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness,”—so 
 had he often exclaimed with the Psalmist. 
 
 On Saturday afternoon, the 20th July, we reached 
 the hotel at Burlington, from Ludlow, much exhausted. 
 A terribly severe July storm had delayed the train, 
 rendering the day a very fatiguing one. It was hoped 
 that with a few days of rest and medical advice, he 
 would rally from the attack under which he had been 
 suffering for some days. But the disease had taken a 
 stronger hold than either he, or those with him, had 
 suspected. As he lay upon his bed on Sabbath even- 
 ing, he said to the writer, “Sing me some hymns ;” 
 and some of those to which he loved to listen at home 
 at that hour were sung. “ There is a fountain filled 
 
 
 

 
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 with blood,” and «Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah.” 
 On reaching the line, «‘ When I tread the verge of 
 Jordan,” a strangely terrible possibility mingled with. 
 the thought, yet neither imagined that he had drawn 
 so near “ the brink of the river.” 
 
 Monday and Tuesday he lay most of the time with 
 his eyes closed, except when aroused to take medicine 
 or nourishment, or by the entrance of the physician, 
 whom he always received with a smile, sometimes 
 with a pleasant remark on the beautiful view of the 
 lake (Champlain) from the window of his room. 
 
 Wednesday morning being asked would he like to 
 hear the newspaper, he replied, “Read to me first 
 your mother’s chapter and the 23d Psalm.” The 14th 
 chapter of John, so long associated with her, was 
 accordingly read to him, now doubly hallowed, and 
 the 23d Psalm, “The Lord is my Shepherd,” &c. 
 How many a dying believer has been strengthened 
 and cheered by these “ great and precious promises.” 
 In this instance they were doubtless’ selected, not 
 merely for his own comfort, but as the means of 
 imparting consolation to those so dear to him to whom 
 he might no longer minister. Precious legacy! which 
 moth and rust cannot corrupt, nor thieves break 
 through and steal! 
 
 In the afternoon, the physicians having expressed 
 the conviction that no remedies could avail, he was 
 informed of it. He received the intimation very 
 quietly, and sent his love to the dear onesat home. In 
 reply to the question, ‘Have you any word for your 
 
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 Sabbath School?’ he answered after a moment’s pause, 
 “TI have said it all.”’ Blessed consciousness, when 
 heart and flesh were failing, that he had left nothing 
 of counsel or earnest admonition to that hour. His 
 life’s work was done, and he had “ nothing to do but 
 to die.” ‘There was a close pressure of the hand, and 
 the words, “You don’t know how much I love you,” 
 and his strength was exhausted. Happily, he retained 
 his consciousness sufficiently to recognize his son, who 
 reached Burlington on Thursday morning. 
 
 At half past five o’clock on Thursday afternoon, 
 July 20th, as we knelt around his bed, and a friend, 
 whom we doubt not he has met in glory, commended. 
 his spirit in prayer to the Saviour, he gently breathed 
 away his life, and passed from earth to join our loved 
 and lost among “ the innumerable multitude who have 
 washed their robes and made them white in the blood 
 of the Lamb.” . 
 
 Loved One! we follow on, with grateful hearts 
 For all thy patient love, thy watchful care, 
 For the sweet memory of thy earnest zeal 
 To serve thy Saviour, and His image bear. 
 
 To plant th’. undying seed of heavenly truth 
 In the fresh spring-time, ere the tares appear, 
 Seeking with earnest prayer the heavenly dew 
 Each goodly plant in glowing strength to rear. 
 
 Father Divine! we own Thy gracious care! 
 
 We trust Thy promise never to forsake ; 
 
 A ‘‘place for us,” Saviour wilt Thou prepare, 
 __ That we ere long, may of its bliss partake. 
 
 
 

 
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 We copy the following notice which appeared in the 
 «‘ Well-Spring,” at the time, as a true testimony from 
 those who had long known and labored with him in 
 the Sabbath School cause. 
 
 **The Massachusetts Sabbath School Society has been 
 deeply afflicted in the recent death of Samury H. Wat.ey, 
 Esq.,a long tried and devoted friend, and an efficient member 
 of its Board of Managers. Mr. Walley was chosen a mem- 
 ber of the Board of Managers, at the second Annual Meeting 
 of the Society in 1834, and has ever since been a member, 
 and also the Chairman of the Financial or Depository Com- 
 mittee. He has manifested an almost paternal interest in 
 the Society, ever constant and punctual at all its meetings, 
 and those of the Board and of his Committee; and ever wise 
 in counsel and ready to any personal service that would be 
 for the good of the institution. . 
 
 <¢Mr. Walley has for many years been a most indefatigable 
 Superintendent of the Mason street Sabbath School in this 
 city. Though upwards of seventy-two years of age, yet he 
 has exhibited an activity, a zeal, a soul-stirring interest in 
 his work, probably surpassed by few superintendents in the 
 country. We think there were few objects on earth, except- 
 ing his family and friends, in which he felt a deeper interest, 
 and to which he devoted more earnest thought and labor, 
 than to the Sabbath School, and the Sabbath School Society, 
 with which he was connected. 
 
 «¢ A few Sabbaths since, during his absence on a journey, 
 from which he was returning, when suddenly summoned 
 
 to his reward,—we visited and addressed his beloved and 
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 now bereaved Sabbath School. We deeply sympathize with 
 
 his afflicted teachers and pupils. Many are the words of © 
 
 encouragement and exhortation that he has addressed to. 
 them; and though now dead, may they remember he yet 
 speaketh to them and to us all.” 
 
 In Green-brier Path, among the quiet shades of 
 
 Mt. Auburn, lie the mortal remains of this beloved 
 parent, by the side of wife and children, and grand- 
 children. A quiet resting place! Yet, to the listening 
 heart, what utterances of love, and patience, and hope 
 fall upon the ear. ‘“ Voices of the night,” they speak 
 still more loudly of the Day—the bright Resurrection 
 morning, when this precious dust shall be quickened, 
 and through Him who is “the Resurrection and the 
 Life” shall put on a glorious immortality. In that 
 home may the broken circle be again complete. 
 
 ‘* No wanderer lost— 
 A family in Heaven.” 
 
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 LETTERS. 
 
 _ To one who found such refreshment from the perusal 
 of letters from friends, whether abroad or at home, 
 letter-writing could never be a burden—it was, on the 
 contrary, an unfailing resource and pleasure. ‘T'o use 
 his pen, seemed as natural to him as to breathe, and 
 this gift, if so it may be called, enabled him to reach 
 many minds who would not have been susceptible to 
 other influences. 
 
 The letters which follow are for the most part, those 
 which he wrote to members of his own family, while 
 abroad. 
 
 _ The first two letters were written at a much earlier 
 date, to his daughter, then on a visit to friends in 
 Andover, and shows the facility with which he could 
 adapt himself to the young, so as to make truth clear 
 
 and also attractive. © 
 
 Boston, Jury 14, 1819. 
 
 My Dear M.,—You seem to be surrounded by kind 
 friends, and it rejoices us to hear that your health of 
 
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 body improves ; above all, that you feel new and strong 
 desires to obtain spiritual health. The ‘‘ new and living 
 way” opened in the gospel, is by Jesus Christ, remem- 
 ber. There is no other way, no other name, no other 
 foundation but this. He loves the youthful prayer, and 
 on your knees you will grow ‘ wise unto salvation.” You 
 cannot too early give yourself to God. The considera- 
 tion that no age is exempt from the arrest of death, is of 
 itself sufficient to prompt to instant effort to secure * the 
 good part,” ‘the one thing needful; ” the imperishable in- 
 heritance, so that whenever death approaches, it may find 
 us ready, willing, triumphant. To the Christian, what a 
 broad promise is given by the Apostle, ‘* Life and death, 
 all things are yours.” 
 
 Aveust, 1819. 
 
 My Dear M.,—We would suggest to you a word of 
 counsel and comfort. ‘‘'The desire of grace, (the heart- 
 felt desire,) 7s grace.” This is a feeling not to be found 
 in the natural heart, nor is it of the evil one’s suggestion. - 
 Whose suggestion then can it be, but His who causes us 
 *¢ to will and to do of His good pleasure ? ” 
 
 You have only to go to your condescending Saviour 
 just as you are, and cast yourself at His feet, to be taught, 
 moulded and governed by Him, and He will undertake 
 your case. You need not fear rejection. Fear only a. 
 careless walk, and an insincere profession. Say to your 
 divine Saviour, as the ardent David said, ‘‘ I am thine ;” 
 and the holy resolution is at once recorded in heaven, to 
 the joy of its glorified inhabitants. 
 
 
 

 
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 Having made this dedication of yourself to the service 
 of God, strive to show the power, the beauty and efficacy 
 of the truths you have received. Be serious and watch- 
 ful in your secret duties, in your study of the Scriptures, 
 and in your conversation upon religious subjects; but at 
 the same time remember to be uniformly cheerful, and 
 continue to be meek, affectionate, obliging and active in 
 your intercourse with the world. Let the ‘‘ sweet smile” 
 of youth habitually play upon your countenance, and con- 
 tribute to render more engaging your conversation and 
 actions. The true Christian is the only person in the 
 world who has a right to be cheerful. 
 
 Assert then this right, when you feel your title good, 
 and show the world that religion and happingss go hand 
 in hand. And always remember to distinguish between 
 levity and cheerfulness.- A Christian should never in- 
 dulge in the former, and always degrades his profession 
 and tarnishes his evidences when he does. . Cheerfulness 
 is also essential to the preservation of health. You have 
 not nerves of brass nor sinews of steel, and therefore 
 everything you can do consistently with duty, you should 
 do to promote it. Even several thousand years ago, it 
 was recorded in your Directory, that a merry, (that is a 
 cheerful heart,) “‘doeth good like a medicine ;” but “a 
 broken spirit drieth the bones.” So far, my M., in the 
 way of counsel. As to comfort, I say to you, be dwell- 
 ing upon your mercies; think how large, how constant, 
 how unmerited they are, and rejoice also that your eyes 
 are so far open, that you can see the hand of Him who 
 bestows them, that you are allowed to call Him your 
 Father in heaven, and that you have large promises of 
 still richer blessings in reserve. 
 
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 _ “The promises I sing | 
 Which sovereign love hath Be, 
 Nor will the Eternal King 
 His words of grace revoke ; 
 They stand secure, 
 And steadfast still, Paks a. 
 Not Zion’s hill | \- 
 Abides so sure. a 
 
 ‘<The mountains melt away 
 When once the Judge appears, 
 And sun and moon decay 
 That measure mortal years ; 
 But still the same, 
 In radiant lines, 
 The promise shines 
 Through all the flame. 
 
 ‘¢ Their harmony shall sound 
 Through my attentive ears, 
 When thunders cleave the ground, 
 And dissipate the spheres ; 
 Midst all the shock 
 Of that dread.scene, 
 I stand serene, 
 Thy Word my Rock.” 
 
 The preceding you may have heard me read, perhaps, 
 from my little black hymn book. You may now feel a 
 new interest in the Promises, and you here see on what 
 solid grounds they rest. 
 
 
 

 
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 Passy, 11th August, 1839. | 
 
 My Dear Daughter,—In this rural and pleasant retreat 
 from the bustle of Paris, I am passing with daughters, a 
 silent Sabbath. The church I intended to have visited, 
 and the one where I shall probably worship through the 
 winter, is repairing, and will not be re-opened till next 
 week. It is an Episcopal church in which a Mr. Lovett 
 officiates. He is represented to be an excellent preacher, 
 and an engaged and devoted Christian. He has a Sab- 
 bath School attached to his church, in which about one 
 hundred children are instructed. By and by I hope to 
 visit it. The distance of the church is considerable, (two 
 and a half miles at least,) and this will sometimes, I fear, 
 make it inconvenient and unpleasant to attend. Under 
 these circumstances we must take our Bibles, and ask 
 God to be a little sanctuary in the midst of us. 
 
 ‘In the multitude of my thoughts within me,” while 
 ‘the comforts of God delight my soul,’ I am frequently 
 straying in imagination across the wide ocean that sepa- 
 rates, and placing myself at the side of those-dear friends, 
 who seem to me dearer than ever. I am now thinking 
 of Roxbury, with all the delightful associations of Mount 
 Pleasant, and thus am I reminded of the affectionate let- 
 ter you addressed me on the 12th June, which I have 
 acknowledged, but not replied to. You need not’ be 
 troubled about the difficulty of deciphering your pages. 
 Even my poor eyes can run over the lines with the facility 
 of a lover over the billet of his dear one; but even sup- 
 posing the worst, how stupid and ungrateful should I be, 
 not to value the sense and information which finally may 
 be discovered! We should not think much of the taste 
 or understanding, of one who should complain bitterly of 
 
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 a little labor in breaking a hard shell, if the meat within 
 was found to be delicious! The application is easy. 
 
 You say you have just been viewing the stars, and sur- 
 veying Jupiter’s moons. We had no opportunity for this 
 on board the Poland. We had no good glass, the motion 
 of the ship was unfavorable, and added to this, she 
 careened so much, a large portion of the voyage, that we 
 could not walk the deck, and had to brace ourselves in the 
 cabin and state rooms to keep our position. Several 
 times, with all the guards interposed, the dishes and plates 
 at dinner, would be thrown from one side to the other! 
 This state of things would make Jupiter and his moons 
 dance too gaily, for astronomical observation. 
 
 But all these hindrances did not prevent us from seeing 
 and admiring those beautiful lights which adorn our 
 heavens, and which present to our gaze the same mild 
 and pleasant aspect, whether on land or ocean, whether in 
 Europe or America. In contemplating these glorious 
 orbs, how naturally does the reflecting mind connect with 
 them the Star of Bethlehem, so sweetly referred to by 
 Kirke White. 
 
 ‘‘Qne star alone of all the train, 
 Can fix the sinner’s wand’ring eye.” 
 
 And may I not say, and you too, 
 
 ‘«That was my light, my guide, my all, 
 It bade my dark foreboding’s cease; 
 And thro’ the storm and danger’s thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace.” 
 
 “You speak of Henshaw rolling on the floor, and collect- 
 ing the dust. Were he in France, he would literally 
 
 
 

 
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 * wax stronger and stronger ” by such exercise ; that is, 
 he would be thoroughly waxed, for our floors are all of 
 wood, (a kind of oak,) waxed and rubbed every week. 
 _ The king’s parlor, (Louis 16th,) I noticed was of the 
 same fashion. Strips of board about four inches wide 
 and twenty inches long. 
 
 ' We rode a little yesterday afternoon, and passed the 
 palaces of St. Cloud and Neuilly. The latter is the 
 favorite residence of the king. The arrangements are 
 in comfortable style, and he feels more at home there, 
 than at any other of his chateaux. We rode along the 
 banks of the Seine for some time. The season being 
 unusually dry, the river was very low, and generally it is 
 quite narrow. At some periods it is even fordable, and 
 I should think would be so soon in this vicinity, if the 
 dry weather continnes. The Seine is only about seventy 
 French leagues in extent, having its source in the forest 
 of Chanceaux, in the Department of the Cote-d’or. In 
 comparison with the Connecticut, itis a mere rill. I am 
 told its height is measured daily and with great accuracy, 
 and when it rises to a certain point, it is allowed to inun- 
 date a portion of Paris called Champs Elysées, which is 
 the lowest spot in the city, and which is covered with a 
 beautiful wood. 
 
 In passing the river yesterday, we saw scores of women 
 at the water’s edge, with their tubs, washing clothes, 
 rinsing them in the stream, beating them, &c. These 
 females were many of them standing a foot deep in the 
 water all the while they were engaged in the process. I 
 hope they are not susceptible of sore throats from their 
 feet being wet. 
 
 We met, the day before yesterday, the king passing 
 into Paris en St. Cloud. 
 
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 Passy, NoveMBER 24, 1839. 
 
 My Dear Daughter,—I am glad my letter to M. was 
 so acceptable. She must not forget her aged grandfather. 
 Probably she is making rapid progress in study. If she 
 has nearly finished Hume’s History of England, possibly 
 it may help to fix certain things of much importance in 7 
 her mind, to commit to memory the following lines, and 
 when I see her, I hope she will Tee ehy them to me, with- 
 out missing a word. 
 
 ‘‘ First William the Norman, then William his son, 
 Henry, Stephen, and Henry, then Richard and John, 
 Next Henry the Third, Edwards one, two and three: 
 After Richard the Second, three Henrys we see ; 
 
 Two Edwards, then Richard, a villain I guess, 
 
 Two Henrys, an Edward, then Mary and Bess; 
 
 Next Jamie the Scot, then Charlie was slain, 
 
 After Cromwell, King Charlie the Second did reign, 
 James the Second, then William and Mary stood forth, — 
 Next Anne, four Georges, and William the Fourth, , 
 Now the young queen Victoria a diadem wears, 
 
 And long may she guide this great nation’s affairs.” 
 
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 Paris, Ocroper 27, 1840. 
 _ Did you ever hear, my dear M a, of a ** Dial of 
 Flowers,” prepared by the celebrated Linnzeus? It was 
 quite a curious thing. Perhaps your good father can 
 describe it better than I can. It was so arranged as to 
 mark the hours by the opening and closing, at regular 
 intervals, of the flowers used in its construction. What 
 a pretty idea! And what an evidence it affords us of 
 the beauty, and order and regularity of nature in all her 
 works! May we not gather a hint from this flowery dial, 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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 and endeavor so to regulate our lives, as that each hour 
 may be filled up with usefulness, and bear witness in our 
 
 favor as it passes into eternity, to be registered in the 
 great Book of God’s remembrance? It has been sweetly 
 said by a lady, writing upon this theme, 
 
 O! is not life, in its real flight 
 Marked thus—ever thus—on earth, 
 
 By the closing of one hope’s delight, 
 And another’s gentle birth ? 
 
 O! let us live, so that flower by flower, 
 Shutting in turn, may leave 
 
 A lingerer still for the sun-set hour, 
 A charm for the shaded eve. 
 
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 { 
 
 Paris, DEcemMBER 20, 1839. 
 
 My Dear Son,—Among the interesting objects abound- 
 ing in this city, is the ‘‘ Hotel de Cluny,” thought to be 
 one of the finest remains of the ancient mansions of 
 Paris of the sixteenth century. It was erected in 1505, 
 by the Abbot of Cluny, on part of the ruins of an old 
 palace. I visited this interesting place with Dr. B. and 
 S. this morning. It is a remarkable building, and its 
 contents are no less so. It has passed through many 
 hands, and has finally become the property of M. de 
 Somerard, a gentlemen of elegant manners, and an enthu- 
 siastic antiquary, and of great taste. He has stored his 
 chateau, seven or eight rooms, with thousands of the 
 most curious relics of past ages, which perfectly defy 
 description. The collection is said not to have a rival 
 
 in France. It is gratuitously thrown open to visitors, 
 
 who apply previously for a ticket, once a fortnight, 
 when Mr. S. explains familiarly whatever they may 
 
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 desire to know. One room was fitted up as a chapel, 
 used by the family in former times, with everything 
 about it, as it was employed in the offices of religion 
 three hundred years ago. The altar, the reading-desk or 
 pulpit, the chorister’s arrangement, the sides of the room 
 entirely of rich carved work, the ceiling arched and 
 curiously formed, need an architectural pen to describe 
 them. Among the books was a two-leaved ivory tablet, 
 of about four inches square, with about twenty-five or 
 thirty compartments, in each of which was wrought 
 ivory work, giving the history of our Saviour from his 
 Annunciation to his Ascension, and so minute, that like 
 the little carved box in the East India Museum at Salem, 
 they must be examined with a microscope to discern 
 correctly the different figures. In another room was to 
 be seen, among a thousand other curious things, four sets 
 of ancient armor, with the different weapons used by the 
 knights of that period. The work on these was very 
 great, and the defense seems to have been very complete. 
 Even the fingers were guarded, and the power to bend 
 given by the pieces falling one into another, like the folds 
 of a lobster. In another apartment, the Banqueting — 
 Hall, was a round table, set just as it might have been, 
 and probably was used three hundred years ago, with 
 the dishes, plates, knives and forks, and spoons, &c., 
 arranged, and the chairs placed. The principal seat for 
 the prince, or whoever occupied it, was twice the size of 
 the others, with a rich, tall back, like a bishop’s chair. 
 His plate, also, twice the size of the others; one child’s 
 plate was set also with a high chair, and small knife and 
 fork. ‘The dishes were of porcelain, of curious fabric. 
 One was studded all over the bottom with imitations of 
 shell-fish, raised a fifth of an inch high, to indicate what 
 
 
 

 
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 ' the dish was designed to contain. Another had in it the 
 form of an eel, covering the bottom of the dish. The 
 ivory handles of some of the knives were the whole 
 figure of a man in miniature. But the time would fail 
 me to tell you of the odd and curious in this truly antique 
 collection. Your cousin, W. P., might perhaps do some | 
 justice to it, but the effort would be great under his 
 masterly hand. 
 
 Paris, May 16, 1840. 
 
 My Dear Son,—The rains we have recently had, have 
 given a spring to vegetation and imparted a richness to 
 the foliage of the Tuilleries, that was much to be desired. 
 The gardens of the palace are more beautiful and appear 
 more inviting than they did last July. I once thought 
 the pictures gave an exaggerated view of their beauty. I 
 do not think so now; they do not come up to the reality. 
 They must be seen and seen often under different aspects, 
 to catch their varied and enchanting expressions. ‘The 
 fountains on the ‘‘ Place de la Concorde ” are magnificent, 
 and on a hot day it is refreshing to walk around them, 
 and listen to the perpetual droppings from the various 
 figures that are pouring out their offerings. 
 
 A florist sent me, the other day, an invitation to visit 
 his display of tulips, in a garden south of the ‘ Hotel 
 des Invalides.” A. and M’lle D. went with me last week. 
 There were one thousand and fifty-five varieties. Some 
 were very handsome, but on the whole, though your 
 neighbor’s display was inferior in point of numbers, it 
 was not certainly in point of beauty. 
 
 They trim their grapes here, in many ‘places, very 
 
 differently from us. They have them not more than two 
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 feet apart, and the stem is sometimes from one-third ed 
 two-thirds of an inch, and even an inch in thickness. 
 Few laterals, except of about one or two inches in length, — 
 from which the fruit branch proceeds, and the height is 
 not more than six or seven feet. I saw a large promise 
 of fruit from these side shoots. I don’t know how our 
 climate would answer, but I think we make some mis-. 
 takes in our training. 
 Having given up the intention of visiting Italy, it was 
 
 very pleasant and interesting for us to view last week, a 
 
 model of St. Peter’s church at Rome, now exhibiting in 
 Paris. It cost the artist, an Italian, fourteen years of 
 labor, and is one of the most perfect productions of the 
 kind that can be imagined. Not an article belonging to 
 the original is omitted, outside or inside, and everything 
 is in the exact proportion of one inch to one hundred, so 
 that all you have to do, is to imagine what you behold 
 
 one hundred times as large, and you have St. Peter’s — 
 before you. And yet, such is the accuracy of the pro- 
 portions, you can hardly believe this to be the case, and 
 are with difficulty convinced of it, until you apply the 
 
 rule to some particular part, and multiply the number of 
 inches. You then find it to be actually as stated, every- 
 thing is given in its true and existing color, every 
 inscription may be read. ‘The expression in the counte- 
 nances of the innumerable statues upon it, is wonderfully 
 preserved. The interior is shown by the sides opening 
 on hinges, so that you may be said to walk inside the 
 church. The capacity of the original, you may remem- 
 ber,. perhaps, better than Ido. We were told it would 
 contain ninety thousand persons. There are probably 
 twenty or more chapels on each of its sides, the services 
 in which do not interfere at all with the great body of the © 
 
 
 

 
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 people, who may be worshiping before the high altar in 
 the middle of the building. Each of these chapels will 
 contain three thousand persons. ‘The window was pointed 
 out to us, from which the pope, on certain days, pro- 
 nounces his benediction upon the thousands below. 
 
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 ANTEUIL, 6th JunzE, 1840. 
 
 My Dear , I send under cover to you a letter to my 
 dear little grand-daughter. Tell her when she can under- 
 stand it, that her grandpa has heard of a female genius 
 in Milan, of the last century, who was familiar with the 
 Latin language at nine years of age. At eleven she 
 spoke Greek with fluency, and at fourteen was acquainted 
 with several oriental languages. At fifteen she was an 
 expert mathematician, and published works on conic sec- 
 tions, &c. She was appointed at thirty-two, Professor 
 of Mathematics and Natural Philosophy, at Bologna, and 
 after becoming a ‘blue nun,” died in1790. Now I shall 
 be very well satisfied if my dear M. is ignorant of much 
 that this girl knew, if she will try to possess herself of 
 that knowledge which is referred to in Paul’s second let- 
 ter to the Corinthians, 18th chapter, 5th verse. If she 
 has all other knowledge, and knows not her own heart, 
 ‘she will be sadly deficient, and in danger of a moral | 
 shipwreck. Perhaps one of these days I shall hear her 
 repeating something like the following : 
 
 
 
 ‘¢ At evening to myself I say, 
 My soul, where hast thou gleaned to-day, © 
 Thy labors how bestowed, 
 What hast thou rightly said or done, 
 What grace attained, what knowledge won, 
 In following after God? ” 
 
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 - Dear M., Listen to one who loves you very much, and 
 though he is three thousand miles off, thinks of you every 
 day, and almost every hour, and be persuaded now while 
 you are so young, to seek the God of your fathers. Jere- 
 miah was good from very early life, and God loved and 
 honored him much; and Obadiah, it is said, ** feared the 
 Lord greatly,” (that is, loved, and served and honored 
 him,) and one reason why he did so, was, he began very 
 early, for it is said in the same chapter, ‘‘he feared the 
 Lord from his youth.” 1 Kings, 18th chapter, 3d and 
 12th verses. I know you pray to God, but remember to 
 let your heart pray. Do not be satisfied till you can 
 hope that God forgives all your sins for Christ’s sake, and 
 regards you as one of the lambs of his flock, and remem- 
 ber to pray for H. also, ask God to make him a good 
 boy, and that as he grows up in favor with men, he may 
 also grow in favor with God. 
 
 ANTEUIL, JUNE 28, 1840. 
 
 Dear Daughter,—It is summer. The earth is teeming 
 with its valuable products. The air is filled with music, 
 and all nature seems to be sending up its hymn of praise 
 to the bountiful Giver of all good. And should man be 
 silent! When, beside all the gifts of nature, he has the 
 richer gifts of mind to be grateful for, and above all, a — 
 hope which reaches beyond all these material scenes, even 
 to dwell with God his Creator, in heaven, and drink of 
 the pure waters of the river of life, flowing from the 
 throne of the Eternal! ‘A hope so much divine, may 
 trials well endure.”’ . Yet so constituted are we that when 
 called to cross the narrow sea, we are very apt, like 
 
 
 

 
 
 
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 timorous mortals, to start and shrink at the dark waves 
 before us. How kind then is it in God to prepare us for 
 the trial, and strengthen us for the passage, by giving 
 
 fresh vigor to our faith as life is closing, and showing us 
 
 as it were in vision our departed Christian friends, now 
 Spirits made perfect, waiting on the other side Jordan, 
 ready to welcome us to its happy shore, and with a be- 
 nignant smile, assuring of safety and bliss! And does 
 not my dear feel something of this faith, and see 
 something of those bright and happy spirits with whom 
 she has so recently parted, and who with palms of victory 
 in their hands, are delightfully employed in celebrating 
 the praises of their redeeming God; perhaps asking the 
 privilege of being made ministering spirits now, and by 
 and by the happy conductors above, of her who traverses 
 a little longer this world of trial and vicissitude. Itis a 
 pleasant thought, and religion does not forbid it. I think 
 I can hear her saying with the Christian bard: 
 
 
 
 ‘<T love to think of heaven, where I shall meet 
 My fellow-travelers, and where no more 
 With grief or sin my mind will be disturbed, 
 Where holy saints and holy angels dwell 
 In constant harmony and mutual love. 
 
 But when my heart anticipates the sight 
 
 Of God Incarnate, wearing on His side 
 
 And hands and feet those marks of love divine 
 Which He on Calvary for me endured, 
 
 All heaven beside is swallowed up in this, 
 And He who is my hope of heaven below, 
 Appears the glory of my heaven above.” 
 
 I visited this week a place called Mont Calvarie. It is 
 about six miles west of Paris, and about six hundred feet 
 
106 
 
 above the level of the Seine. The prospect from the 
 
 summit is very extensive and beautiful. It is said to 
 
 afford the finest view in this part of France. It takes its 
 
 name from a chapel consecrated there in 1633, on which 
 
 occasion three lofty crosses were planted on the summit 
 of the hill. From ‘that time it was respected as a place 
 of religious devotion ; several hermits took up their abode = 
 on its sides, and pilgrimages used to be made to it. At 
 
 the revolution the custom fell into disuse, but at the res- 
 
 toration, pilgrimages again came into vogue for a short 
 
 time. At the revolution of 1830, the hill and its depend- 
 ances were finally taken from the influence of the church 
 
 and devoted to lay purposes. 
 
 On every side as I looked around, the grape-vine met 
 my eye, thousands of acres covered with it, and through- 
 out these immense fields, you see no fence, no hedge of 
 any kind, and like the Northampton meadows, all is open. 
 As I wound my way up the narrow, rough and rocky 
 road that led to the Convent, I could not but think of the 
 many who in ancient time have superstitiously gone over 
 this same ground, and thought they were doing God 
 service by wearying themselves in making these laborious 
 ascents. | . | 
 
 In the paper of to-day I noticed one of the most curious 
 instances of gross superstition that I almost ever heard of. 
 It occurred in Cross-ville. As the altar cloth was about 
 being removed, two pieces of skin, apparently of parch- 
 ment fell to the floor. The beadle (a sort of sexton) im- 
 mediately and in great haste, seized one of them, but the 
 priest possessed himself of the other. He found it writ- 
 ten upon, in a reddish color and in curious characters. 
 Upon investigation it turned out that the beadle of the 
 church had received twenty-five francs, for placing these 
 
 
 

 
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 pieces under the cloth, that they might enjoy the service 
 at the time of Pentecost ! The pieces were the dried skin 
 of a child, and the characters were written with its blood! 
 And what do you think was the object of all this? It was 
 to prevail on Heaven to send down large hail upon the 
 cattle and fields of a neighbor. who was an enemy, and so 
 destroy his property! The beadle and his employer were 
 arrested and imprisoned. 
 
 ANTEUIL, JULY 28, 1840. 
 
 My Dear Son,—Yesterday, to-day and to-morrow, form 
 the Anniversary of the memorable three days in July, 1830. 
 I went into Paris yesterday, and by means of a ticket 
 went into the recesses around the column erected where 
 the Bastile stood, prepared to receive the remains of those 
 _ persons who perished in the streets of Paris at that event- 
 ful time. A canal runs through the Place Bastile, and 
 over this canal stretching from side to side, upon an im- 
 mense arch, rises the column, formed of Bronze, richly 
 wrought, with the names of those who fell at the time 
 of the revolution, inscribed. within compartments. Its 
 height is about one hundred and fifty-six English feet. 
 The religious ceremonies were for yesterday and to-day. 
 To-morrow is to be given up to frolicking, and the vast- 
 ness of the preparations for fire-works, music, dancing, 
 puppet shows, &c., isamazing! In the “‘ Champs Elysées” 
 the arrangements for fire-works are very beautiful, as gas 
 is now introduced through nearly the whole of that noble 
 avenue. 
 
 The lights are placed on both sides and across in fes- 
 toons, and these with the brilliantly lighted tents of the 
 
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 cake sellers, will make the whole scene one of enchant- 
 ment. The seats prepared around the columns, rise 
 amphitheatrically, and will accommodate six thousand 
 persons! These are for royalty, nobility and distin- — 
 guished strangers. Windows have been let for six franes 
 each to view the procession. 
 + [ went yesterday to the church of St. Germain L’Aux- 
 enois, where the funeral service over the remains is now 
 being performed with great pomp. It is a very old 
 church, standing a little to the eastward of the Louvre. 
 Black cloth, with silver stars, covered nearly the whole 
 front of the building. There are some things connected 
 with the history of this church which, with its age, make 
 it an object of interest. Its foundation was very early, 
 as in the year 886 it was exceedingly injured by the 
 Normans. The church was rebuilt about 998, and was 
 then dedicated to the saint whose name it now bears. It 
 was for some time the parish church of the Louvre and 
 the Tuilleries, and received pecuniary and other benefits 
 from this circumstance. | 
 
 During the great revolution in 1789 it escaped injury, 
 but in February, 1831, there was an attempt made to 
 celebrate within its walls the anniversary of the death of 
 the Duke de Berry, and the populace being enraged, the ~ 
 church was nearly demolished. It was at this time that 
 the Archbishop’s palace near the church of Notre Dame 
 was destroyed. The church remained in its dilapidated 
 state until 1838, when it was repaired and opened for 
 worship. ‘It was from the belfry of this church that 
 the fatal signal was given for the commencement of the 
 horrible massacre on the eve of the fete of St. Bartholo= 
 mew, August 23, 1572, when its bells tolled during the 
 whole of that dreadful night.” 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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 The church is a regular cruciform edifice, with an 
 octagonal east end. The earliest portion now existing, is 
 the western door-way, probably erected in the fourteenth 
 century. There are but few painted windows remaining, 
 those few are said to be good. It contains but few pic- 
 tures, and except for the historical associations connected 
 with it, is not a particularly attractive edifice. 
 
 Six, P. M. has just returned from Paris. The 
 ceremonies, he says, were most interesting and impressive. 
 The procession passed in on one side the gate-way, and 
 around the staging erected about the column, and were 
 three hours in passing. Eighty, thousand troops, in 
 the most perfect order, with their glittering bayonets, 
 superbly caparisoned, with impressive music, marched 
 at his feet, until his eyes were weary with looking. 
 
 
 
 Paris, Ocroper 14, 1840. 
 Dear Daughter H,—I am just reminded that this day is 
 the anniversary of your marriage. Is it possible! Have 
 
 eleven years rolled away since I had the happiness of 
 
 placing you in the catalogue of my dear children! Yes, 
 it must be so. O how many and various are the thoughts 
 that rush upon the mind when we think of these eleven 
 years; and how solemn are those which must present 
 themselves when we cast a look forward upon the eleven 
 
 ‘which are to follow. ’Tis wise and kind in God to fold 
 
 down this page, and say to us, ‘Secret things belong 
 unto me. Think of to-day, and leave to-morrow in my 
 hand. Conduct each hour with reference to eternity, but 
 be not anxiously solicitous. All things shall be made to 
 
 work together for your good, if your love to me is sincere 
 k 10 
 
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110 
 
 and supreme and abiding.’ O what a Father has the 
 Christian in his God! He knows our weakness, our 
 trials, our dangers, and mercifully ‘ stays his rough wind 
 in the day of his East wind.” May each of us adopt 
 the prayer of the poet: | 
 
 ‘* Dear Lord, if I am one of Thine, 
 From anxious thoughts I would be free, 
 To trust, and love, and praise is mine, 
 The care of all belongs to Thee.” 
 
 May you both, with your beloved children, enjoy much 
 of this life, be honored yourselves, and made a rich bless- 
 ing to the world, and when we are all permitted the | 
 felicity and glory of dwelling with the God and Saviour 
 we have loved on earth, we shall look back upon the 
 scenes of our present pilgrimage with admiring and ador- 
 ing gratitude, saying, ‘* He hath done all things well.” 
 
 Paris, NOVEMBER 29, 1840. 
 
 The travelers of the desert, my dear Son, tell us, you 
 know, of the oasis they sometimes meet in their sandy 
 marches, and the refreshment such a spot affords is 
 inconceivably grateful. 
 
 Let me tell you now of a green spot we met with, on 
 Thursday, 26th inst: It was your day of public Thanks- 
 giving at home, and we remembered the day at this dis- 
 tance; Mr. A., Mr. T. and his son, with Dr. B. and S., 
 joining us at the table. Our turkey, for size and flavor, 
 was equal to the best in New England, and our plum-- 
 pudding was exactly in conformity to Massachusetts 
 usage, and would have borne a comparson with your 
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 higher!” Mr. A. implored a blessing upon us all, and 
 did not forget distant friends, and Mr. T. expressed our 
 thanks for the pleasant circumstances in which we met 
 and feasted. There was one group that would have 
 -made our oasis still greener, but that was on a “ pleasant 
 mount,” far away, and we could not remove it. We 
 thought it not unlikely that our names were upon the lips 
 of those whose names were more than once pronounced 
 by us. Even tiny Theresa Maria, was not forgotten with 
 her black hair, and sparkling eyes. Perhaps it was best 
 that she was not here, for she might have made canni- 
 bals of us all, and the mother might not have relished 
 such an entertainment! 
 
 I walk out on the Sabbath with A. between the ser- 
 vices that she may keep the air, and it would make you 
 smile, while it grieved your heart, to see how annoyed 
 we are by articles for sale thrust upon us as it were con- 
 tinually in our walks, spectacles, hot buns, hot chestnuts, 
 children’s watches, pencils, shoe-strings, pen-knives, 
 combs, fruit, &c., &c. Woeful, woeful violations of ‘the 
 Sabbath in every form, and by all classes. 
 
 I sometime since mentioned to you, I believe, that I 
 saw no blossoms on the great orange trees in the garden 
 of the Tuilleries. I understand the fact to be that as fast 
 as they flower, the proper officer gathers the blossoms, 
 and they are sold, yielding to the Government eight thou- 
 sand francs yearly, (about sixteen hundred dollars.) If 
 they were suffered to remain and bear fruit, the trees 
 would not be so long lived or durable. Several that I 
 saw in the garden at Versailles, cropped in the same 
 manner, were three hundred years old. 
 
 The arrangement with regard to omnibuses here is 
 very good. Among other good things there is posted up 
 
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 inside beside the prices, the number of places, say four- — 
 teen. When this number are in, the driver stops for 
 nobody. ‘There is no crowding to pack in another, and 
 another; the driver dare not take another in. H. would 
 smile to be in one of these vehicles, and every time she 
 passed from Passy into Paris, be lable to have her 
 reticule examined by a soldier at the gates! They are 
 very civil, but I have seen some feel into or around the 
 bag of every female passenger to ascertain if there was 
 no dutiable article being smuggled in. And so of our 
 cabriolet or remise, we must always stop, and the door 
 is opened by the guard at the gates, and if we have any- 
 thing like a bundle or package, it is liable to be opened 
 and examined. They stop us but a moment, and have, I 
 believe, become familiar with our faces, and finding we 
 
 are a harmless sort of animal, give us a ready passage. — : 
 
 Though in a village where you would think there 
 should be water enough, we, have no wells that give sweet 
 water. Every drop we use comes from the Seine, a mile 
 off. It is brought every morning by carriers, and filtered 
 in a closet attached to our dining-room. 
 
 We have not told you of all our feats and amusements 
 in Passy. Let me tell you of one, riding upon asses! — 
 How you would have smiled to see M., the grave aunt 
 M., with our French assistant, Mlle. D., mounted on 
 the jackasses, riding at full tilt through the Bots de 
 Boulogne, with a boy running behind, for the purpose of 
 snapping his whip, and urging on these asses! Such 
 was the spectacle! But the pursuit of this amusement 
 has not been continued,—for the asses being very small, 
 
 (not much larger than the lamented Tiger,) had so very 
 
 short and hard a trot, that the pain rather overbalanced 
 the pleasure. 
 
 
 

 
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 _ Dr. B. and S. went to Versailles on Wednesday. 
 They saw on a table at the restaurant some fine prepara- 
 tions for a party that had come some distance to see and 
 _ frolic. And among other pretty things on the table was 
 a cherry-tree in a pot in full bearing, and the cherries 
 ripe! Each cherry cost the provider thirty-two sous, 
 ‘(thirty cents !) 
 
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 S Paris, JANUARY 30, 1841. 
 
 My Dear Daughter H—, I made out, as you will learn, 
 to pass over to the Tuilleries, to have a little chat with 
 the King. You would have smiled to have seen me 
 in my borrowed plumes; Dr. B., equally gay, at my 
 side. We met the rest of our company who were to be 
 presented, at Gen. C.’s hotel, and proceeded at about 
 eight o’clock to the palace. 
 
 The exterior of this building, though imposing and 
 venerable, gives no idea of the magnificence within. 
 We passed through a broad and beautiful marble hall, 
 ascended a flight of thirty marble steps, and turning 
 at the head, passed a long gallery, one side of which 
 was wainscoated with mirrors, giving the idea of a 
 double gallery and another procession. On the other 
 side were windows looking into the gardens. We were 
 met at the different stages of our walk, by liveried ser- 
 vants, in bright scarlet, (none can use this livery but the 
 king’s servants,) and by some of these we were ushered 
 into a large apartment, called the ‘* Salle de Maréchaux.” 
 On the walls of this apartment are the portraits of the 
 living Marshals of France. Busts of distinguished Gen- 
 érals are also placed around the room, and the blaze that 
 proceeds from several splendid chandeliers is exceedingly 
 brilliant. From this room we passed into another equally 
 
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 large, called the Salon de la Paix, which was the recep- 
 tion room, and around the sides of which, Lord Gren- 
 ville’s company and General Cass’s, with those of other . 
 foreign ministers, were arranged in regular order. We 
 filled, closely stowed, three sides of the apartment. — 
 Before the presentation, we were allowed to pass into 
 the room adjoining, a most magnificent one, called the 
 Salle du Trone, hung in red and gold, with a throne, 
 canopy, and steps of rich crimson velvet. A superb 
 chair was placed under it, with the cipher of the King 
 (L. P.) wrought into the back. There was something 
 in this room, and in the taste and splendor of the Throne, 
 which was well calculated to inspire respect and awe. 
 Having returned into the reception room, the King with 
 the Queen, and other members of the royal family, | 
 entered, and were successively introduced by the respect- __ 
 ive ministers, to the gentlemen belonging to the several 
 nations which they represented. 
 
 It was about half past nine o’clock when the King had 
 proceeded so far as to meet the writer. I gave hima 
 respectful bow, (not in French style, but of the old-— = 
 fashioned New England kind,) which he very pleasantly 
 returned, and asked me from what part of America I 
 came. When I replied “from Boston,” he was quite 
 animated, and repeated, ‘‘ Boston? ‘Ah, I shall never 
 forget the hospitalities of Boston.” Gen. Cass then told 
 his Majesty that ‘‘ Mr. Walley would be pleased to deliver 
 a message, if it was agreeable, from one of the King’s old 
 friends-in Boston.” The King listened with attention and 
 seemed much gratified; he said ‘‘ he was always loth to 
 inquire about his old friends there, for fear he should learn: 
 that they were not alive.” As he passed on he added, 
 ‘¢Remember me very kindly to Major Russell.” Louis 
 
 
 

 
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 Philippe is not taller than myself, though much broader. 
 He stoops a little, and has something of the pleasant and 
 gracious smile of our respected fellow citizen, H. G. Otis, 
 Esq. He has also a look with his right eye, that partly 
 closes in a roguish way, reminding me of my grand- 
 daughter M., when she puts her hands behind her, and 
 walks after her grand-pa, singing some favorite word of 
 his. He wears a scratch and has no mustachios; a blue 
 coat with stiff collar and gold border—the same on the 
 pantaloons, which are of the same color as those of the 
 common soldiers, (brick dust.) His manner was per- 
 fectly easy and unassuming, and his spirits apparently 
 good. 
 
 The Queen followed, and spoke to me in good English. 
 She was graceful in her manners—her dress was rich and 
 beautiful, but not showy. It was of crimson velvet with 
 three flounces of lace, of very costly kind, (I imagine.) 
 Some sparkling diamonds. She looks feeble. She has 
 not been fairly well since the attack of Darmés on her 
 husband. The Duke of Orleans followed the Queen; his 
 person is slight, his manner graceful, he speaks English 
 correctly, and made one or two ordinary inquiries. There 
 is nothing striking in his countenance, and he is said not 
 to be of sg strong constitution as some of the other chil- 
 dren. He is considered an amiable man—kind, brave, 
 prudent, and disposed to do his duty. 
 
 The King’s sister, Madame Adelaide, came next with 
 her niece, the princess Clementine, on her arm. The 
 aunt spoke English well, was easy, not handsome, but 
 looked like a clever woman. She is about sixty-four, 
 rich and charitable. The lads, young Dukes d’Aumale 
 and Montpensier, followed, but I was looking another 
 way and missed their faces. They are said to be good 
 
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 scholars, and are destined for the army. ‘The Prince 
 de Joinville is thought to be a fine seaman. The Duke 
 de Nemours was absent. His wife passed before the 
 King’s sister. She is quite young, (eighiteen,) pretty and 
 smiling. The Duchesse of Orleans was sick and unable 
 to be present. } 
 
 After passing around the room, and conversing from 
 time to time with the ministers of the different Courts, 
 the King retired with the ladies to their private apart-— 
 ments, and the company, after lingering a little, to look 
 at the rooms, retired also. A little after ten o'clock, P. M., 
 found me safe in my quarters at Rue Monthabor, having 
 had no occasion to draw my sword a single time in de- 
 fense of any public or private rights, and not sorry that 
 the Executive of the United States is encumbered with 
 so little of the forms and etiquette which belong to Euro- 
 pean Courts. Louis Philippe is a plain man, who has 
 seen enough of the ‘rough and tumble” of human life 
 to make him not very strongly attached to all this parade, 
 but the customs of the age require it. 
 
 In thinking over this presentation to the King, I have 
 had some solemn reflections. I have thought of some 
 passages in Matt. xxii. 11, and Luke xii. 36, together 
 with the passage in Matt. xxv. 31, 82, 33. Ifit was so 
 necessary for me to make preparation to be presented to 
 an earthly king, so necessary to be clothed in just the 
 garments which he had prescribed, lest ‘when the King 
 came in to see the guests, he should find me without the — 
 wedding garment,’ the prescribed costume for all who 
 would enjoy his friendship and presence, how needful, 
 thought I, would it be to keep in mind that more impor- 
 tant day, (a day in comparison with which, an earthly — 
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 shall stand before the Great White Throne above, and 
 hear from the lips of that august Being who occupies it, 
 the sentence of eternal condemnation or approval! My 
 heart sinks within me when I carry forward my thoughts 
 to that eventful moment, and could I not look to my dear 
 Saviour, who has promised to present His humble follow- 
 ers ‘‘ faultless before the Throne,’ being clothed in His 
 righteousness, which is the garment God has provided, I 
 should be miserable indeed. But I humbly hope that I 
 have chosen Jesus as my portion, and that all my desires 
 are toward Him and His salvation. If it be so, that day 
 will be a day of joy and triumph. Even the tears of re- 
 pentance will then be wiped away, for there shall be no 
 more sin; the tears of grief will be wiped away, for 
 there shall be no more sorrow ; and the tears of bereave- 
 ment will be wiped away, for there shall be more sepa- 
 ration! Happy day! May you and I, my dear H., 
 live in constant remembrance that we are one day to be 
 presented to the ‘‘ King of kings,” and in reference to 
 that period, let every thought of our hearts, every word 
 of our lips, every action of our lives, every garment we 
 wear, and every habit of life we may form, bear distinctly 
 the mark of ** Holiness to the Lord.” 
 
 Cauais, Aprit 4, 1841. 
 
 My Dear , How little did I think when I used to 
 look at the fire-board in my parlor, representing a steam- 
 boat crossing from Calais to Dover, that I should ever be 
 a passenger in one of these vessels! But I expect this 
 will actually be the case to-morrow. I shall probably 
 think of Dr. Jeffries’ flight across the channel some years 
 ago in a balloon. Steam navigation I prefer to the 
 
 
 
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 mode he adopted, and probably he would himself use this 
 - conveyance now, were he on earth, and desirous of cross- 
 ing. Yesterday, at about six o’clock, we entered this 
 little city of ten thousand inhabitants, once so famous 
 and whose remaining fortifications look strong enough to 
 resist all the enemies that could ever come against it. 
 The picture, which you have often seen, no doubt, of the 
 patriotic citizens, who offered their own necks to Henry 
 the Fourth, to save the other inhabitants from massacre, 
 and whose lives were spared at the entreaty of the Queen 
 on her knees—came fresh to my mind on entering this 
 city, and I have walked around its ramparts, which you 
 may do in half an hour, with much interest. 
 
 VENTNOR, IstE or WicHtT, May 9, 1841. 
 
 Dear , 1 feel obliged to Mr. , for the kind 
 interest he takes in our peregrinations, in the expression 
 of an opinion with regard to visiting Italy. I had once 
 strongly calculated upon standing where Paul did on 
 ** Mars’ Hill,” and treading upon the spot where the friends 
 of this great Apostle met, and so cordially welcomed him 
 at ‘‘Appii Forum, and the Three Taverns.” If I had 
 reached that spot, I should have ‘thanked God,” in an 
 especial manner, and “ taken courage” for the rest of the 
 journey. As it is, however, I hope I have thanked this 
 kind Provider who has watched over us thus far, and 
 crowned our days with so many mercies. I shall not 
 want for themes to magnify his love, though I stop short, 
 far short of Rome and Naples. 
 
 We left the little village of Cowes yesterday, and 
 erossed the island (fifteen miles from north to south,) 
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 three hours. This hotel, with several others, is on the 
 margin of the ocean, no Jand in sight—the nearest is 
 about ninety miles distant, which is Dieppe, in France. 
 These cottages are under what is called the Cliff, so 
 named from the mountainous rocks which rise abruptly 
 behind them, even within a few feet. This Cliff affords 
 a complete shelter from the north and east winds, and 
 renders the situation very desirable and pleasant. It is 
 resorted to even in winter, and many spend the cold 
 months there instead of going to the Continent, it being 
 many degrees warmer than any other part of England. 
 Several things about it, remind us of Nahant, but it has 
 some advantages over Nahant. We can ride or walk 
 from our very door seven, miles over a beautiful road 
 under the Cliff, with a live hedge on each side, presenting 
 at this time a most rich appearance, and beginning to 
 throw out its fragrant flowers. 
 
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 | Ventnor, May 25, 1841. 
 My Dear Daughter, 
 ‘‘The chamber where the good man meets his fate, 
 Is privileged beyond the common walks of virtuous life, 
 Just on the verge of heaven.” 
 
 The privilege of visiting the spot where a child of God 
 was born, and died, and took her flight to heaven, I en- 
 joyed this morning. Often have I wished the gratifica- 
 _ tion, if Providence allowed the opportunity, of seeing the 
 spot where lie the mortal remains of “The Dairyman’s 
 Daughter,” and this morning promising a mild and beau- 
 tiful day, my daughters and self took a light little car, 
 and after riding about eight miles through roads and lanes 
 of surpassing beauty, thick set with hedges of hawthorn 
 
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 in full bloom, throwing out their most delightful ddore”. 
 
 we arrived at the cottage where the Wallbridge family 
 resided. The cottage has undergone some alterations 
 
 since Mr. Richmond described it. The vine was not to 
 be seen, and I suppose the general appearance is a little 
 changed. It is, however, very neatly kept, and though 
 exceedingly humble in its form and furniture, looks com- 
 fortable and pleasant. The chair in which Elizabeth 
 used to sit during her sickness, has been sold within a 
 year or two, and transferred to the President’s house in 
 Washington. I looked into her Bible, one which she 
 used at school and at church. It appeared to have been 
 much read, though carefully kept. Some one had written 
 in it the time of her birth, (Sunday, 29th July, 1770,) 
 when she was baptized, (12th August, 1770, at the 
 church in Arreton,) and when she died, (3d May, 1801.) 
 In the end, on the cover, she had written her own name, 
 Elizabeth Wallbridge, and the word “ give” is added. 
 Whether she intended to say by whom it was given her, 
 or whether she was about to direct to whom the Bible 
 was to be given, after her death, is uncertain. She was 
 probably interrupted at the time, and never fulfilled her 
 intention, whatever it might have been. The hand-writing 
 is poor, as we know her advantages were few. The 
 wife of the man who drove our car, attended school 
 with Elizabeth. She was a giddy girl, he said, “and 
 loved a fine gown,” as it is remarked in the tract, but 
 he added, ‘the alteration in her character was great, 
 and sudden.” ‘The love of dress gave way to the love 
 of God, and she put on at once the garment recom- 
 mended in the text which was blessed to her conversion, 
 ‘Be clothed with humility.” From the cottage we 
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 a road called a lane by Mr. Richmond, as it was doubtless 
 forty years ago, but though a little wider, it has now all 
 the charms it is described as then possessing, for the 
 whole way is lined on both sides with the fragrant haw- 
 thorn in full bloom, and from eight to ten feet in height. 
 
 The church-yard, and every thing about it, gave evi- 
 dence of care and neatness. The good old clerk of the 
 church went with us and pointed us to all the localities of 
 of importance. We read with new interest the lines 
 inscribed upon Elizabeth’s grave-stone, and which I will 
 transcribe. 
 
 ‘« Stranger, if e’er by chance or feeling led, 
 Upon this hallowed turf thy footsteps tread, 
 Turn from the contemplation of the sod, 
 And think on her, whose spirit rests with God. 
 Lowly her lot on earth, but He who bore 
 Tidings of grace and blessings to the poor, 
 Gave her his truth and faithfulness to prove 
 The choicest treasures of his boundless love, 
 Faith that dispelled affliction’s darkest gloom, 
 Hope that could cheer the passage to the tomb, 
 Peace, that not hell’s dark legions could destroy, 
 And Love, that filled the soul with heavenly joy, 
 Death of its sting disarmed; she knew no fear, 
 But tasted heaven, e’en while she lingered here. 
 O happy Saint! may we like thee be blest, 
 Tn life be faithful, and in death find rest.” 
 
 I could not but attend to the admonition of the epitaph, 
 and think of her whose spirit was resting with that 
 Saviour, whom she honored and loved on earth, and who 
 was so precious to her in death. AsI was treading upon 
 
 the turf that covered her remains, I found clustered 
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 around me a number of young girls from ten to twelve ; - 
 
 years of age, who were attracted to the: spot by ole 
 
 to fens a three minutes’ lecture upon the uncertainty off | 
 life, the necessity of religion, and the happiness of heaven. - 
 *¢ Elizabeth,” was my text, the sod beneath me afforded — 
 ample field for illustration, and the bright and beautiful 
 
 sky above gave me an object, to point to my youthful = 
 
 - audience a mansion in the heavens, where ‘ The Dairy- 
 man’s Daughter,” and her beloved biographer are enjoying 
 together the smiles of their Redeemer. [had a few tracts 
 in my pocket, one of which was the interesting paper of 
 Mr. Knill’s, ‘‘ Shall we meet in heaven?” This and some 
 others I handed to my listening auditors, who, with much 
 good feeling and gratitude received a stranger’s remem- 
 ‘brance. I parted from them with the desire that we all 
 might meet in heaven, in God’s own good time, and 
 mingle our praises with those of Elizabeth, and assuring 
 them at the same time that this might certainly be our 
 happy lot, if we followed in her path as far as she followed 
 
 the Saviour. It was an interesting moment, andI could 
 
 not but think of that larger group in Mason street Sab- 
 bath School, to whom I would say the same things, and 
 whose best, whose immortal interests are so dear to me. 
 Had I a voice that could reach across the wide Atlantic, 
 it should speak to these beloved objects of the value of a 
 Saviour’s love. What was it that has made the cottage 
 of the ‘‘Dairyman’s Daughter,” the resort of pious 
 curiosity, and her grave a spot of such thrilling interest ! 
 It was the deep piety of this humble, meek, and heavenly 
 girl. Taught bythe Spirit of God, (for she had but little 
 of other teaching,) she made wonderful advances in the 
 divine life, so that her learned and eminently holy minis- 
 
 
 
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 ter declared that he visited her rather to be taught himself, 
 er than to be her teacher. The arrow of the Almighty, 
 through that piercing counsel, ‘‘ be clothed with humility,” 
 fastened in her bosom, and from being a friend of the 
 world she became the friend of God, and secured the 
 friendship of heaven. How bright is her crown above, 
 and more and more brilliant is it becoming every day, 
 from the stars which will be added to it through the in- 
 strumentality of her recorded life! From a faithful, 
 prayerful study of the Bible, ‘‘she discovered,” in the 
 language of Mr. James, ‘the spring of true delight, and 
 with a joy something like that of the ancient geometrician 
 could exclaim, ‘‘ I have found it, I have found it.” 
 
 Can we, my dear , put too high an estimate upon 
 that religion which can sustain our sinking spirits in the 
 solemn hour which awaits us! , What an object, what a 
 hope, what a joy belong to the dying Christian! With 
 such, ** heaven is not a mere word, a term for some place 
 they know not where, and of some bliss they know not 
 what.” They know its meaning, they feel its power, 
 they enjoy its sweetness. This is the ‘heaven which 
 shines upon the believer’s earthly path, from the page of 
 Scripture, like a glowing firmament above his head, and 
 which follows him with its rays into every place, illumin- 
 ing the darkest, and gilding the dreariest scenes through 
 which he may be called to pass.” With such views, and 
 thinking of such a heaven, do you wonder that I am 
 earnest in inviting my dear young friends in the Sabbath 
 School to attend at once to the things which belong to 
 their everlasting peace? And can you be surprised, 
 that I feel such pure delight, when I’ hear of one and 
 another forsaking the path of folly and sin, and giving 
 themselves unreservedly to the Saviour’s claims? Sev- 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 eral, of whom I have been informed lately, I think of 
 with fervent gratitude to God, and shall rejoice to meet 
 them on earth, and finally in heaven, if I am so happy as 
 to reach that blissful shore, ‘‘ where saints immortal 
 reign.” 
 
 Boston, January 80, 1847. 
 
 My Dear Cousin, Your letter from Constantinople of 
 November last, reached me on the 25th inst., and I assure 
 you was most acceptable. With a little aid of the im- 
 agination, I could place myself in your company, and 
 regret the inconveniences of the boat on the Danube for 
 eighteen days, instead of eight; and then could exelaim 
 with you in rapturous style on approaching Constantino- 
 ple from the delightful scenery of the Bosphorus. You 
 will probably never forget, to the last of life, that early 
 morning when you first beheld the seven towers of the 
 great city, built, like Rome, on seven hills, each crowned 
 with an imperial Mosque, ‘‘ whose spiry summits,” (as a. 
 traveler remarks,) pierce the sky, and its copper colored 
 domes glitter in the sun. You have still before you 
 scenes of deeper, of absorbing interest, in your contem- 
 plated visit to Palestine and Egypt. _ I begin to think of 
 you as treading the soil which the beautiful Joseph tray- 
 eled over, when he collected corn for the nation of Egypt ; 
 and where that distinguished man of God, the meek de- 
 liverer of Israel’s multitudes—and who spake with God 
 ‘‘face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend,”—was 
 born and educated, to be the temporal saviour and law- 
 giver of God’s chésen people. And above all, I am be- 
 ginning to think of you as treading on the sacred dust of 
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 of Gethsemane, and looking at the tomb where “ your 
 Lord lay!” With feelings like yours, and the friends 
 about you, I cannot conceive of visits of more thrilling 
 _ interest. 
 
 Oh how I should like to hear brother B. preach to a 
 little group of Christians on Mount Tabor, from that text 
 which led him to say so many touching things. “ And 
 they feared when they entered into the cloud.” 
 
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MASON STREET SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 Tue Anniversary of the establishment of Mason 
 Street Sabbath School, was always observed by a 
 
 special service on the Sabbath nearest that day. On_ 
 
 these occasions, parents and friends were invited to be 
 
 present, and a crowd of bright and happy faces bore — 
 
 witness to the attractions of the place. 
 
 The exercises consisted of several singings. Read- 
 ing of the Scriptures alternately. . Prayer. Recitations 
 and Dialogues by the scholars. Remarks by some in- 
 vited friend ; and usually of an Address by the Super- 
 intendent. These Addresses were prepared with the 
 special view of cheering his fellow laborers, and of 
 addressing to the scholars words of counsel and encour- 
 agement. ‘I'hey contained much that was of strictly 
 local interest ; many particulars of the closing hours of 
 valued teachers and pupils, suited to make a deep and 
 lasting impression upon the young minds to whom they 
 were addressed. 
 
 In seeking to interest his audience, he borrowed 
 whatever of anecdote or illustration was needed to 
 arrest attention, or impress the truth he taught. 
 
 
 
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 The two Addresses which we have selected, show 
 his deep interest in the cause, and his views of the 
 spirit and manner with which it should be engaged in, 
 so as to warrant a reasonable hope of success. 
 
 ADDRESS DELIVERED AT MASON STREET SABBATH 
 SCHOOL, AUGUST 8, 1841. 
 
 My Friends,—Were I to indulge the feelings which 
 are excited in my bosom by the scene before me, and the 
 remarks which have been made, I should at once sit 
 down in silence and only meditate my thanksgivings and 
 congratulations. But I am too sensible to the duty and 
 value of that action which grows out of right feeling, not 
 to say something on an occasion like this, though it has 
 been amid many cares and interruptions that I have 
 thrown together these few thoughts which your kindness, 
 I know, will excuse; and which you will receive as dic- 
 tated by the feelings of a warm and grateful heart. 
 
 An absence of more than two years from this dear 
 spot, has furnished me with many materials for remarks, 
 and has supplied me with fresh motives, if any could 
 possibly be wanting, for new and vigorous exertions in 
 the Sabbath School cause. But neither time nor strength 
 will now allow me to be as full as I could wish, and it 
 must be reserved for other occasions, when my strength 
 is recruited, and the excitement of my mind subsided, to 
 touch on the variety of topics which may be illustrated 
 and improved by the observations I may have made on 
 foreign usages and events. 
 
 It was a law in Athens that no man should be idle, 
 and it was required of all to give an account to the proper 
 authorities of the manner in which they spent their time. 
 
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 I feel at this moment as if I was asked by the proper 
 authorities, ‘* How have you spent your time for the two 
 last years?”’ And a monitor within asks me whether in 
 that period I have gained or lost in Christian feelings, 
 hopes and aims. I left my beloved country, and these 
 dear and delightful scenes, from a sense of duty, and 
 having-no commercial or scientific designs to engage my 
 attention, I fastened my mind on one object, upon leaving 
 America. Need I tell you, my friends, what that object 
 was? I thought much on leaving these shores, of’ the 
 exclamation of a Jewish king, What ‘ shall I do for my 
 son?” <As I passed along, the question came to me 
 with every breeze that wafted me over the ocean, What 
 shall I do for my Sabbath School ? 
 
 With the course I pursued to interest and improve, and 
 gratify those whom I left in this dear and hallowed spot, 
 you are familiar. I could not ascend an eminence, I 
 could not look upon the mighty ocean, or examine the 
 remains of antiquity, or the monuments of genius and 
 industry, or the lofty column, that in poetic language, 
 almost ‘pricks the bosom of the skies,” without asso- 
 ciating in some way, what I was enjoying, with the Sab- 
 bath School I had left. And the question constantly 
 recurred, how can I use this scene, and that incident, to 
 benefit my dear young friends in Boston? That file of 
 letters received from you, beloved teachers and scholars, 
 convinced me that I was not laboring in vain; and once 
 and again when the letter told me of a heart returned to 
 God, and its best affections given to that Saviour in whom 
 no beauty or comeliness were seen when I left, these eyes 
 would have convinced you that I had not lost my interest 
 in your happiness. 
 
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 regard to Sabbath Schools, since last I met you, the more 
 thoroughly am I convinced of their peculiar value, and of 
 the high honor which God is putting on them in the 
 grand enterprise (in connection with, and subordination 
 to, the church,) of improving the morals, and elevating 
 the condition, spiritual and temporal, of the whole human 
 race. In America our facilities for making them useful 
 are vastly greater than in the old countries of Europe. 
 We know nothing, comparatively, of those wide distinc- 
 tions in society, which in Europe place a large part of the 
 youth who are soon to inherit great wealth and splendid 
 titles, and to exert a wide and powerful influence, far 
 away from the sweet and happy influences of Sabbath 
 School instruction. 
 
 From this cause a very large proportion of the distin- 
 guished youth grow up without those peculiar religious 
 attachments which we find in many instances so impor- 
 tant a barrier among our youth against the inroads of 
 - immorality and crime. 
 
 I have spoken of the value of Sabbath Schools generally. 
 It would be very easy to go into details, and confirm the 
 remark by various illustrations. One fact just occurs to 
 my mind that is striking and most important. By a late 
 report made to ‘the Parliament of Great Britain by the 
 Board of Education, it appears that of three thousand 
 boys who were educated at the Sabbath Schools in 
 Gloucester, only one had been convicted of a public 
 crime! Before a select committee it was stated that 
 “Owing to the general establishment of Sabbath Schools in 
 Wales, in one or two of the Counties the prison doors had 
 been thrown open, and the speaker attributed it to education, 
 because nearly every individual throughout these Counties 
 attended the schools.” Every thing is valuable and inter- 
 
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 esting which has the remotest tendency to advance the 
 progress of true religion, and to promote the glory of God. 
 And who that has looked upon this new moral machinery 
 for the last twenty years, does not see that, like steam in 
 the physical world, Sabbath Schools are to revolutionize 
 the globe! And if they are patronized and fostered as 
 they deserve to be, and the constant fervent prayer of 
 faith continues to ascend for them and from them, they 
 will be greatly instrumental in promoting the religion of 
 the Gospel, that religion of which the great and good 
 Robert Hall says, ‘It is the pillar of society, the safe-guard 
 of nations, the parent of social order, which alone has 
 power to curb the passions, and secure to every one his 
 rights ; to the laborious, the reward of their industry, to 
 the rich the enjoyment of their wealth, to the nobles the 
 preservation of their honors, and to princes the stability 
 of their thrones.” 
 
 And what is it, my friends, that we study here, in the 
 hope of so glorious a result? It is the Bridle, the blessed 
 BIBLE. 
 
 ‘* Most wondrous Book! Bright candle of the Lord! 
 
 Star of Eternity! The only star 
 By which the bark of man could navigate 
 The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss 
 Securely.” EW, Pe ee 
 
 * * * «This blessed book— 
 This lamp from off the everlasting Throne 
 Mercy took down, and in the night of Time 
 Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow, | 
 And evermore beseeching men, with tears, 
 And earnest sighs, to read, believe and live.” 
 
 I have often met with allusions to the Light-house, in 
 reference to the Bible, but I never so much enjoyed the 
 
 
 
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 figure, or felt the full and peculiar force of it, as on my 
 recent entrance into our harbor at midnight. The beau-. 
 tiful light on the South upon Long Island Head, and the 
 -splendid revolving light on the north side, (called the 
 Boston light,) attracted and fixed my attention. And I 
 could scarcely take off my eyes from them as long as 
 they remained in sight. 
 
 I pictured to myself a dark and stormy night in one ar 
 our wintry months, and a ship laboring through the 
 mighty deep, and on a course which would soon bring 
 her upon rocks or shoals, and lead to total ship-wreck, 
 when, just at that moment the light-house came in view. 
 First one, and then the other, pointing with unerring 
 hand, the course of safety. She shifts her sails, and 
 changes her path through the boisterous waves. A pilot 
 soon finds his way on board, and amid winds and storms 
 she pursues her way, and is speedily anchored beyond 
 the reach of danger, and where the tear of love and the 
 voice of friendship welcome the happy mariner to the 
 home he loves. Who has not felt the beauty and force 
 of those familiar lines, 
 
 ‘¢ Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, 
 Who never to himself hath said 
 This is my own, my native land! 
 Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned 
 As home his footsteps he hath turned 
 From wandering on a foreign strand?” 
 
 And amid the boisterous waves of human life, how in 
 like manner, does the Bible, that grand illuminator of the 
 mind, guide us in every difficulty, relieve in every per- 
 plexity, comfort in every sorrow, and sustain under every 
 pressure. It smooths our passage to the grave, and, 
 blessed be God, it does not, like worldly good, leave us 
 
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 there, but its promises console us as we descend into the 
 cold stream which separates from Canaan, and light our 
 way to the bright mansions of the paradise of God. 
 Teachers! Scholars! Can you value too highly such 
 a friend as the Bible? And can you fix too deeply upon 
 your minds its all-important truths! You may remember, 
 my teachers, the message which Dr. Payson sent to the 
 young men under the care of the Education Society. 
 There was something peculiarly solemn in it, for it was 
 
 among the last of his choice words. Say to them, said 
 
 he, What if God should place in your hand a diamond, 
 and tell you to inscribe on it a sentence which should be 
 read at the last day, and shown there as an index of your 
 thoughts and feelings; what care, what caution, would 
 you exercise in the selection! Now this is what God 
 has done. He has placed before you immortal minds, 
 more imperishable than the diamond, on which you are 
 about to inscribe every day and every hour, by your 
 instructions, by your spirit, by your example, something 
 which will remain, and be exhibited for or pee you, 
 at the judgment day. 
 
 And, parents of these youth, need I say to you, how 
 solemn is your charge, and how imperious your duty in 
 regard to the religious education of your children! O let 
 them see by every expression of your countenance, as well 
 as every action of your life, how much you prize and 
 reverence, and love the Holy Bible! 
 
 An amiable and interesting young female was lately 
 called to resign her life, and just before she expired, she 
 exclaimed with intense anxiety, ‘‘ Mother, am I prepared 
 to die?” O what a question to a mother, if conscience 
 should at such a moment, reprove for awful, total neglect! 
 You are aware that I passed more than a year and a half 
 
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 ‘in the city of Paris and its environs. There I saw enough 
 to satisfy me what misery must ensue where the Bible is 
 rejected or neglected. ‘The great mass of those people 
 are living, as Scripture expresses it, without God in the 
 world, insensible to their high original, thoughtless of 
 their eternal destiny. If they are crossed in some favorite 
 scheme, or meet with a little adverse breeze, among the 
 gales of human life, they fly to the poisonous cup, to the 
 fatal pistol, or the engulphing stream. They have no 
 God to go to, no refuge from the tempest, no ‘shadow of 
 a rock in Christ Jesus,’ to shelter them from the scorch- 
 
 _ing sun, no divine Comforter. to help them under their 
 infirmities. 
 
 For years the Parisians have been boring for water at 
 
 -an immense expense, in the little village of Grenelle, near 
 Paris, and after boring to the depth of 1,837 feet, they 
 came to water which immediately rose to the surface, 
 and continues still to flow in undiminished abundance. 
 It is quite warm, even after it has risen to the surface, 
 and it settles a highly interesting problem in practical 
 geology, in relation to the heat of the earth increasing as 
 you descend into it. ‘The Parisians are exceedingly in- 
 terested in this experiment, and enchanted with the grand 
 result. They contemplate great advantages from such a 
 discovery. It is a fountain, full—overflowing—free and 
 warm. Such a fountain is the Gospel, and it has been 
 flowing on now for more than eighteen hundred years, 
 and the Parisians, as well as others, have heard the 
 
 | proclamation, ‘‘ Come ye to the waters, come and buy, 
 without money and without price.” And yet they have 
 turned a deaf ear to the call, and have preferred ‘‘ to hew 
 
 out to themselves broken cisterns” of earthly good, that 
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 can yield them nothing but disappointment. Unhappy 
 people ! . 
 ‘‘The gourds from which you look for fruit, 
 Produce you only pain, 
 A worm unseen attacks the root, 
 And all your hopes are vain.” 
 
 My friends, I have said something of an account that 
 I ought to give of my pilgrimage abroad. In addition to 
 what I have already remarked, let me revert to the pre- 
 cious volume I hold in my hand. This donation from 
 you, my young female scholars, I received on the eve of 
 “my departure, with peculiar and grateful emotions. I 
 immediately laid aside the Bible I had been accustomed 
 to read, and determined to make yours the companion of 
 my voyages and journies. And I can assure you it has 
 ' scarcely been out of my sight since the hour of its recep- 
 tion. Four times have I read through the New Testa- 
 ment, and twice the Old, since last I saw you; and let 
 me give you as the result of my reading, in my own 
 happy experience, that every perusal has strengthened my 
 confidence in its revelations, and increased my gratitude 
 to God for such a treasure. May it still be my guide and 
 solace, and 
 ‘“ever lie —— 
 Close to my heart, and near my eye 
 *Till life’s last hour my soul engage, 
 And be my chosen heritage.” 
 
 Which ever way I turn, I meet some evidence of affec- 
 tion,—some testimony to the value of Sabbath School 
 friendships. This staff which you, my teachers, so kindly 
 
 handed me, has been my companion on the ocean, and | 
 
 my support on the land; and I assure you it has been as 
 
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 good a letter of recommendation as any one of the num- 
 ber I took. On certain occasions, I had only to present 
 my staff, and it was at once a passport to confidence and 
 affection. Like the magic sign of the Freemason, it had 
 only to be disclosed and I was welcomed as a brother. 
 
 When I look on this Bible,—this staff,—these letters, 
 and these cards of good wishes, (cards written to me on 
 the anniversary of my birth,) can you doubt whether 
 these things have made an impression on my mind? 
 Can I do other than consecrate afresh the strength which 
 God may give me to the promotion of your best happiness ? 
 And my dear scholars, need I say to you that the highest 
 token of my love for you, may sometimes be exhibited 
 in telling you of your faults. Count me not then as an 
 enemy, when I do so, but love me more than ever for a 
 faithfulness which will not suffer me to see you going on 
 in error and sin, without raising to you the affectionate 
 voice of warning, and, if need be, of admonition. 
 
 You may remember, perhaps, the account of a painter 
 who had completed a beautiful section on the side of the 
 immense cupola of St. Paul’s church, and was one day 
 retreating back from it to survey, in different lights, his 
 performance. His steps would soon have brought him 
 to the open spot behind, which would have precipitated 
 him to the ground, several hundred feet, and probably 
 caused immediate death. A person saw his danger, and 
 had the presence of mind, and the good sense, to dash 
 some paint upon the part on which the artist was so in- 
 tently gazing. Enraged at the act, he darted forward to 
 prevent a repetition of the injury, and soon discovered 
 the danger which he had escaped through the apparent 
 violence of his friend, and his reproaches were at once 
 exchanged for grateful acknowledgments. I need not 
 
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 make the application. You will easily see in the end, 
 that to be kindness in your teachers, which wore a differ- 
 ent aspect at first. . 
 
 My friends, before I close, allow me to advert once 
 more to our distinguished privileges and blessings. as a 
 people, and in an especial manner to the smiles of heaven 
 upon this school. I feel more than ever the suitableness 
 and force of that appeal of the Apostle, ‘ by the mercies 
 of God, to present myself to Him soul and body, a living 
 sacrifice, and surely it is a reasonable service.’ What is 
 it but mercy that has carried out and protected abroad 
 me and my companions, and has commanded the winds 
 and waves in our behalf, and raised up friends in every 
 place to give us a kind welcome? And when I look 
 around me, and see once more so many friends on this 
 side the Atlantic, friends of my youth, and friends of 
 later date, tried and faithful friends, what is it but mercy 
 that has thus dealt with me! And let me speak of one more 
 mercy, precious indeed, which probably more than twenty 
 in this school will feel as their own peculiar mercy through 
 a happy eternity! I refer to those who, since I left, 
 have turned their feet into the narrow way of life. My 
 dear young brothers and sisters, who may be present, 
 receive my heartiest congratulations upon this wise and 
 happy step. You have entered on a course in which you 
 may constantly enjoy your Saviour’s smiles, in which 
 angels will be your companions, on which the eye of a 
 benignant God rests with peculiar delight. Be faithful 
 unto death, and eternal truth has promised, you shall 
 have ‘a crown of life.” 
 
 My friends, I had many things to say, but the time 
 fails me, and to proceed I should only weary your pa- . 
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 you, returned through your prayers, to this scene of 
 delightful labor. It has been a source of great happiness 
 to me while abroad, to know that my dear scholars were — 
 led in and out of pasture by so indefatigable and faithful 
 a shepherd as the acting superintendent, aided by so 
 many devoted and affectionate teachers. How much do 
 I owe to these valued friends for their many prayers and 
 affectionate good wishes. May He who inspired you 
 with these kind feelings, enrich you with every grace, 
 and surround you with every blessing, and when we have 
 done the work assigned us on earth, in the humble sphere 
 we now occupy, may we all be transferred to a world 
 where imperfection can never be found, where sin can 
 * never enter; and where, through the infinite merits of our 
 Redeemer, we shall constantly be gaining new heights -f 
 - unmingled felicity. 
 
 When all Thy mercies, O my God, 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 
 Transported with the view I’m lost 
 In wonder, love and praise. 
 
 O how shall words with equal warmth 
 The gratitude declare, 
 
 That glows within my ravished heart! 
 But Thou can’st read it there. 
 
 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss 
 Hath made my cup run o’er, 
 
 And in these kind and faithful friends, 
 Hath doubled all my store. 
 
 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts 
 My daily thanks employ, 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
 That tastes these gifts with joy. 
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 Through every period of my life, 
 Thy goodness I’ll proclaim, 
 
 And after death in distant worlds, 
 Resume the glorious theme. 
 
 When nature fails, and day and night 
 Divide Thy works no more, 
 
 My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
 Thy mercy shall adore. 
 
 Through all eternity to Thee 
 A joyful song Ill raise, 
 But O! Lternity’s too short 
 To utter all Thy-praise. 
 
 ADDRESS ON THE THIRTY-THIRD ANNIVERSARY OF 
 THE ESTABLISHMENT OF MASON STREET SABBATH 
 SCHOOL, MAY 12, 1850. 
 
 Parents, Teachers, Scholars,—Friends of this Sabbath 
 School: —I meet you this day with feelings of a peculiar 
 
 character. The paper in your hands, informs you 
 that thirty-three years have rolled away, since, through 
 
 prayer, effort and perseverance, this school was estab- 
 
 lished. ‘Twenty of these years I have been connected 
 with it, and seventeen of these I have had the happiness 
 of superintending its concerns. How much longer I may 
 be with you, is of course, known only to Him, who directs 
 every movement of our lives, and orders every event in 
 perfect wisdom, and unbounded love. 
 
 My attachment to the Sabbath School cause, and the 
 deep interest I cherish in the prosperity and improvement 
 of this school, are not only unabated, but they increase 
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 laboring among you. I think I feel something of the 
 responsibility of my situation, and were it not for the 
 hope that I may confidently repose upon a mind that 
 never errs, and upon an arm that never tires, I should 
 long since have fallen under my burthen, and some 
 other voice would now speak to you of God and heaven. 
 
 Since this school was organized, upwards of four 
 thousand children and youth have enjoyed its instruc- 
 tions. I dare not trust myself to speak of many who 
 have said and written to me words which I can never 
 forget, and which are treasured up in the safest and 
 sweetest apartments of memory’s cabinet. If we were 
 allowed the distinguished and hallowed privilege of rais- 
 ing for a moment some small corner of that curtain which 
 now conceals from our vision the innumerable cloud of 
 spiritual witnesses that are hovering around us, I doubt 
 not you would behold, and with a joy that language 
 cannot paint, many youthful seraphs, and many devoted 
 teachers, who, through the ages of a whole eternity, will 
 remember with thanksgivings their connection in time, 
 - with this blessed Institution. 
 
 It was probably a glimpse of the brightness with which 
 holy beings were encircled in heaven, that led the excel- 
 lent Mr. Macksworth, on retiring to his chamber after the 
 death of a beloved son, and holding communion with God, 
 to say to a friend that he seemed_willing to part with a 
 son every day, if he might be permitted to enjoy such 
 intercourse with heaven as he had just experienced; so 
 overpowered was he with the nearness of God and the 
 sweetness and efficacy of prayer. 
 
 It is religion, and religion alone, that makes man 
 happy, and my young friends, it is to make you happy for 
 both worlds, that the Sabbath School is provided. Satis- 
 
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 fied as we are that youth is the important and promising 
 season for treasuring up divine truth, and receiving im- 
 pressions on the mind to last forever, we feel earnestly 
 solicitous to impart to you, as we are able, those counsels 
 of heavenly wisdom which we hope are ardently cherished 
 by ourselves, and which our kind Father in heaven has 
 committed to us in the volume of inspiration. In this 
 endeavor, it is our happiness to know, that we are follow- 
 ing the example of our divine Saviour, and are striving 
 to fix in the young mind those cheering and infinitely 
 important truths which He has communicated to the 
 world. And when we look at this dear and Almighty 
 Friend while he tabernacled in the flesh, taking even 
 little children in his arms and blessing them, how are we 
 encouraged to labor with the youngest of Christ’s lambs, 
 that they may be brought early into His fold. 
 
 The feeling which we should cherish with regard to 
 very young children was beautifully illustrated some- 
 time since at a meeting in Dr. Rafiles’s vestry in Liver- 
 pool, of friends to the Sabbath School. After several 
 prayers and some remarks had been offered, a clergyman 
 from North Wales, distinguished for his pointed and 
 impressive manner of conveying truth to the young, 
 rose, and among other touching remarks, in which the 
 Welch are proverbially happy, said, Have you ever seen 
 an affectionate mother in the act of parting for a season, 
 with her children? She kisses each in succession, and 
 gives to each some kind, wise, earnest word of counsel or 
 caution. ‘There is one member however, of the loved 
 circle, to whom she does not speak directly, but of whom 
 she is thinking more, and for whom she is feeling more 
 tenderly than for all the rest. She takes the dear infant 
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 puts it into her arms, and says, ‘‘ Now, Mary, whatever 
 you do, take care of Baby.” With quivering lip and 
 tearful eye, she crosses the threshold—but turns again, 
 and impresses another warm kiss on her darling’s cheek. 
 She moves slowly from her habitation, but instantly she 
 stops, hesitates a moment, runs back with hurried step, 
 and cries with almost inarticulate emotion, ‘‘ Now, Mary, 
 do be sure to take care of Baby.” ‘Thus,” he went on 
 to say—‘‘ Jesus felt, and thus he spoke when he was 
 leaving the world and about to rise to heaven. His heart 
 turned to the younger branches of that family, whom 
 he had come to ransom with his blood, the babes of his 
 household, the lambs of his flock. His affection to them 
 for the time seemed to absorb all other feeling, and make 
 Him even forgetful of the ‘honor and glory that awaited 
 Him. He heard the wheels of His triumphant chariot 
 rolling over the pavement of the heavenly Zion, issuing 
 from its gates, and coming nearer and nearer to the spot 
 where, with his beloved disciples, He awaited its approach. 
 He saw the unnumbered multitudes of angels advancing 
 to escort Him to His Throne, but still the lambs lay near- 
 est to his heart, and at the very instant of anticipated 
 mediatorial triumph, He says to Peter, ‘ Lovest thou me ?’ 
 and when Peter answered, ‘ Yea, Lord, thou knowest that 
 T love thee,’—then said He, ‘ Feed my lambs.’ ” 
 
 There were few eyes in the great assembly that were 
 not moistened with a tear when the good Welch minister, 
 in his peculiar and emphatic manner, pronounced these 
 words. . 
 
 And my young friends, it is because we wish to imitate 
 this dying command of our Saviour that we invite you to 
 the Sabbath School. We look on the whirlpool of life, 
 (as the natural whirlpool near the coast of Norway is 
 
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 represented on our paper,) and see that you are sur- 
 rounded with many and fearful and fascinating influences. 
 We know that your strength is comparative weakness, 
 and that without the aids and restraints of religion, you 
 will, in all human probability, be drawn into the vortex, 
 and hurried down to ruin. In this moment of our appre- 
 hension, we point you to the Gospel, as you are taught in 
 
 the Sabbath School, that you may be early on your guard ~ 
 
 against dangers so alluring, and yet so terrific, and urge 
 you to change your course, and fly the danger. Had the 
 ship you notice on our paper regarded the buoy which 
 you will observe on the left of the cut, and which is 
 
 outside the influence of the whirlpool, she would have 
 
 escaped the peril she is in, and which threatens her with 
 immediate, and irremediable destruction. And so if you 
 
 will listen to the counsels of the Sabbath School, the — 
 
 faithful buoy which your friends have placed near you as 
 a floating beacon to warn you of danger, you will escape 
 the awful shipwreck which awaits those, who, careless of 
 warnings, and deaf to remonstrances, plunge on upon the 
 seductive wave of thoughtlessness and pleasure, and when 
 too late, cry for that relief which then it is not in the 
 _ power of man to afford. They shrink as did the unhappy 
 and guilty female, when in the hour of death, she cried out 
 
 to a weeping parent, “I am going, I am going—but not 
 
 to God.” 
 
 My friends, the grand object as you well know, of the 
 Sabbath School is, to endeavor in our instruction to give 
 such a prominence to the Bible in the minds of youth 
 that they shall be led early to venerate and study it as 
 the infallible Word of God. To fix in their minds the 
 great truths, that God is every where present, that he 
 notices every thought which we cherish, every action 
 
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 which we perform, every motive which sways our conduct, 
 and that he will bring us in the Great Day to judgment, 
 and will then reward or punish every one ‘according to 
 the deeds done in the body.’ We would teach them, 
 from this blessed volume, the character of the divine 
 Saviour, and the needful influences of the Holy Spirit, the 
 guide and Comforter, who is promised to lead us into all 
 necessary truth. We would teach them what they are 
 by nature, and what is meant by an entire change of 
 heart. We would impress them with the lovely character 
 of their heavenly Father, and His condescension and 
 wonderful grace in giving them such a book as the Bible, 
 that book which, as one observes, ‘“‘ was given as it is, 
 because God knew the mind of man, and knew that he 
 had more curiosity than piety, more taste than sanctity, 
 and that more persons are anxious to hear something 
 new, or read some beauteous thing, than to read or hear 
 about God and the great salvation. He therefore filled 
 it with marvellous and amazing incident, with engaging 
 history, with sunny pictures from the old world scenery, 
 and affecting anecdotes from the Patriarchal times. He 
 replenished it with stately argument and thrilling verse, 
 and sprinkled it over with sententious wisdom, and pro- 
 verbial pungency. He made it a book of lofty thoughts 
 and noble images, a book of heavenly doctrine, but yet of 
 earthly adaptation. In preparing a guide to immortality, 
 Infinite Wisdom gave not a dictionary, or a grammar, 
 but a Bible—a book which in trying to catch the heart of 
 man, should captivate his taste, and which, in transform- 
 ing his affections, should also expand his intellect. The 
 pearl is of great price; but even the casket is of ex- 
 quisite beauty. The apples are gold; but even the 
 basket is silver.” 
 
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 My young friends, do we not offer you a rich treat, 
 when we invite you to partake with us of such fare ? 
 
 ‘¢ Never did angels taste above 
 Such wondrous grace, such dying love.” . 
 
 Read the story of Joseph, and see if no tear is falling, 
 while you read how he makes himself known to his 
 
 brethren, and presses the beloved Benjamin to his bosom. 
 
 Read the twenty-eighth chapter of Job, and see if you 
 are not struck with its sublimity, and the inimitable 
 manner in which it discovers to you where ‘ wisdom is to 
 be found, and where is the place of understanding.’ Read 
 the twenty-third Psalm, ‘‘ The Lord is my Shepherd,” 
 and see if your desponding thoughts are not vanquished. 
 Study the fortieth chapter of the lofty Isaiah, and take 
 hold of the promise ‘‘ they that wait upon the Lord shall 
 renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings,as 
 eagles; they shall run and not be weary, and they shall 
 walk and not faint.” 
 
 Look into the New Testament and trace the Saviour 
 from his cradle to the cross, and from the cross to his 
 throne, and what do you witness, but scenes upon which 
 the angels bend from their bright seats in heaven to look. 
 
 Oh the deep mysteries of the Cross ! 
 
 ‘¢Our God in human flesh arrayed, 
 Puts all things else in deepest shade.” 
 
 Study then this blessed volume, read it with prayer, 
 with expectation and an eager eye. In your retirement 
 read it, and with friends who love it, come together and 
 search it, sift it, talk about it, talk with it. And as you 
 thus grow ‘ mighty in the Scriptures,” we promise you 
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 _ Ihave said, my young friends, use prayer in the study 
 of the Bible. Remember this, that without asking aid 
 from above, you will never rightly understand it. And 
 always remember that you may at any moment, in any 
 place, on all occasions, raise your petitions to the Throne 
 of Grace. 
 
 We are told that Pius [X., who was elected Pope, 
 June, 1846, caused a letter-box to be put up on the out- 
 side of his palace, in which the people were invited to 
 deposit letters to him. Whoever had any complaint to 
 make, or any petition to offer, could drop a written state- 
 ment into the box, feeling assured that it would come 
 under his sovereign’s eye. Pius proposed to keep his own 
 key and go himself for the letters. 
 
 Jesus Christ has a letter-box. There is one, it has 
 been said, in every sanctuary, in every dwelling, in every 
 closet. It has been put up for the people, for all classes, 
 the rich and the poor, the ignorant and the learned, the 
 vicious and the moral, the young and the old. Whatever 
 are your wants, your dangers, your griefs—go to the 
 Letter-box. Your ever watchful Saviour will attend to 
 your petitions, and the prayer of faith will be assuredly 
 and graciously answered. And the next time that any 
 of you go to this letter-box, do not forget to ask that the 
 Sabbath School year on which we are entering to-day, 
 may be signalized by a powerful and glorious revival in 
 our midst, of pure religion. 
 
 In looking over a volume recently published by the 
 American Tract Society entitled ‘ Home Evangelization,’ 
 I was forcibly struck with the statement in regard to the 
 extent of our country, increased within four years by an 
 empire more than one-half as large in itself as all the 
 
 United States before the acquisition! ‘* The Mississippi, 
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 so lately considered the frontier of our country, is now, 
 only the centre. With the addition just referred to, the 
 United States are now estimated to be nearly as are as 
 the whole of Europe! ” 
 
 My friends, can we in view of all these things, doubt 
 what is the duty of those who understand any thing of 
 the moral bearing of these new and stupendous events in 
 our nation’s history? Are we not constrained to feel a 
 
 deeper interest than ever in the rising generation? Suffer. 
 
 them to rise up to manhood uninstructed in the great 
 truths of religion, and without any gospel armor to pro- 
 tect them from the thousand dangers which are soon to 
 assail them in every form—and what may we not expect 
 from such an irreligious, unprincipled population, increas- 
 ing by its natural growth, and by an unexampled flow of 
 emigration, bidding fair to reach, before this century ex- 
 pires, the enormous aggregate of more than a hundred 
 million of inhabitants ! 
 
 A lady, Mr. Abbott remarks, who very recently died 
 in this neighborhood, but a few hours before her departure, 
 said to her pastor, ‘‘It is a pleasant thing—yes, it is a 
 pleasant thing to die. When you speak of me to my 
 children, and refer to my death, have a cheerful counte- 
 nance, and do not let their associations with death have a 
 gloomy character; let them be bright and pleasant, for 
 indeed it is a pleasant thing to die.” Now what could 
 sustain this young mother to such a degree under such 
 circumstances? It was that she had early treasured up 
 the promises of Scripture, had made the Bible ‘‘ the man 
 of her counsel,” and chosen the Saviour for her portion. 
 And if you come forward early into the fold of Christ, 
 having loved the place where the Bible is taught, you 
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 knowledge, and a capacity for more vigorous action than 
 your fathers can manifest. Thus you will be able to 
 cope to vastly greater advantage with the enemies you. 
 may encounter, and hurl back with ten-fold force the 
 poisoned shafts which may be aimed at your shield. <As 
 the merchant who is able to bring into a concern a large 
 amount of capital, can prosecute the business with more 
 ease, adopt plans on a broader scale, and thus secure 
 safety and success almost with a moral certainty,—so, 
 filled with heavenly wisdom which you have sought 
 from above, you will come forward in life well equipped 
 for its conflicts, and proof against all the devices of 
 your most subtle and powerful enemy. On this subject 
 it was observed by Dr. Nettleton, that when a sinner is 
 converted, he not only lays down his arms, but repairs to 
 the camp of Immanuel, to fight for Him, and with His 
 weapons. ‘ Thus,” he observed, ‘it was said of the cel- 
 ebrated Jerome, Origen and Tertullian, that they came 
 into Canaan laden with Egyptian gold; that is, they came 
 into the church full of excellent learning and abilities, 
 with which they eminently served God.” 
 
 In concluding these remarks, let me recommend to you, 
 my young friends, that you early form a definite plan of 
 life—that is, determine what shall be the grand object of 
 living—or, in the language of our admirable catechism, 
 what you shall do that you may “ glorify God and enjoy 
 Him forever.” ‘Thousands of men,” says Chalmers, 
 ‘‘ breathe, move and live; pass off the stage of life, and 
 are heard of no more. Why? Because they did not a 
 particle of good in the world; and none were blessed by 
 ‘ them, none could point to them as the instruments of their 
 spiritual safety; not a line they wrote, not a word they 
 spoke for their Saviour could be recalled, and so they 
 
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 perished, their light went out in darkness, and they were 
 not remembered more than the insects of yesterday. 
 Will you thus live, and die, O immortal youth!” he asks. 
 ‘* Live for something. Do good and leave behind you a 
 monument of virtue that the storms of time can never 
 destroy. Write your name by kindness, love and mercy 
 on the hearts of the thousands with whom you come in 
 contact every year, and you will never be forgotten. No, 
 your name, your deeds will be as legible on the hearts 
 you leave behind, as the stars on the brow of evening. 
 Good deeds will shine as brightly on the earth as the stars 
 in heaven.” 
 
 These remarks are beautifutly and powerfully illustra- 
 ted in the recent decease of a colored woman in the town 
 of Brunswick, Maine. She had been for a number of 
 years in the service of a highly respectable family, and 
 while with them and after she resided by herself, her 
 kindness of disposition, readiness to every good work, 
 judicious counsel, and intelligent and,devoted piety, so 
 won upon the respect and confidence of the church, and a 
 very large circle of friends, who in various ways became 
 acquainted with her, that her decease, though at a very 
 advanced age, was considered a public loss. On the day 
 of her funeral many of the shops in the place were closed, 
 business was generally suspended, and the Rev. Dr. 
 Allen, formerly President of Bowdoin College, made a 
 journey of two hundred and fifty miles, from Northampton, 
 where he now resides, that he might attend her funeral, 
 and thus pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of 
 this humble but devoted and useful servant of our common 
 Master ; and tears were shed which are rarely seen when 
 the rich and the great who have lived only for themselves 
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 dence that goodness is preferable to greatness, and that 
 God will assuredly honor those “‘ who honor Him.” 
 
 And let me say to all present, that we need not go far 
 to find objects upon which we may safely, profitably and 
 most acceptably, bestow our prayers, our charities and 
 our labors. They meet us at every turn in life, and that 
 must be a sad day indeed in which the Christian heart 
 has not beat with one compassionate feeling toward a 
 suffering brother of the human family. An excellent but 
 somewhat eccentric clergyman, one Sabbath, not long 
 since, at the conclusion of the services, gave notice to his 
 congregation, that in the course of the week he expected 
 to go on a mission to the heathen. The members of his | 
 church were struck with alarm and sorrow at this unex- 
 pected announcement of their beloved Pastor, and one of 
 the Deacons in great agitation exclaimed, ‘‘ What shall 
 we do?” ‘Qh brother,” said the clergyman, with great 
 calmness, ‘* J don’t expect to go out of town!” 
 
 And so, my friends, we need not go out of our city to 
 do great and permanent good. The arrangements now 
 making by the City Missionary Society will open to you 
 most important fields of useful labor at your very doors. 
 You will find, if you engage in this enterprise, continual 
 opportunities for drying the widows’ tear, cheering the 
 -desponding soul, comforting the orphan, guiding the per- 
 plexed, recovering the prodigal, and so comforting the 
 hearts of multitudes, that each of you can say, as Job 
 did, **‘ When the ear heard me, then it blessed me, and 
 when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me, because I 
 delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him 
 that had none to help him.’ The blessing of him that was 
 ready to perish came upon me, and I caused the widow’s 
 heart to sing for joy. Iwas eyes to the blind, and feet 
 
150 
 
 was I to the lame. I was a father to the poor, and the 
 cause which I knew not, I searched out.” 
 
 And among the prominent calls upon your écreinena 
 efforts, will be, attention to the moral and religious edu- 
 cation of the young, and more particularly the case of 
 those who, from various causes, are exposed to peculiar 
 perils, emphatically those ‘‘ for whom no man cares.” 
 
 The Sabbath School was originally designed for this 
 class, though from the happy influence it has exerted, it 
 is regarded now as next to the church, and a mighty 
 auxiliary to that blessed institution, as well as one of the 
 most powerful engines that can be brought to bear upon 
 the subtle and deadly attacks of the great enemy of souls. 
 
 At the concusion of a tea-party of Sabbath School 
 Teachers at Zion Chapel, in London, the following senti- 
 ment was proposed. - 
 
 ‘¢The Queen and Prince of Wales—May she prove a 
 pious mother, and fe an obedient son.” The speaker 
 paused, and then added—“ and may his father send him 
 to a Sabbath School.” 
 
 Friends of religion, order, peace, and purity of morals, 
 the Teachers in all our Sabbath Schools ask you to lend 
 them your efficient aid in prosecuting the good work in 
 which they are engaged. ‘They need your counsels, your 
 . personal efforts, your occasional pecuniary aid, and espe- 
 cially your prayers—that they may be sustained in their 
 labors, and assured of your hearty co-operation in the 
 plans and instructions they may adopt for the improve- 
 ment of their scholars. ‘Though we may plant and water 
 with ever so much diligence, we must always remember 
 that God alone can give the increase, and that He may 
 bestow this blessing He has said, ‘ He will be inquired 
 of by His children to do it for them,’ 
 
 
 
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 Beloved youth, you cannot but be aware that separa- 
 tions are continually taking place in our families, schools 
 and neighborhoods. We look around on these anniver- 
 saries, and on each we notice some vacant spot, where 
 but recently we met the smile of some long-tried friend— 
 but one that now sleeps in the dust. 
 
 While I speak, the forms of many rise in my mind, and 
 I seem to hear them saying, with a distinctness which I 
 cannot mistake, ‘* What thou doest, do quickly: the night 
 cometh, in which no man can work.” I have spoken to 
 you in these remarks, with the lips of others, more than 
 my own, and Iam warranted therefore in begging your 
 most earnest attention to the things which you have heard, 
 ‘lest at any time you should let them slip.” 
 
 Let the Anniversary year on which we enter to-day, 
 be characterized by this attention. You will never regret 
 the decision you make in listening to a Saviour’s invitation. 
 All heaven will approve your course, and a whole eternity 
 will prove its wisdom. 
 
 
 

 
 POEMS. 
 
 THE same earnest and loving spirit which sought 
 expression in words and deeds of Christian counsel 
 and sympathy, found utterance also in the composition 
 of “hymns, and spiritual songs,” as well as in poetry 
 of a lighter character, which, however, the writer never 
 allowed to be dignified by any other name than 
 “Lines.” 
 
 As, however, they are “Lines” which for their 
 tender, earnest, and simple exhibition of truth, we 
 cannot but desire to preserve, a few have been selected 
 as a fitting close to this little volume. 
 
 HY MN« 
 
 “OQ God my heart is fixed.” Ps. eviii, 1. 
 
 Fixed.is the purpose of my soul, 
 Tis formed in strength divine ; 
 
 That while I live and breathe and act, 
 My God, I will be Thine. 
 
 Thine to obey Thy wise commands, 
 Thine to submit to Thee, 
 
 Thine to rejoice in all Thy will, 
 Through vast eternity. 
 

 
 
 
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 Thou God! hast formed me for Thyself, 
 Hast taught my heart to rise 
 
 Above the vanities of time, 
 And seek my native skies. 
 
 And can I ever yield my heart 
 Again to court the joys, 
 
 Whose influence binds me to the earth, 
 And solid peace destroys ? 
 
 Far hence, ye baits of sense, begone, 
 The gilded barb I see ; 
 
 Foiled tempter! cease thy snaring arts, 
 They have no charms for me. 
 
 My Saviour, teach this wav’ring heart, 
 To feel Thy bleeding love ; 
 And teach, oh teach my wand’ring steps 
 To seek Thy throne above. 
 
 My lips shall glow with themes divine, 
 And celebrate Thy praise ; 
 
 My noblest powers shall all unite 
 A grateful hymn to raise. 
 
 Wide be Immanuel’s honors spread, 
 Wide let His sceptre sway ; 
 
 He stooped a fallen world to save, 
 And bear its sins away. 
 
 O may this great Redeemer reign 
 Triumphant in my heart ; 
 
 Restraining each unholy thought, 
 And each unworthy art. 
 
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 Exalting all my views, and aims, 
 My every hope and joy; ° 
 
 And yielding to my breast a peace, 
 Which nothing can destroy. 2 
 
 January 1, 1817. 
 
 JESUS WEPT. 
 
 Jesus in tears! how dear the page 
 Which such a scene displays ; 
 My eyes, by faith, survey the tomb, 
 
 And, wondering, silent gaze. 
 
 Did friendship call forth drops like these, 
 Affliction to relieve, 
 
 To bid+the sister’s sorrows flee, 
 And mourners cease to grieve ? 
 
 Yes, and the same benignant Friend, 
 Whose word the tomb obeyed ; 
 Who, to a mother’s eager gaze, 
 Her living hope displayed ; 
 
 Looks now, from His exalted throne, 
 With sympathy divine ; 
 
 And all our sighs, and all our tears, 
 Fulfill His kind design. 
 
 They lead our hearts to seek relief, 
 Whence only succor flows ; 
 
 They lead us to the ‘‘ Word of Life,”’ 
 The haven of repose ! 
 
 
 

 
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 Press’d with our griefs, we find in prayer, 
 A Saviour always near ; 
 
 To whom His suppliant children now, 
 Are, as was Lazarus, dear. 
 
 And though, blest Jesus! now, Thou can’st 
 No mortal sorrows feel ; 
 
 Thy powerful Word commissioned comes, 
 Our bleeding hearts to heal. 
 
 We feel Thy power, we trust Thy care, 
 Great Saviour, all Divine! 
 
 Henceforth to Thee, our friends, our all, 
 We joyfully resign. 
 
 With Thee, thou sympathizing Friend, 
 _ They shall be safely kept ; 
 Lord! ’tis enough—Thy Word has said— 
 Blest Word! that ‘‘ Jesus wept.” 
 1818. 
 
 LINES, 
 
 _ Written upon reviewing a scene of great suffering, where the attentions of a 
 
 beloved mother were most affectionate and untiring. 
 
 The sweetest pillow to be found, 
 A mother’s bosom proves ; 
 
 No feelings can with hers compare, 
 None like a Mother loves. 
 
 When sickness seized my little frame, 
 And pain compelled my tears, 
 
 She hushed me on this pillow soft, 
 And lulled away my fears. 
 
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 - When feverish thirst compelled me oft’. 
 The cooling draught to crave, 
 Her prudence frequent would deny, 
 But sweet the kiss she gave. 
 
 
 
 And then upon her bosom laid, 
 
 _ She walked with me and sung; 
 
 And never ’till I tranquil felt, 
 Thought her fond task was done. _ 
 
 Her moistened eye, too, I have seen 
 Darting a prayer on high ; 
 
 I knew it was for me she prayed, 
 That then I might not die. 
 
 Dear mother! when in future life 
 By thousand snares beset, 
 
 Thy early, anxious, watchful care, | 
 I’m tempted to forget ; A 
 
 May thy loved image to my mind | 
 In all its charms appear, 
 And then in virtue’s holy path, 
 My feet shall persevere. 
 1819. : 
 
 MISSIONARY HYMN. 
 
 With reference to the MONTHLY CONCERT OF PRAYER throughout the 
 world, on the first Monday in the month. 
 
 Hark! hark! a distant shout of joy! 
 
 _ The world—the world is. calling ; 
 
 In East and West, in North and South, 
 See Satan’s kingdom falling ! 
 
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 Awake! awake, the Church of God! 
 And dissipate thy slumbers ; 
 Shake off thy deadly apathy, 
 And marshal all thy numbers. 
 
 Trust! trust the ever faithful God ; 
 ‘His promise is unfailing: 
 The prayer of faith can pierce the skies ; 
 Its breath is all-prevailing. 
 
 Look! look! the fields are harvest white, 
 And stay thy hand no longer ; 
 
 Tho’ Satan’s mighty legions fight, 
 The arm of God is stronger. 
 
 The Cross ! the Cross! is raised on high, 
 The Crescent droops before it ; 
 
 The Pagan nations feel its power, 
 And reverently adore it. 
 
 Rejoice ! rejoice ! God reigns o’er all ; 
 See prophecy fulfilling ; 
 
 The hearts of stubborn Jews relent, 
 In God’s own time made willing. 
 
 Pray! pray then, Christians, fervent pray ; 
 Tho’ “ faint,”’ be ‘‘ yet pursuing ; ”’ 
 _ And cease not, day by day, the prayer 
 ” Of lively faith renewing. 
 
 Soon, soon, your eager, waiting eyes 
 Shall see the heavens rending, 
 And rich, and richer blessings still 
 From God’s bright throne descending. 
 January, 1842. 
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158 
 
 GIDEON’S FLEECE. 
 
 When Israel’s foes their strength combined, 
 And pitched in Jezreel’s vale, . 
 
 Prepared with chariot, spear and bow, 
 God’s chosen to assail ; 
 
 T’ was then that dauntless Gideon rose, 
 In faith and victory strong, 
 Confiding that the victory, 
 To Israel would belong. 
 
 With fervent prayer to God he cried, 
 ‘If Israel Thou wilt save 
 
 As Thou hast said, with this mine hand, 
 And rescue from the grave ; 
 
 Look now upon this fleece of wool, 
 Spread here beneath my feet ; 
 If falling dews leave dry the earth, 
 
 The fleece alone being wet ; 
 
 Then shall I know that Thou, O God, 
 Wilt save with this mine hand, 
 
 From the proud bostile hosts, that now 
 Pollute fair Canaan’s land.”’ 
 
 And it was so: for when he rose 
 With early morning light, 
 
 And hastened to the sacred fleece, 
 He pressed it with delight. 
 
 
 
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 For, while on the adjacent earth, 
 
 _ No moisture could be found, 
 
 Upon the pledge Jehovah gave, 
 The copious dews abound. 
 
 But added proof was given still, 
 To answer Gideon’s prayer ; 
 Who asked the miracle reversed, 
 To stamp his mission clear. 
 
 ‘* Let only now the fleece be dry, 
 ; And on the ground be dew ; 
 Then shall I fearlessly advance, 
 And Israel’s foes pursue.’ 
 
 T’was so that night: the fleece was dry, 
 While clustering dews around 
 
 The power of Israel’s God proclaimed, 
 And Gideon’s triumph crowned. 
 
 February, 1829. 
 
 ero LITTLE HILL OF CALVARY.” 
 
 See Sinai’s Mount encircled round 
 With glory all divine, 
 
 Its thunders burst upon the ear, 
 Its vivid lightnings shine. 
 
 A present God its glory shows : 
 And listening throngs receive 
 The holy, just and righteous Law, 
 
 His lips in thunder give. 
 
 
 
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 See Tabor’s top with splendors gilt, 
 That overwhelm the sight ; 
 
 And Heaven’s holy messengers 
 In forms divinely bright ! 
 
 But there’s a Mount my steps ascend, 
 With more delight than these ; 
 
 That Mount which Jesus wet with blood, 
 My eye with wonder sees. 
 
 There I behold, not Sinai’s flame, 
 Nor Tabor’s whelming light ; 
 
 I fix my gaze on yonder Cross, 
 And triumph in the sight. 
 
 That Cross inspires my every joy, 
 ‘My hopes all centre there, 
 
 Jesus has died that man might live, 
 And all His glory share. 
 
 The ‘‘ Little Hill of Calvary ”’ stands 
 Pre-eminently high, 
 Connecting by its sacred scenes, 
 This earth with yonder sky. 
 
 Thither I trace the ‘* Lord of Life,’’ 
 In majesty arrayed, | 
 
 And long and pant His praise to tal 
 Who my full ransom paid. ; 
 
 
 

 
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 FOR A LADY’S ALBUM. 
 
 In prospect what a hive of sweets, 
 I see this book unfold ! | 
 Gathered from minds of richest hue 
 
 Of purest, brightest mould ! 
 
 Age, Youth, Love, Friendship, all combine 
 To decorate the page ; 
 
 Each tasking all its noblest powers, 
 The mental thirst t’ assuage. 
 
 The silvered head its neated stores, 
 _ May lovingly impart 
 
 Counsels to regulate the life, 
 And purify the heart : 
 
 Strives to give truth attractive forms, 
 And urges present sway ; 
 
 ‘« To-morrow ”’ it proclaims ‘‘ is not,— 
 ‘Wisdom secures To-day.”’ 
 
 Youth, jocund Youth, with frolic hand, 
 Th’ obedient pen directs, 
 
 And slyly seeks to wake the smile, 
 At lovers’ sad defects. 
 
 And Love itself, intent to please 
 Some bright and favorite eye, 
 Arrays its choicest sentiments, 
 In melting melody. 
 * 
 
1829. 
 
 REFLECTIONS FOR CHBISTMAS. 
 
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 Sweet Beeadshens messenger of Heaven! ! 
 Fills many. pages here ; - 
 
 Rejoices now thy sky is bright, 
 Now, sheds with thee a tear. 
 
 Presents itself at every step 
 Of life’s all varying scene, 
 And presses closer to the heart, 
 - When dangers lie between. 
 
 While, through the vista of long aes ; 
 With eagerness I look, 
 
 And trace throughout their pilgrimage, 
 The writers in this book ; 
 
 My mind with heayen-directed eye, 
 Would breathe this fervent prayer, 
 That all whose names are written here, 
 
 May shine in glory there. 
 
 Behold I bring you good tidings.—Luke ii. 10. 
 
 See herald Angels wing their way 
 To visit man’s abode ; 
 
 Their visage speaks a work of love, 
 Their message is from God. 
 
 With what ecstatic joy they speak ! 
 What heavenly grace display ! 
 
 And O my soul, with transport hear, 
 A Saviour’s born to-day. 
 
 
 
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 Rise every joyful, grateful thought, 
 Th’ incarnate God to bless ; 
 
 "Tis wondrous, ’tis redeeming love 
 Secures thy happiness. | 
 
 Welcome to Earth the sacred Babe, 
 And choicest incense bring ; 
 
 More fragrant than the eastern myrrh, 
 Or sweet perfumes of Spring. 
 
 And now the heaven-born Child behold, 
 Dispensing truth around ; | 
 
 Where’er His path, whate’er His rords; 
 Blessings of grace abound. 
 
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 The sightless eye and darker mind, 
 His healing power invite ; 
 And-with an energy divine, 
 His word makes darkness light. 
 
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 The tempest knows His voice divine, 
 And changes to a calm ; 
 
 He walks. upon the aaliie wave, 
 Unconscious of alarm. 
 
 The palsied limb His touch revives, 
 His word recalls the dead ; 
 
 And thousands by His miracle 
 Feed on the wondrous bread. 
 
 His sacred lips with heavenly grace, 
 In rich profusion yield 
 
 Instruction drawn from passing scenes, ~ 
 And flowers of the field. 
 
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 He calls on nature to attest — 
 -The Father’s watchful care ; 
 And bids the sparrow and the grass, 
 A providence. declare. 
 
 His steps are marked by tend’rest love, - 
 His speech like dew distils ; 
 
 The heart with anguish rent for sin, 
 With healing balm He fills. 
 
 But all this rich, diffusive love, 
 This condescending grace, 
 Extended with benignant hand, 
 
 To our apostate race, 
 
 Could not the heart of envy touch, 
 Or brutal hand restrain— 
 
 His blood, His vital blood must flow, 
 E’er malice can refrain. 
 
 Yes, murderous men, His blood must flow, 
 Soon must your victim die ; 
 
 But oh! in this most precious fount, 
 What healing virtues lie. 
 
 In this dear fountain all must wash, 
 Yes! e’en His murderers too; - 
 
 If their hard hearts contrition feel, 
 And for His mercy sue. 
 
 My eyes now raised to yonder Cross, 
 With tears of anguish flow ; 
 And hark ! the interceding prayer, 
 “ They know not what they do.” 
 
 
 
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 This scene of grief and keen distress, 
 Draws to a fearful close ; 
 
 ‘¢ Tis finished,” said His dying lips, 
 
 ‘ And ended are His woes. 
 
 And now the awful conflict past, 
 ‘The Father’s will is done. 
 
 The powers of darkness are dismayed, 
 The victory is won ! 
 
 See now His triumph o’er the tomb, 
 His progress heavenward view ; 
 He rises to His Father’s throne, 
 To intercede for you. 
 
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 THOUGHTS FOR THE CLOSING YEAR. 
 
 Retiring year, farewell. This setting Sun, 
 
 Bears thee, where dwell the days long since gone by ; 
 ’Tis solemn, but instructive to reflect, | 
 
 What record bears it to the Courts on High ? 
 
 My page of life! what stamp does time impress ? 
 Is it thick-set with virtues of the skies? 
 
 Is it a page which angels read with joy ? 
 And ponder over with admiring eyes? 
 
 Does that pure eye, which unveiled Seraphs shun, 
 Behold my groveling thoughts of every day ? 
 And does the faithful register of Heaven 
 Spread forth my ‘‘ idle words ”’ in dread array ? 
 

 
 Sure it is so.—This soul all naked stands, © 
 Soiled as it is, full in Omniscient view ; 
 With all its proud, and vain, and worldly thoushes 
 And all ‘‘ the good I would, but did not do.” 
 
 Great God, forgive the follies of the past, 
 Wash, in Immanuel’s blood, my sins away ; 
 And never more from Jesus’ happy fold, 
 May I ungrateful and perversely stray. 
 
 Let every hour and year of common life, 
 Be filled with active, self-denying love, 
 
 "Till Thou shalt bid my earthly labors cease, 4 
 
 And place me in the Paradise above. : 
 1828. 
 
 LINES, 
 
 Written on the last leaf of an Album. ; y 
 
 If on the humblest part of the last leaf 4 
 
 Of God’s great book, I find my worthless name 
 Inscribed, as one who loved the Saviour here 
 And hoped, through His atoning blood, to see 
 His smiling face in heaven—’tis all I ask— 
 Rich, free, unbounded grace, be thine the praise. 
 Through vast eternity O let my song” 
 
 Louder and louder swell through all the skies, 
 And tell throughout a never-ending day, 
 
 How mercy interposed, and saved from wrath, © 
 A guilty, self-destroyed, rebellious worm. 
 

 
 
 
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 ‘* NOTHING is certainly known of the genealogy of this 
 family prior to the notice of Rev. Tomas WaLiEy, some 
 time of St. Mary’s White Chapel, in the county of Middlesex, 
 England, who was ejected at the Restoration, and came to 
 New England in 1663, in the ship ‘Society,’ and settled at 
 Barnstable. The records of the Barnstable Church say: 
 ‘The Lord was pleased to make him a blessed peacemaker, 
 and improve him in the work of his house here, till March 
 24: 1677-8, when, at the age of 62, being Lord’s day morn- 
 ing, he called him out of his earthly tabernacle into a house 
 not made with hands.’ ” 
 
 In the Antiquarian Rooms at Worcester are preserved 
 manuscript letters of much interest, written by Mr Walley, 
 in which letters he laments the treatment the Indians received. 
 
 The daughter of Major Joun Wattey, his eldest son, 
 married the Rev. Dr. Srwatt, for over fifty years pastor 
 of the Old South Church, Boston, who was the son of Chief 
 Justice Sewatut. The following extract is from the memo- 
 randa of Judge Sewall. It was written from Barnstable 
 
 while he was on a visit to that place. 
 
“View the burying Place. See Mr. Walley’s Epitaph on 
 
 a Rail broken off and tumbled about: so well as could read ~ * 
 
 y* worn Letters, ‘twas this: Here lyeth the body of that 
 
 blessed Son of Peace and Pastor of y® Ch. of Christ, Mr. 
 
 THomas WALLEY, who ended his labors, and fell asleep in 
 the Lord, March 21: 1677.” 
 
 His eldest son, JoHN, just referred to, was born in the 
 year 1643; came to America in 1663 ; was appointed to digest 
 the Plymouth Colony laws in 1671-84; chosen Captain of 
 the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company in 1679; 
 became a member of the Old South Church, Boston, in 1679; 
 a member of the Council in 1687-92. He was appointed 
 ‘Commander of the land forces in the expedition against 
 Canada, in 1690; was made Judge of the Supreme Court of 
 Massachusetts in 1700; and died at Boston, January 11, 
 1712, aged 69. 
 
 He left a son, JOHN, a merchant, who was on 1691, and 
 died in Boston, 1745. 
 
 His oldest son, JOHN, was a minister, who was settled at 
 Ipswich, and died without children. 
 
 His second son, THOMAS, was a merchant, and died in 
 ‘1806, leaving three sons, THomas, CuarLes, and SAMUEL, 
 the last of whom is the subject of this Memorial. 
 
 
 

 

 

 
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