Letter from Mr. Williams to his son Samuel.

THE following is the copy of a letter written by Mr. Williams in his little son's Album on the day of his embarkation from our shores. We are assured it will be read with especial interest when the affecting circumstances under which it was written are considered.

"MY DEAR AND MUCH-LOVED Samuel.

"You wish me to write a few lines in your album, and I comply with your dear wish on the morning of our embarkation for the far distant isles of the Pacific, whither I and your dear mother are again going, to spread the knowledge of a precious Saviour, whom we wish you to love more fervently, and serve more faithfully than we have done. We both unite in assuring you, my dear, dear boy, that Jesus is the most affectionate friend and the best of all masters. The caresses of a dear doting mother, the counsel and instruction of a tender-hearted father, will avail you nothing without the friendship of Jesus Christ! We love him ourselves, and the united wish of your dear mother and myself is, that you may love him too.

"We feel very keenly the pangs of separation. We love our country, we love our affectionate relatives, we love with an intensity of feeling, which parents only know, our dear, very dear Samuel. Why then do you go? We go because Jesus Christ hath said, 'He that loveth father or mother, sister or brother, wife or children, or lands, more than me, is not worthy of me.' We shall pray for you, my dear boy, every day of our lives, and trust, in answer to these prayers, that God, by his grace, will take possession of your young and tender heart, so that when we return to England, which we hope to do in a few years, we shall find our beloved boy not only an intelligent and amiable, but a pious and devoted youth; enjoying the good opinion and affection of all who know him, and living in the fear of God. This, my very dear boy, will enhance the pleasure of meeting beyond the power of description.

"But, my dear, dear Sam must pray himself, and he has God's own declaration for his encouragement, 'When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.' We have forsaken you, my dear boy, under very peculiar circumstances. It is for the cause of God we have made this sacrifice. Plead this with God, when you pray, and beseech God to be a father to you.

"The Lord bless thee, my dear boy, and keep thee.
"The Lord make his face to shine upon thee.
"The Lord be gracious unto thee.

NO. XXII.]

Missionary Principle.

WE are subject to God and the magistrates, and would rather patiently suffer than oppose them. But our cause is the cause of God, to whom the souls of all men belong. For his sake we live among the savages, to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ unto them. We neither desire to gain money, nor covet their land, nor shall we ever have these views. The Lord our Saviour has supported us hitherto, and he will support us for the future: for we are in his hands, and place unlimited confidence in him, being assured, that nothing can befall us without his permission.-A Missionary.

Counsel to Missionaries.

BY AN INDIAN CONVERT.

[From Loskiel's History of the Moravian Missions among the Indians in North America.]

THE change which took place in the heart and conduct of Tschoop was very striking; for he had been distinguished in all parties met for diversion as the most outrageous, and had even made himself a cripple by debauchery. Some time. after, he related the occasion of his conversion in the following manner:-" Brethren, I have been an heathen, and have grown old among the heathen, therefore I know how heathen think. Once a preacher came and began to explain to us that there was a God. We answered, 'Dost thou think us so ignorant as not to know that? Go back to the place from whence thou camest.' Then again another preacher came and began to teach us, and to say, 'you must not steal, nor lie, nor get drunk,' &c. We answered, 'Thou fool, dost thou think that we don't know that? Learn first thyself, and then teach the people to whom thou belongest, to leave off these things. For who steal, or lie, or who are more drunken than thine own people?' and thus we dismissed him. After some time Brother Christian Henry Raugh came into my and sat down by me. He spoke to me nearly as follows:'I come to you in the name of the Lord of Heaven and earth; he sends to let you know, that he will make you happy, and deliver you from the misery in which you lie at

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present. To this end he became a man, gave his life a ransom for man, and shed his blood for him, &c. &c. When he had finished his discourse he lay down upon a board, fatigued by the Journey, and fell into a sound sleep. I then thought, What kind of man is this? There he lies and sleeps. I might kill him, and throw him out into the wood, and who would regard it? But this gives him no concern. However,

I could not forget his words. They constantly recurred to my mind. Even when I was asleep, I dreamt of that blood which Christ shed for us. I found this to be something different from what I had ever heard, and I interpreted Christian Henry's words to the other Indians. Thus, through the grace of God, an awakening took place amongst us. I say, therefore, brethren, preach Christ our Saviour and his sufferings and death, if you would have your words to gain entrance among the heathen."

The Resurrection.

EDWARDS.

THERE will be some great and remarkable signal given for the rising of the dead, which it seems will be some mighty sound, caused by the angels of God, who shall attend on Christ.

Upon this all the dead shall rise from their graves; all, both small and great, who shall have lived upon earth since the foundation of the world; those who died before the flood, and those who were drowned in the flood, all that have died since that time, and that shall die till the end of the world. There will be a great moving upon the face of the earth, and in the waters, in bringing bone to his bone, in opening graves, and bringing together all the scattered particles of dead bodies. The earth shall give up the dead that are in it, and the sea shall give up the dead that are in it.

However the parts of the bodies of many are divided and scattered; however many have been burnt, and their bodies have been turned to ashes and smoke, and driven to the four winds; however many have been eaten of wild beasts, of the fowls of heaven, and the fishes of the sea; however many have consumed away upon the face of the earth, and great part of their bodies have ascended in exhalations: yet the all-wise and all-powerful God can immediately bring every part to his part again.

Of this vast multitude some shall rise to life, and others to condemnation. "All that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth, they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation."

When the bodies are prepared, the departed souls shall again enter into their bodies, and be re-united to them, never more to be separated. The souls of the wicked shall be brought up out of hell, though not out of misery, and shall very unwillingly enter into their bodies, which will be but eternal prisons to them: "And death and hell delivered up the dead that were in them." They shall lift their eyes full of the utmost amazement and horror to see their awful Judge. And perhaps the bodies with which they shall be raised will be the most filthy and loathsome, thus properly corresponding to the inward, moral turpitude of their souls.

The souls of the righteous shall descend from heaven together with Christ and his angels; "Them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him." They also shall be reunited to their bodies, that they may be glorified with them. They shall receive their bodies prepared by God to be mansions of pleasure to all eternity. They shall be every way fitted for the uses, the exercises, and delights of perfectly holy and glorified souls. They shall be clothed with a superlative beauty, similar to Christ's glorious body: "Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body." Their bodies shall rise incorruptible, no more liable to pair or disease, and with an extraordinary vigor and vivacity, like that of those spirits that are as a flame of fire: "It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power: it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body." With what joy will the souls and bodies of the saints meet, and with what joy will they lift up their heads out of their graves to behold the glorious sight of the appearing of Christ! And it will be a glorious sight to see those saints arising out of their graves, putting off their corruption, and putting on incorruption and glory.

At the same time, those that then shall be alive upon the earth shall be changed. Their bodies shall pass through a great change, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye: "Behold I show you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump." The bodies of the wicked then living will be changed into such hideous things, as shall be answerable to the loathsome souls that dwell in them, and such as shall be prepared to receive and administer eternal torments. without dissolution. But the bodies of the righteous shall be changed into the same glorious and immortal form in which those that shall be raised will appear.

THE world is a volume, written by the finger of God, containing but three leaves: the heavens, the earth, and the sea.

The Missionary's Requiem.

AN ODE, BY J. N. OSBORN.

WEEP for the brave! the soldier of the cross
Has entered glory, but we mourn his loss:
Weep for the brave! a Williams is no more!
And tears bedew sad Erumango's shore.

He stood on Tanna's strand,
And with prophetic fire,
Told of the mighty band

Would join th' angelic choir,

And from the islands of the Southern Sea
Become the servants of th' eternal Three.

The mount was reach'd, and, like to him of old,
He saw in prospect Christ's redeemed fold;
And God, whose service he had counted best,
Call'd home the warrior to his promised rest.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
Who still must keep the field,
And let the nations know

Ye cannot, will not, yield,

Till Polynesia, from her idols free,

Shall shout o'er Satan's kingdom, victory!

Christian Warfare.

CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH.

SOLDIER, go-but not to claim

Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure, Not to build a vaunting name,

Not to dwell in tents of pleasure. Dream not that the way is smooth,

Hope not that the thorns are roses;

Turn no wishful eye of youth,
Where the sunny beam reposes:

Thou hast sterner work to do,
Hosts to cut thy passage through:
Close behind thee gulfs are burning-
Forward-there is no returning.
Soldier, rest-but not for thee`
Spreads the world her downy pillow;
On the rock thy couch must be,

While around thee chafes the billow;
Thine must be a watchful sleep,
Wearier than another's waking;
Such a charge as thou dost keep

Brooks no moment of forsaking.

Sleep, as on the battle-field,

Girded-grasping sword and shield: Those thou canst not name nor number, Steal upon thy broken slumber. Soldier, rise-the war is done; Lo, the hosts of hell are flying; 'T was thy Lord the battle won; Jesus vanquished them by dying. Pass the stream-before thee lies All the conquer'd land of glory; Hark!-what songs of rapture rise! ! These proclaim the victor's story.

Soldier, lay thy weapons down, Quit the sword, and take the crown; Triumph all thy foes are banish'd, Death is slain, and earth has vanish’d.

Desire of Heaven.

O, LONG to be installed in the throne
Of endless glory; let thy spirit groan
After a full and plenary possession

Of blessedness transcending all expression.
Be like the bird of paradise, which, (they say,)
Being entangled in the snare, straightway
Begins to strive, and never giveth o'er
Till she enjoy her freedom as before.
Sing Simeon's Swan-like song at his decease-
"Lord, let thy servant now depart in peace."
Welcome the messenger of death, which brings
Most joyful tidings from the King of kings;
Which tells the saints of an approaching crown
Of matchless glory, honor, and renown.
Death is the chariot, which without delay
Saints to their Father's house bears swift away.
Death is to humble penitents no less

Than a short entrance into happiness,

Death is the saints' ascension-day to bliss;
Their mariage-day with Jesus Christ it is.
Death is the charter of their liberty,
The period of their pain and misery :
Death gives them an immunity from sin,
And frees them from the fears they once were in :
Death is the bane of woe, the grave of vice,
The portal opening into Paradise ;

Where grace, that in the bud was here below,
Into the flower of glory straight shall blow;
Where saints' immortal souls, made more divine,

Shall with the diamonds of perfection shine:
Where they, to their unspeakable delight,
Of God himself shall have a perfect sight;
Where in their wills there shall a likeness be
To God, in holiness and purity;

Where, having shot the gulf of death, they shall
Wear on their heads a crown imperial;
Where the rich caskets of their souls shall be
O'erlaid with glory's best embroidery ;
Where no contaminating tincture e'er
Shall their unspotted purity besmear;

Where God himself unto the saints shall be
A spring of life to perpetuity;

Where they shall in the fragrant bosom lie
Of their Beloved, to eternity;
Where the enamel of their glory shall
Never wear off, nor soiled be at all;
Where they a glorious kingdom shall receive,
Of which no power on earth can them bereave;
Where they their safety shall behold from all
Insulting foes, and their eternal thrall;
Where they shall be partakers of that joy
Which will them satisfy, but never cloy;

eyes,

Where Baca unto Beracha* shall be
Converted-mourning into melody.
Where brinish tears shall never dim their
Nor shall their ears be frighted more with cries;
Where sorrows ne'er shall damp their hearts again,
Nor shall their senses be disturbed with pain;
Where length of years, without the least decay
Of strength, they shall enjoy; yea, where for aye
They shall be blessed with the love of many,
And need not fear the jealousy of any;

Where for their labor a "Quietus est"

Each saint shall have, and ever be at rest:

Where life and immortality they shall

Have for their death in Christ, and Christ for all.

* Baca-weeping; Beracha-blessing. See Ps. lxxxiv. 6, and Chron. XX. 26.

The Martyrs.

RICHARD CRASHAW. DIED 1650.

O THAT it were as it was wont to be!
When thy old friends of fire, all full of Thee,

Fought against frowns with smiles; gave glorious chase
To persecutions; and against the face

Of death and fiercest dangers, durst with brave

And sober pace march on to meet a grave.

On their bold breasts about the world they bore Thee, And to the teeth of hell stood up to teach Thee;

In centre of their inmost souls they wore Thee, Where racks and torments strived in vain to reach Thee. Each wound of theirs was thy new morning;

And reinthron'd Thee in thy rosy nest,

With blush of thine own blood thy day adorning:

It was the wit of love o'erflow'd the bounds

Of wrath, and made the way through all these wounds. Welcome, dear, all-adored Name!

For sure there is no knee

That knows not Thee.
Or if there be such sons of shame,
Alas! what will they do

When stubborn rocks shall bow,

And hills hang down their heaven-saluting heads
To seek for humble beds

Of dust, where in the bashful shades of night
Next to their own low nothing they may lie,
And couch before the dazzling light of thy dread majesty?
They that by love's mild dictate now

Will not adore Thee,

Shall then with just confusion, bow

And break before Thee.

A Good Priest.

KEN.

GIVE me the Priest these graces shall possess ;— Of an ambassador the just address,

A father's tenderness, a shepherd's care,

A leader's courage, which the cross can bear,

A ruler's awe, a watchman's wakeful eye,
A pilot's skill, the helm in storms to ply,
A fisher's patience, and a laborer's toil,
A guide's dexterity to disembroil,

A prophet's inspiration from above,

A teacher's knowledge, and a Saviour's love.

Farewell.

BARTON.

NAY, shrink not from the word "Farewell!"
As if 't were Friendship's final knell ;
Such fears may prove but vain :
So changeful is life's fleeting day,
Where'er we sever-Hope may say
We part to meet again!