CLONMEL. THE chapel and premises in this town having become considerably out of repair, it became necessary to direct immediate attention to their renovation. In the prospect of these repairs it was also deemed highly desirable to remove a blank wall, which almost entirely hid the place of worship from public view. This has been done at an exceedingly moderate expense, and the present neat and handsome exterior presented, as in the annexed engraving. All the brethren of the Irish Southern Baptist Association united in the recommendation of such a measure, and in aiding to defray the cost. They also resolved to hold their next Association meeting at Clonmel on the completion of the work, which took place on the 17th of October, and two following days, when very interesting and well-attended services were conducted. Will the readers of the Chronicle unite with their brethren labouring in the south of Ireland in fervent supplication that God may at length accompany the efforts made in this interesting and busy town, to diffuse the blessings of salvation, with manifest indications of his approval and benediction-thus will the heart of our brother Sharman be encouraged and comforted, and his recent assiduous exertions to put the place of worship in a more prominent and suitable condition, be most amply rewarded. GOOD WISHES. When your eye, gentle reader, turns towards this page, the season of universal festivity and congratulation, in this country, will have come. It is a pleasant time. What a vast amount of good feeling is brought into play. What multitudes of faces beam with joy. How many hearts leap with delight. Friends, who have not seen each other for a long time, meet again. On every hand we hear the warmest expressions of good will; and the most ardent wishes for future comfort and success, are breathed from every lip. Deeply sympathizing with this almost universal joy, though its brightness may be clouded with recollections of sorrows and bereavements, we are anxious to divert a portion of these generous feelings into a channel which has long been open, but which, sometimes, has been nearly dry. We once more put in a plea for Ireland. You wish well to the benighted African and Hindoo-to the savage and the slave. Your hearts have yearned over them. Your wishes have been free-you have been free too, of your efforts and your liberality. There is not less reason why you should feel and act in a similar way towards this unhappy land. An intelligent, generous, brave, and much injured people, are fettered and bound in the chains of a dark and cruel corruption of Christianity. Taught to rely on ceremonies dispensed by priestly hands, from whence they derive their efficacy, many of which are both unmeaning and absurd, their confidence is placed on shadowy forms of truth, instead of on "the Rock of ages." Going through observances, and submitting to penances, which have no authority in scripture, they are trusting for salvation in human devices, instead of the all-sufficient atonement. The cross is held up to the eye, but the endless mummeries of the papal system hide it from the mind. There are seven millions of your fellow-creatures thus bound and led captive. Remember they are not so far from you, that you cannot help them. No long and perilous voyage must be made to reach them. No pestilential climate threatens you with death, if you approach their shores. They are British subjects; and twentyfour hours travelling will set you down in their midst ! Think us not un Good wishes will You will tell us,-" Well, we have wished well to Ireland." We believe you fully. But how easy to be very free with good wishes. reasonable, when we tell you we want something more. not feed the hungry, clothe the naked, or give life to the dying! These good wishes must take some form, and put forth activity, to be of much avail. During the past year something has been done to awaken greater sympathy and interest for Ireland. We have been sowing the seed. We have waited with anxiety and hope for the time to reap. How The passing away of one great period of our existence, and the coming of another, is generally a season of solemn reflection, close self-examination, and deep resolve for the future. These eventful times in our short fleeting life, may subserve a grand end. It would be hardly possible for a devout mind to follow out the trains of thought suggested by these times, without some such acknowledgments as these. "Another year is gone, and how little have I done. slow my progress in the divine life; and how languid my efforts to extend the kingdom of my Lord and Saviour. While I have been basking in the sun-light of gospel privileges, and taking my fill of the streams of life and joy, myriads of my fellow-immortals have perished, and myriads more are perishing, for the want of what I so richly possess. How little have I thought of them, or prayed for those who have carried to them the glad tidings of salvation, or supported those Christian institutions formed for the purpose of evangelizing the world. Alas! I have too often coldly listened to their appeals, when they should have thrilled through me. I will do so no more. This selfish spirit shall die. My privileges were not given to me for my benefit alone. They are a solemn trust. I shall soon be called to an account for it. If that were to take place now, it would be rendered up, not with joy, but with grief. I am spared to see another year. It may be my last. I will therefore redeem the time; for the days are few and evil." Dear reader, have you thus felt and said? Has another year, rich with divine goodness and blessing, awakened these penitential and grateful feelings and resolves? If so, suffer us to ask for a share of this new-born spirit of prayer, liberality, and effort, in behalf of poor Ireland. Do not say we are too urgent. Reject not our petition because we have presented it again and again. Many souls have been saved by your missionaries. The little churches under their care are verdant spots in a wide desert. They are centres of light amidst the surrounding gloom. Do not suffer them to expire. There are openings in the vast system of superstition which overshadows the land. We want to enter them and carry the light of heaven, to show the benighted souls within," the way, the truth, and the life." Unless you help us, we cannot do it. Schools languish, for we cannot support them. More are demanded, and we are obliged to say, Nay. Agents are wanted, but we cannot employ them. Missionaries are needed, but we cannot say to the rising ministry, many of whom burn with the right spirit, take the field with us; for we have not the means of supporting CLONMEL. THE chapel and premises in this town having become considerably out of repair, it became necessary to direct immediate attention to their renovation. In the prospect of these repairs it was also deemed highly desirable to remove a blank wall, which almost entirely hid the place of worship from public view. This has been done at an exceedingly moderate expense, and the present neat and handsome exterior presented, as in the annexed engraving. All the brethren of the Irish Southern Baptist Association united in the recommendation of such a measure, and in aiding to defray the cost. They also resolved to hold their next Association meeting at Clonmel on the completion of the work, which took place on the 17th of October, and two following days, when very interesting and well-attended services were conducted. Will the readers of the Chronicle unite with their brethren labouring in the south of Ireland in fervent supplication that God may at length accompany the efforts made in this interesting and busy town, to diffuse the blessings of salvation, with manifest indications of his approval and benediction-thus will the heart of our brother Sharman be encouraged and comforted, and his recent assiduous exertions to put the place of worship in a more prominent and suitable condition, be most amply rewarded. GOOD WISHES. When your eye, gentle reader, turns towards this page, the season of universal festivity and congratulation, in this country, will have come. It is a pleasant time. What a vast amount of good feeling is brought into play. What multitudes of faces beam with joy. How many hearts leap with delight. Friends, who have not seen each other for a long time, meet again. On every hand we hear the warmest expressions of good will; and the most ardent wishes for future comfort and success, are breathed from every lip. Deeply sympathizing with this almost universal joy, though its brightness may be clouded with recollections of sorrows and bereavements, we are anxious to divert a portion of these generous feelings into a channel which has long been open, but which, sometimes, has been nearly dry. We once more put in a plea for Ireland. You wish well to the benighted African and Hindoo-to the savage and the slave. Your hearts have yearned over them. Your wishes have been free-you have been free too, of your efforts and your liberality. There is not less reason why you should feel and act in a similar way towards this unhappy land. An intelligent, generous, brave, and much injured people, are fettered and bound in the chains of a dark and cruel corruption of Christianity. Taught to rely on ceremonies dispensed by priestly hands, from whence they derive their efficacy, many of which are both unmeaning and absurd, their confidence is placed on shadowy forms of truth, instead of on "the Rock of ages." Going through observances, and submitting to penances, which have no authority in scripture, they are trusting for salvation in human devices, instead of the all-sufficient atonement. The cross is held up to the eye, but the endless There are seven mummeries of the papal system hide it from the mind. millions of your fellow-creatures thus bound and led captive. Remember they are not so far from you, that you cannot help them. No long and perilous voyage must be made to reach them. No pestilential climate threatens you with death, if you approach their shores. They are British subjects; and twentyfour hours travelling will set you down in their midst ! Think us not un Good wishes will You will tell us,-" Well, we have wished well to Ireland." We believe you fully. But how easy to be very free with good wishes. reasonable, when we tell you we want something more. not feed the hungry, clothe the naked, or give life to the dying! These good wishes must take some form, and put forth activity, to be of much avail. During the past year something has been done to awaken greater sympathy and interest for Ireland. We have been sowing the seed. We have waited with anxiety and hope for the time to reap. The passing away of one great period of our existence, and the coming of another, is generally a season of solemn reflection, close self-examination, and deep resolve for the future. These eventful times in our short fleeting life, may subserve a grand end. It would be hardly possible for a devout mind to follow out the trains of thought suggested by these times, without some such acknowledgments as these. "Another year is gone, and how little have I done. How slow my progress in the divine life; and how languid my efforts to extend the kingdom of my Lord and Saviour. While I have been basking in the sun-light of gospel privileges, and taking my fill of the streams of life and joy, myriads of my fellow-immortals have perished, and myriads more are perishing, for the want of what I so richly possess. How little have I thought of them, or prayed for those who have carried to them the glad tidings of salvation, or supported those Christian institutions formed for the purpose of evangelizing the world. Alas! I have too often coldly listened to their appeals, when they should have thrilled through me. I will do so no more. This selfish spirit shall die. My privileges were not given to me for my benefit alone. They are a solemn trust. I shall soon be called to an account for it. If that were to take place now, it would be rendered up, not with joy, but with grief. I am spared to see another year. It may be my last. I will therefore redeem the time; for the days are few and evil." Dear reader, have you thus felt and said? Has another year, rich with divine goodness and blessing, awakened these penitential and grateful feelings and resolves? If so, suffer us to ask for a share of this new-born spirit of prayer, liberality, and effort, in behalf of poor Ireland. Do not say we are too urgent. Reject not our petition because we have presented it again and again. Many souls have been saved by your missionaries. The little churches under their care are verdant spots in a wide desert. They are centres of light amidst the surrounding gloom. Do not suffer them to expire. There are openings in the vast system of superstition which overshadows the land. We want to enter them and carry the light of heaven, to show the benighted souls within, "the way, the truth, and the life." Unless you help us, we cannot do it. Schools languish, for we cannot support them. More are demanded, and we are obliged to say, Nay. Agents are wanted, but we cannot employ them. Missionaries are needed, but we cannot say to the rising ministry, many of whom burn with the right spirit, take the field with us; for we have not the means of supporting |