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what assurance we have that the Almighty, after we have broken his laws and grossly violated his express commands, will ever hear us much less, pity us — still less pardon us; for though I admit that he is a God of mercy, I know equally that he is a God of justice; and what is it that such wretches as myself can do to gain his favour? for, at best, are we not unprofitable servants ? Now these considerations, which have continually harassed my mind, most fearfully shake, if they do not altogether destroy, whatever hope men might otherwise cherish as to futurity. The more I look into human nature, the more I see the waywardness of the will, the depravity of the mind, proneness to vice, the disinclination to virtue; and how is it, that such beings with such feelings are to be made partakers of a glorious, heavenly kingdom ? We not only can do nothing to merit such a reward, but we do every thing to make ourselves undeserving of it. We are not only not the friends of God, but we do all we can to make ourselves his enemies. We want, therefore, something in the way of reconciliation, but where are we to look for it? And if we cannot obtain this, it must be in vain to sue or seek for pardon; and


without pardon, how are we to secure eternal peace, much less look for any reward? No: I have considered, again and again, Mr. Trueman, all that you and other of our ministers have suggested, but I find in our system of religion nothing that can satisfy a thirsty soul, panting for immortality. I hear of men of other persuasions living in holy fear, and dying in perfect hope. E see them pious and happy in life, not cast down by adversity, in prosperity not too much elated; and yet they are pressing onward to something they expect and feel to be much bet

If you ask them what reliance they place upon their own merits, they disclaim all they say they have a divine Mediator, one whose spirit is ever with them in the hour of need, suggesting all comfort and consolation - one who has taken upon himself their repented transgressions — one who has promised intercession with God for reconciliation and pardon, and reward. With such views what reflecting mind could not be easy and at rest? without them, who must mot be wretched, most wretched, here, and, probably, not less so hereafter ?”

The unhappy man, agonized in mind and tortured in body, indicated by words and actions a despair which, in my apprehension, sprung from no imaginary cause ; for I had myself felt the anguish of hanging on the confines of the grave, without the knowledge of a God; and he in the next degree to this of ignorance and doubt, now hung over it without a Redeemer. My heart was smitten, I felt intensely for the sufferer,

I felt much for myself, and grateful, grateful was I that I had lived to entertain different thoughts. God had been gracious unto me, and the same light that had burnt in my breast I could have wished kindled in his, for I plainly saw that no other balm could " minister to a mind diseased.” My feelings were wound up to the highest pitch. On one side I saw a brother and a Minister of Religion in the presence of the dying man, both of whom, in the selfsame hour, had pointedly denied their belief in the atonement of Christ's blood and death

the Cross; on the other, a being distracted in mind and tortured in body, struggling against death, though disgusted with life ; – a being, who was earnestly longing for the aid of one mighty to save, and prompt to deliver, but who knew not where to seek, or on what to rest his hope. Could I withhold the attempt to make him know and feel that there was a Name under heaven by which he might be saved, that there was even for him an Advocate, an Intercessor, a Mediator, a Redeemer ? I repeated to him, with eagerness, such texts as at the moment occurred to me upon these points'; his eyes opened, and he looked aghast, - his ears drunk in the words I uttered, his heart opened to the hope I held out, his hand clasped mine convulsively, as a drowning man would cling to whatever afforded him a chance of saving him ; but his mind was fettered by the trammels of a limited reason, and a cold philosophy, and in the weakness of approaching dissolution he let go his hold, and shortly after died, in a manner so painful and miserable, that no tongue can tell, no pen describe it. After his last gasp was drawn, and while my two companions stood over him, their eyes suffused with tears and their utterance stifled, I could not refrain from giving vent to the feelings that possessed my soul, and I exclaimed aloud, “ Gracious Lord God ! give me the comfort of thy Holy Spirit; and make me ever know and feel, that by faith in Christ, as my God and Saviour, death is disarmed of this, his great sting, and the


grave can claim no victory!"


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