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Christ and to souls for which he bled. Nothing in the space of forty years has induced us to alter this idea, or to render it less distinct and vivid. The Revs. Messrs. Owen and Noyes of Bath, his fellow students, write,“ We both remember him at College forty-two years ago, with much pleasure, for his deep humility, fervent piety, and consistent and holy life. This is all that we can say of him, and it is much, and for which we have to praise the Lord for such a brother in Christ Jesus ; that, by the grace of God, he was enabled to maintain this holy and consistent character to the end of his life ; so that his bereaved widow could testify : Mark the perfect man and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace.'”

It is to be regretted that, we can learn so little of his studies at Cheshunt. We fear from the period of his abode there he suffered interruptions and irregularities from change of tutors ; yet his improvement was considerable, as he gave proof both by his pen and by conversation,—to say nothing of his pulpit efforts,—that he was well informed on general subjects and, especially, on those connected with good, sound divinity ; had the power of judging between things that differ; and possessed some taste for poetic composition. These powers, with an inquisitive disposition and a heart warm with both natural and spiritual affections, always rendered him an agreeable and profitable companion.

On leaving the College, according to the wise and healthy custom of that time in the Connexion, he ministered at several of our chapels, chiefly at Dover, Swansea, Gloucester, and Hereford. Here again we have to deplore that our materials furnish scarcely any information about his success in these places. He always however commanded esteem, and we believe he has already met with many in heaven who gratefully remember his ministry on earth.

At Dover Mr. Poole married Miss Keys, his first wife. A very estimable lady, remarkably congenial with him in taste and piety, who was indeed a help meet for him, and few perhaps who knew them well, could be unimpressed with the proofs of conjugal affection which their house exhibited. It was quite natural therefore to both parents, that they should look on their only child with excessive fondness, and, no doubt, the Father of mercies saw it good for them as his own children, to remove by death a son whom they were in such danger of raising into an idolma removal they never ceased to deplore with feelings which struggled to become submissive. . When at Hereford, some twenty years since, he took a severe cold in a journey to preach, which eventually deprived him of the power of speaking beyond that of a hoarse and somewhat painful whisper. This was a heavy blow, and it is to be numbered among the mysteries of Infinite wisdom, that so holy and zealous a man, with fair powers, should, in the maturity and fulness of life and experience, be deprived of the physical ability of indulging in the ministerial work in which he so greatly delighted. It was however well that it was in his heart.

On bis retirement from the regular ministry of the word he resided chiefly at his native city, and contributed, not a little to the peace and edification of the cause of Christ at Birdport chapel, aiding the ministers

every way in his power. His highly respected minister and friend the Rev. Thomas Dodd towards the close of his funeral sermon says : “Yet during this protracted time,” i. e. 20 years cessation from public duties, “he availed himself of many opportunities of usefulness : visiting the sick and dying-conversing with the young; and distributing useful and religious tracts, was a favourite method with him of endeavouring to benefit others."

Six years before his own decease he had the affliction of losing his beloved wife, of whose happy death he wrote an interesting account, published in the Harbinger, 1850. This stroke he bore with christian submission. After however remaining in lonely widowhood a considerable time, a Providence, which he contemplated as peculiarly gracious, led him to be united with the lady who now has to mourn over his grave—alas ! opened so soon after their marriage. She has notwithstanding this, among higher consolations, that of knowing that she has been the means of ministering comfort, in the most trying season, to one of the holiest of mortals.

It was in taking a journey for this object, that he might distribute Tracts at Wolverhampton Races, that he met with an apparently slight accident, whilst stepping into a railway carriage, yet which eventually proved fatal to him. This took place about a year and a half before his death, and during the last six months he was chiefly confined to the house. During this period many had an opportunity of seeing and conversing with him, and many can bear witness to the calmness of his mind and the resignation which he displayed. “In fact there appeared with him," says the Rev. George Fowler, “no seasons of darkness or doubt, nor was Satan permitted to tempt and harass him.” Some persons, Mr. Poole observed, might think I am not like other men, because, through God's grace, I have been enabled to maintain consistency of conduct, yet I feel the inward corruption of my own heart and know that I require the application of the blood of Jesus to my conscience as much as any one. Faith iu Christ, he said, was essential to salvation, and it is indeed the principal thing.

Speaking of his affliction, he said, this will probably be the means of opening the door for my entrance into heaven, but I feel quite composed as to the future, whether it should be for life or death. He also made several appropriate remarks on the harmony between the prophecies and the arrangements of Divine Providence. Hence it is recorded, “in the self same day,” such events took place : also, “when the fulness of the time was come :” and particularly referred to the text, “This is a faithful saying, &c.” saying the latter part was as suitable to him, as it was to the apostle, “ of whom I am chief.”

Although a great sufferer in his affliction, yet no word of complaint was heard, but he was sustained and consoled amidst the greatest pains of body. As his frame became weaker, he remarked, all he could do now was simply to trust in Jesus. At this period he referred to the special manifestations which he enjoyed of the presence of God. At times his views of Christ and heaven appeared too much for him to bear, so that, he was afraid to pray for more of the divine presence, as he felt incapable of enjoying more, until this mortal had put on immortality. Being con

vinced that his end was near, he said, "all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.” He desired to be remember to some young friends, and to tell them, he found that nothing but Christ would do in a dying hour. It must, he said, be Christ and Christ only. On a later visit, he said, that passage in the Hebrews is very full of encouragement-Christ ever liveth to make intercession FOR US.

Then referring to the church in heaven, he repeated

“Exalted high at God's right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand,
With glory crowned, in white array,
My wondering soul says, “Who are they?'
These are the saints, beloved of God,
Washed are their robes in Jesus' blood;
More spotless than the purest white,

They shine in uncreated light." He frequently spoke of Christ being all in all in the salvation of the soul; and said that he felt the need of coming to him afresh. As though anticipating his speedy entrance into the eternal world, he repeated

“ Then let me on the mountain top

Behold thy open face,
Till faith in sight is swallowed up,

And prayer in endless praise !" His last words were, “We are complete in him.” Thus he died as he had lived, in the happy assurance of a glorious immortality beyond the grave.

As a christian our departed brother was a man of preeminent piety. Seldom could you be in his company long without hearing some remarks which were useful in their tendency. Most people must have felt that they were conversing with a man of God. I have seldom met with a more spiritually minded or a more happy man : like Enoch he seemed to walk with God. Let us, however, remember that by the grace of God he was what he was. He was what grace made him, and the same grace has taken him to where he now is. May we have grace to follow him so far as he followed Christ : and who that reads of that calm and peaceful death which our friend and brother died, is not compelled to say, " Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.” And we may add, who can contemplate a man of ordinary powers, and so long disabled by physcal infirmity for pulpit exertions, yet so successfully abounding in the work of the Lord, and so much blessed by God and beloved by his brethren,-without determining, through God's assistance, to employ even his single talent in such a way that the Gracious Proprietor may, in the last day, receive his own with usury? “ Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing.”—J. K. F.


and love him best; though we are, alas! Review of Books.

prepared to recognize the possibility of some very timid people of highly sensitive organizations, who shun the full

throated psalmody of our fathers, and THE RIVULET: A Contribution to Sacred our fathers' fathers, as savouring of the

Song, by Thomas T. Lynch. Robert vulgar, --- being pleased with a contriTheobald, Paternoster Row.

bution to sing,” (sacred song the title

says,) which draws a veil over man's Did this work rest its claim to attention fallen condition, says little or nothing of simply in its literary merit, it might well his need of a Redeemer, and pushes the have been left to an obscurity from which story of Redeeming Love out of sight, to nothing, it contains would ever have sing the marvels of Creation, to tell of caused it to emerge,-its merits in that “striving weather," "garden walks," respect never rising higher than some “ drifting clouds," “ branchlets of the pretty little bits of sentimentality, ex trees,”

." "mornings so sunny and sweet," pressed in very diluted poetical phrase; "blooms profuse," "hearts in flower,' some exceedingly mild specimens of the “axle of the earth," "chrysalis in rural poetry very innocent of meaning or crannies," “ brimful rivers," and the application; with a large amount of sunshine of the celestial sun. simple nonsense, bad rhythm, and worse Out of 100 hymns, rather more than rhyme. But we do not purpose to dwell 50 are founded on the words, the sky, on these, bad verses are too common, as clouds, and cloudlets, flowers, and birds. the mistaking sentimentality for senti- All the inspirations of the man come ment is too uninteresting a delusion to from nature, most of them end there. be worth exposing in this instance. It How different this to that old hymn-is not with the frivolous in composition,

Oh for this love let Rocks and Hills but with the mischievous in application

Their lasting silence break, that we would deal; had Mr. Lynch con

And all Harmonious Human tongues tented himself with inditing

a volume of * Fireside Musings," “ Thoughts on

The Saviour's praises speak ! Sun and Clouds,' « Lessons from Here in the spirit of the sweet Psalmist Nature,” he might have mused on unmo- of Israel, our souls call on nature to lested by criticism ; but these “Hymns praise what grace has made clean to our for Heart and Voice are suitable for the hearts, while throughout Mr. Lynch's Chamber or the Church," and we are volume, this process is inverted, and the informed so employed by the Rev. Gentle- inversion is significant enough. man's congregation; we are moreover The worship of God Most High is a apprized in the preface that the Rivulet holy, solemn, and devout exercise, and is designed to swell the River of the demands the noblest powers of mind and Water of Life. We have read in the most elevated emotions of the heart; we sublime language of the Apocalyptic are to call upon our souls and all that Vision of this River as issuing from the is within us to join in homage, we are throne of God and the Lamb, but little to offer it through Jesus only, and are did we think ever to meet with a divine permitted to know that “whoso offereth who would have us understand thereby praise glorifieth God.” Such remarks Christian Poetry, or presume to add to as these may sound trite enough, but it by the splutterings of a feeble nurse. with such a book as this before us they It is in the ground of the design of this are by no means unnecessary. book for purposes of worship then that That were strange worship for Christwe would review it, and in doing so, in ian men and women, which assigned to a order that we may not be thought to subordinate plan, or more frequently apply any test of bigotry, or standard of omitted altogether, every distinctive prejudice, let it be distinctly understood, feature, every marked allusion, every that we fully recognize the varied sub- heartfelt desire, which could separate jects proper to the christian man, and them from the world around, or which delight in the idea of laying all nature they might not just as well have uttered under tribute for psalmody; but we have before their conversion as since. Yet no sympathy with that style of religious this is the substantial character of this meditation, which can find God only in book, one searches in vain through its Nature, or even, can there find him most pages for one honest ayowal of the


Divinity of the Saviour, for one earnest And see what verdure exquisite prayer for the outpouring of the Holy

Within it hidden grows, Spirit, for one cry of penitence for sin, We never should have had the sight for one such sentiment as

But for this brief repose.
Lord, one thing I want,

And such a sight shall not be vain;
More holiness grant.

These beauties they require These are not to be found, there may

That we though waves return again, be allusions, faint, shadowy and uncertain,

Return when waves retire. they may be construed to mean anything, I'll oft return as to a book we are equally at liberty to understand

Written with heavenly art, them as signifying nothing. Men are Intent beneath the surface look not apt to be indistinct about the things

And read in thee my heart.” uppermost in their minds, and dearest to their souls, any more than the heart There are many plagiarisms in the throbbing with the impulse of gratitude, volume, but the most amusing is perhaps or groaning under the consciousness of in the case of the beautiful sentiment of sin, needs the promptings of flowers to T. Moore'steach it to praise, or the assistance of “You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will, clouds and streamlets to help it to pray. But the scent of the roses will cling to it still.”

Our space will not permit of our justifying these remarks by as numerous

This Mr. Lynch has inverted and quotations as we could wish; we can spoilt, set free the odour first, and broken only insert a few. Mr. Lynch's mode of the vase afterwards, couched his approaddressing God is often peculiarly objec- priated simile in false rhythm, and tionable, and the language employed, from employed it to our minds most irreits exceedingly common place and meagre verently, character, derogatory and unworthy; as

“Love would I offer unto Love's great Master, an illustration we subjoin a portion of the 52nd hymn.

Set free the odour, break the alabaster."
O Lord, Thou art not fickle;

Every one remembers the impassioned,
Our hope is not in vain;

rich, and sensuous verse of poor John The Harvest for the sickle

Keats, and how he sang-
Will ripen yet again.

“Beauty is Truth-Truth Beauty,
But though enough be given

This is all we know on earth and all we need to For all the world to eat,

[know." Sin with thy love has striven

And we know how throughout his Its bounty to defeat.

poetry, as in that of his misguided friend Were men to one another

Sheliey, the beauty of nature enjoyed, As kind as God to all,

felt, deified,—was at once the the theme, Then no man on his brother

and the object of praise. Mr. Lynch For help would vainly call.

strongly reminds us of this in many On him for idly wasting

places, but especially in the 87th hymn; Would honest labour frown;

--we mean of course as to his sentiments, And him, to riches hasting

for we would not be guilty of comparing Would tread his neighbour down.

his verses with Keat's PoetryOh is there one in twenty

“Spirit of Beauty! thy presence confessing, With his own lot content,

God can we see in a sparkle of ore;
Though God has bread and plenty Flowers and shells to our heart are expressing
To all the nations sent."

Love like its own, but transcendently more.

Spirit of Beauty! each bough in its bending, Hymn 71 affords a fair illustration of Skies in their curve and the sea in its swell ; Mr. L's manner of mingling, or rather, Streams as they wind, hills and plains in their confusing similes, and is an average

[blending, specimen of his evangelical teaching All, in our own, of God's happiness tell, “Our heart is like a little pool

Spirit of Beauty! thou soul of our Maker,
Left by the ebbing sea,

Suddenly shown in a gleam or a tint;
of crystal waters still and cool,

Oh be each heart of thy joy a partaker,
When we rest musingly,

Lore, and its store, are alike without stint.

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