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We too, in humble verse, would treat the theme,
And join our griefs to swell the general stream.
For we remember well his matchless power,
To steal upon the heart, and cheer the social hour.

Ah! much lov'd friend! too soon thy beauties fade!
Too soon we count thee with the silent dead !
Thou, late the fairest plant in virtue's plain,
The brightest youth in wisdom's rising train;
By genius great, by liberal arts adorn’d,
By strangers seen and lov'd, by strangers mourn'd;
Blest in a tender brother's friendly breast;
And in paternal fondness doubly blest!
Art thou now sunk in death's tremendous gloom,
Wrapt in the awful horrors of a tomb?
Ah me! how vain all sublunary joy!
Woes following woes, our warmest hopes destroy!

But hark !....Some voice celestial strikes mine ear,
And bids the muse her plaintive strains forbear.
“ Weep not, fond youths....it cries, or seems to cry....
" He lives, your MARTIN lives, and treads the sky;
“ From care, from toil, from sickness snatch'd away,
“ He shines amid the blaze of heaven's eternal day.

J. DUCHE. College of Philadelphia, September 7, 1754.

ON THE SAME.

CHECK, mournful preacher! check thy streaming woe, ) Pierce not our souls with grief too great to know; He joys above whom we lament below. Snatch'd from our follies here, he wing'd his way, To sing HOSANNAs in the realms of day. With him, the fight of life and death is o'er, And agonizing throes shall pain no more; No more shall fell disease, with wasteful rage, Blast the fair blossoms of his lender age; Transplanted now, he blooms a heav'nly flow'r, Where spring eternal decks yon Amaranthine bower.

Thy pious sorrows, SMITH, to future days,
Shall bear his image, and transmit his praise.

Still, still I feel what thy Discourse imprest,
When pity throb'd, congenial, in each breast :
When deep distress came thrilling from thy tongue,
And sympathizing crouds attentive hung.

To mourn for thy lov'd Pupil all approv'd;
On such a theme 'twas virtue to be mov’d.
Whoe'er these tender pages shall explore,
Must learn those griefs the Pulpit taught before.

T. BARTOX. College of Philadelphia, September 7, 17:54.

ON THE SAME.

O DEATH! could manly courage quell thy power,
Or rosy health protract the fatal hour;
Could tears prevail, or healing arts withstand
Th' unsparing ravage of thy wasteful hand;
Then Martin still had liv'd a father's boast,
Nor had a mother's fondest hopes been lost;
Then, Smith, thy darling youth, thy justest pride,
With virtue's first examples long had vy’d.

But he is blest where joys immortal flow;
Cease tears to stream, be dumb the voice of woe.
Releas'd from vice, in early bloom set free
From the dire rocks of this tempestuous sea,
The youthful saint, in heav'n's ambrosial vales,
With glory crown'd, etherial life inhales.
No more let grief repine, or wish his stay,
In this dark gloom, this lwilight of our day.
Rather we'll hail him fled from night's domain,
Array'd in light to tread the azure plain.
There science dwells ;....before the mental eye
Nature's stupendous works unfolded lie;
There wisdom, goodness, power diffusive shine,
And fire the glowing breast with love divine.

P. JACKSON. College of Philadelpbia, September 7, 1754.

PERSONAL AFFLICTION AND FREQUENT REFLECTION

UPON HUMAN LIFE, OF GREAT USE TO LEAD MAN TO THE REMEMBRANCE OF GOD.

PREACHED

IN CHRIST CHURCH, PHILADELPHIA,

SEPTEMBER 1, 1754.

ON THE DEATH OF A BELOVED PUPIL.

PSALM xliii. 6.

O my God! my soul is cast down within me, therefore will I

remember thee. IT is elegantly said by the author of the book of Job*, who seems to have experienced all the dire vicissitudes of fortune, “ That man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards."

These Troubles, however, as the same author further observes, serve the wisest purposes, inas. much as they are not the effects of what is called blind Chance, but of that unerring Providence, which graciously conducts all events to the general good of the creature, and the final completion of virtue and happiness. “ Affliction comes not forth from the dust, neither does trouble spring out of the ground.” Very far from it. At that great day, when the whole council of God shall be more perfectly displayed to us, we shall be fully convinced, that all his dispensations have been wise, righteous, and gracious; and that:f “ though no chastening for the

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present seems joyous, but grievous, nevertheless it afterwards yields the peaceable fruits of righteousness to them that are exercised thereby.”

Of the truth of this we might indeed soon be convinced, at present, were we but wise, and suffered ourselves to reflect on what we daily see. 'Tis with the greatest injustice, that men ascribe their sins wholly to worldly temptations, and inveigh upon all occasions against this life on account of its vanities. These, if well attended to, would perhaps put us on our guard against sin; and, upon inquiry, it will be found that the great and general cause of all iniquity, is a stupid listlessness, or want of consideration; which, like some vast weight, oppresses the more generous efforts of the soul, and bears all silently down before it, unless checked by the powerful hand of affliction.

I sincerely pity the man who never tasted of adverse fate; and were I capable of wishing evil to any person, I could not wish a greater to my greatest foe, than a long and uninterrupted course of prosperity A flattering calm portends a gathering storm; and when the stream glides smooth, deep and silent on, we justly suspect that the sea or some declivity is near, and that it is soon to be lost in the vast ocean, or to tumble down some dreadful fall or craggy precipice.

Such appears his state to be, who never knew an adverse hour, nor took time to consider whence he came, where he is, or whither bound. There is room to be apprehensive lest, being drunk with prosperity, he should swim smoothly from joy to joy along life's short current, till down he drops, through the pit of death, into the vast ocean of eternity! If we

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loved such a one, what more charitable wish could we indulge towards him, than that the chastening hand of heaven might fall heavy upon him, arrest him in his thoughtless career, and teach him to pause, ponder, and weigh the moment~the eternal moment

-" of the things that belong to his peace, before they are for ever hid from his eyes ?

That there should be any persons, endued with reason and understanding, who never found leisure in this world to reflect for what end they were sent into it, would seem incredible, if experience did not assure us of it. There are really so many affecting incidents in life (undoubtedly intended to awaken reflection) that their hearts must be petrified indeed, one would think, and harder than adamant, or the nether millstone, who can live in this world without being sometimes affected, if not with their own, at least with the human, lot.

I hope it is far from being my character, that I am of a gloomy temper, or delight to dwell unseasonably on the dark side of things. Our cup here is bitter enough, and misfortunes sown too thick for any one who loves his species to seek to embitter the draught, by evils of his own creation. But there is a time for all things; and, on some occasions, not to feel, sympa. thize, and mourn, would argue the most savage nae ture.

This day every thing that comes from me will be tinctured with melancholy. It is, however, a virtuous melancholy; and therefore, if publickly indulged, I hope it may be thought excusable.

You know it is natural for those who are sincerely afflicted, to believe that every person is obliged to

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