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tion body :-thus, as in the physical world, life rises as it were from death, so shall every grain of heavenly wheat rise to glory, and range as sheep over the ever-green pastures of the new earth, and shall rest at ease, and bathe in seas of heavenly rest, and fly in the open firmament of heaven, and shine as the brightness of the firmament, and as the stars for ever and ever.

parted from our midst; and if men can boast | the_celestial. The most glorious of these, of numbers they are satisfied, and are not at set forth the ultimate glory of the resurrecall ashamed to glory therein. Never were the Babel builders more numerous, or more of one language, than in the present day. The time has not yet arrived for their language to be confounded. But nevertheless, there is still a remnant, whose gospel communications are good-living, free grace communications, and which bring people into good gospel manners, and whose spirit and manners shew that they are men after God's own heart. And God's heart of love is in Christ, But there is another idea in this imagery and that after the order of an immutable which you do well to notice; and I wish you covenant. And there are some few (and they to observe, that after the apostle remindare but few) among us whose hearts are set ing us that whatever advantages are enupon the Saviour after the order of that im-joyed by the fruitful production of wheat, mutable counsel which the blessed God wills so abundantly to shew unto them. Meeting you, my good Theophilus, on these heavenly grounds, let me freely speak to you concerning the great truth that Jesus shall change these our vile (Gr. weak) bodies and fashion them like unto his glorious body. You observe that the apostle supposes two questions, and he proceeds to answer the second of the two first-" How are the dead raised up, and with what body do they

come?"

The apostle gives a fourfold illustration of the nature of the body with which they come, that is, he uses a fourfold comparison, rising as he goes along from the humblest to the highest.

First, here is the grain of wheat; so that if wheat be sown, wheat will result. There is in the grave no change of character. The wheat, the good seed, are the children of the kingdom now, and so they will be then.

The apostle, secondly, passes from the grain of the earth to the animal world, keep ing up substantially the same idea, that as offspring accords in nature with parentage, so the resurrection will be the youth of the present waxing old, wearing out state of things. And from Christ's resurrection, and from the last great rising morning, we shall for ever retain the dew of our youth.

The apostle has also another idea in this imagery, besides that of youthful produce. I will set that idea before you presently, after just noticing,-thirdly, the terrestrial bodies. These terrestrial bodies will, I should suppose, refer to something visible, because the apostle is here teaching invisibilities, by the instrumentality of visibilities, therefore the terrestrial bodies must mean something visible, and perhaps means terrestrial bodies in general, both animals and trees; and these all help to carry out the apostle's meaning; there is hope of a tree if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and the tender plant thereof will not cease.

Job xiv. 7.

But, fourthly, the apostle passes on to

or of any other grain; whatever privileges men have, or, whatever freedom is enjoyed by the beast of the forest; however much the aqueous tribes enjoy the wide ocean, or with whatever delight the winged tribes enjoy their atmospheric excursions; and however much earth's surface may be adorned with arbocultural beauties; and however gloriously the heavenly bodies light up the concave of heaven; with whatever majesty they go their mighty rounds; however disdainfully they look down upon puny mortals; who would attempt to disturb their spendour, or bring them in whole or in part harmony, impede their course, tarnish their under human, or even under angelic command; or however brilliant their shining faces; however constant their smiles, or however laughingly they hold their high and proud position; however little they think dependence of earth, and the things thereof, of a thousand years, or whatever their inbe carried out in the resurrection, and final all that is meant by this, will, in perfection glory of the saints. Do you then, my good Theophilus, catch this part of the apostle's meaning? namely, that the sum of the things produced and enjoyed by these visiembodied in the ultimate blessedness of those ble things, is but a shadow of that which is who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb.

Now the other idea to which I have alluded in addition to the above, is this, that as the blessed God has constituted a state of things here, having in it such a variety, has he not thus given open demonstration that he is able to constitute us as different from what we are now as one star differeth from another star in glory. He has not yet done all be can do, or all he will do; so then let the variety of things in the visible world be a figure of the contrast between our present and our future state, even as one star differs from another star in glory. The word glory here means light. So our present state is compared to the less brilliant stars, and our future state to the more glowing and glorious

stars. Such is the change that the resurrection will bring about.

THE CHURCH AT HOME.

"A rest remaineth."-Hebrews iv. 9. To the weary, the wayworn, the fainting, how delightful is that one word, "rest." It is the goal, distant perchance, yet certain that encourages forward many a sinking traveller; the anticipation of which restores animation to his movements-hope to his soul! in the very sound, for as it is only to these weary ones it can be welcome, so to them it contains all that is most desirable-all that is refreshing-all that is inspiring!

You must here, my good Theophilus, notice that the apostle is not here contrasting one glorified saint with another, but is contrasting our present with our future state. There cannot, from the nature of things, be different degrees in glory. If there be, wherein does it lie? Not in holiness, for all are equally holy; not in righteousness, for we are justified in one righteousness; Jesus" Rest!" there is an embodiment of happiness is Jehovah their righteousness to them all; not in knowledge, for they are all to come to the perfect stature of a man, and that which is in part is to be done away; not in happiness, for there is without exception, fulness of joy; not in capacity, for then they would not be perfect in knowledge; not in honour, for all are kings and priests to God, and all are equally the sons of God; not in reward, for the reward is of grace, and they who laboured more abundantly, it was not they, but the grace of God in them; and they who were most devoted to God, it was not them, but Christ was pleased to live and work more mightily in them than in some others. Nor can any degrees of glory be in duration, for none of them can die any more; not in worthiness, for no one is by nature worthy of the least mercy.

The difference between the dying thief and the apostle Paul, between Moses and a saved infant, between a mighty preacher of the gospel and an obscure Christian, may appear, and does appear, very great to us, but when viewed from and in comparison of the greatness of eternal glory, appear as nothing. The Alps, the Pyrenees, the Andes, and the Himalaya mountains appear to us when viewed by themselves, or rather in connection with mere undulations upon the earth's surface, these mountains, thus viewed, appear both in altitude and magnitude, most tremendous, but the merciless matter-of-fact philosopher steps in and spoils our wonder, or rather turns it into another direction, and shews by facts which cannot be gainsaid, that these great mountains are no more interruptions to the spheroid, that is the globular shape of the earth, in proportion to its magnitude, than the tiny pimples of an orange are to its rotundity, and so when we come to the perfection of Mount Zion, inequalities will vanish. One spiritual equality, one universal spiritual level, will appear; mountains lowered, valleys exalted, crooked things made straight, and rough places plain, and the glory of the Lord revealed. So believes

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And who so faint, so worn, so weary, as the pilgrims on Zion's foot path! To whom so delightful the anticipation of rest? The very road they tread impedes their progress; again and again they encounter impediments, and retrograde, instead of pressing upwards. A thousand fold on every side molest them if they lie down in the treacherous valley; and they are continually reminded that repose exists not for them in the road to the kingdom: they must be up and onward in their journey, them there "remaineth a rest;" they shall unceasingly looking forward to the end; for eventually recline from their labours: the hot sun of temptation, the fiery darts of the enemy, the inviting seductions of sloth, shall all be passed; and the glorious, bright, eternal rest shall indeed be theirs.

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And, wherefore ? Not that they have nobly conquered over sin, the world, and the cruel machinations of the enemy. that he who bought them with the unspeakable price of his own precious blood has destined them before all time; to "an inheriHe would have his beloved bride in his own tance undefiled, and that fadeth not away." travel worn, sullied by the dust of the wilderpure country-no longer weary, fatigued, ness through which he has led her, but washed in his heart's fountain; arrayed in the pure white linen of his righteousness; and basking beneath the sunshine of his smilesat length in the possession of " the rest that remaineth!!"

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And who can rend away the veil and discover all pertaining to that "Rest!" No eye hath seen, nor heart can tell, what he imaginations will picture, and it is sweet to the fainting pilgrim to smile upon his heavy burden and murmer to himself-"Time will pass away, weary as I am, I will journey on, sustained by the delightful promise For me a rest remaineth!"

Mount Backer, South Australia.

MATILDA.

When Israel were bitten by the fiery serpents, they did not look to the tabernacle and its holy things, nor even into the Holy of Holies, where stood the cherubims, and where shone the glory of God, for if they had, they would have died; but they looked at what God had commanded-at the brazen serpent; just so must we, who are bitten by the old serpent, the devil, look simply to Christ.

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Memorials of Departed Saints. yourselves, it is the gift of God."

THE LATE MRS. IRISH

DEAR BROTHER-I just write to say I have received a note from our good brother Irish, of Ramsey, informing me of the death of his beloved wife. He writes thus,

"My dear wife departed this life on Tuesday morning, at half past three o'clock, April 6th. For five weeks her sufferings were dis. tressing. But, Oh! the triumphs of divine grace; her soul was firmly fixed on the Rock of Ages, so that in the midst of the greatest agonies Jesus so manifested himself to her that she was full of faith, love, peace and joy.

"Satan was permitted once to sally forth from his den furiously. I told her it was Satan who was distressing her, and making an effort to annoy, although he cannot destroy. After this, she complained no more of dark ness, but begged the Lord to take her home. She did not fear death in the least; she was indeed the greater part of her life more spiritual perhaps than many of God's saints. She was a good and proper companion for a minister of Christ. My loss is her gain."

Thus writes our brother in this bereavement his God and Father has called him to bear. I know he will have your sympathy and prayers, and also the sympathy and prayers of those who know and love him much for the truth's sake. Your's in the Lord Jesus, D. ASHBY.

THOMAS SANDFORD, Esq.

Thomas Sandford, Esq., of Wivenhoe, Essex, departed this life on Monday, March 22nd, after an illness of about three weeks, aged seventy-five years. He has left behind two beloved sisters and a numerous circle of friends to mourn his loss. For the last three years and a-half he has attended the ministry of Mr. Collins, of Colchester. His regularity was exemplary; his seat never vacant except when illness prevented his attendance, and that only once or twice during the three years and a-half. The Word was blessed to the profitting of his soul. For some time prior to his death, he was accustomed, after retiring home on the Sabbath evening, to talk of the sermons he had heard during the day, and how greatly he had enjoyed them, and state to his friends that until he went to Colchester he knew nothing savingly. Here it was he was made acquainted with his state as a sinner, and the way of salvation through faith in our Lord Jesus Christ. The Word of Truth stript him of all confidence in the flesh, and brought him down as a helpless sinner to seek salvation in Christ alone. During his affliction he manifested great patience in the midst of deep suffering, and whenever his suffering was referred to, he would remark, "See what I deserve; this is nothing to what I deserve; look at Job's sufferings, and see what Christ has suffered for me. Oh! I never saw myself such a great sinner," and then exclaimed, after pause, with emphasis and power, "By grace are ye saved, through faith, and that not of

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lately greatly attached to the reading of Hawker's Portions, and Joseph Irons' sermons but gave a special preference to the Bible. Sometimes he would remark, "I fear we neglect the reading of the Bible for the works of men." As he was dying, a friend remarked to him, "I hope we shall meet in heaven, Sir." "I hope so, never to part again," he replied. After a night's extreme sufferings, he fell asleep on Monday morning, March 22nd.

On Monday, March 29th, his remains were conveyed to the chapel at Wivenhoe, a neat and beautiful building erected at his own expense exclusively, at the cost of nearly £2000, when the service was performed by Mr. Collins, of Colchester. It was then removed to the cemetery, and deposited in the family vault, to await the archangel's trump on the morning of the resurrection. A very large concourse of people assembled to testify their respect for the deceased, while the closing of the shops of the townsmen, gave evidence to the esteem in which he was held.

On Lord's-day, April the 4th, a sermon was preached upon the occasion, in the chapel at Wivenhoe, by Mr. Collins, of Colchester, to a crowded and deeply attentive congregation, "Blessed are the from Ephesians î. 8, 9.

dead which die in the Lord, even so saith the Spirit, for they shall rest from their labours, and their works do follow them."

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Bring all the righteous acts of righteous men To help your weight, and then get in again. What! still too light? Go now to Calvary, Fetch but one drop of blood from yonder tree. 'Tis in! see! see! the beam begins to fall! One drop of Jesus blood out weighs the mighty all!

W. PEARCE.

who sees the depravity of human nature, con The man whose eyes are enlightened, and fesses "the more I converse with mankind, the more I perceive the Scriptures to be true, and that man is not a whit better than the word of God represents him.

Our Churches, their Pastors, and their People.

Letters to Emigrants.

To those Ministering Brethren, and Lovers of Gospel Truth, who, having left their native land, and are settled in the New World, in the Colonies, and in other remote quarters of the earth.

DEARLY BELOVED IN THE FAITH AND

FELLOWSHIP OF THE GOSPEL-I cannot thank you individually, or write you separately; nor can I answer all your questions touching the state of our Zion, privately; but as I am travelling hither and thither, I will endeavour to furnish you with a few notes through the medium of this little VESSEL, and this is a small earnest of the future.

-ED.

PETERBOROUGH.-April 3rd, 1858. I heard again this morning, of some of the little jealous and saucy black coats, who speak and write critically and sarcastically of my notes, which would be totally unworthy of my notice, were it not to express my pity for them, and to assure them that their labour is in vain; and I would advise them to spend their time, and use their talent in more devotion to the Master they profess to serve. With this brief word, and wishing them all good bye, I purpose, while riding from PeterBorough to London, to write a note or two of this journey, in some parts of Cambridgeshire. These little notes are useful in three ways. First, they are memorials of good days spent in the vineyard of the Lord. Secondly, they furnish information of the position and prosperity of some of our brethren; which is acceptable to many thousands in Zion, not only in England, but in America, Australia, and other parts of the earth; and if, through the medium of the EARTHEN VESSEL, I can run into a poor isolated believer's cot, in some far-off corner of the earth, and give him a report of what his dear friends are doing at home; I certainly rejoice in a work so humble.-Then, thirdly, these notes sometimes lead up the minds of my readers to a contemplation of some precious portion of God's word; therefore, while such privileges are given to me, may I be humble, grateful, diligent, and devoted to the good cause, and desiring more than ever, to have my heart right with God, and filled to overflowing with love to the Saviour, and a holy zeal for the glory of his name. Last Lord's-day morning, I had a good time in Unicorn Yard Chapel, and the congregation looked cheerful. I hope good was done. In the afternoon I went to the re-opening of the old Baptist Chapel, Cook's Ground, Chelsea; this was the text "For Christ is not entered into the holy places made with hands; but into heaven itself, there to appear in the presence of God for us." Mr. Wheeler is chosen pastor there; I wish him much good speed;

for there is room in Chelsea for the gospel yet-the late John Stenson's pulpit still remaining unoccupied by any settled pastor, although it is well known that some desire to see John Austin there, and as he has left for a short time. Last Sunday evening, the Warboys, perhaps he may settle in the West following words were sufficient for my text"HOLD HIM FAST." Considering they were the words of Judas, they might appear barren words to preach the gospel from, but they After noticing

furnished some useful hints.

Judas, as one of the twelve; and Flavell says, the Apostles were described by three terms-"the feet of Christ, the eyes of God, and the breasts of the church;" and this high office which Judas held, seemed to be the highest aggravation of his sin; after noticing Judas, we reflected upon three things as possible. First, it is possible for a believer to hold Christ very fast: I mean, there are times, when faith, love, zeal, and prayer, help the soul to come very near unto him, and to embrace him with the deepest affection, and much intensity of desire. It is also quite possible for believers to hold Christ very loosely; and in this cold, indifferent hold of him, and in a lukewarm state of mind, many, very many, I fear, are living. It is also possible for a man, who is a believer in Christ to be so far sunk as to lose hold of Christ altogether, so far as sense, enjoyment, and the exercise of faith is concerned. But the vital bond of union between Christ and all the Father gave him, never can be broken, although in seasons of declension; in times of soul desertion; and in nights of spiritual darkness, all our realization of the union may be lost. To be enabled to hold Christ fast in the power of the Spirit, in faith, in prayer, and in gospel obedience, is a great mercy; and thus to "HOLD HIM" is my inmost and earnest desire.

Last Wednesday, I left home by Eastern Counties Railway, for Somersham, being invited by Mr. Joseph Flory to preach in the Old Baptist Chapel, in Somersham, which I was permitted to do; although I was not so happy in my work as sometimes. Cambridgeshire is called "the Granary of England;" a large quantity of corn is grown in that County; and in that County, too, there is a very large amount of gospel preached, and a great many churches are flourishing there. Somersham has, at present, two Baptist interests; but, it is hoped, the two will come together when Mr. Flory leaves his chapel; and this he purposes to do this year. Chatteris is not far from Somersham; in that town there are two Baptist Chapels; Mr. Joseph Wilkins is minister of one, and Mr. Griffiths of the other. I know both these good men, and my prayer is, that they may both be very useful-especially as there is a Puseyitish sort of "Cole" "gather"-ed there, the popish fumes of which, are by no means good. I hope the red-cover party will not

On Thursday morning, myself and Mr. Flory, set off for March, in Cambridgeshire; in the original and first Baptist chapel of that town, I preached that evening. Mr. David Male is chosen the minister of that place for one year, with a hope that the Great Head of the church may pour upon him such a measure of anointing power, and so crown his labours with success, that for many years he may be there settled, as a good gospel preacher; and a devoted pastor over a holy flock of the true sheep of Christ! he has a work to do if he makes a permanent stand; and every lover of Zion must pray, that David Male's work may be pure, powerful, and of extensive good to souls. I think the Lord has given him some seals. Oh! may he have many; we shall all watch him closely, and pray for him with deep concern. The chapel is very neat and compact; and I had a good time in speaking from the 46th Psalm. Mr. Forman, the pastor of the other Baptist cause in March is still growing in every sense. He is one of the few in these days, whose ministry continues to be a great blessing unto his people, and whose earnest sowing of the good seed, is followed by a copious ingathering of very precious souls. We exceedingly rejoice in

allow their unhallowed prejudice to move there was no Hotel: it was two o'clock in the them, to divide, disturb, or distress the Bap-morning; all was as still as death; we walked tist interest in Chatteris-it is high time that into the town of Whittlesea; not a soul was that species of modern Popery-that Anti- to be seen; not a sound was to be heard; Christ of recent origin-that cruel serpent all appeared to be sunk into a profound dead rolled up beneath the folds of a pretended sleep. My companions went first to one Inn deep sanctity, and assumed high pitch of and then to another, knocking, and looking ministerial faithfulness I repeat, fearless-tapping, and calling-walking, watching, of all that insincere men can do, it is high and waiting; but all was in vain: we were time, this "stand aside, I am holier than like "THE THREE MEN WHO SEARCHED THE thou," was exposed; for it is exercising a CITY AT MIDNIGHT," but our searching only much more withering and delusive tendency sunk us deeper in dismay, for it appeared as among our churches than many are aware of. though, throughout the whole province of The most awful onslaught recently made in Whittlesea, there was not a living soul to be Chatteris, upon an honest Christian workman, found-neither friend or foe-neither watchis a first-rate specimen of what some pro- man, policeman, workman, or wayfaringman fessors would do, if they were permitted. could be seen; and although my companions knocked, rattled, rung, and flung, still, all was of no avail, and none of us knew where the Baptist Parsonage was, so to walk the streets like so many Wandering Jews, appeared our doom; the sleepy inhabitants indirectly said-"there is no room for you preaching men here;" and really there was something in all this very much like unto the spiritual condition of the place; for, save in Zion chapel, there appears little more than a sleepy profession; churches and chapels in Whittlesea are far sunk down, except in brother Ashby's favoured Zion. The thought to me is pleasing now, that during these hours of vainly searching for a bed, I was kept in a measure of quietness; and this most singular circumstance appeared to help me to understand the text on my mind, better than any commentator could have done. In my text the Church said "I sleep, but my heart waketh." It was so with me. I had been preaching and travelling all the week; and I was weary, faint, and sleepy; but my heart was awake to much sweet meditation. My brethren and companions were much disturbed : they thought they could soon find me a comfortable resting place; but they could not: they ran from Inn to Inn, and from house to house, but dead disappointment met them at The next day (Good Friday,) I was en- every turn. I looked on. I neither knocked gaged to preach, Morning and Evening at nor called; but I thought it was all well, beWhittlesea-brother David Ashby's "Zion," cause, although no human voice was to be and, as it was impossible to get there by heard, but the complaints of my companions, train in the Morning, it was agreed that the yet, I heard, a whisper within, saying "it is brethren Male and Flory accompany me, and the voice of my beloved, saying, OPEN TO ME, that we take the Mail train that night-sleep my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled, for at the Railway Hotel on the Station, and then my head is filled with dew; and my locks walk into Whittlesea in the Morning, Be- with the drops of the night." I thought the fore we started from March, we had supper night was the long dark night of the anti-dein the late Mr. Grounds's mansion; after luvian age-the patriarchal, and the prowhich a hymn was sung, and the Scriptures phetic ages-yea, and all that night from the were read, and prayer was offered: while we moment the church fell in Adam, until that were on our knees in prayer, these words night when the angels ushered into our world, came to my mind; "My head is filled with "THE SAVIOUR, WHICH IS CHRIST THE dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." LORD." Ah! many thoughts went sweet into These words seemed at once so powerfully to my soul. I saw, in the eye of my mind, that lead up my mind to the Person of Christ, and every time CHRIST came in a type, in a prohis deep travail of soul, that I was sure I mise, or in a prophecy-he, in substance, said, must preach from them; but in what way, I" OPEN TO ME!" Oh! Yes! His heart, could not tell. About midnight, we set off for the Mail train, the moon shone bright; air was very frosty; the roads good; and on the best things we talked, until in the Railway carriage we were safely shut. When we reached the Station at Whittlesea, we found

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from all eternity, was leaping and longing to come and fulfil the covenant into which he had entered. "Lo! I come. Lo! I come. OPEN TO ME! OPEN TO ME." These were his own precious words; and in the most endearing terms did the glorious bridegroom

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