unity, we must be there to know: the whole glory thereof is unspeakable. Thy sun will never go down, thy moon will not withdraw its brightness, thy person and inheritance for ever; the Lord shall be unto thee thine everlasting light; and thy God thy glory; the days of thy mourning shall be ended."

Is it then, any wonder that those who have, through grace, known most of the Saviour most of the love of God,-have a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better;" that they have hastened on by faith and love, to the coming of the day of God; and though the heavens will be on fire, and be dissolved, and intermediate elements melt with fervent heat, and though worlds unnumbered will loose their equillibrium, and after rolling thousands of years in silent majesty, and uninterrupted order, will burst into fragments, and fly in wild and universal disorder; helping, with infinite fury, to tear cach other to pieces; yet drawn to, and falling upon the orb, which has ruled the day; the collision of broken fragments, to reach their final grave, their collisions will be so fearful, that the loudest thunder ever heard, is, in the comparison, but a mere whisper, and hardly that, when these broken worlds are drawn to the sun, and there formed into one boundless funeral pile, so that with infinite thunders, shall be heat, infinite in intensity, and the sun shall do its last office: shall burn to annihilation the worlds it has lighted and controlled; and then, with infinite struggle, the sun itself shall turn dark, tremble, stagger, roll to and fro-begin to rend in twain; and then a groan shall reach to hell's tremendous deep, and heaven's wondrous height: hell trembles, heaven is silent! What awful vibrations are these! how slowly their thunders lessen! Some mighty angel! tell me what meaneth this? take a wide survey through the vast expanse! Gabriel comes with solemn looks, and yet an under smile, and brings the tidings true! He it was, the king of time, dying,-the king of time is dead; and time itself shall be no more: nothing but eternity left for the lost and the saved! though then, I say, all this must take place, yet you have a gospel of holy conversation, -a gospel of Godliness. Now, in this gospel conversation, and in this gospel Godliness, what manner of person ought you to be? Well, you ought to follow the faith of those, to whom Jesus Christ was the same yesterday, to day and for ever. Now, you will meet with some, of such ill manners, that they, in the course of a few years, preach or profess half-a-dozen Jesus Christs;

"Such turn and twist at every blast; Rust to a point, and fix at last."

I trust never to see you this manner of person, for I am sure it is a very bad manner. But, the Lord hath turned to you a pure tongue, and has brought you into oneness with the great mystery of Godliness-God manifest in the flesh. So that you have wherewith to hasten unto the coming of the day of God; being justified by faith, you have peace with God; and you are to be diligent, to see that you are found in this peace;

and your hope is in the blood of the everlasting covenant, and by which you will be found without spot; for the blood of Christ leaveth no spot; it cleanseth from all sin. You must be diligent to look to this part also, of your standing; and also, you must not draw back from the truth; you must not apostatize, for then you would not be found blameless. Thus, then, to be found of him, as you do pray to be found of him, you must be justified by faith, and so be found of him in peace; and you must be washed in his blood, and so be found of him without spot; you must hold fast his truth, and so not to have to bear the blame of apostacy; hence, says the apostle, "that may be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law; but that which is through faith of Christ, the righteousness which is (not of man, but) of God by faith." And in this way, and this way only, you will find that death has lost its sting-the grave has lost its victory, while you will be, through God, more than conqueror-he giveth you the victory.

Thus, I have tried to set before you the truth,-the order; and, in this letter, a few remarks (though very feebly,) upon the glory of the resurrection. I say feebly, for what can you expect of such A LITTLE ONE?

PRAYER AND PRAISE

FROM AUSTRALIA.

[We give the following epistle verbatim—its originality, spirituality, and savour, will fully compensate for its literary defects.ED.]

DEAR BROTHER BANKS.-Although unknown to you, yet you are well known to me, and my dear partner in life. We are now living on borrowed days, having passed our threescore years and ten; and, bless the Lord, not a wrinkle or a furrow on us, coupled with every blessing of good health, and rich provisions from our God, for body and for soul; for time and eternity. I desire to bless God that ever the EARTHEN VESSEL was in our possession, and that we have been enabled to read it, and enjoy its savory contents. My very dear friend, Mr. Marks, has sent me some late numbers of this year, which rejoices me much, in finding you are in some measure delivered from some of your trials. Dear Brother, we sincerely wish we had it in our power, when in England, to have contributed to your welfare; but now, I have, I trust, such refreshing truths to tell you, as will cheer you up, and your church. I have before me the blessed Word of God; 1 open it; I sincerely asked my Lord to allow me to send you a word for your comfort. I opened on John ix., the words" and as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth." Aye, think I am such an one; and what then of it? why this-Jesus hath opened my eyes, and I have been a blind beggar by the way side, and must say "'twere folly to pretend, I never begged before." dear Hart.) My dear brother, I think the

(Vide

whole of this chapter belongs to me, it is my you say-It is impossible. It is not a reply. experience. "And they cast him out." Yes, "All things are possible to them that beand in my early days, I were cast out. But again,-"Jesus heard they had cast him out; and when he had found him, he said unto him, dost thou believe on the Son of God? And he said, Lord I believe, and he worshipped him." Now my soul, what is thy testimony? O thou art the blessed Christ of God! my Everlasting, Dear, Dearest Lord, to whom I am so greatly indebted, loved of and by thee; accept my thanks, blind as I have been, and begging still at thy mercy; do still vouchsafe to look on me and mine. We crave an

interest in your prayers. I have said this chapter is mine, but I must go further than this; I claim nothing less than the whole Word of God, as my comfort, rule, and guide. I could write you a long tale of God's goodness, and what he has done in me, as well as for me, this half century of experience. But the Lord still blesses us, in this, our adopted

land.

There are many Godly ministers in South Australia, and very many of the dear children of God in Adelaide. I must give you some little account of us South Australians.

We

have, in Adelaide, twelve places of worship, wherein is, I believe, a church of Christ, this, in itself is blessed.

In North Adelaide, is six places, different denominations, but Christ, and him crucified is the gospel preached to all coming sinners; two churches of England, and gospel ministers are over them. Our Baptist churches keep aloof, one from the other-no union, as I see. This is not what should be. I am well persuaded for some time, our Baptist churches should be under some better guidance and arrangements, than what they are; I do not see why they should not be united as one throughout the land. Union is strength, and God will bless such doings. Why are your periodicals so full of so many grievous complaints of our dear watchmen being bereft from churches, entirely through spleen, and ill designed persons, who are for ever bickering, and raising calumny, and separating themselves, and dividing churches and minissters sent by God to them? I, as an old man, am ashamed of the conduct of many of our professing churches in England to their ministers. I love the dear servants of God too much, than not to speak my mind.

If you were unitedly to adopt the principle of amalgamating all the Baptist churches in England, and send your ministers from Circuit to circuit, and provide for them as the Wesleyans do, you would not have these troubles of your own, engendering on you. But, no, you must have separate causes; it must be our cause, and Mr. So and So we belong to. I ask brethren, is the church of Christ one in heaven? then you should be united in one on earth. From whence cometh divisions amongst you? &c., &c. My brethren, see to it let no longer this anarchy and misdoing reign amongst you! Up, and be doing! such captivity must not be any longer! "Arise, shine, for the glory of the Lord has risen upon you." But, methinks I hear

lieve." Sound the alarm through the land,
and mend your ways, and be assured God
will bless the effort to build up your faithful
churches, and cherish his dear watchmen.-
Son of Man! warn this people. Ah, say you,
but I thought you was going to comfort me;
well, so I am" May the grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the
communion of the blessed Spirit, be with you
all, evermore. Amen, and amen. Your's
sincerely,
JOHN DANIEL.

Poplar Cottage, Fullerton, near Adelaide,
South Australia, November 3rd., 1857.

MEMOIR OF

THE LATE JOHN KEEBLE.

MR EDITOR-Upwards of thirty four JOHN KEEBLE, one of the illiterate of men, years have run their eventful round since was directed in the order of an All-wise Providence, to come to London, and labor in the ministry of the word at Blandford Street Chapel, at a time, when things wore a gloomy aspect there, and the last embers were ready to expire. His labours among that people comprised a period of twentysix years. Many hundreds of immortal souls obtained spiritual profit under him, and four hundred and ninety-seven members were added to the Church during his Pastorate.

It

I have before me the funeral sermon preached by Mr. John Chinn, of Walworth, on the occasion of Mr. Keeble's death. is, on such a subject, one of the most important sermons I ever read. It is exceedingly scarce, so that a copy can rarely, if at all, be obtained at any price. Had I the means I would reprint it, But I will draw out the essence of that sermon, so far as John Keeble is concerned, together with his wonderful VESSEL. It is far too valuable to be lost. obituary, for the pages of the EARTHEN "Bunhill There is not a memoir in all my Memorials," of three hundred ministers,

that transcends it.

I only add, that as the Blandford Street Church is now in a widowed state by the death of their late pastor, Mr. J. B. Bowes, should the Lord in his Providence, send them a minister as like-minded, and as sound in the truth, as was John Keeble, it will be one of the greatest blessings that can be conferred upon them. But such faithful men of God as rare now-a-days as white Africans, I am, Mr. Editor, Your's in the Lord, J. A. JONES.

are

Jireh, May 15.

(To be continued in our next.)

WHILE an unusual number of interesting communications demand our attention, we are constrained to make room for the following (in some sense) melancholy and painful narrative of the removal of almost an entire family by death. We feel persuaded that thousands of our readers will very keenly sympathise with our much and long afflicted ministerial brother, who has again been bereaved. We have now, for some years, looked on both sides of Mr. James Nunn's history. On one side, we have seen him in ministerial prosperity;-he has been the honoured instrument of building a beautiful house for the publication of the gospel :-there, the Covenant-making-the Covenant-unfolding-the Covenant-keeping God of Jacob has made him a blessing-there his Heavenly Father has given him an affectionate people; a field of usefulnesss; and a little cot of quietude and composure. But on the other side of his history, we have long witnessed the heavy afflictions which have like a succession of waves-beat upon him. In almost every sense he has been severely tried. His bodily affliction-his loss of children-his other bereavements and piercing trials-have often appeared enough to sink him into the grave: but yet he lives: and, as a monument of sovereign, saving, pardoning, grace, we honestly, fearlessly, most earnestly pray, he may yet be spared: and more than ever honored as a righteous servant of a most compassionate, and merciful Master.

Brethren-when ye have read the following, forgive this flowing out of the Editor's heart toward an afflicted brother, and then, "go ye, and do likewise:" Yes! let your sympathies and you prayers be poured out for him-ED.

MR. EDITOR.-Mrs Lydia Lewes, the second daughter of Mr. J. Nunn, of "Zion," Somers-town, departed this life April 26th, 1858, (in her 28th year) for the mansion prepared for her by her LORD JESUS CHRIST, whom she loved and adored, although she could not always say, "I know he is mine, and I am his." She had the living evidence in her soul that she loved him, because she could always say, "I wish, I hope, I long, to say assuredly, he is my dear Redeemer. I long to feel assured, he is my dear Saviour: that He died for me!" In the midst of her heavy affliction, and in the various attacks of the enemy upon her poor mind, she would often say, "It will be well at last." She had no doubt of Christ's ability to save ever to the uttermost; nor of the sufficiency of his precious blood to cleanse from all sin; nor of his righteousness to justify. Her trouble, at times, was as to whether she was interested

while wave upon wave kept rolling in upon herself and family.

About eighteen months previous to her departure for the kingdom of glory, the sea of trouble broke in upon her. She was confined in November, 1857, with her fifth child, a son, the only son. About a month after her confinement, and before she had recovered her strength, her beloved husband was laid up with rheumatic fever; his life at one time despaired of. Before his recovery, appearan ces of sickness began with her children, and in a few weeks, death took hold of the only son; a few hours after, one of the daughters; both were conveyed to the silent tomb together. Shortly after, death took the third child, and hurried it to the tomb.

Poor Lydia Lewes! Her health began to break. She drooped under the fatigue and pressure of repeated scenes of maternal affliction. Cheerful, at times, she would say "all is well and shall be well!" but at other times, depressed and tempted, she was left to say, "why all this?" two out of five only left, and one of them pining away. Presently death takes the fourth, so that within the short space of four months, four of her dear offspring are removed to the tomb; leaving the poor mother drooping under a consump tive disease. Her eldest child only spared. For several weeks she was evidently sinking; but was able to sit up some part of the day, until about a week before her departure. On the last morning of her earthly pilgrimage, she partook of some bread and milk, laid her head upon her husband's shoulder, asked for the smelling-bottle, took it in her hand, dropped upon the pillow, and swooned away into life eternal, without a moan or a sigh-truly she fell asleep in Jesus-and is blest. Her remains were laid with those of her dear children in Abney Park Cemetery. Mr. J. Vaughan, of Mile End, gave a short and comforting address on the occasion.

ONE OF THE FAMILY.

[Thus, then, the husband is bereft of his wife-the father of his children-the minister of his daughter-and the church of its friend. It brings to mind that emphatic little word of Paul's, "Yet a little while." These four words might be placed as a label on all things. Have we darling children ? Have we beloved friends? Have we any earthly delights? Then write on them all“ Yet a little while" and they will all be gone. Have we crosses to bear? Deep afflictions to endure? Write on them-"Yet a little while," and they will soon come to an end. But of much greater importance than this are the words of our Lord, "Be ye also ready, for in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh." There are four things which are absolutely necessary for a comfortable readiness: a life interest in the everlasting Covenant; pardon and peace by the precious Satan worked with her as he often does with blood of the Lamb; a measure of deadness to many of God's people, by taking advantage the world; the house somewhat set in order. of afflicting circumstances, to suggest to her For the bereaved husband, father, and minismind, as to whether these things would be, if ter, we pray that these things may be so posshe was the loved child of God, by which sug-sessed, as to give resignation to all their trials. gestions, her poor mind was often exercised, -ED.]

in him.

The Sinner Saved :”

OR,

A FAITHFUL AND IMPARTIAL REVIEW OF THE WORKS OF THAT EMINENT SERVANT OF GOD, THE LATE WILLIAM HUNTINGTON.

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[The benefits resulting from good tempered, | tington, when he told him the following cirgospel-spirited controversies, are incalculable. We are as much opposed to acrimony as to hypocrisy-and can no more consent to publish anything contrary to TRUTH, than we could consent to be poisoned. Without the slightest hesitation we adopt the Apostles words, we can do nothing against the truth, but for the truth :" therefore, in giving a series of papers from different correspondents, respecting the different phases of the life and labours of the late William Huntington, we previously announce that we are not prepared to endorse all that may appear; but, in those papers we purpose to give, we think, there are lessons to be learned, and spiritual profit to be derived, that will justify our proceeding in the consciences of thousands of our readers. The following arose out of "R. R.'s" animadversions on Mr Huntington, and is the first of several yet to come. -ED.]

TO THE EDITOR.

In your January number, I find a letter signed "R. R.," to which is affixed this title, "The late Mr. Huntington, a Baptist in Principle; a Sprinkler in Practice." It is not my intention to enter the field of controversy, but to subjoin a few extracts from the writings of Mr. H., from which we may gather his real sentiments on the Ordinance of Baptism, and not take the one-sided surmises of R. R.," who is one of a party for whom, as a body, that master in Israel, had very little sympathy. Doubtless there were exceptions in his day, as there are now. I could name some few of whom the professing world is not worthy; who, like Mr. H., would scorn hypocrisy in matters of faith; or dissimulation in practice; (athough holding the opposite view on Baptism;) men fearing God, and hating covetousness! Before I have done I trust, I shall be able (from his own works) to wipe that vile aspersion of hypocrisy, and dissembling inferred by "R. R.'s" letter from Mr. H's memory. "R. R." also says, that Mr. H. seldom, if ever mentions the subject of baptism in his writings. This shews that he is not very conversant with them; if this was the case, he would have discovered that Mr. H. considers the Scriptures to set forth baptism by the outpouring of the Holy Ghost; and that it represents to us the necessity of the Holy Spirit in regeneration; and clearly does not hold that both ordinances are meant to signify and represent the same thing. Moreover, Mr. Henry Birch, of Cranbrook, who was an intimate friend of Mr. H., informed me of some conversation he had with Hun

cumstance in reference to baptism. Mr. H. said when he lived at Thames Ditton, and had hardly a shirt to his back, he used to preach occasionally in London at the chapel of Dr. Gifford, who was a Baptist. After the Dr.'s death, the church invited Mr. H. to become their pastor, at £300 a year, on condition that he would submit to immersion. (This offer was tempting indeed to a poor man). Mr. H, on thinking it over as he was returning home to Thames Ditton, had an amazing alarm raised in his soul and conscience, by the following awful scripture coming to his mind with great power and majesty, which completely settled that matter with him for ever!" Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye! his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.' Zech xi. 17. This he took as a severe rebuke from his Lord and Master, that if he trod that path his ministry would be without power and unction; and his mind become barren and bewildered; and this perilous condition was to be dreaded more than death itself, (of which he had no fear whatever,) but great dread of the Holy Spirit's influen ces. And further, I have great reason to doubt the statement about Mr. H. wishing to be immersed by Mr. Burnham, or any other person, at any time; nor do I believe, from what I have read in his works, and heard from his immediate friends and attendants, that he ever was in favor of baptism by immersionbut on the contrary, his faith and practice was always in favor of the baptism of the infants of believing parents. Mr. Thomas Gravener, who lived at one time in a domestic capacity with Mr H., related to me this circumstance, as occuring between Mr. Burnham and Mr. Huntington: "Mr. B. called at Mr. H.'s house one evening, to speak to him respecting baptism, and when Mr Burnham's name was announced Mr. H. went into the passage, with a candle in hand to see him, (which did not appear he was very welcome,) and the wind blew out the light: Mr. H. immediately remarked, ah! there: I found you in the dark and there I shall leave you.' This was very significant indeed to my mind, when it was told me, and it still remains the same.

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Before I proceed with the extracts, I would just refer your correspondent "Timothy," for a reply to his "Six Questions on Infant Baptism," to a letter in the Book of Martyrs, of the martyr Philpot (a copy of which I send you,) which he wrote to a loving brother and fellow-prisoner in Newgate, (when he was in the prospect of being put to death for the