ment to the cause by taking in the preachers; and he was moral in his conduct, regularly attended the means, and used all his influence to further the cause.

In 1833, the cholera visited Leeds and its vicinity; our brother saw its ravages, and was greatly appalled. And one night it seized him in one of its dreadful forms, and he stood on the edge of eternity, unprepared to meet his God. He was alarmed, and began to call on the Lord. By judicious treatment, he was, through the Divine blessing, speedily restored. And from that time he was earnest in seeking the pardon of his sins. Wherever he was, or whatever he was doing, the cry of his heart was, "Lord, save me. O Lord, save me lest I perish." About that time our Sister D. Smith, (now Mrs. Bastow,) was appointed to preach at Methley; and as she was exhorting the sincere seeker to look to Jesus for present salvation, our brother believed, and received it. After this he joined the society; and from that period to the day of his death he was a regular and consistant member.

We have a small chapel at Methley; and our brother, soon after he joined, set himself to amend its circumstances, by taking an active part in letting and re-letting the seats; and in this he was very successful.

About December, 1837, he was seized with a consumption. He wished to recover on account of the church, his wife, and their infant offspring; but his heavenly Father determined otherwise; and at length our brother was enabled

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Died at Hindon, Wilts, in the Motcombe circuit, August 3, 1838, in her eighty-third year, Ann Chiveral. her early days she was fond of the customs, maxims, and pleasures of this world. In 1836, the P. Methodists missioning Hindon, she became a hearer, manifested a concern for her soul, joined the society, obtained the blessing of salvation, and was made happy in the Saviour's love. As a member she was steady and diligent; and her seat was not empty unless sickness prevented her attendance; and she grew in grace and ripened fast for the garner of the Lord. In visiting her, I found her sun going down in meridian splendour; and Aug. 3, she breathed her last, and is now with her Lord. Now to him that hath given her the victory, be everlasting praise. EDMUND RAWLINS.

POETRY.

THE WISDOM OF GOD.
What tho' in nature's universal store,
Appear the wonders of Almighty power!
Power unattended terror would inspire,
Aw'd must we gaze, and comfortless admire;
But when fair WISDOM joins in the design,
The beauty of the whole result's divine!

Hence life acknowledges its glorious cause,
And matter owns its great Disposer's laws;
Hence in a thousand different models wrought,
Now fix'd to quiet, now allied to thought;
Hence flow the forms and properties of things,
Hence rises harmony, and order springs,-
Else had a mass of shapeless chaos lay,
Nor ever felt the dawn of WISDOM's day!

sun,

See, how associate round their central
Their faithful rings the circling planets run;
Still equi-distant, never yet too near,
Exactly tracing their appointed sphere,—
Mark how the moon our flying orb pursues,
While from the sun her monthly light renews;
Breathes her wide influence on the world below,
And bids the tides alternate ebb and flow.

View how in course the constant seasons rise,
Deform the earth, or beautify the skies;
First, Spring advancing, with her flowry train;
Next, Summer's hand, that spreads the sylvan scene;
Then Autumn, with her yellow harvests crown'd;
And trembling Winter close the annual round.
The vegetable tribes observant trace,
From the tall cedar to the creeping grass;
The chain of animated beings scale,
From the small reptile to th'enormous whale;
From the strong eagle stooping thro' the skies,
To the low insect that escapes thy eyes!
And see, if see thou canst, in ev'ry frame,
Eternal WISDOM shine confess'd the same;
As proper organs to the least assign'd,
As proper means to propagate the kind,
As just the structure, and as wise the plan,
As in this lord of all-debating man!

Hence, reasoning creature, thy distinction find,
Nor longer to the ways of heaven be blind;—
WISDOM in outward beauty strikes the mind,
But outward beauty points a charm behind.
What gives the earth, the ambient air, or seas,
The plain, the river, or the wood to please?
Oh say, in whom does beauty's self reside,
The Beautifier, or the beautified?

There dwells the Godhead in the bright disguise,
Beyond the ken of all created eyes;

His works our love and our attention steal;
His works, (surprising thought!) the Maker veil;
Too weak our sight to pierce the radient cloud,
Where WISDOM shines in all her charms avow'd.

O gracious GOD, omnipotent and wise,
Unerring Lord, and ruler of the skies;
All-condescending to my feeble heart,
One beam of thy celestial light impart;
I seek not sordid wealth, or glitt'ring power;
O grant me WISDOM-and I ask no more!

THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST.-Luke ii. 10-12.

I Hail, progeny divine!

Hail, Virgin's wond'rous Son!
Who, for that humble shrine,

Did'st quit th' Almighty's throne:

The infant Lord

Our voices sing,
And be the King
Of grace ador'd.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood, Psalm xc. 5.