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Lamb, are partakers of the fulness of rest, of peace, and enjoyment forever.

Alexander Graydon, in his Memoirs of a Life chiefly passed in Pennsylvania, has the following passage about Peter Yarnall :—" One of the persons who embarked in this service, as a volunteer, was the surgeon's mate of our regiment— a singular character, and degenerate son of Mordecai Yarnall, a Quaker preacher. I was amused with his oddities, and sometimes listened to his imitations of his father's manner of preaching, as well as that of many others of the public Friends. Though a temporary apostate from the principles of his forefathers, in which he had been strictly brought up, I never doubted that they had taken root in him, and that, if he was not prematurely cut off, they would vegetate and fructify in due season. Nor was I mistaken. Many years after, I saw him zealously sustaining his paternal vocation, surrounded by a circle of Friends. He had come to preach in the town in which I resided. I went to hear him; and had the pleasure of taking him home with me to dinner, with several of his attendants; where everything passed with as much gravity and decorum, as if I had never seen him in any other character. Mr. Yarnall's former profaneness could not have but occurred to him on this occasion."

Often, very often, must the remembrance of the sins of his youth have been brought to the recollection of Peter Yarnall, with mingled emotions of anguish for their enormity, and of humble thankfulness to that Almighty Saviour whose mercy had given him free pardon for the past, and whose grace sustained him against present temptations.

Samuel Fothergill could say, long after he had been a faithful minister of the Lord Jesus, that, in recollecting a certain sin of his youth, that it was "a sword which seemed as though it would never depart wholly from his house or heart."

Being now an acknowledged minister among Friends, and frequently engaged in gospel labors for the good of others, Peter Yarnall found it needful to watch against his natural eloquence, and the fervor of his own spirit, in the Lord's cause. How difficult it is for eloquent men, and those of ready utterance, to be restrained within the true limits of their ministerial exercises; and more particularly so, if popularity and applause follow them. Sometimes such ministers, without having entirely strangled the gift, have grown faster than the Truth would warrant, have shot into great branches, when as yet the root was small; and thus have endangered themselves to be overturned with the first high wind of temptation. The records of our Society need not be traced very far back to find illustrations of this. Popular preachers are always in danger of craving popular applause—of expanding in words, without a corresponding depth of inward exercise and feeling. Two of this class, whose

popularity was evinced by their being followed from meeting to meeting by a multitude of those who loved to hear good sentiments eloquently expressed—words well fitted together—being at a meeting in Philadelphia, at the time of a Yearly Meeting, held many years ago, both spoke for an hour each. After these were over, our plainspoken friend James Simpson remarked, that "he had been thinking of those poor things that pinned their faith on popular preachers. They seemed to him to resemble the children of Israel, who danced round the golden calf that Aaron had made for them."

The experience of Jane Pearson seems well adapted for the instruction of all who deem themselves called to proclaim the Lord's message to the people. She says, "Through abundant mercy, 1 moved in my gift in simplicity, and did not choose for myself, nor sought for openings, nor dressed my matter according to the creaturely will; neither dared I restrain openings, all which are unsavoury. The Lord taught me to let it go just as it came, though with blushing I may acknowledge I lay very near a right-hand error, if I may so term it. Great was my care and fear in joining with first prospects, although often they might be such that 1 might conclude, 'Surely the Lord's anointed is before meyet they have passed by, and a query has arisen, 'Are all thy children here?' A proper query this; for those who labor for the good of others ought to have an especial care over their own household.

"It often happens that the anointing is witnessed on the lesser appearance; a single, seemingly a poor sentence, scarcely worth ranking with sublime unfoldings high in stature, nor produced till the last; all the rest passing by— 'Send and fetch him, for we will not sit down till he come.' Oh, then the holy command goes forth !' Arise, anoint him, for this is he ;' and at some of these seasons the horn has been filled with oil."

John Churchman W3S discouraged, when young in the ministry, by comparing himself with others, who he deemed were growing in religious attainments and in their gifts much faster than he. A dream, related of Mary England, may convey instruction. At the time she appeared in the ministry, eight or nine others at that meeting, or neighborhood, began to speak in meeting. These all appeared to Mary to be growingin their gifts, and were evidently branching out in their communications, whilst shefound nothing required of her to deliver but a text or a few words. She became discouraged, and thought she was making little progress compared with the others. Whilst in this state of mind, she was relieved from her depression by the following dream :—

She thought she was in a room with the other young ministers, when a person of pleasing and superior appearance came in, gave each of them a stone pitcher, and bade them follow him. Glad to be near him, she at once arose, treading close after him along the path he trod, thinking the others were coming on behind. He led the way down a descent to a spring of water, the purest she had ever seen, and which might be compared to the pure river John saw issuing out of the throne. He told her to put her pitcher in the spring. She did so; and when it was filled, drew it out and set it on the ground. The water at once began bubbling over the top, and continued doing so until the pitcher was empty. Her guide then told her to put it in again. She did so; again withdrew it, and set it down, and once more the water flowed out. The command was several times repeated, and she perceived that the longer she allowed the pitcher to remain in the spring, the more water remained in the bottom of it, after the bubbling out ceased. Her guide now told her to hold the pitcher in the water till he bid her take it out. She did so j and as it was some time before the command to withdraw it came, and both hands were requisite to hold it, she became almost overcome with fatigue. At last the word was given to lift it out. She set it down, and it remained full. Now she remembered that her director had never before bid her withdraw it. On looking round, she now noticed that not one of those who had been called when she was, had accompanied the guide to the spring.

Mary England was instructed by this dream to keep under exercise till the command was given to hand forth to the multitude. And she afterwards felt, in her baptisms and exercises previous to engaging in the ministry, similar feelings of fatigue to that she had experienced when holding the pitcher in the spring, awaiting direction to withdraw it. The young speakers referred to all branched out into words, and never became established as gospel ministers.— Britisli Friend.

A copy of a manuscript wrttcn by Curistopiier Wilson, dated tith mo. 30th, 1759.

Whereas, I, Christopher Wilson, of Gray Southen, in the county of Cumberland, have been through divine goodness mercifully favored with the blessed visitation of divine truth, not only to myself, for my own reconciliation to Almighty God, but he hath enlarged my heart at times to preach the glad tidings of the gospel to others, and I had a sufficiency to live comfortable upon from my father with frugal industry, yet have been by. little drawn into trading to foreign parts, and the Lord I have seen has blasted my endeavors, yet hoping to regain what I have lost, ventured out again, with a prospect as I thought to regain the loss, until I have been baffled in all my designs, and am now distressed

in body and mind, and wish it may be a warning to other Friends for the future not to launch outinsuch a manner, those in the ministry especially ; food and raiment is enough, a peaceable mind is more than all the world if we gain ever so much, to live in a cottage and have an easy mind, and eat bread and drink water is preferable to large dealings in trade. Oh ! that you ministers of the gospel may take warning, and be content with what you have. A low station best suits a living minister of Christ. To eat sparingly, clothes just decent, to have the mind free from cumber and open to receive every impression of truth, and free to run when he draws. He can bless beyond our expectation, can open a way for you unseen, or blast all your endeavors if you extend beyond what is prudent or be bad examples. I now see my mistake, though acted with no improper design, having at first lost a little, then promising if I could get as much as to leave off where I began, I would be happy and content, with a full purpose and resolutions to drop there and live quietly. But oh ! one misfortune hath followed another, one loss added to another, hath brought me to this distress of mind, and now I conclude it will break my heart, that any body should lose by me, or that great name I have endeavored to promote, by expense of body substance and all I was capable of, should be evil spoken of on my account; oh ! this comes near me, and tenders my very soul, and brings me even to the grave. Would that Almighty Lord whom I desire to serve, if lam stripped like Job, but throw something in my way; if he does but leave me food and raiment, a cottage of the meanest, and water to drink, it would content me, provided that excellent name might pass unstained. I condemn utterly and detest my own proceeding herein, and testify to people I have missed my way, and yet I have some faith that good providence will not leave me destitute of the comforts of his Holy Spirit, which I value more than all, and if I go to the grave with anxiety and distress of mind, I have comfortable hopes that God will forgive me. If I can but pay every body their own, and have neither bed nor bread left, I should go down to the grave in peace, and have confidence that the Lord will provide for my offspring. Oh ! my poor wife and tender babes, may God be with you, and bless you ; a cottage and an easy mind is as a king's palace to a virtuous heart. If my dear friends condemn me I submit to it, if it may but wipe away the reproach from the truth. I conclude with this unfeigned prayer: Good God, bear up my drooping spirit, be with me in the night seasons, keep me from despair. I have no trust but in thee, I have no pleasure but in thy heavenly presence ; a cloud is come over enjoyment; pain, anxiety, and the most gloomy prospects, appear in every part of the visible creation Lord deliver me, Lord save me, and appear now for my help. It is now the needful time, thou delivered Daniel out of the lion's den; and the three children from the fiery furnance, and caused thy son to walk with them in the midst of the flames, that they escaped unhurt; is thy arm shortened, or hath space or time worn out thy omnipotence. Thou delivered out of all distresses. Oh ! put hooks in the jaws of the great leviathan, that plays on the troubled sea, and disdains all superiors, and Lord I will submit to thy will, I will follow thee what way thou leadest me, but oh! let thy name be praised by me, and not stained on my account; open a way for me through the great deep to get clear on firm land, that no deceit nor no counsel, but honesty and uprightness may be my guide, that whether it may be to remove into America, or what way to turn, make way; thou art as strong as ever, omnipotence stands at thy right hand, and unconquerable strength and majesty at thy left, and I may yet say by experience thou rulest in the kingdoms of men. Lord keep me in patience, and in the divine sweetness to conquer all mine enemies, for thine is the kingdom, the power and glory, for ever and ever. Amen.

For Friends' Intelligencer.

As most of the readers of the Intelligencer undoubtedly feel an interest in the welfare of Friands in Great Britain, I would suggest the propriety of inserting an account of the London Yearly Meeting, from the British Friend, which I herewith forward.

Although some of the subjects which came before it wero of unusual importance, and occasioned some diversity of sentiment, the deliberations of the body appear to have been conducted with forbearance and charity. There is reason to believe that a bolder spirit of inquiry and greater freedom of expression have been manifested among the English Friends for some years past, than formerly prevailed. Among the most important subjects that claimed the attention of the Yearly Meeting, was a document introduced by the Meeting for Sufferings,entitled "Asalutation in the love of Christ to all who bear the name of Friends." The title of this paper excited alarm in some minds, for it was evidently intended to embrace Friends in this country whom they have been accustomed to stigmatize as " Hicksites;" and accordingly the attempt to sanction the document by the Yearly Meeting was earnestly resisted. After reference to a largo committee, and much debate, the spirit of charity prevailed over prejudice, and the " Salutation," with very little alteration, was adopted and referred to the Meeting for Sufferings, for distribution.

I trust this proceeding is the initiatory step to a better understanding and a more cordial feeling between meetings once united in Christian

fellowship; but for more than a quarter of a century alienated from each other.

As the correspondence was broken off by the act of London Yearly Meeting, it is highly proper that the first step towards a reconciliation should be taken there, and I hope it will be met in this country by a spirit of cordiality and Christian love. S. M. J.

THE ELOQUENT NEGRO PREACHER.
From the Rev. Dr. Watson's ''Talos and Talkings."

The next day we were all en route for campmeeting, where we arrived just as the sable orator arose to officiate. I took my seat with the congregation, and scanned, with no small interest, the occupant of the "stand." He was a light-colored mulatto, aged about fifty, a little corpulent, mouth large and well-formed, eyes rather small, chestnut colored, looking a little dull, but lighted up with fire as he became excited. His brow was square, prominent and retreating. In a word, his form was symmetrical, and countenance more intellectual than any one of his race I had ever seen; nor have I since, in this respect, ever met his equal, either indieatively or in fact. Solemnity, simplicity, dignity and sincerity marked his progress through the preliminaries. He possessed but an imperfect knowledge of letters; read with hesitancy and inaccuracy; seeming to depend less upon the text to guide him, than his memory. He spoke in the true negro dialect, but seemed to employ a refined, if you please, a classic species. It rolled from his lips with a sharpness of outline and distinctness of enunciation that seemed to impart to it a polish and a charm, transforming it into the language of beauty. Some sentences in his prayer are noteworthy, as furnishing a fair specimen of that artless eloquence that flowed as natural from his lips, and as fresh and sparkling, and seemingly as exhaustless, as a mountain cascade. "O Load dou art bery great; all else but dee is as netting, and less dan notting; dou touchest de mountains and dey smoke; dou holdest de great and mighty sea in de hollow ob dine hand, and takes up de isles as a berry little ting, and at dine rebukes de pillars of heben shudder, and at dine purity de angels turn pale," &c. "0 Load, send do Star ob Bethlehem to shine in all lands, and de angels ob de manger cradle to sing in all countries, dat de world may be full ob de light ob lobe, and de music ob salvation, and be so mightily like haben, dat when de souls of de good come back again to de world dey may scarce know de difference," etc. "O Load, gader all classes and colors to de cross, bind de parted nations togeder in a bond ob lobe, strong as de chain of dine eternal decrees, and lasting as all ages to come." His sermon, which followed, was jewelled with sentences of similar, and even surpassing merit, uttered with a wellcontrolled and musical voice, with brimful eyes, and a pathos and power which it is less difficult to remember than not to envy. One would forget the visit of an angel as soon as the blazing countenance and magic mission of the orator who plays at will with his heart strings. Listening to the preacher, my delight was only excelled by my astonishment. Losing sight of color, and the degradation of his race, I reverenced, in an unlettered African slave, the genius of an Apollos and the force of an apostle. At the close of each of his periods of fire, a volley of " amens," from the pious of his excitable audience, pealed up to heaven until the pendant boughs over our heads seemed to wave in the ascending gusts of devotion. Of the length of the sermon I have no recollection. Of the sermon itself I have the most distinct recollection. His artless visions, like Hebrew poetry, hang as pictures in the memory, to which time but adds additional life and freshness. Here was unsophisticated genius, artless as childhood, strong as Hercules; taught by God only, as were the fisherman founders of our faith, and seeking the covert of the wilds of the West to lavish its sparkling stores upon a rude and fugitive population.

What follows is scarcely an outliue of his sermon, but rather a sketch of some of its most eloquent passages. He announced for his text these words:

"And a man shall be as a hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." Isaiah xxxii. 2.

"Dare be two kinds ob language, de literal and de figerative. De one expresses de tought plainly, but not passionately; de oder passionately, but not always so plainly. . De Bible abounds wid bof dese mode ob talk. De text is an ensample ob dat lubly style ob speech de figerative. De prophet's mind was as clear as de sea ob glass in de Rebelations, and mingled with fire. He seed away down de riber of ages glorious coming events. He held his ear to de harp of prophecy, and heard in its fainter cadences, loudening as he listened, de birf-song ob de multitude ob de hebenly host on de meadows ob Bethlehem. He seed de hills of Judea tipped wid hebenly light; de fust sermon mountin,and de crucifixion mountin, and de mountin ob ascension, clapped deir hands in de prophet's wision of gladness. Gray-bearded Time stretched his brawney sinews to hasten on de fulness ob latter-day glory. Brederen, de text am as full ob latter-day glory as am de sun ob light. It am as full ob Christ as de body ob heben am ob God. De sinner's danger and his certain destruction, Christ's sabin lub, his sheltering grace and his feasting goodness am brought to view in de text, and impressed in de language ob comparison.

"" ' And a man shall be as a hiding-place from de wind.' Many parts ob de ancient countries

(and it still am de case) was desert; wild wastes ob dreary desolation; regions ob fine blistering sands; just as it was left when the flood went away, and which has not been suffered to cool since de first sunshine dat succeeded dat event. No grass, no flower, no tree dare be pleasant to de sight. A scene ob unrelebed waste; an ocean made ob power, into which de curse of angered Heben had ground a portion ob earth. Now and den, a huge rock, like shattered shafts and fallen monuments in a neglected grave-gard, and big enuf to be de tomb-stone ob millions, would liff its mossless sides 'bove de 'cumulating sands. No pis'nous sarpintor venomous beast here await deir prey, for death here has ended his work and dwells 'mid silence. But de trabeler here, who adventures, or necessity may have made a bold wanderer, finds foes in de elements fatal and resistless. De long heated earth here at places sends up all kinds ob pis'nous gases from de many minerals ob its mysterious bosom; dese tings take fire, and den dere be a tempest ob fire, and woe be to de traveller dat be obcrtaken in dis fire ob de Lord widout a shelter. Again, dem gases be pison, and dere be de pison winds as well as de fire winds. Dey can be seen a coming, and look green and yeller, and coppery, spotted snakelike, and float and wave in de air, like pison coats on water, and look like de wing ob de death angel; fly as swift as de cloud-shadow ober de cotton field, and when dey obertake the flyin' trabeler dey am sure to prove his winding-sheet; de drifting sands do dare rest, and 'bliterate the faintest traces ob his footsteps. Dis be death in de desert, 'mid de wind's loud scream in your sand-filling ears for a funeral sermon, and your grave hidden foreber. No sweet spring here to weave her hangings ob green 'bout your lubguarded dust. De dews shall shed no tears 'pon your famincd graves. De resurrection angel alone can find ye.

"But agin dis fire wind and dis tempest of pison dat widthers wid a bref, and mummifies whole caravans and armies in dare march, dare is one brestwork, one 'hiding-place," one protecting ' shadow' in de dreadful desert. It am 'de shadow ob a great rock in dis weary land.' Often has the weary trabeler seen death in de distance, pursuing him on de wings ob de wind, and felt de certainty ob his fate in the darkness ob de furnace-like air around him. A drowsiness stronger 'most dan de lub of life creeps ober him, and de jaded camel reels in de heby sandroad under him. A shout ob danger from de more resolute captain ob de caravan am sent along de ranks, prolonged by a thousand thirstblistered tongues, commingled in one ceaseless howl ob woe, varied by every tone of distress and despair. To ' de great rock,' shouts de lead-' er as 'pon his Arab hoss he heads dis ' flight to de Refuge.' Behind dem at a great distance, but yet fearfully near for safety, is seem a dark belt bending ober de horizon, and sparkling in its waby windings like a great sarpint, air-hung at a littlo distance from de ground, and advancing wid de swiftness ob an arrow. Before dem, iu de distance, a mighty great rock spreads out. its broad and all-resisting sides, lifting its narrowing point 'bove de clouds, tipped wid de sun's fiery blaze, which had burnt 'pon it since infant creation 'woke from de cradle ob kaos at de call ob its Fader. [Here our sable orator pointed away to some of the spurs of the Ozark mountains seen off to the north-west through a forest opening, at a distance of from ten to fifteen miles, and whose summits of barren granite blazed in the strength of a clear June sun, like sheeted domes on distant cathedrals.] Dat light be de light ob hope, and dat rock be de rock ob hope to de now flyin', weepin', faintin' and famish iu' hundreds. De captin' has arrived dare. [Here a suppressed cry of ' Thank God,' escaped many of the audience.] See, he has disappeared behind it, perhaps to explore its cavern coverts. But see, he has soon reappeared, and wid joy dancing in his eye, he stands shoutin' and beckonin,' ' Onward ! onward!! Onward!!! ONWARD !!!!' when he reels from weariness and falls in behind de rock. [' Thank God, he's saved !' exclaimed a voice.] Onward dey rush, men, women, husbands, wives, parents and children, broders and sisters, like doves to de windows, and disappear behind dis rampart ob salvation. Some faint just as dey 'rive at de great rock, and dare friends tun out and drag dem to de ' hidin'-place,' when wakin' up in safety, like dat sister dare, dat lose her strength in de prayer-meetin,' dey shout 'loud for joy. [Here many voices at once shouted ' Glory !'] De darknin' sand-plain ober which dese fled for life, now lies strewed wid beasts, giben out in de struggle, and all useless burdens was trowed 'side. De waby sheet ob destruction, skimmin' de surface wid de swiftness ob shadow, now be berry near, and yet a few feeble stragglers and lubbed friends ob dis sheltered multitude are yet a great way off. [Here words were uttered in a choked accent, the speaker seeming unable to resist the thrilling character of tho analogy.] Yes, a great way off. But see, moders and broders from behind de rock are shoutin' to dem to hasten. Dey come, dey come. A few steps more, and dey are saved. But 0, de pison wind is just behind dem, and its choke mist already round dem! Dare one fall, and dare is a scream. No, he rises again, and am saved. But one is still exposed. It be de fader of dat little nest ob sweet-eyed children, for which he had fled to de rear to hurry on. Dey have passed forward and are safe. He am but a little distance from de rock, and not a head dares to peep to him encouragement from behind it. Already de wings ob de death angel am on de haunches of his strong dromedary. His beast falls, but 'pon de moment ob him falling, de

rider leaps out ob his saddle into dis ' hidingplace from the wind.' His little boy, crouching in a hole ob de rock, into which he thrusts his head, entwines his neck with his little arms and says, ' Papa, you hab come, and we be all here.' [Here the shouts of 'Salvation,' ' Salvation,' seemed to shake the place in which we were assembled.]

"Now, de burnin' winds and de pison winds blow and beat 'pon dat rock, but dose who hab taken refuge behind it, in its overhanging precipices, are safe until de tempest am ober and gone.

"And now, brederen, what does all dis represent in a figure? Dat rock am Christ; dem winds be de wrath of God rebealed against the children of disobedieuce. Dem dat be sabed be dem dat hab fled to de refuge, to de hope set before dem in Christ Jesus de Lord. De desert am de vast howling wilderness ob dis world, where dere be so little ob lub, and so much ob hate; so little ob sincerity, and so much ob hypocrisy; so little ob good, and so much ob sin; so little ob heben, and so much ob hell. It seem to poor me, dat dis world am de battle-ground ob de debil and his angels against Christ and his elect, and if de debil hab not gained de victory, he hold possession because every sinner am a Tory. God ob de Gospel, open de batteries ob heben to-day! [Here a volley of hearty ' Amens.' Sinners, de wrath ob God am gathering against you for the great decisive battle. I already sees in de light ob Zina's lightnings a long embankment ob dark cloud down on de sky. De tall thunder-heads nod wid dare plumes ob fire in dare onward march. De day of vengeance am at hand. Mercy, dat has pleaded long for you wid tears of blood, will soon dry her eyes and hush her prayers in your behalf. Death and hell hang on your track wid de swiftness ob de tempest. Before you am de 'hiding-place.' Fly, fly, I beseech you, from de wrath to come!

"But brederen, de joy ob de belieber in Jesus am set forth in a figerative manner in de text. It am compared to water to dem what be dying ob thirst. 0, how sweet to de taste ob de desert trabeler sweltering under a burning sun, as if creation was a great furnace. Water, sweet, sparklin', livin', bubblin', silvery water? how does his languid eyes brighten as he suddenly sees it gushing up at his feet, like milk from de fountain ob lub, or leaping from de sides ob de mountain rock, like a relief angel from heben. He drinks long and gratefully, and feels again de blessed pulsations of being. And so wid de soul dat experience joy in beliebing, de sweets ob pardon, de raptures ob peace, de witnessin' Spirit's communings, and de quiet awe ob adoption. Such a soul be overshadowed wid de Almighty; he lingers in de shady retreats ob de garden ob God; he feed in de pastures ob his lub, and am led by still waters, and often visits

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