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there seems to be a restlessness ; some are too hasty to speak and are in danger of giving as sound doctrine their crude sentiments, and if they happen to be possessed of a little power, then this sentiment is held high; while some again are afraid to let their nearest friend know what they think of things they deem sacred, and will smother every attempt mado to develope or unfold written mysteries as too exquisite for human tongues to utter, or human thoughts to ponder. But how can we make the state of society different? Only by circumspection, keeping our little lamp trimmed that it may give its little light. R. Barclay says, "Jesus Christ gave to his children as their principal guide, this spirit, which neither moths nor time can wear out, nor transcribers nor translators corrupt; which none aro so young, none so illiterate, none in so remote a place but that they may come to be reached and rightly informed by it." Why is it that we will not give to ourselves the opportunity of listening to those precious things which the blessed Master said he had to tell the disciples, but they could not bear them then; we can not bear them any better now, and why? plainly because of our unbelief in his spiritual manifestations; the temptation of commanding stones to be made bread continues. Things hard should be kept at our feet, and not to be partaken of as food; though they may have a place in creation. Let them remain ; it is our business to be upon the watch, to "labor and to wait."


For Friends' Intelligencer.

Samuel Emlen is a name well-known in the last century, both in England and America, as a beloved and valued minister in the Society of Friends; he having, as he used to say, " crossed the ocean seven times in the service of the Gospel."

Not only in that capacity was he highly esteemed, but his temperament was peculiarly adapted to social communion; and probably there never was a Friend in Philadelphia who kept up a more pleasant intercourse of that character than he—or who went round so frequently "to see how his brethren and sisters fared." The writer of these remarks well remembers to have heard from one who was often cheered by his visits, that he sometimes came every few days, and on some occasions would only open the parlor door, and without sitting down, enquire after her health and that of her family, always leaving behind him a pleasant impression of his kind and loving spirit.

Would that many of the present day were thus qualified to go about doing good.

Some reminiscences published in the Intelligencer, brought to mind the following remarkable account of the close of his life, contained in the memoir of Rebecca Jones, who also was one

of the excellent of the earth, and a valient in her day.

"On the 14th of Twelfth mo., 1799, Samuel Emlen paid Rebecca Jones a visit, which proved to be their final interview. Noticing an almanac for the approaching year, he took it up, and placing it near his eye,—being, as is well remembered, very near sighted,—he said emphatically,—" Eighteen Hundred !" 1 have said, I shall not live to see it." She replied,—" Oh Samuel, don't say so!" He responded," ReBeccaI have said itremember the agreement which we made years ago, that the survivor should attend the other's funeral." On the following day he was engaged in a First day meeting in a lively testimony, and finding himself ill, he leaned, in great physical weakness, on the rail before him, and repeated with touching pathos the following stanza from Addison— •

"My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be,
And death, if deaih should be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee."

The meeting broke up—he was taken to a neighboring hoHse, and, when a little revived, to his home. The next third day he assembled with the Church for the last time, and preached from the text, "This is the victory that overcometh the world—even our faith."

Soon after this he was confined to the house

. with indisposition, during which, with " tears of holy joy," he was enabled to triumph through faith, and give high praises unto Him whom he had eminently served. "The main bent of my mind," he fervently exclaimed, " has been to serve thee, oh God, who art glorious in holiness, fearful in praises. I have, I am sure, loved godliness and hated iniquity ;—my petitions to the throne of Grace have been accompanied by

; faith." "All I want is Heaven!" he said as his end drew nigh ; and having repeated part of the Lord's prayer, he added, "Oh how precious a thing it is to feel the Spirit itself bearing witness with our spirits, that we are his!" Impressed with theawfulness of the invisible world upon which he was about to enter, he said to those around him, "I entreat that nothing be done to me, except what I may request, that my

j mind may not be diverted, that my whole mind may be centred in aspiration to the throne of

! Grace." On the morning of his last day of probation, about 3 o'clock, he asked what was the

j hour, and being informed he said, " The conflict will be over before five." His last, or nearly his last words, after an apparent suspension of life, were, " I thought I was gone—Christ Jesus receive my spirit." And thus, at 4| o'clock on the morning of Twelfth month 30th, this remarkable man and illustrious ambassador for Christ, quietly departed to be with him who said, "Father, I will that those whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am, that they may behold my glory which thou hast given me."

Before day break that morning, Rebecca Jones and her B. C, were conversing about S. Emlen, and of a singularly pleasant dream* respecting him, when a loud knock was heard, and the window being opened, Samuel Emlen's Roman Catholic servant, Larry, called out, " My blessed master's gone to Heaven I" He was buried on New Year's day, 1800, his remains being taken to the Market street House, where Nicholas Wain and another Friend were solemnly engaged in the gospel ministry. Rebecca Jones, although an invalid, was true to the agreement, which she had made with her honored friend."

For Friends' Intelligencer.

Are there not many in the meridian of life, who can refer to the days of their childhood and remember the influence which was spread over the household by the company of Friends who were travelling in the service of Truth? These were then regarded and entertained as messengers of the Lord; and this impression produced over the young mind a feeling of reverence under which it was prepared to be bener fitted by mingling with those whose spirits were bearing the burden of the Word. Even the little children of the family shared the prevailing feeling, and moved about with a subdued yet happy step, grateful for the privilege of being with the stranger guests. The soil of the heart being thus mellowed and broken up, the good seed was freely sown and gladly received, in many instances taking root and bringing forth fruit to the honor of the great Husbandman. Are not such visits reefurred to by many, with the acknowledgment that they were blessed seasons wherein the Di vine Power was felt to move upon the foce of the earth, dividing " the waters from the dry land" and "day from night 1" Do not they recall with emotion the blessing pronounced upon "the house," because peace was found therein, even that peace which accompanies salvation? In the retrospection, are we not led to

•This dream may, without attaching importance to it, interest the reader. R. J.'s young companion, in the illusion of slumber, thought herself on Market street wharf, and under the necessity of going to a ship which lay in the channel, and to which there was no access but by a plank which was tossed about by the waves. As she clung to the plank, expecting to be washed off and lost, she saw Samuel Emlen, senior, coming, clothed in white flowing robes, with an indescribably beautiful and lustrous appearance. Passing by her, he stepped lightly along on the water to another ship,which was under full sail, Koing down the stream—he ascended the side, and the ship was immediately out of sight, and she was left struggling. With this she awoke, and the messenger arrived whilst this dream was the subject of conversation with R. J.,both of them being impressed with the belief that he was goat. As nearly as could be ascertained, the dream and the decease of S. E. were simultaneous.

contrast the present with the past and query, why there should be less of this kind of experience than formerly? If this be the case, and we are rather inclined to believe it is, surely it is a matter of sufficient moment for us to endeavor to search out the cause, and so far as ability may be given, lend our individual effort to remove the obstructions to this means of early spiritual instruction, which we cannot doubt would be as abundantly furnished and fully blessed now, as at any period. Is it because we do not receive the favors, which a kind Providence has dispensed unto us, with sufficient humility, and in growing rich have become too unmindful of the source from whence these blessings flow? Has the attention, in a measure, been turned from the simplicity of the Truth as promulgated by our ancient worthies, to the observance of the manner in which it is conveyed 1 Is there more of form, and less of substance, in the present organization of our religious body? Has it been so tossed and shaken by the "winds of doctrine'' that have assailed it, as to lose its vitality and spring of life which in every age lies "hid with Christ in God," and which is found in that meek and quiet spirit that continues to be of great price in the sight of Heaven? Is there not too much of a disposition to query whether the messenger be attached to Paul or to Apollos without endeavoring to feel for ourselves, whether he be not the Anointed, sent forth without purse or scrip to call home the wandering flock to the true sheepfold, of which Christ is the door of entrance? If so, may not the children who are peculiarly subject to paternal influence share this feeling of distrust, and in their immatured judgment be led to question that which does not please the ear or is not communicated with eloquence? Is not the habit too of discussing the merits of what we hear from those exercised in the ministerial gift, before the inexperienced mind, fraught with evil ? Does it not give our young friends a license which they indulge to their own injury ? and is not this a formidable barrier in the way of the humble Christian? The pure minded Jesus did not many mighty works "because of the unbelief" of those with whom he sojourned, how much more then the meek disciple whose faith is sometimes ready to fail under the pressure of his own infirmities, and who needs the sympathy of his fellow men to cheer him onward in the path of duty. Is there not now, as in former times, to be found those who have been entrusted with the treasures of the heavenly kingdom to be dispensed'unto the poor and needy, who are prepared to receive with gratitude even a crumb of that bread which can alone sustain the soul? Then let us be watchful that we turn not aside from our dwellings the deputed messenger of good; if we are prepared to receive the word in its primitive simplicity, there will be no occasion

to feel that " the former days were better than these." •" A.

Memoir of William Tyler Barling, of Witham, Essex, England. Died 24fA of Tenth Month, 1839; aged ten years and eleven months.

This dear child was naturally of an affectionate and tractable disposition ; and though before his illness not remarkably serious, he showed at times much tenderness of conscience. When between five and six years of age, on returning one evening from a visit, his mother observed him appear dejected, and asked him if he had been good. He said, "No; please take me to

, (naming a friend.) I am so unhappy;

I met with an accident, and did not tell her; I cannot go to bed." His mother went with him, and he directly told the friend what he had done, and asked her to excuse him. When he returned home and was put to bed, he told his mother he was very sorry, and hoped he should not make her unhappy any more. May those little children who read this account, be induced to follow his example.

A short time before he was confined to his couch, he lost a little friend to whom he had been much attached; and whose illness and death made a deep and lasting impression upon his mind. At about seven years of age, he was visited by severe illness; it was succeeded by a spine complaint, which, with little exception, confined him for nearly four years to his bed or couch. During this period his sufferings were at times very great; but it pleased his Heavenly Father to render this affliction the means of his becoming a remarkable instance of early piety. He was made willing to bear his privations with cheerful patience; and many who visited him can bear testimony to the sweetness of his spirit, and to the sufficiency of that grace which could euable him, while yet a little child, to love his Saviour; and by his meek and quiet submission to pain and suffering, to be a striking example to those around him. He passed the greater part of his long confinement in pursuing different branches of study, and he was particularly interested with books of geography, or of voyages and travels. Thoss of a trifling and unedifying nature he invariably declined, having no relish for such. But his favorite occupation was reading the Holy Scriptures, which was his constant daily practice as long as be had strength to do so. He would have his Bible by his bedside, and read a portion to himself, the first thing when he awoke in the morning, unless he was interrupted by others being in the room; in which case he would wait until he was left alone. It was with difficulty he could manage to write, yet he occasionally penned memorandums, a few of which are here inserted.

"Eighth month, 1836.—I have now begun to read the Scriptures regularly. I trust Providence will enable me to understand what I read."

"Eleventh month 26th.—I am eight years old to day. 0 God ! I should very much like to be a better boy, and more patient and pood than I now am; be pleased to help me, 0 Heavenly Father."

"Third month, 1837. I was born in Kensington, in the year 1828, on the 26th of the Eleventh month. I lost my father when I was about two years old. Some months after he died we went to Witham, and from thence to Colchester, where we now reside. I have one brother; and my dear mother keeps a school. I have beeu in bed more than a year. I am very happy."

"Eighth month 1st.—What is life? 'tis but a vapor, soon it vanishes away."

"Eleventh month 26th.—I am nine years old to-day; I feel stronger than I did last year, for which I hope I am thankful. I trust it will please Providence to make me a good boy; and willing patiently to bear and suffer what he thinks right."

"Second month, 1838.—Rejoice evermore; pray without ceasing; in every thing give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."

"Eleventh month 25th.—First-day; to-morrow will be my birth-day. Providence has been pleased to add many favors and mercies during the past year, for which I hope to be thankful; and I hope my Heavenly Father will enable me to resist the temptations of the evil one, and also to spend this year better than the one which is past; and may myself, and my dear mother and brother, and every body, increase in all good things spoken of in the Bible. And may it please thee, 0 Heavenly Father; to protect and direct me in the way thou wouldst wish rue to go, now and ever."

"Twenty-seventh.—Our Saviour Jesus Christ said: 'Suffer little children to come unto me;' I hope I am one of-those that come to him."

For some weeks prior to this, he had spent most of his time upon a prone couch, instead of lying on his back; owing to this change his health derived decided benefit, and he was able to read and write with greater ease. It was about this time that, one morning, this beloved child requested his mother and the servant to lead him to the side of the bed, and leave him a short time, which they did. On going again into the room, his motherfound him on his knees in tears. He directly said: "Dear mother, I am sorry to make a display of what I have been doing, but I am too weak to rise from my knees without assistance; and I felt so overcome with the goodness of the Almighty in restoring me thus far, that I dared not go down stairs until I had thanked him on my knees for all his blessings." His health now so much improved that his mother ventured to indulge the hope of seeing him restored to his natural strength, but Divine Providence had ordered • otherwise; and having made him meet for a better world, was pleased to call him early to enjoy his everlasting inheritance. Many expressions of his own showed that the dear child himself anticipated that his time in this world would be short. It was whilst staying by the sea-side at Walton, that his brother and himself were seized with scarlet fever. At the commencement of his illness, he expressed his belief that he should not recover. For the first six days he was almost constantly delirious; but even then the innocency and sweetness of his mind were appareut from his remarks. After this, time he was generally sensible; and though at times suffering most severe pain from the violence of the complaint, as well as from the means used to subdue it, he evinced an exemplary patience and submission.

About a week before his decease, on his mother asking him if he thought he should recover, he said: "No, dear mother! I believe I am going to heaven." On again being asked if he wished to live, he said, " He had hoped to be a support to his mother, and to do good, but for nothing else." Soon after, he told his mother to whom to give all his books; and then said: "To thee, dear mother, I give my Bible; I love that, and I love thee more than I can tell thee." Many times, when sensible, he tried to read his Bible, but could not; and when thus uuable, from weakness, would request his mother to read to him. Although the complaint rendered him very drowsy, those about him frequently heard him praying for patience; and he several times said: u Don't grieve, dear mother, there are many more ill than me." When suffering such extreme pain that he could hardly keep a limb still, if his mother sat down and read a chapter from the Bible to-him, he was enabled to be calm and quiet; so strikingly did Divine grace, in this interesting child, triumph over his bodily sufferings. On First-day night, the 20th instant, on being asked if he felt comfortable, he said: "0 yes! I have nothing to do; I have long thought my time in this world would be short; don't, oh please don't grieve. God will comfort thee; he makes me feel so happy." On Second-day he said sweetly: "No more tears, no more sorrow, no more crying,—all bliss." Soon after, on being turned round, he looked at his mother with an imploring expression, and said: "Dear mother, let me go where angels go; oh let me go where angels go;" three times. In the night he repeated the hymn, " Go when the morning shineth," &c. During Third-day he was drowsy; at night he asked his mother to sit on the bed, and read to him, which she did. Between one aDd two o'clock, he became worse, and requested his brother to be brought in, of whom he took a

most affectionate leave, as he did of his mother and an attendant.

On Fourth-day afternoon, the 23d, the pain was as violent as nature seemed able to bear: yet through all he continued patient, and requested those about him to be still. When the pain was a little subsided, he called out: "Oh, mother, mother!" On her going to him, he said very faintly: "better now;" and soon after added: "I am ready; oh, let me go where angels are. Oh, please, Heavenly Father, take me now!" In a little while, with his eyes turned upwards, he said with much earnestness: "Oh, yes, dear Joseph, I am coming; it will soon, soon bo over." About seven o'clock, on being told the servant was come to take leave of him, he put out his hand, and said: "Farewell, Mary, I am going; be a good girl; think of me: read the Bible: and oh! really pray."

The difficulty of breathing now increased; he scarcely spoko till about twelve, when he exclaimed: "Farewell all; lam going to glory, glory, glory; please, Heavenly Father, take me now!" For some time, those about him oould only tell what he said, by watching the movement of his lips. At last he exclaimed: "It is all over—victory! victory! victory! Oh, holy!" Then his happy spirit departed from all pain and sorrow, to be for ever with his Lord and Saviour, who had so remarkably, in the case of this beloved child, exemplified the blessed effects resulting from obedience to his gracious invitation, "Suffer little childreu to come unto me, and forbid them not." His remains were interred at Colchester, on the 27th, in the same grave that contained his former little friend, Joseph John Cross.

For Friends' Intelligencer.

Among the remioisences of the last century is one of a Friend of Philadelphia, named Trotter, who had a small gift in the ministry. He repeated the same exhortation a number of times; and on being asked, why he always preached the same'sermon ;—why he did not give them something new? replied : "He did not perceive that they had learned that lesson; when they did, he did not doubt but Master would give them another."

There was teaching in that answer, and we may ask ourselves individually: "How is it with thee, my soul ?—Has obedience kept pace with knowledge?" The internal teacher has been true to his mission, and of outward teaching and preaching we have had so much that " if preaching would make us good, we should have been saints long ago."

Therefore, as some of us remember to have heard from the gallery in our youthful days, "knowledge is not wanting, but obedience." And the only way to make progress in the way of life and salvation is to learn each lesson as it is givCd; Jo take the steps one by one, as they are manifestly required of us. Tbenwill new lessons be given—then will other steps in the heavenward journey be taken. W.



Married,—In Yorktown.West Chester co., N. Y.,on the 4th of 3d month last, by Friends' ceremony, Jacob G. Piirdy, of Somerstown, to Ansa, daughter of the late Richardson Carpenter, of the former place.

, On fifth day, the 19th of 3d mo., 1857, with

the approbation of Londongrove Monthly Meeting of Friends, Edward S. Marshall, of Concord, Delaware co., to Sarah T. Johnson, of Londongrove, Chester Co., Pa.

Died.—On the 18th of 12th mo., 1856, Susanna Lower, relict of Abraham Lower, in her 78th year.

In vieiv of the untiring and zealous efforts of this, our dear friend, in visiting the sick, in searching out the afflicted, the hidden and obs-cure, one who knew and loved her feels drawn to bear this testimony.

Even at her advanced age, she went forth on these lit le missions of love, fV'hich she often remarked were her assigned duties) with an alacrity and fervor peculiarly illustrative of the testimony, " Whatsoever thy hands find to do, do it with thy might," as also strikingly characteristic of her temperament. And this was evinced during her last illness, by her warmth and earnestness of manner, in view of her desire to go home, as she frequently expressed herself to those around her. On one occasion, when told that she was better, she replied: "I have no desire to recover, for I long to be away. I want to go home." And again she said: "I feel so blest."

Upon a Friend's calling to see her, she said : "How glad I am to see thee. I love to see my friends, for I love them all; but to some I feel so bound, so knit, so united, that I could embrace them, as in one endeared feeling. I feel that my work is done; I long to go home; there is nothing in my way, at which I marvel; I am such a poor creature." In reply to the inquiries of a Friend, she said: ««I have no pain; I am weak and prostrate, but so comfortable; 1 feel so grateful. My children and those around me are continually watchful of me; night and day they are by me."

On ano her occasion, after expressing in substance whxt has been related, she said; "There is nota cloud in my way. Oh how I long to go home." To her children at one time she said: "This is what I have so desired, to be blest with my faculties at the close, able to enjoy my friends."

In ber husband's conscientious and lively interest on the subject of slavery, and his advocacy of the righteous cause, she united, and exemplified her fidelity, not only in refraining from the products of slave labor, as far as practicable, but also by co-operating with her friends in an effort to procure and encourage the growth and manufacture of free labor goods.

A love for the reading of the Scriptures and the writings of Friends, early imbibed, furnished (as she often remarked) sources of instruction and enjoyment in after life; and by her retentiveness of memory, and just appreciation of these estimable writings, some of those who had frequent opportunities of social mingling with her, were often instructed, and in view of some of these occasions, have been quickened with a desire, so to be found in the occupancy of the talent committed to their trust; that their last hours might be as hi rs were—seasons of comfort aod peace, and

crowned with a steadfast hope of admission into the Celes'ial city whose inhabitants can no more say : " I am sick."

Died, At Germantown. on 6th day morning, the 27th ult., Benedict Doesey, aged one year. And on 7th day morning, the 28th ult., Margaret Dorsey, in the 3d year of her age—children of Stanton and Margaret V. Dorsey.

, At Woodbury, N. J., on the 20th ult., Mary

H. Lippincott, wife of Samuel Lippincott, a very valuable nv mber of that meeting.

, Rebkoca Corkrin, w ife of Nathan Corkrin,

the 1st day of 6th month, 1854.

, Nathan Corkrin, the 4th day of 3d mo., 1857,

both members of Pine (Jrove Preparative Meeting, a branch of North West Fork Monthly Meeting, Caroline Co., Md.

, Third month 3d, 1857, in the 26th year of her

age, at the residence of her husband in Morgan Co., Ohio, Martha Wells, wife of Henry M. Wells and daughter of Thomas and Rachell Fawcett.of Belmont Co., Ohio.

She leaves two children, a husband, and a large circle of relatives and friends to mourn her los«; she was a kind wife, an affectionate mother, and much beloved among her friends; we believe that ber end was peace.

For Friends' Intelligencer.

I have visited the new Meeting House erected on a lot between Race and Cherry Streets, and Fifteenth and Sixteenth Streets. It is divided into three sections, that fronting Race Street is intended to take the place of Cherry Street Meeting House, and is for the accommo Jation of Philadelphia Monthly Meeting, and the Yearly Meeting of Women Friends. It is a neat, substantial building, and of sufficient capacity to accommodate about two thousand persons. It is well ventilated, and the seats are so arranged as to afford the best opportunity to see and bear. The location is eligible, as Friends are occupying that section of the city, and in a few years it will be more central. Meetings are regularly held there since the 1st of 2d mo., on First and Fourth days. Those held on First day morning and evening, are largely attended by Friends and others. The centre is divided into rooms for the accommodation of Schools, the Library and Committees. The south end, or that fronting Cherry Street, is designed to accommodate the Men's Yearly Meeting. It is not quite as large as the room designed for women Friends, but is believed sufficient for the purpose. The ample accommodations will probably induce many to attend this year who have not heretofore done so. As Friends will be scattered extensively over the city, and the time taken in going to and from meeting will be considerable, it has been suggested whether there would not be an advantage in having but one session a day of three or four hours duration. It is believed by many that the objects of the meeting would be more satisfactorily accomplished, and that Friendsgenerally would be better accommodated. This suggestion appears to me worthy of consideration, and it is offered in the hope that Friends will

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