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At once we see the breaking shade, And drink again the morning light.

New born we bless the waking hour, Once more with awe rejoice to be; Our conscious souls resume their

power,

And spring, O gracious God, to thee.
O guide us thro' the various maze,
Our doubtful feet are doom'd to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting
blaze,

When dangers press around our head.
A deeper shade will soon impend,
A deeper sleep our eyes oppress;
Yet still thy strength shall us defend,
Thy goodness still shall deign to bless.
That deeper shade shail fade away;
That deeper sleep shall leave our eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day,
Thy love, the rapture of the skies."

Those who make singing a part of their family worship, and who are not in the possession of more ample collections, will do well to use Mr. Codman's se.

lection as a manual in their daily

devotions.

XLV. Tuo Sermons preached at Sandwich; the first, Feb.16, 1813, on a day of fasting appointed by the First Church in that town; the second, Feb. 17, at the installation of the Rev. Jonathan Burr, A. M. Pastor of the First Church in Sandwich, to the care of the Calvinistic Congregational Society lately associated with that Church. By OLIVER COBE, A. M. Pastor of the First Church in Rochester. Also the Charge by the Rev. Mr. EVERITT of Wareham, and the Right Hand of Fellowship by the Rev. Mr. LINCOLN of Falmouth. Published by request of said Church and Society, and the profits to be appropriated to their benefit. Boston; Lincoln & Edmands pp.23.

THESE exercises are composed in a serious strain, and are replete with the plain momentous truths of Christianity; those truths, without which all preaching would be of no avail, but by the application of which God produces the happiest and most durable effects.

The text of the first sermon is 2 Chron. xxv, 9. But what shall we do for the hundred talents?

The design of the preacher is to exhibit the conduct of dif ferent classes of persons, when distracted between an attachment to their present worldly interest and a regard to their duty. He then presses upon Christians some motives by which they are urged to perform their duty at the expense of worldly sacrifices.

The second sermon is from Neh. vi, 3, I am doing a great work,so that I cannot come down: why should the work cease,whilst I leave it, and come down to you?

The two objects of this discourse are 'to exhibit the characters of some of the numerous enemies of this great work, (the building of the church of Christ) and to point out the duty of those who wish well to spiritual Jerusalem, and especially of her watchmen.'

These discourses will be read with peculiar interest by those who have been acquainted with the peculiar trials experienced by the church and society, at whose request they were delivered, and are now published. We have no room for extracts.

There are a few unguarded expressions to which we should object; but which, we presume, the author would explain to our satisfaction.

RELIGIOUS INTELLIGENCE.

LETTER FROM MRS. NEWELL.

The following letter was written by Mrs. Newell, the wife of one of the American missionaries, to a lady in Boston, and dated at Calcutta in June 1812. Such parts of the letter as convey the same intelligence, as is contained in other letters, are omitted.

"THE last request of my dear Mrs. C. (when quitting the be loved land of my nativity,) and the sincere affection which I feel for her, are my principal inducements for ranking her among the number of my American correspondents.

"I have witnessed scenes this morning calculated to excite the most lively sensations of compassion in the feeling mind. My heart, though so often a stranger to pity, has been pained within me. Weep, O my soul, over the forlorn state of the benighted heathen; and, O that the friends of Immanuel in my Christian country would shake off their criminal slothfulness, and arise for the help of the Lord against the mighty, in lands where the prince of darkness has long been adored. The worship of the great god of the Hindoos has this day been celebrated. We were apprised yesterday at sunset of its near commencement, by the universal rejoicing of the natives, which lasted through the night. This morning we went in a budgerow to see the worship. Between fifteen and twen

A kind of boat.

ty thousand worshippers were assembled. The idol Juggernaut was taken from his pagoda, or temple, and bathed in some water taken from the river Ganges, which they consider sacred, and then replaced in his former situation with shouts of joy and praise. This I did not see, the crowd was so great. After this, the people repaired to the river side, where they bathed in the sacred waters, said their prayers, counted their fingers, poured the muddy water down their infants' throats, and performed many other superstitious ceremonies with the utmost solemnity, and with countenances indicative of the sincerity of their hearts. Many of the females were decked with garlands of flowers, nose jewels, large rings round their wrists, &c. Some deformed wretches and cripples attracted our attention, and excited our compassion. One man, bent almost to the ground, was supported by two of his companions, to the holy Ganges. There he doubtless anticipated to wash away the pollution of his heart, ignorant of the blood of Jesus, which does indeed cleanse from all sin. O that an abler pen than mine would delineate to my dear Mrs. C. this idol worship. Sure, ly her pious heart would be filled with tender sympathy for these benighted Asiatics, and her prayers would become more constant, more fervent, for the introduction and spread of the blessed Gospel among them. Gladly would American believ ers leave the healthy civilized land of their birth, and spend

their lives in preaching Jesus to the natives of sultry heathen India, did they but know how wretched, how ignorant, they are, and how greatly they need the Gospel. Do Christians feel the value of that Gospel which bringeth salvation?

"Let us leave the melancholy subject, and turn to one calculated to fill our minds with holy joy and devout thanksgivings to God? In this land of darkness, where the enemy of souls reigns triumphant, I see the blessedness, the superior excellency of the Christian religion. Yes, my friend, there is in heathen Asia a favored spot, where the dark ness of heathenism is scattered, and the benign influences of the Holy Spirit are felt. Even here, Jesus has a people formed for his praise, redeemed by his precious blood from eternal woe, and made heirs of bliss everlasting. Bless the Lord, O our souls, and all that is within us, bless and praise his holy name. Last Sabbath afternoon I shall ever remember with peculiar emotions. Mr. Ward, a missionary blessed and beloved of our God, preached in Bengalee to a large collection of Hindoos and Mahometans. The dear converted natives appeared to enjoy the precious season greatly. To hear them join in singing one of Zion's songs; to see them kneel before the throne of almighty grace, and listen with eager ness to the word of life, was sufficient to draw tears of joy from eyes which never wept before. After service each dear Christian Hindoo of both sexes came to us with looks expressive of their joy to see new Missionaries; and, offering us their hands,

they seemed to bid us a hearty welcome. I said to myself, such a sight as this would eternally silence the scruples, and the criminal opposition to missions, of every real believer. While such persons would intercede for the success of Missionaries, and praise the Lord for what he has already done for these once degraded wretches, they would weep and repent in dust and ashes for their former criminality. O that every American might be prevented by sovereign grace from opposing or discouraging those who feel willing to engage in this work, lest the blood of the heathen, at the last decisive day, should be required at their guilty hands.

"Last evening, while thousands were preparing for the impure and idolatrous worship of Juggernaut, the native Christians assembled at the missionary chapel for prayer. Their engagedness in prayer, though I could not understand a word they said, made a deep impression on my mind."

Extracts from the journal of Mrs. Newell transmitted to her mother by the Caravan. A journal from the time of leaving her native shores till the commencement of these extracts, was probably put on board the Francis; but the letters by this vessel have not yet arrived.

"JULY 15, 1812. Spent the greater part of this day in my room alone. Mr. N. went to Calcutta this morning to carry letters to the captain of the ship Francis--Went with Mrs. Ward to one of the mission buildings in the garden, to see the rooms intended for us. There are four convenient pretty rooms

with bathing apartments, which they have kindly offered us and our missionary company. In the afternoon called upon Mrs. M.* -The good woman, as usual, busily engaged in her school. How firm a constitution must she have, to occupy a station attended with so many cares. At four P.M. another message from government was received. Mr. N. and J. ordered to appear before the police again, to receive further commands. Mr. J. immediately took the Buggy [chaise] and set out for Calcutta. In the evening, went with Nancy, and Mrs. W.'s family, to the car of Juggernaut, which stands in the road. A huge building five stories high-images painted all over it-two large horses with a charioteer made of wood in front-with many wheels drawn by the natives with large cables. From the car we walked through the Bazar [market] to the temple, where the great god of the Hindoos is now residing-A horrid object indeed!-Not allowed to enter the temple; but could see him plainly a log of wood painted red with large hideous eyesLittle images were kept for sale in the Bazar. We walked through an immense crowd of Hindoos home. Was, confused with the noise and bustle of the place, and excessively wearied with my long walk.

"16th. Called with Mrs. W. upon Mrs. Carapeit, the Armenian. Mr. Carapeit has gone with brother Kristno on a mission to Jessore-will be absent four weeks. Mrs. C. very ill-can only talk Hindostanee. Brother

Mrs. Marshman, we presume.
Mrs. Judson.

J. returned about sun-set-A letter from Mr. Newell. He states that a collection has been made for us among the friends of missions in Calcutta. Mr. Thomason presented 500 rupees already collected.

How dark and intricate are the ways of Providence. We are ordered by government to leave the British territories, and return to America immediately. Capt. H. will be ready to sail in three weeks. He has requested a clearance, but it has been absolutely refused him, unless we engage to leave India with him. Thus is our way hedged upthus are all our prospects blasted. ed. We cannot feel that we are called in Providence to go to Birmah. Every account we have from that savage, barbarous nation confirms us in our opinion, that the way is not prepared for the spread of the Gospel there. The Viceroy would not hesitate to take away our lives for the smallest offence. The situation of a female is peculiarly hazardous. But where else can we go? Must we leave these heathen shores? Must we be the instru ments of discouraging all the attempts of American Christians to give these nations the word of life? My spirit faints within me. These are trials great and unexpected.

9 o'clock. Just returned from family worship in the chapel. My depressed spirits are a little revived. The good Dr. Marshman felt deeply interested for us, and has been interceding in our behalf--Not mine, O Lord, but thy will be done. that the gracious Redemer will I know take care of his own cause, and provide for the wants of his lit

dear Baptist brethren deeply interested for us. Fervent were their prayers that God would difered-three hymns sung-one rect our steps! Four prayers of. chapter read. were all calculated to comfort The exercises our hearts.

tle flock. How consoling this--I will trust him and doubt no more. 17th. I find that writing has become quite pleasant, now I am alone. My natural cheerfulness has returned, and I hope I shall never again make myself unhappy by anticipating future evils, and distrusting the care of my heavenly Father. I have been taking a solitary walk in the mission garden--a charming`re treat from the bustle of the world. How happy would a walk with my dear absent mother, or dear brothers and sisters, make me: and yet as much as I long for their society, I am not willing to return to them. Yes, I am positively unwilling to go to America, unless I am confident that God has no work for me to do here. How far preferable to me would be an obscure corner of this paganland, where the wretch-afternoon in Bengalee. Monthed idolaters would listen to the Gospel of Jesus, to all the glittering splendor of a civilized land.

18th. My dear Mr. N. returned last evening fatigued in body and depressed in mind. There is now no alternative left but a return to America, or a settlement among some savage tribe, where our lives would be in constant danger. Lord, we are oppressed; graciously undertake for us. We know not which way to direct our steps. O that the Harmony would arrive. All these things are against us. Insurmountable obstacles attend us side. Pity us, O ye friends of on every Immanuel; pity our perplexed situation, and intercede with the prayer-hearing Redeemer for direction in the path of duty

A prayer-meeting in the mis sion chapel on our account-the

"I hear the distant sound of heathen voices. These miseragaged in some act of idol wor ble wretches are probably enship; perhaps in conveying the log of wood, which they call Juggernaut, to his former place the chapel this evening. The of residence.A conference in bell calls us to breakfast at 8 in the morning. ter, we have worship in the chapImmediately afcl. At half past one we dinechapel again. Sabbath morning at 7 drink tea-go directly to the and evening service in English

lyprayer-meeting, Monday morning. Weekly prayer-meeting, Tuesday evening. A lecture for ing. A conference, Saturday the children, Wednesday evenevening.

yesterday morning; Mr. Ward "20th. Mr. Judson preached in Bengalee, afternoon; Mr. Newell in the evening. Some good people from Calcutta present at worship a large collection of hearers-all very attenday from Calcutta-Brought us tive. Dr. Marshman returned tovived our spirits a little. Has some intelligence which has reRickets, the secretary, about us. had some conversation with Mr. He said the Caravan should have leave to depart, if we would engage to leave the British terri might have leave to go to the Isle tories, and that possibly we of France or Madagascar. So,

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