deep fenfe of fin, and looked to that Lord by whofe merts alone finners could be faved. He defired me to call in the other gentleman, who likewise affifted him to move the heart of the poor youth: but the Doctor's words were the moft pathetic and effectual. He lifted up his hands, and cried out, O Lord Jefus, have mercy on us, and give, O give unto him, my fellow-finner, that as we fuffer together, we may go together to heaven!' His converfation to this poor youth was fo moving, that tears flowed from the eyes of all prefent. "He prayed God to blefs his friends who were prefent with him, and to give his bleffings to all his brethren the clergy; that he would pour out his Spirit upon them, and make them true minifters of Jesus Chrift, and that they might follow the divine precepts of their heavenly Mafter.. Turning to one who stood near him, he ftretched out his hand, and faid, Now, my dear friend, speculation is at an end; all must be real! what poor ignorant beings we are! He prayed for the Magdalens, and wifhed they were there, to fing for him the 23d Pfalm. "After he had waited fome time for the officers, he asked what o'clock it was; and being told that it was half an hour after eight, he faid, I wish they were ready, for I long to be gone.' He requefted of his friends, who were in tears about him, to pray for him : to which he was anfwered by two of them,We pray more than language can utter. He replied, I believe it.' "At length he was fummoned to go down into a part of the yard which is inclofed from the reft of the goal, where the two unhappy convicts and the friends of the Doctor were alone. On his feeing two prifoners looking out of the windows, he went to them and exhorted them fo pathetically, that they both wept abundantly. He faid once, I am now a spectacle to men, and shall loon be a fpectacle to angels." "Juft before the fheriff's officers came with the halters, one who was walking with him told him that there was yet a little folemnity he muft pafs through before he he went out. He asked, What is that?' You will be bound.' He looked up, and faid, 'Yet I am free; my freedom is there,' pointing upwards. He bore it with Chriftian patience, and beyond what might be expected; and when the men offered to excufe tying his hands, he defired them to do their duty, and thanked them for their kindness. After he was bound, I offered to affift him with my arm in conducting him through the yard, where feveral people were affembled to fee him; but he replied, No, I am as firm as a rock.'-As he paffed along the yard, the spectators and prifoners wept and bemoaned him; and he, in return, prayed God to bleís them. "On the way to execution he confoled himself in reflecting and speaking on what Chrift had fuffered for him: lamenting the depravity of human nature, which made fanguinary laws neceffary; and faid he could gladly have died in the prifon-yard, as being led out to public execution tended greatly to distress him. He defired me to read to him the 51ft Pfalm, and alfo pointed out an admirable penitential prayer from Roffel's Prifoner's Director. He prayed again for the King and likewise for the people. "When he came near the street where he formerly dwelt, he was much affected, and wept. He said probably his tears would feem to be the effect of cowar dice, but it was a weaknefs he could not well help; and added, he hoped he was going to a better home. "When he arrived at the gallows, he afcended the cart, and spoke to his fellow-fufferer. He then prayed, not only for himself, but also for his wife, and the un fortunate youth that fuffered with him; and declaring that he died in the true faith of the gospel of Chrift, in perfect love and charity with all mankind, and with thankfulnefs to his friends, he was launched into eternity, emploring mercy for his foul for the fake of his bleffed Redeemer." His corpfe, on the Monday following, was carried to Cowley, in Buckinghamshire, and depofited in the church there. THOUGHTS COMMENCED SUNDAY EVENING, EIGHT O'CLOCK.* Feb. 23, 1777. WEEK THE FIRST. The Imprisonment. MY friends are gone! Harsh on its fullen hinge The dire keys clang, with movement dull and flow But wherefore fastened? Oh still stronger bonds Yet what's difgrace with man? or all the ftings Of keenest malice, levell'd from the bow Of human inquifition ?-if the God, Who knows the heart, looks with complacence down Repentance bursting from the earth-bent eye, The hour when they lock up in this dismal place, B Affift Affift me! With thy ray of light divine Than that more fearful-tho' how fearful that As my first wish (thou know'st the heart) has been, To guide, perfuade to that celeftial reft, But one, fave one?-Oh, what a reft is this! And penitential fweetnels*! 'Tis the found, Thofe hours are gone! and here, from heaven fhut out, And And heavenly works like thefe on this lov'd day, The difmal clang of chains; the hoarse rough fhout Of mifery and vice, in fearful din Impetuous mingled; while my frighted mind My fickly cheeks; and whirling thought confus'd Not know? Alas! too well it strikes my heart, Emphatical it speaks! while dungeons, chains, And bars and bolts proclaim the mournful truth, "Ah what a wretch thou art! how funk, how fall'n "*From what high state of blifs, into what woe!" Fall'n from the topmoft bough that plays in air E'en of the tallest cedar; where aloft Proud happiness her towering eyrie built; Give me the angel's clarion !-Let me found, The creatures of thy hand, thy feeble fons, • Milton's Par. Loft, B. 5. P. 549+ B 2 Know' |