earthly interests, forsaking father and mother, and hazarding life itself, for the cause of Christ. Oh, in the heart of the Christian a deep and overflowing fountain has been opened, flowing out to all the world. There is not the wreck of humanity it will not pity; there is not an infected prison it will not enter; there is not a pestilential climate or an inhospitable region it will not visit; there is no peril of robbers, nor peril of the sea, nor peril of false brethren, nor hunger, nor thirst, it will not hazard in behalf of human redemption.'

"After Mr. Day had resided here for several years, a mission was established by the Northern Baptist Board of Missions, with which he became connected, and in the service of which, for a number of years, he was abundant in labors. The principal seat of the operations of that Board was in the county of Grand Bassa. Frequently have we sat and heard him recite for hours together the interesting and instructive incidents of those laborious, painful and hazardous tours which he repeatedly made for hundreds of miles into the interior, preaching and teaching the people. And there are now to be found, scattered all over that country, delightful fruits of his labors. Taking the city of Buchanan as a centre, and with a radius of sixty or seventy miles, describe a semi-circle, and there is no point to which you can go within that semi-circle where the name of John Day is not a household word; and at many points you will readily recognize precious evidences of his toils and efforts.

"Mr. Day subsequently became connected with the Southern Baptist Convention, who have established missions throughout Liberia, at Sierra Leone, and in Central Africa. For several years and up to the hour of his death, he filled the responsible position of Superintendent of their Missions in Liberia and at Sierra Leone, and prosecuted to the utmost of his ability the arduous duties of that station of trust."

Mr. Day was an ardent patriot, and fulfilled many public duties, as a counsellor, soldier, and Chief Justice; in the last position, he exhibited much ability. He was prominent among those who declared the Independence and laid the foundations of the Liberian Republic. In allusion to the energy of these Fathers of the Republic, Mr. Blyden exclaims:

"Let us emulate their noble actions. Let us not be content to live and die without doing something to ameliorate the condition of our down-trodden race. Oh, let us not be drones in the great hive of humanity!

"In the world's broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life;

Be not like dumb driven cattle,

Be ye heroes in the strife."

"But we must return from our digression. Not only was Mr. Day laborious and diligent in qualifying himself for the public duties which he was so frequently called upon to perform, but he assiduously

endeavored to fit himself for usefulness in the more private scenes of life. In that part of Liberia where he spent the greater portion of his time, there was seldom any physician, yet there were frequently cases among the people which needed medical attention. Mr. Day, therefore, gave himself, in addition to his numerous other studies, to the reading of medical works and to the study of the natural sciences, that he might fit himself for ordinary practice. He soon acquired a sufficient knowledge of pathological principles and of therapeutics to enable him to be a very useful practitioner among the poor of his neighborhood. He willingly went from house to house, administering relief to the sick, healing the diseases of the body, and endeavoring to bind up the wounds of the spirit. Not a little of his earnings was expended in unwearied services among the poor and afflicted. By his well-bred gentility, the cordiality of his manners, and his sympathy with their griefs, he won the esteem and love of all around him. The sick and the afflicted, the poor and needy, were satisfied that he was their friend; and in the very humblest of their tenements he was met with exhibitions of their warmest welcome. In these private and retired acts, we have the most complete demonstration of the greatness of his spirit.

"The drying of a single tear has more

Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore."

"We make a great mistake when we confine deeds of eminence to public scenes and magnificent occasions. It is often in the loneliness of a limited social or domestic circle, and in the discharge of the most common-place duty, that the greatest self-denial has to be exercised. Men in obscure stations, of whom the world never hears, may have hardest tasks to perform, and the greatest sacrifices to make, in the cause of God and religion. We should not lavish all our applause and admiration on such as stand foremost in the ranks of philanthropists, and whose names stand prominently forth as having done and suffered much to alleviate human suffering. We should not confine the honors of a true philanthropy to those who, in the sight, and amid the applauses of thousands, pour out of their abundance in the cause of charity. We conceive that he, who, sequestered from the gaze of the multitude little and unknown,' distributes daily and habitually of his earnings to satisfy the needs of an indigent neighborhood, is to the full as deserving as he whose thousands, abstracted from a large and constantly increasing heap, are bestowed in the vicinity of a newspaper office."

We must conclude these extracts from this excellent address with one or two notices of the last hours of Mr. Day:

"This earnest desire for long life Mr. Day experienced; but only that he might exert himself for the glory of God and the benefit of his fellow men. Hence his activities were unceasing, under all circumstances of health or sickness, if he could only stir. We have frequently seen him wending his weary way to some church meeting

when, judging from his looks, he ought to have been in bed. And we have again and again seen his worn and feeble form in the school room, bending over some obtuse intellect, striving to impart an important idea, when he seemed to be in the last stage of debility. ** He was influenced by a deep conviction that he had a great deal to do and a short time to do it in. In his indefatigable exertions to serve his day and generation, he has left us a noble example.

"O think how, to his latest day

When death, just hovering claimed his prey,

With Palinure's unaltered mood,

Firm at his dangerous post he stood:

Each call for needful rest repelled,

With dying hand the rudder held,
Till, in his fall, with fateful sway,

The steerage of the realm gave way."

"A few months previous to his last illness he seemed to have conceived a presentiment of the approach of his latter end. But he did not as usual express any desire to live. He seemed to have no fears at all of dying. He viewed death, and spoke of his own dissolution with perfect indifference-not indeed, with the indifference of the Stoic-but with the composure and unruffled calmness peculiar to the Christian.

"On Sunday, the 6th of February, he came, as was his custom, when able to walk, to this house, where a large and eager congregation was anxiously waiting to hear the words of wisdom and counsel which were wont to fall from his lips. He conducted the preliminary exercises with his usual ease and dignity; but alas! the 'silver cord was loosed' and his audience knew it not. When he arose to announce his text, he was seized with such weakness as rendered him wholly unable to proceed: having been taken home, he went to bed, but from that bed he rose no more. On the 15th of February his spirit was summoned to eternal realities. The last assembly he met on earth was an assembly of God's people, with whom he was essaying to worship. In a few days after, his spirit mingled with that illustrious and noble army of martyrs, who

"We know that he was not at all dismayed as he stood, conscious of approaching dissolution, on the very verge of eternity. Oh, no. But over its dark and untravelled vastness he cast a fearless eye; and, as he saw himself hastening

❝ to join

The innumerable caravan, that moves

To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

He went not like the quarry slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon: but sustained and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approached his grave

Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch

About him and lies down to pleasant dreams."

DEATH OF JUDGE M'LEAN.

This eminent man has recently entered the eternal habitations of the Just. From a brief tribute to his character in the New York Advocate and Journal, we learn that he was a native of Morris County, New Jersey, that he was early distinguished for his talents, that he was admitted to the Bar at Lebanon, Ohio, in 1807, then but 22 years of age, that five years later he was elected to Congress, and gave his support to the Administration of Mr. Madison, that he was re-elected in 1814, that in 1816 he accepted a seat in the Supreme Court of Ohio, that in 1822 he was appointed by Mr. Monroe Commissioner of the General Land Office, and by the same Administration made Postmaster General in 1823. He was appointed by General Jackson one of the Judges of the Supreme Court in 1830, and ably fulfilled the duties of this office to the day of his death. Judge McLean, throughout his long public career, commanded the respect and confidence of all who knew him. Says the Christian Advocate:

"Full of history, of incident, and of philosophy, he was a most interesting companion; logical, impartial, and learned, he was an able judge; republican, temperate, clear in his political opinions, he was a favorite of the people; sober, yet fervent, considerate, yet trustful, strong in his ecclesiastical attachments, yet kind and catholic in his spirit, firm as a rock, yet humble as a little child, he was a model Christian.

"In early life he was skeptical; but it was his good fortune to marry a lady (a daughter of Dr. Edwards) who was a member of the M. E. Church, and through whose transparent life he daily read such beautiful epistles,' written by the spirit upon her loving heart, that his doubts were dissipated, and it needed only that his mind should be turned to the Scriptures in order to bring him to the feet of Jesus. There he sat for the rest of his life. He was never ashamed to own his Lord. He delighted to kneel though others stood; to speak, though others were silent; and to pray, though others were prayerless. His counsels, his spirit, and his example have been invaluable to our Church. Every where he was a pacificator; he mourned over the division of the Church; he advised compromise in regard to the property when division occurred; he lamented over our subsequent distractions, yet he never faltered in principle."

VIEW OF OUR COUNTRY, BY AN AFRICAN MISSIONARY.

The Rev. J. BUSHNELL, a missionary of the American Board, writes from Fernando Po, West Africa, January 30, 1861:

"The intelligence which reached us by this mail, of the disunion movement in some parts of the South, causes us much solicitude. Our sins as a nation are many and aggravated, and if God should punish us by sore judgments, we could not complain. But He is merciful and gracious, and I trust, in answer to the prayers of His people, He may yet interpose to save us from disunion, and especially from the horrors of a bloody civil war. Let all the people of God humble themselves before Him, and trust implicitly to the same kind Providence that brought our fathers triumphantly through the revolutionary struggle, and has since so often interposed to save us from anarchy and ruin. Surely it is a time for all the wise and good to be active, vigilant, and importunate in prayer. I still trust that there is moral influence sufficient in our country to save it from the threatening evils. With anxiety we shall wait for our next mail, a month hence, hoping to have more peaceful news. We shall return to Gaboon in a few days, and resume our work, which was being attended with considerable encouragement when we left. We observed the second week in January as a time of special prayer, and we trust that in answer to prayer rich blessings may descend upon us."

SHIP MARY CAROLINE STEVENS.

The EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE of the American Colonization Society have postponed the departure of the Mary Caroline Stevens for Liberia, until the 1st of November next.

RECEIPTS OF AMERICAN COLONIZATION SOCIETY, From the 20th March to the 20th April, 1861.