consistent and devoted member of the Methodist society. Her character was especially marked by strict integrity, and by firm unwavering attachment to the ministry and ordinances of Methodism. In her last illness her mind was divinely supported; and though suddenly called to her reward, her friends rejoice in the assurance that she is now with God. W. W. S. As a Dec. 6th.-At Wakefield, aged thirty-six years, Harriet, the beloved wife of Martin Wice. At the age of fifteen she was brought to a saving knowledge of God; and to the end of life she held fast the beginning of her confidence. Christian professor she was consistent; as a wife and a mother, faithful and affectionate; and in these, as well as in every other relation of life she adorned the doctrine of Christ. Her last affliction was long, and very severe; but "the joy of the Lord was her strength." She retained to the last the most perfect resignation to the divine will, and died in the full assurance of hope. T. H. Dec. 7th.-At Laleston, in the Cardiff Circuit, aged thirty-six, Mary Ann, the wife of D. W. Davies, and daughter of Edward Powell, Esq., of Banlahan, in the county of Cork. She had been a member of the Wesleyan society six years. About a year ago, she was called to pass through deep family affliction, when four of her children were taken away by the small-pox. With Christian patience and resignation she submitted to the hand of God. On Wednesday, the 6th, she was seized with apoplexy, and in She twenty-four hours afterwards was a corpse. was an affectionate wife; and as a mother, she was most anxious for the salvation of her children. J. S. Dec. 14th.-At Malton, Mr. W. Thurnham, aged sixty-five. For twenty years he had been a most exemplary and devout member of the Wesleyan society, and for seven years a muchesteemed Class-Leader. He was of a peaceable disposition, regular in his attendance on divine worship, a Christian indeed; and the general expression in the town, and in the society, is, "He was a good man." His illness was short and painful; but his mind was upborne by divine grace; and he resigned his spirit to God C. H. in the assured hope of eternal life. Dec. 18th.-At Malton, Mrs. Rymer, aged seventy-seven. For fifteen years she had been a consistent member of the Wesleyan society. She was a woman of retired habits; yet her attendance on the public means of grace and class-meeting was regular. No weather, nor company, nor domestic engagements, were allowed by her to detain her from the ordinances of God. Her devotedness to him was sincere. She was a Her illness was gracious woman." endured with perfect resignation to the divine will; and she finished her course, saying, "I have hold of the promises;" "I am upon the H. C. right foundation." POETRY. MOSES'S SONG. DEUTERONOMY XXXI. HEAR, O ye heavens! and thou, O earth, attend: My speech as dew distil; as the small rain, Jehovah's name I will declare and bless ; A God of truth without iniquity, And just and right is he. Corrupting their own way, Lo! they have gone astray; Children of sin, they bear a stain abhorr'd; When to the nations the Most High the lands Bidding the sons of Adam separate, He set their bounds, disposed their bands, And still their portion did await His people Israel; For Jacob is his chosen heritage. He found him in a desert land, And kept and shelter'd from distress. Her young and helpless offspring brings, And by the blessing of his God, On the high places of the earth he trod, Upon the increase of the fields to feed : Honey for him the very rock bestow'd, Oil from the flinty rock abundant flow'd: Butter of kine, and milk of sheep to eat, He gave him, and the richest of the wheat, And Bashan's flocks were his abundant food, And thou didst drink the ripe grape's purest blood. But soon Jeshurun's heart Wax'd fat; O recompence unmeet! In his rebellion trod : The Rock of his salvation to despise. Thus they provoked the high and holy One, Gods, whom your fathers fear'd not, they adored; Thou hast forgot. And when he had beheld it he abhorr'd: Because his children wander'd thus astray, As they have moved with that which is not God And anger'd me with all their vanities, So shall they feel my rod. Them will I move to jealousy with those Who are no people, those whom they despise : A fire is kindled in my wrath, which glows Even in the depths; the earth and her increase It shall consume, nor cease 'Till the foundations of the mountains flame. So will I heap mischiefs upon their race, My arrows shall destroy their name Within their dwelling-place: Hunger shall burn them, burning heat devour, The wild beasts' teeth, the serpents' poison slay; The sword without, and terror in their heart: The young, the aged-thus the low, the high, And lest their adversaries say, It is Our hand alone, and not the Lord's, hath done all this. O nation void of counsel still! O were they wise to understand The present hope, the future ill, How should one, then, a thousand chase! the might The foe with all his powers: Except their Rock had sold them, and their Lord Surely their rock is not as ours; Of that which conquer'd them: From Sodom's root their vine arose, A fruit accursed that none shall bless, Whose grapes are gall, whose clusters bitterness. The dragon's poison mingles in their wine; In my remembrance ever, not in vain ; In the due time, their foot, though sure, shall slide; For their calamity comes swift and strong, The things that shall o'ertake them haste along. The Lord shall judge his people, he shall break He shall repent him for his servants' sake, The gods in whom they trusted, where are they? See now that I, even I, am he; I kill, I make alive, I wound, I heal, none shares with me Out of my hand it is not given To any to deliver; For I lift up my hand to heaven, And say, I live for ever! If I should unto judgment rise, And whet my glittering sword, I will repay my enemies, And all my foes reward: Drunk with their blood mine arrows I will make, My sword their flesh devour: Rejoice, ye nations, for his people's sake; He on his foes, that hour, Shall render vengeance; merciful will he LONDON:-Printed by James Nichols, 46, Hoxton-square. H. W. J. |