have referred; but if you neglect the religion of Jesus Christ, you will be as really damned as the Infidel.

The case we have referred to above, is another proof of the truth of our proposition, that unconverted men are afraid to die. Death we said is God's police officer, and he is abroad; may seize you at any moment, and say, "Come away, you are God's prisoner!" and you must go. Oh! if you are not ready!

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Will you come and meet me at two o'clock, in the school room? I wish you were as willing to meet me as I am willing to meet you. I wish you were as willing to be pardoned as God is to pardon you.

THE SECOND PROPOSITION IS, THAT A CHRISTIAN IS NOT AFRAID TO DIE.

Death to him is a physical dissolution. It is a spiritual victory. We have visited death beds where the poor fellows could not move an arm or a foot, but it was peace; he was going to die like a little child, and in death he triumphs.

There was a dying chief in Scotland, belonging to one of the Scotch clans; a friend wanted to see him. No! he could not be seen, he did not want to be seen but in armour. The friend was importunate, he must see him. Well, if he must see me, buckle on my armour.-They raised him up in bed, and buckled on his armour; he saw his friend, and lay down to die. The Christian dies in armour.

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Addison, when he was about to die, said to a young man young libertine I believe he was), "Come and see how a Christian can die." The Christian dies in confidence.

There is a monument erected to General Wolfe, and on it is inscribed the words," Here died Wolfe victorious!" If they would put up a monument where every Christian dies, the earth would be full of monuments. He dies victorious! Hallelujah! hallelujah!

There is sometimes hard struggling about death. I knew a blessed woman about to die, yet she was afraid. A friend said to her, "Why what are you afraid of?" She replied, "I am not afraid to die." But the death struggle" Why, sister, your hands are cold, the blood is going away from under your nails; you are just now dying!" She praised God, and died peacefully and triumphantly. Bless God!

Many children in the Sunday Schools which are to be found in this land, as nurseries for heaven, are saved from

the fear of death. The Sunday School children can play with the lion's mane. Isaiah, 11 c. 8 v.-"And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice's den." Old men have been saved from the fear of death. When the almond tree flourishes, the grasshopper is a burden, desire fails, and they are afraid of that which is high, and of things that may be in their way; but they are not afraid to die; some of them die gloriously.

In the state of Massachusetts, there was an old saint; he had preached the truth for thirty years. This old servant of God went to die among his own children; one day he looked very solemn; no wonder; it is a solemn thing to die. His son came to him and said, "Father, are you afraid to die ?" "No, Samuel," said he, "I have been prepared for death for thirty years.' When he was brought near to the verge, in the last conflict, foot to foot with the enemy, he cried out, "O glorious, glorious !"

In Baltimore there was a physician, one of God's saints; he was not afraid to kneel down by his patients, he gave medicine for the soul, as well as the body; and when he lay down to die, he said, "I am as happy as I can live, hallelujah, hallelujah!" The room was ringing with the praises of God. One of the physicians came to him and said, Doctor, we know you are happy, but we think you will shorten life if you shout; so whisper, whisper Doctor." "Let angels whisper! Let angels whisper! Let angels whisper! But if I had a voice as loud as seven thunders, I would make the world hear."

Females are saved from the fear of death; delicate and nervous females have had the mind braced up for the last conflict: one of them, when brought near the close of life, said, "I am not afraid, I see the grave, I see the worm, but I see my Jesus; I am happy, bless God, my soul is happy." That is how females can die, bless God.

There was a disease in North America,—an epidemic; some thought the Lord would save our pastor, but oh! the epidemic spread, the pastor was seized, and his wife too. For a good man some would even dare to die, and there were those who would have been willing to die that the pastor might live, but the Lord did not see good that it should be so; but the servant of God was willing to die, and

O! how triumphant as he lay! They are coming; they are coming; they are coming! Glory, glory, glory! His wife was in the other room, she appeared to be dosing; they heard a voice coming out of the room, and she was saying, "Is that he? Is that he? Is he gone?" They replied, "Yes, triumphant he is gone." "When did he die? was he triumphant ?" "Yes, triumphant." He is gone; now I am happy, I have done my work. I will follow now.

Bless the Lord.

Amen.

Let us pray.-Prayer.-Singing.

QUENCHING THE SPIRIT.

Wesley Chapel, Nottingham.-Hymns Sung: Pages 663, and 595; Chaunt, page 279.-Lesson, Ezekiel, 33 c. On reading the 11th verse he observed, "Now sinner, you need not go to hell without you like." He called the attention of those who think nobody can fall from grace to the 13th verse:- "When I shall say to the righteous, not to the self-righteous, but to the truly converted." He pressed the idea upon the conscience. On the 15th verse, he pointed out the doctrine of restitution.

1 Thessalonians, 5 c. 19 v.-Quench not the spirit.

"Don't kill yourself," once wrote a gentleman to a minister who was labouring zealously for God, " Don't kill yourself!" he wrote at the bottom of a long sheet in large letters. You may say to me, "Don't make so much ado about religion;" "don't kill yourself."

We must do the work of God, the consequence be what it will; and if we should die a few years sooner it will be all right, we should be happy, and the work would go on, as Charles Wesley observes: "God buries his workmen, and carries on his work." But to the point. Every one of you has his own particular way of sinning. Some are in the habit of neglecting the house of God; you say you worship God in the great Temple, under the canopy of heaven. If you had

been in Palestine you would have objected to the building of the Temple.

I shall meet you at the day of judgment, and I hope you will have to bless God, that you and a stranger met together in Wesley Chapel. If you cannot go with me in my remarks all the way, go with me as far as you can, and may God bless

you.

The passage I have chosen as a text, has been impressed on my mind this day, with very solemn weight,Quench not the Spirit! Quench not the Spirit! Quench not the Spirit!

I. THE SPIRIT'S OPERATIONS ARE TRUE.

I see now before my imagination, a range of mountains that I crossed a few months ago, the Alpine mountains. There are awful precipices on that Alpine range. There is a solitary about to cross that range of mountains; it is midnight, there is no moon, there are no stars to be seen, it is pitchy dark. The solitary takes his lamp, it is well trimmed, he knows its value, for he knows the darkness of the night, the narrowness of the way, and the precipices on the right and on the left; but his friend comes to him just at starting, and says, Take care of your lamp, for if you put it out you will be in a most dangerous place. Quench not the light, quench not the light!

Sinner, the way to heaven is over the mountains, the way is narrow and difficult, the night is dark, but with the light of truth, and the light of the Spirit, you may find your way and land safe in the fair regions of heaven. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Now backslider, you were converted about ten years ago, it may be, and if ever any body was happy, you were; but you have yielded to the devil, and allowed the light to go out.

I told you this morning that providence was God in motion,-God in nature, and nature is true. There is a certainty about the laws of nature. The laws of attraction, répulsion, adhesion, and gravitation are to be relied upon, because they are the laws of God. God is true in his oper ations, his designs are perfect; and if I can depend upon his motions, cannot I depend upon his words. Why should I depend upon his motions producing spring and summer, harvest and winter, and not depend upon the words of his

mouth?

Do you think he is a dumb God? Do you think he

has no voice?

God has spoken, He has caused his words to be written down in a book-the Bible. There is no book professing to come from God but this. This book is the expression of his mouth, they are the words of God's mind. There is no other book throughout the intellectual world that comes from God; and as there is a certainty in the laws of nature, so there is a certainty in the word of God. There is a certainty in the Spirit of God.

Shall I relate to you a part of my own experience, not what I have heard or read in dusty books, but what I have known in my own experience? This little head of mine had been very busy to get as much knowledge as possible, in preparing for the ministry-all very right in its place. The Lord took me aside. I did not see a vision; I did not hear a voice, but the impression was made deeply upon my mind.1st. The absolute necessity of praying more earnestly and constantly. 2nd. That without the Spirit of God attending my ministry, I should be as a tree without fruit, and as clouds without rain.

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It was a stray leaf on one of the mountains in America, that was the means in the hands of God, of producing that change which from that time was to be observed. words upon that stray leaf were written in England, by Dr. Adam Clark. Little did he think that those words would be wafted on to the mountains in America, and be made an instrument of so much good.

Perhaps some of you are saying, do you recollect the words? I do; they were these:- "All this scriptural and rational preaching will be useless without the Spirit of God. "Without the Holy Ghost we are but as a sounding brass,' and a tinkling cymbal: but with the Holy Ghost the word must be effective; sinners must be converted."-These words' of God must be guarded, because under a luminous burning agency, a man may grieve the spirit, and go to hell at last.

God's winds wafted the Doctor's remarks across to the American shores, they were transferred from the leaves of the book and written with the spirit of God. On the leaves of this poor memory of mine, there was then a great important truth written; now see the deep and wonderful counsel of this same spirit, first sending a passage across the ocean,