prayer. Often, while watching with him, he said, “We will pray." The last time I attempted to pray with our dear father was when he was dying. I kneeled by the side of his bed as he desired. It was pleasing to pray once more with our dear father. He appeared sensible of what was uttered.

Your sister with affection.

During his long illness, the people of his pastoral charge paid him the most affectionate and respectful attentions. His brethren in the ministry were constantly resorting to his house, to make inquiries respecting his situation, to administer the consolations of the gospel, or to catch the falling mantle of the departing saint.

His funeral was attended on the following Monday, when a large concourse of people and several ministers of the gospel convened. The Reverend David Wilson led in prayer before the corpse was removed from the dwelling. The public services at the church began by singing the 75th hymn of the 2d book of Watts, which had been selected by a favourite grandchild of the deceased. The Reverend John Whiton preached a sermon adapted to the mournful occasion, from Phil i., 23: "For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a de sire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far bet ter." The Reverend Mr. Drury gave a brief sketch of the life and character of the deceased. The hymn composed by the deceased was sung agreeably to his request. And they took up the body, and went and buried it.

The following record was entered on the minutes of the Rutland Consociation :—

"Whereas Rev. Lemuel Haynes has been connected with this Consociation from its organization, and has

laboured long and usefully in the service of our Saviour; and whereas he has been called during the past year, as we trust, to his crown in heaven;

"Resolved, That we affectionately cherish his memory, and record on our minutes this tribute of our respect."

At his grave a plain marble monument is erected, with a brief inscription. It was not known to his friends at the time of its erection, that, although he had left but few records of his life, yet he had left, in his own handwriting, the following inscription for his tombstone, prepared probably when he was in the meridian of his days:

"An epitaph to be put upon my tombstone.

"HERE LIES THE DUST OF A POOR Hell-deservING SINNER, WHO VENTURED INTO ETERNITY TRUSTING WHOLLY ON THE MERITS OF CHRIST FOR SALVATION. IN THE FULL BELIEF OF THE GREAT DOCTRINES HE PREACHED WHILE ON EARTH, HE INVITES HIS CHILDREN, AND ALL WHO READ THIS, TO TRUST THEIR ETERNAL INTEREST ON THE SAME FOUNDATION.

"LEMUEL HAYNES,"

6x WHO DIED"

September 28th, 1833.

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LOVE IN DEATH.

"I love my wife, I love my children, but I love my Saviour better than all."-Dying testimony of Rev. Lemuel Haynes.

The following lines were kindly furnished for this volume by Miss A. D. WOODBRIDGE.

'Twas silent all around that dying bed,

Tho' to its deepest source the fount of thought
Within each heart was stirred.

Prostrate there lay

The man of God, who to his Master's work
Had gone unceasing forth, while time rolled on,
Full half a hundred years. Ay, longer still,
He had not ceased to cry, to lift the voice,
And show the people their transgressions all
And then to point to Jesus as the way,
The truth, and life, for erring, sinful man.

;

'Twas silent all! for there was heard no voice
Of wailing or remorse: No half-formed prayers
For mercy, slighted long-no fruitless plea
To the destroying angel. Not a sigh
Escaped those lips; and on that reverend brow
No cloud was darkly brooding. No! his eye
Was bright, e'en now, as if it caught a ray
Of heavenly glory; and his ear seemed turned
To catch the rustling of that angel's wing,
Who came to bear him to his far-off home,
Where God unveils his glory ;—where the hosts
Of blissful spirits bow, and strike with joy,
With bliss unutterable, their golden harps!

He knew that soon the messenger would come-
He felt his work was ended. On his soul
Press'd heavily the weight of fourscore years:
And soon, ah! soon, he knew the silver cord
Of life would part asunder. Yet, e'en now,
He felt his anchor sure, and calmly he
Had laid him down to die.

'Twas silent all!

Save now and then a stifled sob of grief,

Or half-check'd sigh, told of the swelling hearts

Who formed that sorrowing group. They press'd around

To gaze once more, as if upon the wreck

Of their long-cherished hopes :-to meet once more

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Affection's fondest glance. 'Twas then his eye
Was dimmed with tear-drops, as he looked on each
Among that household band. "Twas then a shade
Pass'd o'er his wasted features, and the chords
Of strong affection stirr'd within his breast.
Yet even then he asked not longer life,
But gently raised his hand, as to invoke
A parting blessing-looked once more on all,
And then exclaimed, "I love my wife full well,-
I love my children dear,—but more than all,
Far more, I love my Saviour!"

This was love!

Love even unto death.

REMINISCENCES OF THE LATE REV. LEMUEL HAYNES. BY A FRIEND.*

My acquaintance with this extraordinary man commenced in the autumn of 1819. He was then the minister of the Congregational church in Manchester, Vermont, and about sixty-four years of age. I had heard much of his eccentricities for many years, and his celebrity, as the successful antagonist of Ballou (the champion of universalism), had awakened my curiosity to see him.

Being called to minister to a neighbouring congregation, my curiosity was no sooner gratified than it began to be lost in the intimacies of a Christian friendship, which continued without interruption, excepting by our removal to more distant fields of labour, during the remainder of his days. For several years he was my neighbour, my friend, and one of the most esteemed and venerated counsellors of my youth in the ministry. My recollections of him are, of course, mingled with a feeling of affectionate respect for his character as a whole, which merges the prejudices of taste, and throws an air of comeliness over the person even of my departed and venerated friend. I feel incompetent to do justice to his rare and varied excellences. Yet the existing social disabilities of the African race in this country are such, that it seems especially incumbent on us to hold up, as encouragements to the depressed and neglected, the example of those few indi

* Rev. Dr. Peters, of New-York,