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A companion to the holy Bible; being Dr. Wells's historical geogra phy of scripture, revised, corrected and improved; with geographical excursions, intended to ascertain certain facts of importance. Accompanied by maps, plans, views, medals, and other plates suitable to the subject, and illustrative of the religion, and incidental peculiarities of places mentioned in scripture.-Of the maps of this work, some are outlines representing the ancient state of various parts; others are finished, representing the same countries in their modern state. Many of the plates will be taken from medals of the cities referred to, from whence their deities may be ascertained; which will shew

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at the same time what idols the Isra elites were seduced to worship, and what opponents the Christian religion had to overthrow at its first promulgation.-Of this work there will be two editions: one on common paper, in shilling numbers, crown octavo, pocket size; published monthly; will be complete in two vols. Another on fine paper, in five shilling parts, demy quarto, each containing three shilling numbers; published every three months; will be complete in one volume. The second part of this companion will contain the history of the sacred books, the lives of the writers, remarks on their styles of composition, &c. C. Taylor. Lon

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Obituary.

A Memoir of the Rev. JONAS CLARK, whose death has been already announced.

He was born at Newton, on the 25th of December, 1730, graduated at the neighbouring University in 1752, and on the fifth of November, 1755, succeeded the aged and venerable HANCOCK, in the pastoral care of the church and congregation in Lexington. Here, through the course of half a century, he approved himself an able and faithful minister of the New-Testament. Receiving the charge of a people, long accustomed to gospel order, he was laudably ambitious to lead them on in the good old paths, trodden by our pious ancestors. He regarded the usages which had prevailed during the ministry of his predecessor, as models for his own. Indeed the mantle of the ascended prophet apparently rested on his successor. The spirit of primitive Christianity displayed through the long lite of the former, was exhibited afresh in that of the latter. Mr. CLARK was wholly devoted to the duties of his sacred calling, and by reading, meditation and prayer, became mighty in the scriptures, rightly dividing them, giving to every one their portion in due season, supplying milk for babes, and strong meat for those of full stature ; feeding, with equal care, the lambs

as well as the sheep. His public dis courses consisted, not of learned discussions on speculative or metaphysic al subjects, nor yet of dry lectures on heathen morality; but of the most interesting truths of the gospel, well ar ranged for the edification of his hearers; and they were delivered, not in a formal, heartless manner, but with uncommon energy and zeal. He also lived in a good measure, as he preached. He was incapable of wishing to be himself exempted from those restrictions and self-denials, which he inculcated upon others. Far from esteeming Christ's yoke to be heavy, he always appeared to bear it with de light.

In his pastoral visits and in the whole of his social intercourse among his people, no minister could be more tender and sympathizing, or take a deeper interest in whatever concerned either their present or future well-being. "He was gentle among them, as a nurse cherisheth her children."

His attachment to them was nat urally connected with an high degree of patriotism. In the times preced. ing the American revolution, he was not behind any of his brethren in giv ing his influence on the side of his country, in opposition to its oppres. sors. While the distressed inhabitants of Boston were suffering under

the port bill, sixteen or twenty cords of wood were said to have been sent on one day, to their relief, from Lexington, as a donation from the minister, or from the people through his influence. Whether the British troops became acquainted with this circumstance or not, it is certain, that the first blood which they afterward shed was that of the Lexington people. At the dawn of day, on the 19th of April following, the heart of the pastor was wrung with anguish at the sight of his beloved parishioners, not many rods distant from his door, most cruelly murdered, through the mere insolence and wanton pride of an armed force. During the continuance of the war, which then commenced, the anniversary of this outrage upon humanity was religiously observed by him and his people.

As his circumstances were never affluent, and he had a numerous family of ten children to educate, it was matter of admiration how he found means for his works of charity and for the practice of hospitality to so great an extent. His doors were open to laymen and strangers, as well as to his brethren and to candidates for the ministry. So generally did the latter, allured by his known disposition to encourage them, seek his acquaintance, that he was, of course, during the latter years of his life, very frequently solicited to assist at their ordination. Perhaps there is not another minister in the State, who has so often administered the charge on such occasions.

He continued the performance of parochial duties until within a few weeks of his death. Visiting him after his confinement, the writer of this article was pleased and edified in witnessing the calmness and composure with which he supported the prospect before him, and spoke of his approaching dissolution. Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace.

At Braintree, EBENEZER C. THAYER, aged 30; a respectable physician. At Amherst, on the 14th inst. the Hon, SIMEON STRONG, one of the Judges of the Supreme Judicial Court of this Commonwealth, in his

70th year.

Ar Newbury, December 10, the widow SARAH NEWELL, aged 83.

As an affectionate, exemplary mother, as a faithful friend, and, most of all, as a follower of Christ, she deserves the remembrance of her surviving acquaintance. By her fruits she shew. ed herself a child of God. The pleasing hope, which is entertained of her eternal welfare, is not grounded merely on that fairness of character and that amiable deportment, which gained the esteem of all who knew her; nor on the seriousness of her last days and hours; but a cordial regard to Jesus Christ and the truths of his gospel, which uniformly appeared in her life. She loved the habitation of God's house, and was, even to old age, a pattern of constancy in attending public worship. Her religion conspired with her natural temper to render her cheerful; but her cheerfulness was not levity. She had little confidence in her own piety. The hope she entertained of her final acceptance was commonly a trembling hope. But this did not prevent her joy in God. She often expressed a penitent sense of her sins, of the weakness of her faith, and of her great distance from that perfection, after which her soul aspired. The amiable glory of Christ excited her love. Though she was conscious of total unworthiness, the fulness of his atonement encouraged her hope; while the promise of his Spirit animated her endeavours and prayers. The peculiar discoveries of the gospel gained not only the assent of her understanding, but the tenderest affection of her heart. To the last she was favoured with a remarkable degree of mental vigour, and was enabled, a short time before she expired, to address to her children and grandchildren such pious counsel, as was dictated by the dying scene. They had comfort in her life, and are not without comfort in her death. But praise is not due to mortals. Let us cherish that lovely humility, which she often expressed, and ascribe all her comfort and usefulness here, and all the blessedness we hope she will enjoy hereafter, to THE GRACE OF GOD.

Off Cadiz, October 19, Lord Vis. count NELSON, a celebrated British admiral, killed in a battle between a British and a combined French and Spanish fleet, in which the former were vietorious.

Poetry.

THE SEASONS.

"TIs God who bids the tempest blow,
And robes the earth in fleecy snow;
To fields of stone he turns the plains,
And binds the streams in icy chains.
The piercing winds his word obey,
Sweep o'er the earth and heave the sea,
Cold Boreas roars with vaunting pride,
While on his wings majestic ride
The sable clouds, the hardy swains,
Shiv'ring along the frozen plains,
To some defence with haste repair,
To shun the keen, the piercing air;
There warm their chilly limbs with fire,
While to their stalls the herds retire.
Again he bids a milder ray

Dart from the sun, to cheer the day:
He sends a genial warmth around,
Dissolves the snow, unveils the ground,
Permits the streams again to flow,
And bids the grass revive and grow.
Delightful prospects now are seen,
The fields are cloth'd with lively green,
The lofty groves their pomp resume,
And nature shines in all her bloom.
He then commands the burning sun
To pour his heat impetuous down ;
And ere mid heavens he attains,
With scorching beams he burns the plains;
Flowers, which in morn their bloom display,
Now veil their bosoms from his ray;
The weary swains to shun his fire,
All bath'd in floods of sweat, retire
To some cool shade, some safe retreat,
Which may repel his burning heat.
The lolling herds to fountains haste,
The cool, reviving streams to taste;

The streams are dry: They droop, they faint,
They send to heaven a sad complaint;
Thence falls in floods the baneful fire,
The lowing, famish'd herds expire.
But lest all nature fail and die,
God sends his mandates from on high;
The scene's revers'd; loud thunders roll,
And strike with inward fear the soul;
The rocking clouds o'erspread the skies,
And veil the heavens from mortal eyes;
The trees before the tempest bend,
The floods of rain with hail descend,
Down the steep hills the torrents flow,
And drench the humble vales below
Meanwhile the forked lightnings fly,
And crinkling dart along the sky;
They spread a vivid gleam around,
And shock the air with deafening sound.

Fer the Panoplist.

The storms awhile with fury play,
Then leave the sky serene as day;
By thunder clarified, the air

From noxious heats and vapours clear,
Sweet as Arabia's rich perfume,
Or spices that from India come,
Soft breezing o'er surrounding hills,
All nature with new vigour fills.
The earth assumes her verdant hue,
And vegetation springs anew.

Now by alternate rains and shines,
While to its close the year declines,
The various fruits the earth bestows,
Are ripening on the bending boughs,
Or in rich harvests through the land,
hand;
Waving, invite the reapers
With shouts of joy the reapers come,
And bear the spoils of Ceres home;
These, they deposit in their store,
And now their tedious toils are o'er.

Let nature join her highest lays,
The great Creator's name to praise;
In all his works his wonders shine,
His works declare his name divine.

HOLEM.

WINTER NIGHT.

[From the Monthly Anthology.]

HAIL Winter! sullen monarch! dark with clouds: Throned on bleak wastes, and fierce and cold with storms; Welcome thy blasting cold and treasured snow!

Thy raving, rending winds do but compose

My soul; and midst thy gloom, my heart

Smiles like the opening spring. Thy long drear nights,
Winter, I hail. The cold receding sun

I love to follow to the cloudy west,

And see thy twilight deepen into gloom

Of thickest darkness. Round my cheering fire,
How I enjoy the glistening eye, and smile,
And burning cheek, and prattle innocent,
Of my dear little ones; and when they sink
With heavy eyes into the arms of sleep,
Peaceful, and smiling still, and breathing soft;
How pleasant glide the hours in converse pure
With her whom first I lov'd; who long has crown'd
My joys, and soothed me with her gentle voice,
Under a load of sorrows; who has felt

The power of truth divine; and from whose lips
I catch the peace and love of saints in heaven.
Vain world! We envy not your joys. We hear
Your rattling chariot wheels, and weep for you;
We weep that souls immortal can find joy
In forcing laughter, dissipating thought,
In the loose stage, the frisking dance, the pomp,
And forms and ornaments of polish'd life,
In heartless hypocritic show of love,

In giddy nonsense, in contempt of truth,

Which elevates the soul, and swells the heart
With hope of holy bliss. We mourn your waste

Of mind, of strength, of wealth. Think, thoughtless world,

How many fatherless and widows pine
In want; how many shiver in the storm.
Over a dying flame, how many cower

In some poor hovel, pressing to their breasts
Their little ones, to save them from the cold.
Oh think, what aching hearts ye might relieve!

What brooding sorrows ye might cheer! What tears
Of friendless, naked, moaning poverty

Ye might wipe off with lenient sympathy.
Oh Winter, I can bear thy howling storms.
Rise but a few more suns, and all thy blasts

Will soften. Yon waste fields will smile in green;
The branches swell with infant buds; the groves
Resound with nature's melody.

But MAN,
MY KIN, lies desolate. A wintry blast
Has chilled his heart, frozen the circling blood
Of sympathy, and blighted the sweet fruits

Of love. How bleak and waste! In vain the Sun
Of Righteousness sheds bright and healing beams.
In vain does HE, who died on Calvary,

Extend his hands, bleeding with wounds of love.
MAN still is cold and wintry; still is hard,
And melts not into mercy.-This vain world
Is colder than the northern skies. But FAITH
Looks o'er the icy mountains, looks beyond
The wintry clouds, and sees unfading bloom
Of paradise, sees peaceful streams of joy,
And warm effulgence of the God of Love.
And hark! a gentle voice now calls, *" Arise
And come away. The winter's past and gone,
The flowers appear; the birds with transport hail
The spring. The turtle's plaintive voice is heard;
The fig-tree bends with figs. The fragrant vine
Presents the tender grape. Arise and see
Millennial happiness, the reign of peace and love."
Canticles ii. 10.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

H, on Secrets revealed to those who fear the Lord, is received, and on file for our next number.

The apology of FIDELIS was unnecessary. His communication is very acceptable, and will be read with interest. We shall hope to hear again from this unknown and judicious correspondent.

C. Y. A. will accept our cordial thanks for his luminous remarks on several interesting subjects. The lucubrations of this original and instructive writer will be very acceptable to the editors, and we presume to the readers of the Panoplist. We are happy to find him a favourite of the muses. He will par. ticularly oblige us by contributions to our poetic department.

The subject of P's communication is very important, and requires to be managed with a skilful and delicate hand. The piece before us contains good matter; but it will be necessary to give it a new dress before it can appear with advantage before the public eye.

Our readers shall be gratified with Z, in continuation, on Experimental Religion, in the next number.

PHILO'S concluding No. on the Deluge; further remarks on Demons, by BETA; and EUSEBIUS, on the importance of preparation for death, are received and on file for future publication.

As a large proportion of our readers do not understand the dead languages, a lover of sacred poesy will excuse our declining his request, unless he will accompany the Latin text with an English translation.

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