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"Like the puritans, and the ministers of the congregational churches in this place at the present day, he renounced all attachment to human systems, reserving for himself, as he allowed to others, the liberty of forming his opinions and his practice from the word of God. He was not an advocate for the sentiments of Luther, or Calvin, but for primitive christianity, a zealous contender for the faith once delivered to the saints, not receiving the doctrines of grace as taught at the reformation, but the doctrines of grace as revealed in the Holy Scrip

tures."

What follows is a note to the above passage.

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"Dr. Mayhew was born in 1720. He was the son of the Rev. Experience Mayhew, who, though he possessed uncommon powers of mind, and might have ranked among the first worthies of New England,' devoted a long life to the service of God among the Indians on Martha's Vineyard. His son early discovered proofs of genius, and an uncommon strength of mind. His productions in prose and verse, whilst yet an undergraduate at the college, were supposed to be the productions of mature age.

He died of a nervous fever, occasioned by great fatigue in returning from an ecclesiastical council at Rutland, in the month of July. During his last illness, he enjoyed but for a short time the use of his reason. One circumstance, however, which I have from unquestionable authority, will evince the state of his mind when he had the power to exercise it. When all hope of his recovery was gone, the late Dr. Cooper said to him, Tell me, dear sir, if you retain the sentiments which you have taught, and what are your views? With firmness, though with difficulty, he said, taking him affectionately by the hand, I hold fast mine integrity, and it shall not depart from me.'

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The last letter written by Dr. Mayhew was on the day be. fore his departure for Rutland. It discovers the solicitude he felt for his country, and suggests the plan of a correspondence or "communion" among the colonies, which was af terwards adopted, and conduced much to the happy result of their struggle for independence.-The letter was addressed to James Otis, Esq.

It is by no means honourable to our community, that the writings of this great and good man are out of print, and sinking fast into oblivion. "No American author," says the interesting biographer above quoted, "ever obtained a higher reputation. He would have done honour to any country by his character and by his writings." Many of his productions were

republished, most of them more than once, in England, and in a form which discovered the high estimation in which the writer was held. Of one of them, on the subject of episcopacy, the author of Hollis' Memoirs remarks, 'It is perhaps the most masterly performance, that a subject of that kind would admit of." His discourse preached on the 30th of January, 1750, has been recently republished, at the suggestion of the venerable President Adams, to corroborate the claim of this state to the earliest assertion of the rights and liberties of our country. In speaking of Dr. Mayhew, this great man has said, 'to draw the character of Mayhew would be to transcribe a dozen volumes. This transcendant genius threw all the weight of his great fame into the scale of his country in 1761, and maintained it there, with zeal and ardour till his death.' The most valuable of his publications might, probably, be comprised in three volumes octavo."

BUILDING OF THE WEST CHURCH.

In the notes to the above-mentioned sermon, which contain a great variety of interesting local information and anecdote, we find a communication from the Old South to the West Church, which it may not be unseasonable to copy.

"As soon as the determination of the society to erect a new house of worship was known, they received invitations from the Old South church, the New North church, the church in Brattle street, and King's chapel, to unite with them in worship till the house should be completed.

The proceedings of the Old South church and the letter of their minister, the late excellent Dr. Eckley, will serve as a specimen of the spirit which was breathed by them all, and of the union and harmony which at that time subsisted between all the congregational churches in the town.

'AT a meeting of the brethren of the Old South church and Congregation, after public service on Sabbath afternoon, the 26th day of January, 1806-

'It being known that the Church and religious Society at West Boston, under the pastoral care of the Rev. Mr. Lowell, contemplated the taking down their present building in order to erect a new edifice for the public worship of GoD,-and during the time occupied in the undertaking, might be in need of some suitable place for the enjoyment of the usual services of religion, therefore

Voted unanimously, that it would be highly gratifying to this Society, if their brethren of the West Boston Society would

meet with them for worship in their house, the two pastor's jointly leading in the public devotions :-

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Voted unanimously, that the Rev. Dr. Eckley, and the Standing Committee of this Society, be a Committee for the business of inviting the West Boston Society to their house of worship--with assurances of their christian esteem, and of the purpose to render the accommodations during their continuance with them, as agreeable and convenient as possible.

By order,

JOSEPH ECKley.

Minister of the Old South Society.

These votes were communicated with the following letter: Charles Cushing, Esq.

SIR,

"WITH much satisfaction I communicate to you the enclosed votes. Be assured not only of my hearty concurrence in the wish that they express, but of my personal respect and esteem for the religious Society, to which you are requested to present them, as soon as is convenient.

With due regard,
I am, sir,

Your friend and obedient servant,
JOSEPH ECKLEY.

January 22, 1806."

It was most convenient for the society to worship at the chapel, and they cannot forget the cordiality with which they were received, and the kind attention with which they were treated, by the society assembling there, and their much respected pastor.

DR. ECKLEY.

The following extracts from a letter of the late Dr. Eckley to the Rev. T. Worcester, of Salisbury, prove that his opinions were by no means strictly trinitarian. They are quoted by Mr. Channing in his letter to Mr. Thacher, who says, "his opinions on this subject were again and again expressed before me with perfect frankness."

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My plan, when I saw you, as I think I intimated, respecting the Son of God, was very similar to what your brother* has now adopted. The common plan of three self-existent persons forming one Essence or infinite Being, and one of these persons

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being united to a man, but not in the least humbling himself or suffering, completely leads to and ends in Socinianism; and though it claims the form of orthodoxy, it is a shadow without the substance; it eludes inspection; and I sometimes say to those who are strenuous for this doctrine, that they take away my Lord, and I know not where they place him."—"The or thodoxy, so called, of Waterland, is as repugnant to my reason and views of religion, as the heterodoxy of Lardner; and I am at a loss to see that any solid satisfaction, for a person who wishes to find salvation through the death of the SON OF GOD, can be found in either."-"I seek for a plan which exalts the personal character and attributes of the SON OF GOD in the highest possible degree. The plan which your brother hath chosen does this-The scheme be has adopted affords light and comfort to the christian. I have long thought so; and I continue to think I have not been mistaken."

HYMN

Written by the celebrated botanist Sir J. E. SMITH, M. D. F. R. S.
President of the Linnean Society of London.

When power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,
"Lo, it is I, be not afraid."

So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every thought remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

Blest be the voice that breathes from Heaven,
To every heart in sunder riven,

When love and joy and hope are fled,

"Lo, it is I-be not afraid."

When men with fiend-like passions rage,

And foes yet fiercer foes engage,

Blest be the voice, though still and small,
That whispers, God is over all.

God calms the tumult and the storm,
He rules the seraph and the worm,

No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.

And when the last dread hour shall come,

While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall call the pious dead,
"Lo, it is I-be not afraid."

HYMN, WRITTEN AMONG THE ALPS.

The following lines were written among the Alps by Miss Helen Maria Williams. If they give our readers the pleasure which they have given us, we shall feel still more indebted to her fellow traveller and correspondent, by whom we are permitted to give them to the public.

Creation's God! with thought elate,
Thy hand divine I see

Impress'd on scenes where all is great,
Where all is full of THEE.

Where stern the Alpine mountains raise
Their heads of massive snow,
Whence on the rolling storm I gaze,
That hangs-how far below:

Where, on some bold, stupendous height,
The Eagle sits alone;

Or, soaring, wings his steadfast flight

To haunts yet more his own :

Where the sharp rock the Chamois treads,
Or slippery summit scales,

Or where the whitening snow-bird spreads
Her plumes to icy gales.

Where the rude cliff's steep column glows
With morning's tint of blue;

Or evening on the glacier throws
The rose's blushing hue.

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Where, rushing from their snowy source,
The daring torrents urge

Their loud-toned waters' headlong course,

And lifts their feather'd surge:

Where swift the lines of light and shade

Flit o'er the limpid lake,

Or the shrill winds its breast invade,
And its green billows wake.

Where, on the cliffs, with speckled dye
The pigmy herds I scan;

Or, sooth'd, the scatter'd hamlets spy,
The last abodes of man.

Or where the flocks refuse to pass,
And the lone shepherd mows,
Fix'd on his knees, the pendant grass,

Which down the steep he throws.

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