the most liberal exemption from bigotry, the purest and most transpicuous integrity, the brightest cheerfulness, and the promptest wit, enter into the composition of social excellence, he was one of the best companions in the world. If to be stedfast and unmoveable, always abounding in the works of the Lord; if an union of the most brilliant, with the most solid, ministerial gifts, ballasted by a deep and humbling experience of grace, and crowned with the most extended success in the conversion of sinners and the edification of saints, be signatures of a special commission from heaven; Mr. Whitefield cannot but stand highest, on the modern list of Christian ministers. England has had the honour of producing the greatest men, in almost every walk of useful knowledge. At the head of these are, 1. archbishop Bradwardin, the prince of divines. 2. Milton, the prince of poets. 3. Sir Isaac Newton, the prince of philosophers and 4. Whitefield, the prince of preachers. Bishop Benson was the prelate who had the distinguished honour of ordaining the greatest, the most eloquent, and the most useful minister that has, perhaps, been produced since the days of the apostles. It appears from a passage in one of Mr. Whitefield's own letters, published since his decease, that he was the person, whom the gracious Spirit and providence of God raised up and sent forth, to begin that great work of spiritual revival in the church of England, which has continued ever since, and still continues, with increasing spread, to replenish and enrich the evangelical vineyard by law established. In the remarkable passage, to which I refer, Mr. Whitefield expresses himself, verbatim, thus, to Mr. John Wesley: "As God was pleased to send me out first; and to enlighten me first; so, I think, he still continues to do it: my business seems to be chiefly in planting. If God send you to water, I praise his name On the whole, he was the least imperfect character I ever knew; and yet, no person was ever more shockingly traduced and vilified, by those, who either were unacquainted with him, or who hated him for his virtues, and for his attachment to the gospel of Christ. But the pen of faithful history, and the suffrages of unprejudiced posterity †, * See the Collection of Mr. Whitefield's Letters, in three volumes, octavo. Vol. i. lett. 214. p. 205. Already has this been exemplified by the testimony of several eminent persons, particularly by the inimitable pen of Cowper, whose poetical characteristic is truth and taste. The following lines are transcribed, as descriptive of that invaluable man, and by being inserted in proximity with the above, it is presumed cannot fail of being interesting to the reader. EDITOR. "Leuconomus (beneath well sounding Greek, The man that mentioned him at once dismiss'd He lov'd the world that hated him the tear- will do justice to the memory of a man, of whom the present generation was not worthy. And he that forg'd, and he that threw the dart, Like him, cross'd cheerfully tempestuous seas, Blush, calumny! and write upon his tomb, Which, aim'd at him, have pierc'd th' offended skies; 12 ANECDOTES, &c. It appears from a little account book, wherein that great man of God, the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield, minuted the times and places of his ministerial labours, that he preached upwards of eighteen thousand sermons, from the era of his ordination, to that of his death. DR. GROVENOR's first wife was a most devout and amiable woman; the Sunday after her death, the Doctor expressed himself from the pulpit, in the following manner: "I have had an irreparable loss, and no man can feel a loss of this consequence, more sensibly than myself. But the cross of a dying Jesus is my support; I fly from one death, for refuge to another. SOME years ago, a friend of a clergyman now living*, said to him, "Sir! you have just as many children as the patriarch Jacob."-True, answered the good old divine: and I have also Jacob's God to provide for them. A SPARK of red hot iron flew into a gentleman's eye, several eminent surgeons tried in vain to extract it; at last, a lady of the patient's acquaintance thought of holding his eye-lid quite open, and of extracting the grievance, by the application of a load stone. The experiment succeeded. How similar is the holy Spirit's virtue, in extracting the love of sin from the heart of a saint. *The late venerable Mr. Moses Brown. EDITOR. KING CHARLES II. once said to that great man Mr. John Milton, "Do not you think your blindness is a judgment upon you, for having written in defence of my father's murder?"-Sir, answered the poet, it is true I have lost my eyes; but, if all calamitous providences are to be considered as judgments, your majesty should remember that your royal father lost his head. THAT excellent man the late Rev. Mr. Joseph Hart, made it his inviolable rule, not to let an Arian, an Arminian, or any unsound preacher, occupy his pulpit, so much as once. His usual saying on those occasions, was, I will keep my pulpit as chaste as my bed. MONSIEUR DE VOLTAIRE forgets all his infidelity, on two occasions; viz. when he is sick, and when it thunders and lightens. He is so particularly afraid of stormy weather, that, if he happens to be writing when the "clouds pour down their torrents, the air thunders, and the arrows of the Almighty flash abroad," he will call out, in an agony of horror, for a bottle of holy water, and sprinkle himself with it from head to foot, and plentifully bedew the floors and walls of his apartments into the bargain. Immediately after which precaution, he orders mass to be said in his chapel; and the masses go on briskly, one after another, until the thunder and lightening cease. But no sooner is the tempest hushed, than a clear sky and placid elements settle him into a laughing Infidel again; and, resuming his pen, he writes against Christianity with as much acrimony, zeal, and want of argument as ever.-This behaviour reminds me of an old proverb: "When the devil was sick, The devil a monk would be; |