tinctly remember, that after alluding to the event, he described in brilliant contrast, the infinite superiority of the Lord Jesus, over all earthly princes, as to his personal dignity, the extent and duration of his authority, and the blessings of his reign. At another time,' when a great encampment in Europe had been surprised and routed, by one of the contending armies, he preached a sermon from the words, "The Angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them," which almost electrified his hearers. Placing them in imagination in sight of the camp, listening to the clash of arms, and the roar of cannon, and witnessing the carnage which ensued, he then directed their contemplations to the peaceful tents of the righteous, and to their certain and complete protection, afforded by the unlimited and encircling power of the Almighty. In the summer, Dr. Staughton preached in the open air, in Southwark, on Sabbath mornings, at 5 o'clock. I heard him there, just as the orb of day was ascending above the horizon, announce for his text," Unto you that fear my name, shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in his wings.” In that discourse he drew a beautiful parallel between the glorious effects of the sun on all animated nature, and those which are produced by Him, who is "The light of the world and the life of men."

I might easily adduce many other instances of his felicitous manner in seizing on the incidents of the times, and improving them so luminously and impressively, that the truths which he taught could scarcely ever be forgotten.

On baptismal occasions, Dr. Staughton exceeded himself. The power of the Holy Spirit seemed to rest upon him in a signal manner. Never did I hear that precious ordinance, so ably explained and vindicated. There was no bitter invective in his remarks. He spake the truth, in relation to this rite, boldly, but in love. He beautifully exemplified the advice which he gave to one of his students; "at the water side," said he, "ever be calm, affectionate, and firm-show the people that you respect them, and they will manifest respect for you." There was a calm dignity in his appeals, which commanded respect. He was affectionate in his expressions concerning Christians of other denominations. But he was firm in asserting and maintaining the primitive mode

of Christian baptism. He was indeed so peculiarly interesting in the administration of this rite, that persons of different persuasions, frequently went out of the city to witness its performance. I have seen thousands of solemn spectators on the banks of the Schuylkill, all evidently "wondering at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth."

But although he commanded general admiration and respect and was indeed a public man, yet no one could feel greater sympathy in the pains and pleasures of private life. The following letter to my daughter, who was pursuing her studies at the Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb at Hartford, is a striking illustration of his affectionate interest for those who were the subjects of affliction.

My dear child,

New York, April 28, 1826.

I have seen with great satisfaction some specimens of your handwriting. I am surprised at the degree of improvement. Only go on to improve, and, with your neat hand, you will write a letter equal to any of us.

I presume you remember me. If you do not, look at my picture in the parlor of your dear parents, and then take up your pen and write the words "That is a friend, that loves me.'

By the return of your father, if the Lord spare my life, I will write you a full sheet. I am rather much engaged this morning; but I cannot help expressing my joy that you seem desirous of knowing and loving the Lord Jesus. Pray to him-though you do not speak to him, he can hear the language of your heart, and make you his own dear child for ever and ever. He will take you when you die to his bosom, and you will sing his holy praises to all eternity. Give my affectionate regards to your beloved mother, and to your brother and sisters. The Lord bless you.

MISS ANN SHARP.

I am, my dear Ann, yours very truly,
WILLIAM STAUGHTÓN.

You will perceive, my brother, that, cherishing the sentiments which I have so fully expressed for the memory of Dr. Staughton, I cannot but believe, that a volume, portraying his character and labors, will be very acceptable to his friends, and very interesting and useful to readers generally.

I am, very affectionately, yours, &c. REV. SAMUEL LYND.

DANIEL SHARP.

of Christian baptism. He was indeed so peculiarly interesting in the administration of this rite, that persons of different persuasions, frequently went out of the city to witness its performance. I have seen thousands of solemn spectators on the banks of the Schuylkill, all evidently "wondering at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth."

But although he commanded general admiration and respect and was indeed a public man, yet no one could feel greater sympathy in the pains and pleasures of private life. The following letter to my daughter, who was pursuing her studies at the Asylum for the Deaf and Dumb at Hartford, is a striking illustration of his affectionate interest for those who were the subjects of affliction.

My dear child,

New York, April 28, 1826.

I have seen with great satisfaction some specimens of your handwriting. I am surprised at the degree of improvement. Only go on to improve, and, with your neat hand, you will write a letter equal to any of us.

I presume you remember me. If you do not, look at my picture in the parlor of your dear parents, and then take up your pen and write the words "That is a friend, that loves me."

By the return of your father, if the Lord spare my life, I will write you a full sheet. I am rather much engaged this morning; but I cannot help expressing my joy that you seem desirous of knowing and loving the Lord Jesus. Pray to him-though you do not speak to him, he can hear the language of your heart, and make you his own dear child for ever and ever. He will take you when you die to his bosom, and you will sing his holy praises to all eternity. Give my affectionate regards to your beloved mother, and to your brother and sisters. The Lord bless you.

MISS ANN SHARP.

I am, my dear Ann, yours very truly,
WILLIAM STAUGHTÓN.

You will perceive, my brother, that, cherishing the sentiments which I have so fully expressed for the memory of Dr. Staughton, I cannot but believe, that a volume, portraying his character and labors, will be very acceptable to his friends, and very interesting and useful to readers generally.

I am, very affectionately, yours, &c. REV. SAMUEL Lynd.

DANIEL SHARP.

MEMOIR.

CHAPTER I.

His ancestors-incidents of his youth-early developement of talent -education-conversion-prosecution of his studies at the Bristol Institution—his usefulness in neighboring churches-call to the pastorship of the Baptist church at Northampton, as the successor of Dr. Ryland-Juvenile Poems, written at the age of seventeen.

THE Jews esteemed it their glory, that they were descendants of Abraham, the father of the faithful, though in the steps of their father they walked not. The honors which royalty confers have been the means of inflating the minds of thousands, who had no claim to elevation in the scale of being, independently of such honors. But the subject of these pages merged all distinctions in this, that he was born, "not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God." This was the only distinction which his ancestors, through several generations, coveted.

His grand-parents were William and Anna Staughton. They were reckoned among the excellent of the earth, in