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the general tenor of his life, how holily, how justly, and how unblamably he behaved himself among you; and is all of no account? Is the harvest past, and the summer ended, and are you not saved? Alas! if this should be the case with any of you in this congregation, (and it is well if it is not,) you may never have such opportunities again; and if you should perish at last, the loss of your souls will be greater, and attended with more aggravating ciroumstances, than that of many others. Those of Bethsaida and Chorazin, who rejected or neglected the gospel, were in a worse situation than even the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah. When the books come to be opened at the great day, they will contain a long and dark list of slighted opportunities, abused mercies, despised counsels, and forgotten warnings 1

Dear friends, call to remembrance the labours of your minister, and pray to the Lord that none of these things may come upon you. If any of you have been deaf to the various calls of God during his life, yet hear this one which is addressed to you by bis death! If the seed, which this dear servant of God has been sowing for nearly forty years among you, should yet spring up; if to a future and happy pastor of this church, it should be said, in the language of Christ to his apostles, Another has laboured, and you have entered into his labours; it would afford us no small pleasure, pleasure that would serve to counterbalance the painful providence with which at this time we are afflicted.

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TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR AND VENERABLE FRIEND, THE REV. ROBERT HALL,

Who died in the 63d year of his age, on March 13, 1791.

Asd is my much-respected friend no more?
How painful are the tidings to my heart!
And is that light extinguish'd which so long
Has burn'd with brightest lustre, and diffused
Through all his loved connexions round about,
Pure rays of evangelic light and joy?

Is all that stock of true substantial worth
Become as water spilt upon the ground ?—
That universal knowledge, which embraced
A compass wide and large, of men and things!—
That well-known solid wisdom, which, improved
By long experience, made his face to shine ?—
That uprightness of character, by which
He lived down slander, and of foes made friends ?—
That ardent and affectionate concern
For truth, for righteousness, for Zion's good,
Which, with a social kindness, long endear'd
His name, and renders him a public loss?—
That grace that ruled and season'd all his soul.
And as with sacred unction fill'd his lips,
In which as life declined he ripen'd fast,
And shone still more and more to perfect day ?—
That tender sympathy, that often soothed
The sorrowing heart, and wiped the mourner's tear?-
That sweet humility, and self-abasement,
With which we heard him oft invoke his God;
Which ne'er assumed, though first in counsel skill'd,
The lordly look, or proud dictator's chair ?—
That guiltless pleasantry, that brighten'd up
Each countenance, and cheer'd the social hour ?—

(If he were there, it seem'd that all were there;

If he were missing, none could fill his place.)

That store of excellence, in short, to which

(As to a ship well fraught) one might repair,

And be enrich'd with treasures new and old ?—

Is All, as by a kind of fatal wreck,

Destroy'd, and sunk at once to rise no more?
Dear friend! (for still I fain would talk to thee)

Shall I discern tby cheering face no more?

And must thy glad'ning voice no more be heard?

And when I visit thy much-loved abode,

Shall I not find thee there as heretofore?

Nor sit, nor walk, as erst with pleasure wont.

Nor mingle souls beneath the friendly bower?

No . . . this is past . . . nor ought seems left for me,

Except to walk, and sigh upon thy stone!
Dear friend! I saw thee burden'd, years ago,

With heavy loads of complicated grief;

And grief more complicate, though less intense,

I'm told thou didst in earlier days endure;

But tribulation patience in thee wrought,

And such a stock of rich experience this,

That few like thee could reach the mourner's case.

Or ease the burdens of the lab'ring heart.

We saw thee ripen in thy later years,
As when rich-laden autumn droops her head:
That theme on which thy thoughts of late were penn'd,*
None knew like thee, nor could have touch'd so well;
It seem'd thy element, the native air
Thy holy soul had long been used to breathe.
Such things we saw with sacred pleasure; yet
'Twas pleasure tinged with painful fear, lest these
( As fruit when ripe is quickly gather'd in)
Should only prove portentious of thy end.

O thou great Arbiter of life and death!
Thy ways are just, and true, and wise, and good;
Though clouds and darkness compass thee around,
Justice and judgment still support thy throne.
Had it been left to us, he still had liv'd,

* Communion with God, the subject of the Circular Letter for 1789, which was Mr. Hall's last printed performance.

And lived for years to come, and bless'd us still:
But thus 'tis not; thy thoughts are not as ours.
Had poor short-sighted mortals had their will,
The great Redeemer had not bled, or died.
Teach us to say, "Thy will, not ours, be done,"
To drink the cup thou givest us to drink.

Dear relatives and friends, his special charge!
Bereaved at once of him whose life was spent
In unremitted labours for your good,
We must not call on you to mourn, but try
To stem the tide, or wipe th' o'erflowing tear.
'Tis true his course is finish'd, and your ears
Shall hear no more the long-accustom'd sound;
But 'tis as he desired, when late we heard
Drop from his lips, what seem'd his last farewell.*
The prize for which he counted life not dear,
Is fully gain'd; his course with joy he closed.

What did I say? the ship was wreck'd and lost?
No, it is not ;'tis safe arrived in port,
And all the precious cargo too is safe;
His knowledge, wisdom, love, and every grace.
Are not extinct, but gloriously matured,
Beyond whate'er he grasp'd in this frail state.
A fit companion now for purer minds;
For patriarchs, prophets, martyrs, and for those
Whom once he knew, and loved, who went before;
For HIM whose name was dear to him on earth,
And whose sweet presence now creates his heaven.

Nor is all lost to those who yet survive:

Though he is gone, his mantle's left behind

Kind memory may recall his words, and deeds,
. And prayers, and counsels; and conviction aid,
Or cheer the heart, or guide the doubtful feet,
Or prompt to imitate his holy life*
Nor memory alone, the faithful page
Is charged with some remains, in which the man

* It has been observed that Mr. Hall's last public sermon, in hia own connexion, was preached at Olney Association, June 2, 1790, from Acts xx. 24.-*.Yeither count I my life dear,—that I may Jinish my course with joy, &c.

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And his communications yet are seen;
Id these, though he be dead, he speaketh still.*
Yes, here's Elijah's mantle: may there too
A double portion of his spirit rest
Upon us all; and might I be indulged
In one more special wish, that wish should be,
That he who fills his father's sacred trust,
Might share the blessings of his father's God,
And tread his steps; that all may see and say,
"Elijah's spirit on Elisha rests."

SKETCH OF A SERMON TO YOUNG PEOPLE.

Psalm xc. 14.

O satisfy us early with thy mercy, that we may rejoice and he glad all our

days.

The season is returned, my dear young people, in which you expect I should address you on your eternal interests. I hope what I have heretofore said to you, not only on these occasions, but in the ordinary course of my labours, has not been altogether in vain. Some of you, I hope, have already set your faces Zionward. Happy should I be to see many more follow their example!

The words which I have read to you express the desire of Moses, the man of God, in behalf of Israel, and especially of the

* Mr Hall wrote many of the Circular Letters to the churches of the Northamptonshire and Leicestershire Association, most of which have been noticed already, os well as his Help to Zion's Travellers. He also printed A Charge to Mr. Morelon, delivered at his ordination at Kettering, 1771 ; and a Funeral Serinon for Mrs. Evans, of Foeton, 1775.

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