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We will not then repine,
Nor murmur that the hand divine
So suddenly has borne thee hence,
Beyond the scenes of time and sense.
'Tis well! thou didst in early life
Choose the good portion, and maintain the strife

Against our common foe.
Thy flesh, indeed, has felt the blow,
That turns the human fabric into dust;
Yet, thanks to Him, in whom was fix'd thy trust!
Thy spirit triumpbs o'er the grave,
And proves his utmost power to save.

More than conqueror through thy LORD,
To perfect paradise restor’d,
Thou dost on earthly scenes look down,

Deck'd with an unfading crown.
And though we now lament thee zone,

We would not call thee back.
Tbou dwell'st in bliss; we follow on,

And mark the glorious track.
'Tis well! the moment soon will come,

That brings us our release;
Consigns our body to the tomb,
But opens, through its deepest gloom,
A passage to the land of peace.

There shall we meet at last,
When all our conflicts here are past.
When death, commission'd from on high,

Shall seize this mortal frame,
Our souls, dislodg'd, shall quickly fly,

To mix with hosts above,
Apd through eternity proclaim,

How much we owe to Jesu's love.
Till then, departed saint, adieu !
We shall, in that blest world, renew

The friendship here begun;
United then, to part no niore,
Shall count Emmanuel's favours o'er,
And gaze, and wonder, and adore,

While endless ages run.
Penryn, Feb. 27, 1822.

W.P. B.


(Matthew vi. 28, 29.)
Fair Lily, prince of all the plain,

In scarlet robe, or spotless white ;
My soul shall sweet instruction gain,

Whilst now thy splendours fix my sight.

The card, the spinning-wheel, the loom,

Have not thy goodly raiment wrought; Neither was thy enchanting bloom

Of any Tyrian merchant bought. The vernal sunbeam bade thee

grow, And rais'd thee from the moistep'd earth; Yet it surpasseth man to show

The nature of thy wondrous birth. God, gives thy clothing to adorn

The garden for a little time ; But when arrives the fatal morn,

The tempest blights thee in thy prime. Droopiog beneath the sultry ray,

Soon perishes thy rich attire; Thou ling’rest out a summer's day,

And then thy beauties all expire. How glorious was King Solomon,

When costly robes of every hue Around him in rich splendour shone ;

Yet richer tints on thee we view. Gay Lily, glow in all thy pride ;

But teach this lesson, comely weed, That I, for whom the SAVIOUR died,

Shall never proper garments need.

Sung by the Teachers at the Sunday-School Aniversary in Hull,

April 8, 1822.
CHILDHOOD and youth, how vain they seem,
Their beauty passing like a dream,
And, soon or late, the loveliest bloom
Destin'd to wither to the tomb !
On every breeze some danger springs
To sweep the field with poison'd wings ;
Or life’s gay flower, ere yet ’tis blown,
May lie in dust, untimely mown
Yet here, with hopeful eyes, we trace
The features of a future race,
And, in these young iinmortals, see

germ of churches yet to be.
God of the Church, which must remain
While generations wax and wane,
For this we toil;~0 deign to bless
The humble effort with success.

In every heart,--and may we dare
To offer up so large a prayer ? -
Yes,- from a King we importune,
With cheerful hope, a royal boon!
In every heart, Eternal King,
Upraise the purifying spring
And let thy gracious Spirit rest
Th’indwelling Lord of every breast.
Hence, fill thy courts with songs

of praise,
Hence, Ministers and people raise,
And hence, supply the failing bands
Who bear thy word to heathen lands.
We plead thy promise, sovereign LORD,
While thus we pray with one accord;
E'en as thy promise let it be,
Por louching this, we all agree.


Sung by the CHILDREN at the Sunday-School Anniversary in Hell,

April 8, 1822.
LORD, hast thou heard the solemn prayer ?

We make it now our own ;
May every child before Thee share

The blessings of thy throne.
Who would not join the fervent ery?

Who would not seek thy face?
And say, “My Saviour, is it I

Who shall refuse thy grace ?
Shall I a hardened sinner prove?

Shall I thy favour spurn?
Is my young heart too proud to move,

Too obstinate to turu ?"
Forbid it, LORD, we humbly pray,

And take us for thine own;
We would not live another day

With such a heart of stone!
O let not one before Thee now,

Thy dreadful vengeance meet ;
But make the boldest of us bow,

Repenting at thy feet,
So shall the solemn prayer be heard,

And so thy mercy shine ;
Almighty God, perform thy word,

May every one be thine !
Printed by T. Cordeux, 14, City-Road, London,

A. G.





No. 69.] SEPTEMBER, 1822. [Vol. VI.



Founder of the Lanark Cotton-Mills. Mr. Dale was one of those extraordinary men, who, at distant intervals, start up in society, evidently destined by Providence to confer distinguished lustre on the age and country which give them birth. Descended from parents who ranked no higher than shopkeepers, he received that education only which is usually given in small towns in Scotland, and his first employment was the herding of cattle ; after which he was sent to Paisley to learn the weaving business. From Paisley he removed to Hamilton, in the capacity of a journeyman weaver.

He afterwards settled at Glasgow, where he for some time acted as clerk to a silk-mercer. Industry, fidelity, and honour, however, were conspicuous in all his conduct, in the various stages through which he passed ; and they advanced him to the distinguished station in which he lived and died.

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Assisted by some few friends, he began, and for several years carried on, business in the linen-yarn branch, importing French yarns from Flanders, which he sold with great advantage to the manufacturers. This suggested to him the idea of cotton-mills in the neighbourhood of Glasgow, and led to a connexion between Mr. Dale and Sir Richard ARKWRIGHT, which ended in the erection of various works on the Clyde, adapted to the spinning of cotton; and to forward his plan, several persons were sent into England to be instructed in the business. Thus originated the well-known Lanark Mills. , Dissolving the partnership with Sir Richard, Mr. Dale now conducted the business on his own account, and in process of time greatly enlarged it by the erection of other mills. And although the first of

the first of these establishments was destroyed by fire, he persevered, till a cluster of these works adorned a romantic situation, and furnished employment to thousands of industrious artificers. But it was not sufficient for Mr. Dale to have found them employment, and the means of subsistence; he established schools at all his factories, with suitable teachers, so that neither old nor young, were left without the means of instruction.

Knowing the very wretched state in which the Highland poor were placed, he gave them every ercouragement to come and settle at his Mills, and made various attempts also to introduce the cotton manufactories into the Highlands. Thus he became eminently a benefactor to his country His public benevolence, patriotic exertions, and private charities, have embalmed his memory; and the recollection of his virtues is engraved in the hearts of his cotemporaries, who will not fail to transmit his memorial to ages yet unborn.

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