EXTRACT FROM BR. E. E. REINKE'S LETTER. Through the dealings of Him who doeth all things well, we have been detained in our native land up to this time. It is, however, not good for pilgrims to stop too long "in the arbor on the Hill Difficulty," nor "in the Beautiful House," nor at "the hospitable mansion of Gaius." Else the meaner joys, intended only for our refreshment, might tempt us to forget the transcendent glories of "the Celestial City," which await us at the end of our race. The reason we have been detained so long is on account of the cholera that was raging in Jamaica. This was its first visit. We were not afraid to go; for, "whether we live, we live unto the Lord, and whether we die, we die unto the Lord; whether we live therefore or die, we are the Lord's. For to this end Christ both died, and rose again. Therefore, to live is Christ, and to die is gain." Still, we are thankful that we have been hindered from going; and we hope that by the time we reach our station, the worst will be over. Quite unexpectedly we received a letter yesterday, stating, that the brigGlamorgan" will sail on Saturday (the 7th of Dec.) or Sunday (the 8th) from Baltimore. We shall not know where we shall be stationed until we reach Kingston. York, Dec. 4th, 1850. EDWIN E. Reinke. OBITUARY. Departed this life October 19th, 1850, at Staten Island, N. Y. in the 50th year of his age, br. John Vanpelt, lately one of the trustees of the United Brethren's congregation at that place. He had been for 8 or 9 years past, since his reception into the congregation, a faithful and devoted follower of Jesus, whom he loved with all his heart. While his health permitted he was seldom out of his place in the sanctuary on the Lord's day; and during his long and painful illness, by which he was confined to his house and bed, he enjoyed many tokens of the Savior's love, of which his conversation often testified to the edification of those who visited him. His end was peaceful, having taken an affectionate leave from his family and friends, whom he expressed a hope to meet in the realms of endless bliss above. H. G. C. NAZARETH HALL. A Frugment. By a former Pupil. 'Tis morn. Behold! with early radiance crowned, Of hopes and fears, of pleasure and of toil; I wander forth to breathe the vernal air, And yet delights with mortal man to dwell; Whose glittering spire the sixteenth vernal sun Now gilds, since erst within thy hallowed walls My tender youth a sweet asylum found. All hail! thou cradle of my infant mind! Where childhood, happiest age,—with golden dreams Full many a swift-revolving day beguiled. Of classic Rome and Greece I wandered o'er; Where once with care was sown, what now I reap. Hither my grateful thoughts shall e'er return; Nor absence, lapse of time, or change efface What Gratitude has written in my breast. Nazareth, 1815. This truly poetical and filial address to our Alma Mater by one of her favorite sons, whose praise is in all our churches, is gratefully acknowledged by The Editor. |