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dated June 10, 1827, says, -" More than a hundred accessions have been made to the church since Nov. last. Our God has carried on his work with

and almost without means. The peo ple have professed religion at meeting, in the woods, and not unfrequently in infrequently family prayer.

OBITUARY.

DEATH OF THE REV. JOHN CREAMER.

John Creamer was born in Middletown, Conn., March 19, 1791. He was left an orphan at the age of ten years, having lost both father and mother. His opportunities of information were very limited; consequently he grew up ignorant of God, of himself, and the world. His pursuits and pleasures were altogether of an earthly nature until about the eighteenth year of his age, when it pleased Almighty God to arrest him in his course, and awaken him to a sense of his guilt and danger through the instrumentality of Wm. Requa, Esq., a pious class leader and exhorter, on Croton cir cuit. His convictions for sin were painful and pungent; but at length, God of his infinite mercy, for Christ's sake, pardoned his sins, and set his struggling soul at liberty. Two years after he removed to Newark, in the state of N. Jersey, where he resided until the year 1816, when he became an itinerant minister in the Philadelphia conference, and was appointed to Salem circuit.

Our brother Creamer was a man of deep piety and devotion to the cause of God. It seemed as

if his whole soul was taken up with spiritual things. As a preacher, he was acceptable and useful, and he will long live in the recollections and affections of those among whom he laboured, and we have no doubt will have many stars in

his crown. He was a man of great affliction for several years previously to his death. The last appointment he filled was the Paterson station in East Jersey, in 1825. He attended the conference in Philadelphia, in the spring of 1826. During the session of the conference he preached his last ser mon, at St. John's church in the Northern liber ties. While preaching he was taken with an ague. He stayed that night with the Rev. L Macombs, where he was kindly entertained. Next morning at his own request, being unable to walk, he was taken to his lodgings (at brother Mecasky's) in a carriage. His disorder was the pleurisy; he suffered much, but was patient and resigned to the will of God. His confidence was strong and unshaken; and he declared that he longed to depart and be with Christ which is far better. He continued to linger and suffer until the twenty-fifth of April, when his spirit took its flight to that rest that remains to the people of God. "The chamber where the good man meets his fate is privileged above the common walks of life, quite on the verge of heaven." Our beloved brother has left a wife and two children to lament his loss; but we have no doubt our loss is his infinite gain. "Let me die the death of the righteous and let my last end be like his."

POETRY.

For the Methodist Magazine.
TIME AND ETERNITY.

Why do the loveliest seasons fly?
No sooner seen, no longer known;
Why is the range of earth and sky,
Like as a transient vision gone?
'"Tis time, with unmolested sway,
That sweeps those lovely scenes away.

Life, as a fine majestic oak,

Stretches its stately branches round, Then bows beneath the fatal stroke, And spreads its foliage on the ground; Time with a rude remorseless sway, Does sweep our feeble life away.

I saw the blooming sons of God,

Sustained by faith and reared by heaven;
I saw them spread their tents abroad,
And then from all those pleasures driven;
Relentless time, with ruthless sway,
Did sweep those blooming sons away.
I saw the earth, a charming scene,
With hills and vales resplendant drest;
Wirh groves and fields in lovely green,
And flocks and herds with plenty blest:
But time with wanton, reckless sway,
Did sweep those beauteous scenes away.
I saw the glittering, rolling spheres,
Ranging the sky with cloudless light;
When in the lapse of wasting years,
They set in everlasting night:

'Twas time assumed such boundless sway,
And swept those radient orbs away.
At length old time was pensive laid,

As low'ring o'er this wreck of things,
And feeble were the attempts he made
To spread again his pendent wings
Eternal ages claimed the sway,
And swept insatiate time away.
I saw those mighty ruins all
Convulsive move, with dreadful throes,
I heard a voice impulsive call,

And a "new earth and heaven" rose: "Twas God, who did his sceptre sway, And introduced immortal day.

I saw the illustrious dead assume
Immortal life in realms divine;
I saw through ages yet to come,
Unfolding scenes of glory shine
Where endless life obtains the sway,
And time and death are done away.
I saw unnumber'd millions dwell

In glorious climes of boundless love;
Where angels' anthems sweetly swell,
Respondent through the courts above
Where pure delights in full display,
Extend through everlasting day.

Newark, June, 1827.

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