And so the active week again Thou Thyself art eternity! "Tis but another name for Thee Suns may be darken'd and planets shake, Earthquakes may stony break; mountains Comets may swallow up the sea; The beauty that gladden'd the eye is What should we fear? Waking or sleep faded; The spirit of joy is hushed to rest; The smiles which delighted the soul are shaded; The stars of heaven are clouded, In frowns and storms the morning calls; gay As the evening ephemera, Long and sweet is the tired one's sleep; With the green grass over his head. He hears no dirge for his slumbering soul; ing, Man is alike in Thy holy keeping: Let him not shrink tho' his bark be driven By the mad storm:-let nought alarm him : The tempest may burst ;-it cannot harm him; Safely he steers for his port in heaven. God is around us-o'er us-near usWhat have His children then to fear? Is He not always present to hear us? Willing to grant, as willing to hear? Monday Evening. A. Calmly in the evening hour Planet, sun and falling star Fain my heavenward dreams would rise Lighted by the fires of God. Where the sun of Eden glows, Thither shall the pilgrim turn. There my spirit shall repose, Sometimes from that holy place Heart-disturbing visions come, Doubts and terrors and distress, Saddening fears and thoughts of gloom. These are earthly! let them fly At the dawn of heav'nly light, For a sun of glory bright Soou shall fill eternity. Moral beauty then shall stand Peace its own abode at length. 'Neath one common Master; he, He hath vanquish'd sin and death. Land of light and land of love! Let thy glories streaming fair From that radiant Sun above Light us and protect us here! Lord! the future's veil withdraw, That thro' mists of dark'ning time We may see heaven's heights sublime: Even as Moses Canaan saw. Lord! O let Thy kingdom come; Come in all its holiness: Be it our eternal home, Place of refuge from distress, Seat of hope and sum of bliss, Bright with all the light of heaven, World to which more joys are given Than the sorrows felt in this! JEREMY BENTHAM. [From the Examiner.] A. I have travell'd the world, and that old man's fame Wherever I went shone brightly; The words of wisdom I oft have heard From that old man's bosom falling; And ne'er to my soul had wisdom appear'd So lovely and so enthralling. No halo was round that old man's head; But his locks, as the rime-frost hoary, While the wind with their snowy relics play'd, Seemed fairer than crowns of glory. In him have I seen-what a joy to see! In divinest union blended, An infant child's simplicity By a sage's strength attended. That sun shall the mists of night disperse, Whose fetters so long have bound it; The centre of its own universe, Ten thousand planets round it. B. That youth was ever believing,When o'er the living, as o'er the cold urn, We grieve that earth is deceiving? The spring that waters the desert of Life Lie blighted and low to-morrow. "Child of the skies!-Oh! lift thine eye To the Land beyond the tomb, Where springs the fount of eternity And the flowers of Eden bloom!" Crediton, Jan. 26. OBITUARY. 1821. Jan. 18, the Rev. H. KIPLING, Vicar of Plumstead, with the Chapel of East Wickham annexed, in the county of Kent. He was educated at Harrow School, under the late Drs. Thackeray and Sumner; the late Bishop of Cloyne, Sir W. Jones, Dr. Parr, and other eminent scholars being his contemporaries. He took his degree of A. M. at Emanuel College, where he was entered in 1763. He has bequeathed £1000. for keeping up Sunday-schools at Plumstead and East Wickham. 26, at Moreton Hampstead, Miss MARY TOZER, in the 32d year of her age. Her death is felt as a most severe stroke of affliction by her relatives and friends. In her conduct were exhibited in an exemplary manner the virtues and graces which adorn the Christian character. To be a practical Christian was her study and delight; and the consciousness of a well-spent life enabled her to look back on the past with comfort, and forward with a well-founded and joyful hope of future happiness. During a long and painful illness, she bore her severe sufferings with a degree of fortitude which excited the surprise of all about her. A murmur from her lips was never heard to arraign the wisdom of the Divine dispensations; but with pious resignation she placed her trust in the goodness of Him whose tender mercies are over all his works. Feb. 16, at the Chapel House, City Road, at an advanced age, the Rev. JOSEPH BENSON, an eminent preacher amongst the Wesleian Methodists, editor of the Methodist Magazine, author of a Commentary on the Bible, and of numerous religious works, adapted to his own connexion. him an unfinished MS. on the reign of the Ptolemies in Egypt. Feb. 26, in the 66th year of his age, the Rev. THOMAS NORTHCOTE TOLLER, 45 years pastor of the Independent Congregation at Kettering, Northamptonshire. The kind of death be always desired was by a kind Providence granted him he was found a lifeless corpse within three minutes after he left his sitting-room as well as usual. March 8, at his residence, BirchfieldHouse, near Birmingham, MARK SANDERS, Esq., in the 71st year of his age. In his loss his family and friends have much to lament; nor will the public sympathy be withheld from a character of such well-merited reputation. His benevolence urged him on to benefactions of every kind in the respectable sphere of life in which he moved: it was not limited by any narrow calculations, nor was it marked by ostentatious display. The strong feelings of his sensibility, however, he in vain attempted to disguise; they were invariably and immediately excited by cases of distress and misery; and when public utility called for his contributions, they were ample in proportion to the exigencies of the case and to the fortune he enjoyed. Impelled by the influence of a sense of duty, in unison with the best feelings of the human heart, his conduct was never at variance with his professions. His judgment of others was uniformly candid, and his urbanity conspicuous and inviting, ever rendering him easy of access to the humble supplicant, or the well-introduced stranger. Throughout a long course of vigilant and active exertion in his commercial pursuits, by which he created his own affluence, his old established connexions either at home or abroad will bear willing 23, at Rome, of a decline, JOHN testimony to the sound probity of his KEATS, the Poet, aged 25. 24, at Bourdeaux, after long illness, ROBERT HARDING EVANS, Esq., a gentleman distinguished for his literary attainments and constitutional knowledge. He was the author of a number of political tracts. He republished Middleton's Letter from Rome, with many learned Notes and Dissertations. He was the Editor of the Parliamentary Reports for the years 1818 and 1819; a work unhappily discontinued, but on the best plan of any work of the kind. He has left behind mind, which disdained to practise those little arts which custom but too frequently authorizes. Thus did he evince, as far as the example of an individual can extend, that the economy of trade is not incompatible with an enlarged and pure philanthropy. His habits were too retired and domestic to suffer him to take any prominent part in the momentous public affairs of his day; yet were his political opinions such as well accorded with the soundest principles of patriotism and Christianity; a zealous advocate for the necessary subordinations of civil life, while oppression and vena lity never failed to excite in his breast a, warm and becoming indignation. For such views and dispositions no doubt he was much indebted to the mild and benign spirit of the religious creed of simple and rational Christianity which he had adopted, and of which his calm ac quiescence in his known fast-approaching dissolution was no small earnest of its promises. A friend to freedom of inquiry and an unlimited use of the right of private judgment—to say that he was tolerant to all is falling far short of his state of mind. Sincerity was the touch-stone of his good opinion, and where he believed this to exist, there vras his right hand of fellowship freely ext ended; without presuming upon the authority of any fallible mortal to call his brother fallible to account for the homage he may think most acceptable to the common parent of all mankind. In short, (and no servile adulation prompts the eulogy,) such a combination of diligence, integrity, gentleness, domestic affection, generosity and unbounded good-will, is rarely found concentrated in so exemplary a degree as in his truly amiable and meritorious character. So much extinguished worth cannot but powerfully call forth the regrets of those connected with him either by the ties of family or of friendship; but these regrets are not without their consolations. May the influence of such an example have its due weight, and make some amends for the public loss by stimulating others to imitate him in disposition, whether the ability to contribute may be equal or much inferior and may we humbly hope that such a faithful discharge of his stewardship will meet with its reward in the merciful approbation of his Father and his God. Funeral of the Rev. Dr. LINDSAY. In a late number of this journal was announced the strikingly sudden death of Dr. Lindsay, which took place on Wednesday, the 14th instant, while attending a meeting of Dissenting Ministers, in the Trust Library of Dr. Williams, in RedCross Street. They had assembled to consider and discuss the bearing of Mr. Brougham's Bill on the Dissenting interests in England. Dr. Lindsay had delivered his opinions on the subject with extraordinary zeal, energy, and clearness. He sat down in full health, and expired without a groan. In the public establishment where he died his body lay till yesterday, and thence it was carried forth and interred in Bunhill Fields. The Dissenting Ministers, with whom he had been connected, attended in a body; his congregation followed; six coaches were filled with distinguished pupils, who attended with mournful veneration the funeral of him whose instructions had laid the foundation of their respectability and success in life. These, with his family and their friends, formed a procession of 33 mourning coaches, and 13 private carriages. After the corpse was laid in the grave, the Rev. Mr. Barrett addressed the company in terms at once appropriate and affecting. It is not by circumstances of funeral pomp, by mere lamentations, and by the trappings of woe, that the deep impression of Dr. Lindsay's worth, or the profound regret for his death can be ade quately testified. No man ever exhibited more strikingly the kindly feelings and generous dispositions which adorn and bless the best of our species: no man ever received a larger return of heart-felt esteem and affectionate confidence. Singularly applicable to him are the words of an affectionate biographer." Nihil metus in vultu; gratia oris supererat: bonum virum facile crederes, magnum libenter." In his comely countenance, the gentleness of his temper and the kindness of his heart were conspicuous: you at once recognised in him a good man: you were prepared to find him a great man. The talents of Dr. Lindsay were of the most respectable order: his acquirements were extensive, solid, and progressive to the last hour of his life. As a minister of the gospel, he was distinguishd for liberality, candour and piety. The glowing energy of his heart dissipated from his presence the cold formality of the professor, and opened a free correspondence of affection and confidence between him and his hearers. During the period of thirty-five years, he performed the duties of a Dissenting minister to the respectable congregation of Monkwell Street, in the oldest Dissenting meeting-house in London; and in that period he rose to be one of the greatest ornaments of the body to which he belonged. Unrestrained by prejudice, unbiassed by ambition, he cultivated truth in every department of knowledge, he extended his benevolence to every class of his fellow-beings. In religion and politics his guides were truth and reason; his objects, the alleviation of unavoidable evil and the promotion of attainable good. For the universal diffusion of education and knowledge his zeal almost approached to enthusiasm, eagerly anticipating the general improvement inseparable from general knowledge. Lamentably to his family and friends, but appropriately to his character, died this lover of truth and human kind. His last words advocated the education of the poor; the last visions of his fancy portrayed the happier destinies of men, which every good man delights to indulge. But, eminent as Dr. Lindsay stood in his profession, his character derived its brightest lustre from his private virtues and domestic habits. It is not the cold artifices of language that can expressit is only the warm and kind heart that can feel the luxury of affection and endearment, such as Dr. Lindsay bestowed and enjoyed in the bosom of his family. Remote from the bursts of passion, the corrodings of envy, the fret of Freevishness, and the thousand evils of an ill-regulated temper, his presence diffused the sunshine of joy and love. In the circle of his familiar friends, the unrestrained ardour of his heart and the exuberant gaity of his humour gave full play to every social sentiment, and spread around him a real delight seldom surpassed in the intercourse of the most congenial minds. Upon the whole, his life was happy and useful, and certainly no man ever left behind him a higher esteem or a deeper regret. Dr. Lindsay was a native of Forfarshire, in Scotland, and succeeded the celebrated Dr. Fordyce as minister of Monkwell Street meeting. His academy at Grove-hall always sustained a character of the first respectability. His age was 66. No. II. We have a pleasure in stating that Dr. Lindsay, of whose death and character au interesting account will be found in another part of the paper, was an advocate for Mr. Brougham's Bill. It was the object of that Reverend gentleman's speech, at the conclusion of which he expired, to persuade his brethren to acquiesce in any plan which might tend to diffuse the blessings of education more widely; minute differences in point of faith, all being Christians, were objects of infinitely less importance. The awful situation of the speaker, who is now no more, will, we trust, add weight to his advice. "The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men be |