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her affection, that the tears still fill my eyes at the mention of her name. She was a true Christian, of fervent piety, and habitually animated by the divine principle of faith in the Son of God. She had been long looking forward to her change, and felt all the peace which arises from those “hopes through grace” which the Gospel has giv

For the last 24 hours of her life her mind considerably wandered; but I had the pleasure of seeing that she generally knew her family, and that she became immediately recollected when I prayed with her. Indeed, till within a short time of her death, she joined in singing those psalms and hymns in which she delighted, almost with her usual clearness and animation. She was thankful for every

attention_her expressions to us were most affectionate and consolatory—and I humbly trust that we shall never forget the instructions of our early days, impressed upon our minds by the afflicting lessons of her death. It is thus that the good leave an inheritance to their children, more valuable than wealth, and which is independent of the vicissitudes of this uncertain world."

It was on this occasion also, that Dr. M. wrote that beautiful poem which was inserted in different periodicals, and with which we shall enliven and enrich our pages.

“Far from each busy scene, I meditate,

Sad, yet not sorrowing, on the hour of deathThe death of thee, my parent, lost so late

Thy death so sweeten'd by thy Christian faith!

And thee, O world ! I gladly leave behind,

To seek retirement's calm and silent road; Sublimer thoughts engage my chastened mind;

And, from the grave, my soul ascends to GodAscends through Him, on whom I place my trust,

Who heals the wound by which my heart was torn; And, while my tears fall o'er my Mother's dust,

My mind is soothed-I weep—but do not mourn. Yes—sweet the thoughts which fill my glist’ning eye;

Soft as the dew-drops are the tears I shed;
And, while I feel affection's broken tie,

I love to think on the departed dead.
No anguish'd thought attends my Mother's grave;

Past days remind me only of her love;
And, through her faith in Him who came to save,

I see her now among the bless'd above.
And with her there, I hope my Lord to join,

Free from my griefs and all my worldly cares; Her hope, her path, her portion shall be mine;

Nor vain for me shall be her dying prayers. She was through life my fond but faithful friend;

More than myself, she felt my grief and joys; Yet still she kept before me life's great end

The Christian's calling, and the Christian's prize. Lofty, though tender, was her virtuous mind;

Upright and generous, candid as the day; True while she loved, unflattering while kind

To noblest aims she pointed still my way. In youth's sweet days she heard her Saviour's voice;

With deep devotion gave herself to God; Through chequer'd life, felt still religion's joys;

Through good and ill, still held the heavenly road. Her course was long-in peace she saw its end,

And looked beyond the vale with lively faith; She saw the glory of the promised land,

And feared no evil in the shades of death. Low in the grave I laid her honour'd head,

And thought of all the scenes thro' which she pass'd; The young and aged number'd with the dead

The valued friends with whom I once was bless'd.

I felt myself a stranger on the earth;

Saw Jordan's gloomy waves before me roli Eternal things in all their speechless worth

And solemn grandeur, rose before my soul. Prostrate I fell before the sacred throne;

With humble prayer, renew'd my sacred vows; And, trusting in my Saviour's grace alone,

Look'd to the mansions of my Father's house. And now I love the calm and silent shade,

To rise in faith beyond the bounds of time; With softened heart, to think


the dead,
And elevate my soul in thoughts sublime.
Yet, while I see the wond'rous ages roll,
The plan of grace fulfilling all

its ends; With every scene which rises on my soul,

I see the forms of my DEPARTED FRIENDS. The weary traveller in a trackless land,

The sea-tossed mariners where'er they roam, Think of the country where their wanderings end,

And see their friends in every thought of home.”

Under the guardian care of such eminently pious parents, the opening mind of young Macgill was formed to suitable impressions. There is no evidence, however, that at this early period, and with all his advantages of domestic piety and parental example, any vital change was effected on his heart. There was in him, by original constitution, a remarkable amiability of temper, which, when combined with a natural dignity of deportment, gave an elevation to his character and aims even at a very early period of life. The holy influence of divine truth gradually gained its predominating ascendancy over his heart. It was not, indeed, till some considerable time after he was settled in the ministry of the Gospel, that he could

be considered as decidedly pious. At the period of his entrance on the ministry, it is true, he cherished a very deep sense of the importance of the pastoral office, and the dignity of the ministerial character. But there is good reason to think, that, with the lapse of years and the progress of experience, his views of divine truth became gradually more clear and comprehensive, while his Christian character was thereby matured.

It was in the parish school of Port-Glasgow Mr. Macgill received the rudiments of his education. In 1775 he went to the University of Glasgow, and there for nine years prosecuted his studies in literature, philosophy, and divinity, with distinguished reputation. In each department he seems to have stood high in the estimation both of professors and students. His numerous prizes are a proof of this ;* while the extent and accuracy of his acquired knowledge in the different branches of study, afford a solid evidence of proficiency. The teachers in that venerable seat of learning were then among the most eminent men of the day. Of such men as Young, Richardson, Millar, Jardine, Reid, and Findlay, any seminary may be proud ; and such men are the lights of an age.

Of them all Dr. Macgill enjoyed the good opinion; while two of them remained through life his most attached friends; I mean Messrs. Young and Jardine; the one, distinguished for his classic attainments particularly in the literature of Greece; the other, perhaps the most useful teacher that ever sat in the Logic Chair of any university.* Among the other professors, Dr. Findlay, who so ably filled the Chair of Theology, was his earliest patron and most steady friend.

* His full Notes of Lectures by the different Professors, and his various Essays on different topics, with extracts from books read, prove his diligence; while among his University honours when a student, may be noticed the Silver Medal for Elocution, 1784 ; and another in 1785 for the best Essay on the genuineness of the Gospel of Matthew.

While passing through the course of study at the university, Dr. Macgill was employed in different respectable families as private tutor. At the request of Dr. Findlay, the Professor of Theology, he took charge during one winter of the studies of a young man to whom the learned professor stood in the capacity of guardian, and betwixt whom and his tutor there was speedily formed a warm and affectionate intimacy. This gentleman was Mr. George Vanburgh Brown of Knockmarloch, who died lately at Tours, in France. For two summers Dr. M. lived in the family of Mr. Hunter, merchant in Paisley, and conducted the studies of his son, a young gentleman of very promising qualities, who died in early life.t At a later period Dr. M. was tutor for six months in the family of the Honourable Henry Ers

* Professor Jardine's Work, entitled “ Outlines of Philosophical Education,” deserves to be more extensively known and read than we fear it is.

† Dr. M. during the summer recess frequently visited at Morris Hill, and Bogston, in the parish of Beith. Mrs. Montgomery of Bogston (Mrs. Jean Welsh) was a near relative of his mother.

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