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DR. HAWKER is now revising his COMMENTARY, with a view to the printing of a handsome 8vo edition with the Text at large: to be published by subscription.

We learn, with great satisfaction, that the religious public, which, for some time seemed insensible to the necessity and importance of the ECLECTIC REVIEW, have lately manifested the most encouraging approbation of that valuable work. The favourable testimonies to its increasing merit which the Conductors have received from eminent characters in the several walks of Literature, as well as from the more

respectable ministers, encourage the hopes that we have long entertained, of seeing the prevalence of many toxious publications supplanted by talent with evangelical purity and a work combining exalted literary simplicity.


Died, on Thursday night, Nov. 12, after about one hours illness, Mrs. Wilks, the excellent wife of the Rev. Matt. Wilks, of London. On the Thursday following she was buried at Bunhill Fields, the funeral oration being delivered by the Rev. R. Hill.

Nov. 18th, died the Rev. Mr. Gilbert, of Bledlow.

List of Lectures, &c. in and near London, for December.

1. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Burder. a. Wed. M. Crown Crt. Mr. Buck. Providence of God.

Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation, at Mr. Humphrys's.

3. Th. Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Winter. Unsanctified Affliction.

6. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str. Mr.
Brooksbank; Devonshire Sq. Mr.
Atkinson; Hare Crt. Mr. Thos.
Thomas; Crown Ert. Mr. Greig ;
Peter Str. Mr. Rea; Palace Str.
Mr. Hyatt; Orange Str. Mr. Sam.

7. Mon. Ev. Missionary Prayer-Meet-
ing, at Mr. Beck's, Bury Street.
8. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Barber.
9. Wed M. Crown Ct. Mr. Hyatt,
Providence explained in a Future

Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation,
at Mr. Tim. Thomas's.

10. Th. M. Monthly Meeting (Indep.)
at Mr. J. Clayton's, Camomile St.
The Ob-
Mr. Barber to preach.
ligations resulting from Exemp-
tion from Persecution.
Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Goode.-The
Stedfastness of Christians the Joy
of Ministers.

13. LORD'S DAY Ev. Broad Str. Mr.
Collyer; Devonshire Square, Mr.
Powell; Hare Crt. Mr. Newman;
Orange St. Mr. Townsend; Crown
Ct. Mr.Gore; Peter St. Mr. Dunn.
14. Mon. Ev. Prayer Meeting for the
Nation, Surry Chapel.

17. Tu. M. Broad Str. Mr. Clayton.
16. Wed. M. Crown Crt. Mr. Hackett.
Ev. Prayer-Meeting for the Nation,
at Mr. Dore's.

17. Th. M. Monthly Meeting (Bapt.) at Mr. T. Thomas's, Mr. Burnside to preach. The Evidence of True Religion on others.

Ev. Fetter Lane, Mr. Waugh. Looking for the glorious appearing of Christ.

18. Fri. Ev. Sermon to Young People, at Crown Court, by Mr.J.Clayton.

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I live:- one instant, and the present scene
To me may be as tho' it ne'er had been: –
A sudden stroke may break life's brittle thread,
And find me number'd with the silent dead!
What then is life? - a vapour, which awhile,
Alittle while, appeareth,”. full of toil!
A shadow, which with haste escapes away!
The morning dew, -a short liv'd winter's day!
Not so th'immortal soul, that cannot die,
Tho' from its frail abode it soon must fly,
When death shall burst the bond that binds to earth
And give to its existence a new birth!

"Will it appear in the high climes of bliss,
"Or sink for ever in Hell's dark abyss ?"
If found in Jesus, it will have a place
Among those shining miracles of grace

That owe their Heav'n to God's unchanging love,
Who fix'd, ere time began, their seats above!
But, if found trampling on his sacred blood,
Careless of both his sceptre and his rod,
In league and love with ev'ry baneful sin

That serves to strengthen Satan's reign within;
Like Felix, it will tremble and turn pale,
And its own immortality bewail.


Search me, oh God! and try my froward heart!
Know thou my thoughts, and bid each sin depart!
Lead me in ways of everlasting peace,
And grant to ev'ry grace a large increase;
Till the blest Spirit and the Bride say
Exchange thy prison for thy Father's home!
Enter the joy of thine exalted Lord,
Heceive the palm, and lay aside the sword!
Behold my glory! see my unveil'd face!
And reap the fruits of my converting grace!
Share in the rest prepar'd for saints above,
And know for ever that thy "God is love!"


G. R.

For the Encouragement of the Sunday-School, by M. J.

TE friends of mercy, let your hearts expand;
With full supplies stretch forth a willing hand; -
Diffuse your bounty, like, the fruitful rain

Which waters earth, -
-nor waters it in vain :

So shall a blessing on your names attend;

What name so blessed as "The Poor Man's Friend ?"

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The means bestow to teach a rising race
To know their God, and wisdom to embrace;
Let not Egyptian darkness veil a mind
That is for immortality design'd.

No more let youth the Sabbath-day profane, —
Nor dreadful curses rend our ears with pain!
May all be brought to hear the sacred word,
And hallow'd lips sing praises to the Lord!

Oh! what a harvest to our view is this!
Each aids the cause, and each partakes the bliss!
Who sparing sows, must surely sparing reap;
The lib'ral soul abundant store shall heap.
God ne'er forgets the labours of our love;
. May ev'ry heart with gen'rous pity move!
And cheerfully your favours now bestow
"To praise the Lord,

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from whom all blessings flow!"


When my soul in gross darkness was closely shut up,
All religion to me was a pain;

Now, I hope, since by grace I am light in the Lord,
I shall count nothing else to be gain.

When ambition inflames the proud heart after fame,
And riches and pow'r among men,

My highest ambition is Jesus to gain,

And enjoy him thro' time without end.

When the gaudy and gay, for the glitter of shew,
All other pursuits do resign;

I'll rejoice, tho' in sorrow my life should be spent,
If in glory with Jesus I shine.

What dangers and troubles do many endure,
Vain titles or honours to gain !

I'll risk all I have, yea my life I'll forego,
With Jesus for ever to reign.

The profane may reproach me as long as I live,
My religion their scorn let them make,
In the cross I will glory, my Christ is my All,
And I'd glory to die for his sake.

When laid on the bed of affliction and death,

Their joys are all gone with the past;

But affliction prepares me for pleasures to come,
And in death all my sorrows are lost.

When conquer'd by death, and consign'd to the grave,
They're imprison'd for ever in night,

My bones rest in hope, while my soul wings its way
To abodes of perfection and light;

Where, with angels and saints, all embosom'd in bliss,
Many ages of pleasure I'll spend,

Till the voice of Jehovah burst open the grave,
And my Saviour to judgment descend.

Then embody'd again, and in glory complete,
I'll ascend to the mansions above,

Where, with all the redeem'd, Christ, my life, I will praise,
And eternally sing of his love.

Printed by CAULD, Greville Street, London


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