which paffeth all understanding was then his bleffed portion, and the love of God abundantly filled his heart. Before this deliverance, a natural modefty made him, in a confiderable degree, referved in speaking to his religious friends (except a very few) of the ftate of his mind, but now grace triumphed over nature, and constrained him to fay with David, "Come hither unto me all ye that fear God, and I will tell you what he hath done for my foul." Humble love gave him a fimplicity of spirit in reproving finners, and in perfuading them to tafte of redeeming goodnefs. A vehement thirst for the falvation of his fellow-mortals appeared in the whole of his deportment, and when he found any one inquifitive to know the way of falvation, it rejoiced his fpirit more than the acquifition of earthly treafure. And more especially did he intensely desire that his dear relatives might enjoy the kingdom of righteousness, peace and joy, which he found in his own foul.

This joy and peace continued for feveral days without any confiderable dimunition. He was then (as I believe moft are) tempted to think it was only the power of imagination, by which means, and alfo by reafoning with the tempter, he was brought into great diftrefs. But he again fought help from. God, and obtained comfort, being perfuaded that whatever imagination may produce, it can never raife the foul to love and fear God: that this muft certainly flow from the Giver of every good and perfect gift, and that it ftrongly evidences a work of grace in the heart: Afterwards, he in general walked in the fear of God and in the comforts of the Holy Ghoft; and the whole of his outward, behaviour frikingly difplayed the power of that grace he was a happy partaker of.

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Of the INQUISITION.

THE pretence for introducing the Inquifition into Spain, by Ferdinand and Ifabella, was an information given them of feveral Jews and Apoftates, who on Maunday-Thursday at night, had affembled privately, and performed the Jewish Ceremonies with execrable blafphemies and reproaches against our Saviour. Six of them were ordered to be feized, and were kept in irons in the Dominican Convent of St. Paul, at Seville, for a long time, and barbaroufly tortured. Several more of them were proceeded againft in the fame manner, and fome were burnt alive and they that were pronounced lefs guilty, had their families rendered infamous, their eftates confifcated, and great numbers were condemned to perpetual darkness and chains in a loathfome prison.

This new way of proceeding against the Diffenters from the eftablished Church, at firft raised a great clamour amongst the Bishops, out of whofe hands the cause of religion was by this new tribunal abfolutely wrested. They exclaimed against punishing the children for the crime of their parents; the conviction of any one upon the evidence of a private accufer, and their condemnation without being confronted with the informer, contrary to the ancient custom, when offences against religion were punished with death. But they were moft exasperated at the Inquifitors, for taking away all liberty of free converfation, having their spies in every city, town, and village, by which the nation was reduced to the lowest flavery. However, feverity was the favourite argument against all oppofers; and the pleaders for moderation could obtain no alteration in the proceedings already established. So that Judges were chofen out of every province, to whofe pleasure the fortunes, reputations, and lives of all perfons were abfolutely committed independent of the civil power,

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look not fo piteously on me!-O, killing, killing!-Hark! her mother raves, and howls in raging madness !—How furioufly fhe ftaresi-See, the rushes towards me!

Sophronius. Sir, what mean you? Whom do you fpeak to? What do you look at ?

Calliftus. Do not you fee them? Look-he draws his fword!-Let him come !-Come, injured youth, plunge thy revengeful weapon deep into my heart! and-wouldst thou be merciful-kill my foul !-

Sophronius. Good God!-Calliftus! why, dear Calliftus, recollect yourself! What is the matter, Sir?

Calliftus. Nothing-I beg your pardon-O come nearer me, dear Sir!-Who can bear this !-It confumes me-It deftroys me:-I am forry I fent for you, Sir.-I am very faint and weak-See here (meaning his tears) they will have their way— I cannot keep them back-Do not defpife me, good Sophronius.

Sophronius. You fee I have no right:-Let us not be afhamed of being men!-Believe me, my friend,-my heart bleeds for you!-Good Sir, drink this. [Offering him a cordial.] [To be continued.]

An Account of JEFFERY HUDSON.

[EFFERY HUDSON was born in 1619, at Latham, in

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Rutlandfhire. His father was a butcher, of a flout and corpulent frame. His mother was a good fize. When pregnant she was not cumbersome, nor did fhe need a midwife to bring him into the world.

At eight years old, being not half a yard in height, he was taken by the Duchefs of Buckingham. At a fplendid feast given by the Duke, there was a cold pie, which being opened, little Jeffery started up in complete armour.

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Soon after, he was prefented to Queen Henrietta Maria. It was a strange contraft to fee him and the King's gigantic porter, William Evans. In a masque at court, Evans lugged out of one pocket a long loaf, and little Jeffery, instead of a piece of cheese, out of the other. He died about the year 1680, being upwards of fixty years of age.

An Account of THOMAS TO PHA M.

THOMAS TOPHAM, born in London, was five feet ten inches high. So great was his ftrength that he pulled against a horse, fitting upon the ground with his feet against two ftumps; and although his legs were placed horizontally, inftead of rifing parallel to the traces of the horse, yet the horse was unable to move him.

By the strength of his fingers he rolled up a very ftrong and large pewter dish.

He lifted a table fix feet long, with his teeth, which had half a hundred weight hanging at the end of it, and held it in a horizontal position for a considerable time.

He took an iron kitchen-poker, about a yard long, and three inches round, and holding it in his right hand, he ftruck upon his bare left arm, between the elbow and the wrift, till he bent the poker nearly to a right angle.

He took fuch another poker, and holding the ends of it in his hands, and the middle against the back of his neck, brought both ends of it together before him: and what was yet more difficult, he pulled it almost strait again.

He lifted a rolling-ftone of eight hundred weight with his hands only, ftanding in a frame above it, and taking hold of a chain that was fastened to it.

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On

On the RESURRECTION.

ST. PAUL, in his d fence before King Agripa, faid, Why

fhould it be thought a thing incredible with you that God fhould raife the dead? Well might he afk that question; for certainly he that created the living, can raife the dead; he who gave life at first, can doubtless call us again from death: that we shall all be raifed again from the grave, is as certain as that we fhall all go to it.

The whole courfe of Nature demonftrates a refurrection; for every thing that dies in winter rifes again in fpring, nothing in nature is abfolutely dead; corruption only changes the present form of things, but does not annihilate the exiftence of them: every thing which is corrupted by time, rifes again in fome new shape.

Since this is the conflant courfe of univerfal nature, why fhould man, who poffeffes infinitely higher qualities than all other beings in this world, imagine he fhall not revive again?

It is impoffible for any man, who will feriously reflect upon the intellectual powers he poffeffes, to fuppofe he was created for no other purpofe than a fhort exiflence in this world: a little reflection muft convince him, he was made to enjoy a much fuperior ftation in another life; he will perceive how all creatures in this world rife in gradation, from the worm up to himself; and from the mental faculties he poffeffes, will conclude that he was created to rife much higher in another life. And what his reafon tells him, is confirmed by the facred fcriptures.

Our bleffed Saviour, who is the refurrection and the life of the world, fays in St. John, chap. v, Verily, verily, I fay unto you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God; and they that hear fhall live,

Marvel not at this; for the hour is coming, in which all that are in the grave shall hear his voice, and come forth; they that have done good, unto the refurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the refurrection of damnation.

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