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had been intense. Every sound seemed a voice of praise; every visible object seemed clad with the divine glory. Now he was rich and happy; for he had that which cannot be got for gold; neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof. The gold and the crystal cannot equal it-no mention shall be made of coral and of pearls; for the price of WISDOM is above rubies." In the spirit of adoption he could now say "Abba, Father." He felt what it is to be raised from the lowest condition of poverty, pain, and ignorance, and to be made a child of God and a joint-heir with Jesus Christ, of an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away. What youth would not rejoice when such prospects should first burst on his view? Who would not be raised above the paltry things of time and sense?

Poor Edward now became happy Edward,though he still had scarcely where to lay his head. He was destitute, sick, and dependent. During the last three years he had attempted to read, but, having no teacher, nor any one to encourage and assist him, he could only now spell out passages of scripture and commit them to memory, and this he had done to a considerable extent.

Though in the humble capacity of a servant boy, he could not restrain his ardent desires to be useful

Even while struggling

to his fellow creatures. with the most distressing doubts, and groping in thick darkness without a guide, he did not live without attempting to benefit those about him. He conversed with his friends and companions, and distributed religious tracts when he could obtain them. But now a new era commenced in the history of Edward. Faith wrought within him, overcoming the fear of the world, purifying his heart, and working by love towards all around him. He missed no opportunity of doing good which came within the narrow limits of his influence or opportunity. He spent much time in prayer and meditation, and often met for social worship and improvement, with a small assembly of poor people, who seem to have been much benefited by these pious interviews; and some of them, it is hoped, have been brought, through his humble instrumentality, to embrace an offered Saviour, and will be found with him at God's right hand.

While in this happy frame of mind, and endeavoring to do something for the cause of his Redeemer, and still suffering from ill health and abject poverty, he attracted the notice of Miss M-, an English lady of piety and wealth, residing on the island. She at once invited Edward to her house, supplied his wants, gave him a plea

sant little room over her kitchen, and such light service, as he was able to do.

He concluded his simple and affecting narrative, of which the above is the substance, (for the unadorned eloquence of the narrator cannot be preserved,) by inviting me to accompany him to see his friend and protectress. This I gladly promised to do, and, having appointed the morning when he should call to conduct me thither, he took his leave, expressing the great satisfaction which he had enjoyed in the interview. Never before did I see myself to be so insignificant, or the grace of God so great, as in the case of this humble disciple. Here was a Christian formed by God's own hand, and almost without human instrumentality. And never did I see one formed on a better model. Never have I met one on whom the image of Christ was more visible-one so evidently "born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God." Education he had not, books he could not read, and no companion, or friend had he who could render him the least guidance either in matters of religion or of knowledge. A simple child of nature, made a simple child of grace, presented to my view one of the most interesting specimens of God's workmanship that I have ever seen.

The appointed morning came; I started off in the direction of Miss M-'s, without waiting the arrival of our young friend. The morning was uncommonly delightful, even for this most delightful of climates. A shower had fallen the preceding night, and the sun had risen from his ocean bed, not to scorch with his wonted tropical intensity, but with the heat of his rays moderated by the cooling trade winds. My path led me over the base of Halley's Mount-from which that celebrated astronomer once observed the transit of Venus. From this spot nearly the whole island may be seen, which, at this time, was covered with an almost unbroken carpet of green. The fertile valleys displayed their rich fields of ripening grain, or growing vegetation, with their vineyards, orchards and beautiful and neat cottages surrounded by luxuriant shrubbery. On the sides of the hills, flocks and herds were grazing in the verdant pastures, and the summits of the highest peaks, crowned with a thick ever-green jungle, or covered with groves of firs, presented, at a distance, the appearance of a low and luxuriant vegetation. In full view on my right, in the deep valley which terminates the mount on which I stood, appeared the lone and the low repository of all that death had left of him who held the world in awe. A grave

covered with three unlettered stones, and enclosed by a plain iron railing-a little green plot of ground surrounded by a wooden paling, three aged willows, a few young cypresses, and one veteran English soldier-was all the attendant of wealth and state and pomp, now required for that once potent monarch. Come, ye that are powerful and noble, and here behold the end of earthly great

ness!

From the contemplation of this lowly spot, which forces on the mind the most humiliating reflections upon human pride and ambition, the eye involuntarily steals beyond the valley, and fixes on the opposite side, where stand the well-known buildings of Long Wood. The rude and humble dwelling-whose walls once witnessed the sighs and groans of departed greatness, and where the restless spirit of the conqueror, confined, smothered, consumed by its own unhallowed fires, and cankered by the gnawings of the undying worm, struggled to throw off its manacles till it burst from its earthly tenement-is dilapidated by time, and desecrated to the common purposes of a farm-yard and barn. Of the hero we can only say, "he died and was buried." The unfading crown," the imperishable sceptre, the eternal "kingdom," the immortal "glory," which were, perhaps, once

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