Shall science distant lands explore,
Commerce her wealth convey,

Shall sin extend from shore to shore
Its desolating sway!

And shall there not be Christians found
Who will for Christ appear,

To make a stand on heathen ground,
And preach salvation there?

Shall Britain to remotest climes
Transmit her guilt alone,

And not (with her infectious crimes)
Make her great Saviour known?

Oh may our warm and kindling zeal
Burn to an holy flame!

Wide as the world his truth reveal,
And all his love proclaim!

Great God, if thou our efforts bless,

If thou direct our ways,

Then shall the lands which share thy grace
Reverberate thy praise.

As one of the correspondents of the Christian Observer, Mr. Shrubsole transmitted the following beautiful effusion of Christian experience to the then editor of that periodical, and obtained insertion for it in 1813.

Lord."

DAILY DUTIES, DEPENDENCE, AND ENJOYMENT.

-"For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the ROMANS XIV. 8.

When, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes my eyes,

O Sun of Righteousness, divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine;

Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,

And turn my darkness into day.

When, to Heaven's great and glorious King,

My morning sacrifice 1 bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,

Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;

Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood,

And be my Advocate with God.

As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my Counsellor and Friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.

When pain transfixes every part,
And languor settles at the heart;
When, on my bed, diseased, opprest,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest-
O Great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.

Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low,
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer-
Lord! pity, and supply my need,
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.

Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings in my store,
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done-
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed.
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,

"To see thy face, and sing thy praise."

The lines intituled "Looking unto Jesus," were among the last efforts of Mr. Shrubsole's devotional muse, and have been copied from the album of that beloved daughter who has so well portrayed the virtues of her revered father.

When numerous snares beset my feet,
Spread by the world, by sense and sin,—
When bold temptation's front I meet,

Or feel a treacherous heart within
Jesus! my guide and helper be,
And let me stay my soul on thee.

When duties on my languid mind

Wage but a weak and feeble claim,
And in devotion's hours I find

No kindlings of a heavenly flame;
Saviour, the will and power impart,
Direct my mind, and warm my heart.

Should my breast heave with labouring sighs,
Oppressed with pain, o'ercharged with grief,
Should joy be hidden from my eyes,
And hope delay her sweet relief;
Then, gracious Saviour, by me stay,
And wipe the gushing tear away.

Soon what will all the world avail !

Its hopes and fears, its joys and strife;
Soon even flesh and heart must fail,

And leave me on the verge of life;

Then, Saviour, then my portion be,
In death and in eternity!

In drawing this brief notice of Mr. Shrubsole to a close, it is impossible not to be struck with the great benefits connected with early parental instruction and examples. His revered father sought not great things for his children, as it respects this world; but brought them up "in the nurture and admonition of the Lord." And though, for a short period, his fond hopes were deferred, he had the unspeakable satisfaction of speedily realizing the answer of his devout prayers, and of seeing one dear to him as his own soul devoting the prime of his faculties to the service of Christ. Had he been less firm, on the one hand, or less conciliatory and affectionate, on the other, the same blessed result might not have been accomplished.

But it behoves us especially to magnify the grace of God, in so early arresting this sanguine and aspiring youth in his career of folly and impenitence, and in fitting him for such extensive usefulness in the church of Christ, and placing him in spheres in which he was enabled to gratify the best feelings of a renewed heart.

In the case of Mr. Shrubsole, as in that of Mr. Hardcastle, with whom he often mingled in the delightful circles at Hatcham House, we have a striking example of the powerful and hallowed influence which pious laymen may exert upon the public mind of their country, when their powers are duly cultivated, their views rightly directed, and their hearts filled with love to God and man. Yet were these servants of God, who have now met in heaven, delightful illustrations of the practicability of combining a public spirit, in the cause of God, with all that is modest and retiring in personal demeanour, and all that is lovely and consistent in domestic life.

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MEMOIR

OF THE LATE

THE REV. DAVID BOGUE, D. D.

THE name of DAVID BOGUE is identified with the first conception, and earliest history, of the London Missionary Society. It is a name worthy to be holden in everlasting remembrance, and one which reflects lustre on the country which gave him birth, and the 'age in which he lived. To the man of the world, who cares little for the objects which animate the zeal and engage the heart of the Christian, this may sound like the language of extravagant panegyric; for the measure of human glory is, for the most part, tried by a standard, which differs widely from the balances of the sanctuary. It is, however, in the light of eternity alone, that we can discern the intrinsic value of all earthly things, and, viewed in this light, the character of David Bogue shines forth with a splendour which will appear as "the brightness of the firmament," among those who have turned "many to righteousness," in that day when "they that sleep in the dust shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt."

What though he did not fill the trumpet of fame with his achievements as a conqueror, a statesman, or a legislator! What though he did not scale the heights of science, or enlarge the boundaries of literary knowledge! He was enabled to do more. In the strength of the King of kings, "whose he was, and whom he served," he waged a long and successful war with the powers of darkness, whom, with undaunted courage and unwearied zeal, he assailed in various quarters, and in their strongest holds; while by his counsels, his labours, and his example, he contributed to plant the banner of the Cross in places where Satan's empire was undisturbed, and the kingdom of God was unknown. To these objects were consecrated talents of no common order, and an assemblage of qualities rarely concentrated in a single individual with such combined force. Had his faculties been directed to the attainment of