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Fathers in Christ, from Britain far. rerpote,

Ye know our loss, for oft lis worth ye prov'd; To you the portrait of his soul le wrote ti

Ve saw the God, the men, the cause, he loy'de Tho' dift'ring much in outward form and name

(And party-rancour rage mistakes for zeal) One gospel-spirit prompts one holy ain;

Alike the gen'rous Name of love ye feel. Among the foremost, Eyke was ever found,

Nor felt discourag'd by success delay'd;
Eager to act, he felt the frequent wound

When cold Reluctance lent unwilling aid.
Yet soon would Grace bid ruffled Nature cease,

A little moment and the cloud was past :
Kind was his heart, his looks, his words were peace,

And the sweet bond of brotherhood stood fast,
He lov'd his country, and with ardour strove

To mend its morals and instruct its poor: To spread the knowledge of redeeming love,

And ope in ev'ry town a gospel-door I. He felt the int'rest of the rising race

And led their doubtful feet to Wisdom's ways; For he had known the bliss of early grace,

And gave to God the blossom of his days. Oye who heard his voice, still list’ning hear,

For he, tho' dead, yet speaks aloud to you a
Retrace the lessons past of many a year,

And from his death-bed catch a sermon new.
For you he pray'd with his expiring breath:, **

" To God I leave my charge, from whom it came; “ Soon shall my feeble pow'rs be lost in death;

“But his firm love and care remain the same,” And ye who bear his name, who felt the ties

Of dearest kindred twine about your heart, A husband lovid, a father valu'd dies;

And ye are wounded in the tend'rest part. · Yet sorrow not as those of hope devoid,

For he has finish'd well his course below; .
Has kept the faith, and Faith's support enjoy'd,

And triumph'd o'er the last invet'rate foe.
He saw the righteous crown, the prize was won;

He heard the sweet sustaining plaudit givin,
Well hast thou, good and faithful servant, done;

Enter thy Master's joy, and rest in Heav'n s."
There sin thall ne'er pollute the spirit more,

Nor the frail body wound the soul with pain;
Temptation's struygles are for ever o'er;

Nor death dissolves the bonds of love again.
Bright as the sun, and like the angels pure,

The spirits of the just made perfect Chine :
Their work is finish'd, and their prize secure;

Their joy is full, cternal, and divine.
O blissful scene, thy prospect cheers the mind;

Blost promis'u mansions of redeeming fore!
May eaci departins sint thy solace fund,

Then change their hope to certainty above!' . ALIQUIS. .

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lei 26 643 United to its mother Earth,

Boast not, O Death, before our eyes, We mourn the slumbring frame;

Thy tortures, darts, or stiogs! The soul enjoys a heav'nly-birth,

"The Sun of Rightcousness shall rise, And we expect the sani ,

With healing in his wings !" To life, eternal life, we haste,.

of holy cherubim, the voice to bliss without alloy;

Shall ecbo thro' the air;
Where all believers soon shall taste And ransom'd sinners shall rejoice;
Perpetual endless joy!

Responsive from afar.
Angels shall watch this sleeping clay,

Relcas'd icon Earth's alarms,
' . And wait us, on that joyous day, o

To our Immanuel's arms.

LONGING TO DEPART.
COME, my dear Lord, di solve the chain
That binds me down to cares and pain :
Fain would my toiling heart be free,
And rise from cares and pain to thee.
Come, my dear Lord, I long to prove
The boundless riches of thy love.
Sighing, I bid my wishes ily
To Christ and iinmortality!
What do I here of good for thee?
Thy grace is all in all to me!
I would fulfil th' appointed day,
Then stretch my wings and soar away.
Yes; I would scek thee in the grave;
E'en there, my God hath pow'r to save :
The sacred regions of the dad
Ne fears molest, nor sins javade.
Hope fills with fears my lifted eye,
Thy chariot shakes the sounding sky ;
My heart rebounds, th y glavis shive,
And life, eccrnal life, is inine!

J.R.

ODE TO THE LARK,

At the Approach of Spring.
· Lovely Chartress of the dawn,

Welcome the returning spring;
Take the pinions of the moru,
- Shake thy plumes, and sweetly sing :
Leave thy dew. besprinkled nest,
Rise, and shew thy speckled breast.
Now the day-spring beams from far,

Now the shades of night retire;
Chariner, mount thy liquid car,

Higher, higher still aspire :
Leave tiny couch of spangled dew,
Rise to realms of Heav'nly blue.
Yon blue vault, divinely bright,

Sweetly strikes the ravish'd eye; .
Take the swiftness of the light,

Seck, o seek, thy native skyi
There, in softly-warbled lays,
Chant the great Creator's praise !

JACOB UO.

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THE

EVANGELICAL MAGAZINE.

JUNE, 1803.

MÉMOIR

OF

THE LATE REV. JOHN EYRE, À. M. .

While we narrate tlie lives of others, we ourselves are dying. The hand is now cold in death which first introduced this Work to the public, and has, in the course of ten years past, recorded so many bright examples. It is a debt we owe, both to our late respected Editor and to the public, to add his example, as another instance of holy zeal in life, and blissful piety in death.

- The great ends of Christian Biography,” says Mr. Fuller, " are instruction and example. By faithfully describing the lives of men eminent for godliness, we not only embalm their memory, but furnish ourselves with fresh materials and motives for a holy life*.” This observation will be found to apply to the subject of these memoirs, no less justly than to the amiable PIERCE: as they were natives of neighbouring towns, they were also men, in many respects, of kindred minds.

Of the earliest part of Mr. Eyre's life, our materials are, unhappily, very scanty. He was born at Bodmin, in Cornwall, of very respectable parents, in the month of January, 1754.. It appears they gave him a liberal education ; for he was taught Latin at an early age : not, however, being intended for any of the learned professions, he was, at fifteen, removed from school, and placed as an apprentice with a Mr. Oliver, clothier and shopkeeper at Tavistock.

Prior to this event, even so early as at four years old, he was not without serious' thoughts. At that period, a godly man, taking him up in his arms, said, “ There is such a thing as the pardon of sin, and there is such a thing as knowing it ;” an impression was made thereby on his mind, which, when recollected at the age of fourteen, urged him to pray, in order to obtain this blessing for himself. Of such importance is it to implant the

* Memoirs of Mr. Pierce, p. 288.

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