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an intimate friend entered his room, he with difficulty fixed on him those eyes which a fortnight before beamed mildness and serenity, and exclaimed, with an agitated voice, "Charles, my friend Eternity! Eternity! Whither, Oh, whither shall I flee?" His friend attempted to tranquilize him, by assuring him, that one possessed of his amiable qualities could have nothing to fear in the prospect of eternity. With a bewildered, vacant look, expressive of extreme mental distress, he grasped the hand of his friend, and replied, " Is there not a righteous Judge, who has denounced eternal death on every sinner who violates his holy law in a single point? and is there a commandment which I have not broken? is there a precept which I have not disregarded?-or an offer of mercy, through Christ, which I have not rejected? How then shall I escape His wrath who cannot lie, and who has declared that sinners shall be for ever banished from his presence, and consigned to that place of torment where there is only weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth! Oh, Charles, the world has deceived me, and ruined me for ever! Where now is the benefit of its unsatisfying caresses? About to enter on an era which shall never terminate, how despicable do its empty pleasures and irrational pursuits appear! Its votaries attempted to instil infidel principles into my mind, and, for a time, these succeeded in quieting the remonstrances of
a conscience, which, though concealed under a cheerful countenance, has often been tortured almost to despair. Believe me, Charles, a depraved heart is the only solid objection to the contents of the Bible." Then with eyes elevated to heaven, and expressive of what cannot be described, he exclaimed, in a hollow voice, "O Thou! who art a being of spotless purity and inflexible justice, I dare not now implore the bestowment of that mercy which I have so long despised; for I have obstinately turned a deaf ear to thy gracious invitations contained in the blessed gospel? Who, O Lord, knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear so is thy wrath. Woe unto him who presumptiqusly striveth with his Maker! for what impotent arm can resist his power? Who among the mighty can resist His power? Who among the mighty can endure his vengeance? Who can dwell with the devouring fire, or endure ever lasting burnings ?-Charles, Charles, hasten to the Lamb of God, who alone can take away the sins of the world, and satisfy the equitable demands of divine justice. Turn from your unhappy and undone friend, who is about to appear at the bar of that Being, who to every despiser of his offered salvation is a consuming fire."
Mr. W. became insensible immediately after this, and continued in a lethargic state till midnight, when he entered an eternal world.
Who does not turn away from this spectacle of human woe, to drop the tear of tenderest pity over the memory of the departed youth; to feel the glow of a virtuous indignation against the seducing spirit of scepticism, which first beguiles, and then tortures its victim; and to glory in the cross of Christ,
whose virtues can
Restore the ruin'd creature, Man.”
CHARLES GLOVER, Esq.
It is impossible for the finest imagination to sketch a more impressive scene, than the death-bed of Mr. Glover, exhibited to the eye of the deeply interested Spectators; and though it may not produce the same overpowering effect, when viewed through the medium of the press, yet it discloses so much moral beauty, and throws around such a peculiar charm of excitement, that no devout Christian can gaze on it, without feeling an increasing attachment to that precious faith, which turns the shadow of death into the brightness of the morning; and unveils the glories of the eternal world, ere the disciple of Jesus takes his final farewell of the sorrows and imperfections of the present state.
Mr. Glover was born at Tamworth, Staffordshire, on the 15th of January, 1753. From very early life he had a profound regard for the authority of God, which became the means of guarding him against those evils to which youth in general are exposed. His natural disposition was amiable,-there was a frankness in his manners which all admired-he was supersti
tiously attached to all the forms and ceremonies of the established church which he regularly attended, and had his mind embued with a proportionable degree of positive hatred to Methodism. As his conduct was upright before men, he thought that the eye of God discerned no imperfection in it; thus while he endeavoured to establish his own righteousness, the indignation he felt against the Methodism of the day, gave him a high degree of mental satisfaction. Having a taste for reading, he sometimes read to his mother and a few friends on a Sabbath evening; and on one occasion, when a sermon which he had read was extolled he turned to the title page to ascertain the author, but on seeing the name of George Whitfield, he was taken suddenly ill, and retired to commit the obnoxious volume to the flames. But his conscience suggested, that it would not be right to destroy what all acknowledged to be excellent. There was now a contest between conscience and prejudice; at length he resolved to spare the book and burn the title page; and the volume thus disfigured by prejudice, was preserved by Providence to be as an angel of mercy to a child of disobedience.
In the year 1774, he went to reside at Norwich; where, being less in awe of the scrutinizing eye of pharasaical bigotry, he sometimes indulged his curiosity in going to hear the Rev.