Cherson, a Russian settlement, near the northern extremity of the Black Sea, he visited a young lady at some distance, in a malignant fever, caught the fatal infection, and died in a few days, notwithstanding every possible assistance, on Jan. 20, 1790.

So highly was he respected, even in that remote country, that Prince Potempkin not only sent his physician, but visited him in person in sickness.

Mr. H. displayed almost every virtue honourable to humanity-temperance, patience, disinterestedness, fortitude, benevolence, candour, and piety; but we can only farther instance in the latter. He was early impressed with divine truth, and a firm believer in the Scriptures. In sentiment he was a Calvinistic Baptist, and many years a member of the late Dr. Stennett's Church in Wild Street, where he statedly attended when in London, and did great honour to the community. "He had made up his mind," as he said, "upon his religious sentiments, and was not to be moved from his steadfastness by novel opinions obtruded upon the world. Nor did he content himself with a bare profession of divine truths. He entered into the spirit of the Gospel, felt its power, and tasted its sweetness."

When he was upon his travels, it was his practice to employ his Sabbaths, and hours of retirement, in reviewing the notes he had taken of sermons which he heard in England. "These," said he, in a letter to Dr. Stennett-" these are my songs in the house of my pilgrimage. O, Sir, how many Sabbaths have I longed to spend in Wild Street!-God in Christ is my rock, the portion of my soul."

His piety was attended (as it always is when genuine) with modesty, and a due conviction of his imperfections. When informed of the proposal to erect his statue, he blushed at the honour. "Alas!" said he, in a letter to a friend, "our best performances have such mixture

of folly and sin, that praise is vanity and presumption, and pain to a thinking mind." And when he was told by a great person, in another kingdom, that if he would not suffer a statue to be erected in his own country, it should be in their prisons, he replied, "I have no objection to its being erected where it shall be invisible. We shall only add, that Mr. H. was small in stature, but possessed a very lively eye, and active gesture; and, for many years before his death, neither ate animal food nor drank spirituous liquors.

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His monument was the first erected in St. Paul's Cathedral; but this is the smallest part of his honour. He has a thousand living monuments in the hearts of the unfortunate, and nations yet unborn shall bless him.

Baptist Magazine.

Having seen the power of religion exemplified in the dying testimonies of such eminent characters, we will just glance at the last moments of two of the professed enemies of Christianity:

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

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THE character of the profligate George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, is well known to all who are "He was," acquainted with the reign of Charles II. as said the Earl of Clarendon, 66 a man of noble presence; he had great liveliness of wit, and a peculiar faculty of turning serious things into ridicule. had no principles of religion, virtue, or friendship. Pleasure, frolic, and extravagant diversion, were all that he regarded. He had no steadiness of conduct; he could never fix his thoughts, nor govern his estate, though it was at one time the greatest in England.

He was bred about the King, and for many years had a great ascendant over him: but at length he drew a lasting disgrace upon himself, and ruined both body and mind, fortune and reputation. The madness of vice appeared in him in very eminent instances; and at last he became contemptible and poor, sickly, and sunk in all respects; so that his conversation was as much avoided, as ever it had been courted."

In this deplorable situation, with no other companions than his own unwelcome thoughts, he mournfully looked back over his past life, but there were no traces of goodness or benevolence to vary the cheerless scene; no waymarks, like those erected by the patriarch in the land of Haran, which might remind him of a place of prayer; nothing that could speak to his perturbed mind. The hours which he had wasted appeared as swift witnesses against him. He was rapidly advancing to the borders of an unknown world, where he had nothing to hope from divine mercy, and much to fear from divine justice. In the hour of prosperity, the accusing monitor, when it reasoned loudly concerning righteousness, temperance, and judgment, had been little heeded; now it proclaimed in a voice of thunder, that he should prepare to meet his God.

"O what a prodigal have I been of the most valuable of all possessions-time," said this unhappy man, in a letter to a particular friend, Doctor Barrow, when he was drawing near his end. "I have squandered it away with a profusion unparalleled; and now, when the enjoyment of a few days would be worth the world, I cannot flatter myself with the prospect of half a dozen hours. How despicable, my dear friend, is that man who never prays to God, but in the hour of distress! In what manner can he supplicate that Omnipotent Being in his afflictions, whom, in the time of his prosperity, he never remembered with reverence?

Do not brand me with infidelity, when I tell you that I am almost ashamed to offer up my petitions at the throne of grace, or to implore that Divine mercy in the next world, which I have scandalously abused in this. Shall ingratitude to man be looked on as the blackest of crimes, and not ingratitude to God? Shall an insult offered to the King be looked upon in the most offensive light, and yet no notice taken when the King of Kings is treated with indignity and disrespect?

"The companions of my former libertinism would scarce believe their eyes, were you to show them this epistle. They would laugh at me as a dreaming enthusiast, or pity me as a timorous wretch, who was shocked at the appearance of futurity: but whoever laughs at me for being right, or pities me for being sensible of my errors, is more entitled to my compassion than resentment. A future state may well enough strike terror into any man, who has not acted well in this life; and he must have an uncommon share of courage indeed, who does not shrink at the presence of God. The apprehensions of death will soon bring the most profligate to a proper use of his understanding. To what a situation am I now reduced! Is this odious little hut a suitable lodging for a Prince! Is this anxiety of mind becoming the character of a Christian? From my rank, I might have expected affluence to wait upon my life; from religion and understanding, peace to smile upon my end; instead of which I am afflicted with poverty, and haunted with remorse; despised by my country, and I fear, forsaken by my God!

"There is nothing so dangerous as extraordinary abilities. I cannot be accused of vanity now, by being sensible that I was once possessed of uncommon qualifications, especially as I sincerely regret that I ever had them. My rank in life made these accomplish

ments still more conspicuous; and fascinated by the general applause which they procured, I never considered the proper means by which they should be displayed. Hence, to procure a smile from a blockhead whom I despised, I have frequently treated the virtuous with disrespect, and sported with the holy name of heaven, to obtain a laugh from a parcel of fools, who were entitled to nothing but contempt.Your men of wit generally look upon themselves as discharged from the duties of religion, and confine the doctrines of the Gospel to people of meaner understandings. It is a sort of derogation, in their opinion, to comply with the rules of Christianity; and they reckon that man possessed of a narrow genius, who studies to be good. What a pity that the Holy Writings are not made the criterion of true judgment; or that any person should pass for a gentleman in this world, but he who appears solicitous about his happiness in the next.

"I am forsaken by all my acquaintance; utterly neglected by the friends of my bosom, and the dependents on my bounty; but no matter; I am not fit to converse with the former, and have no abilities to serve the latter. Let me not, however, be wholly cast off by the good. Favour me with a visit as soon as possible. Writing to you gives me some ease, especially on a subject I could talk of for ever. I am of opinion this is the last visit I shall ever solicit from you; my distemper is powerful. Come and pray for the departing spirit of the poor unhappy

BUCKINGHAM."

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