from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.

A few weeks ago, Stephen Karkeet, twenty-five years of age, whilst employed under ground in a mine, in the parish of Newlyn, was buried alive by the falling together of the sides of the shaft in which he was, at the depth of five fathoms from the surface. The first person who arrived at the spot, was a man named George Trevarrow, who called to know if any living being was beneath, when Karkeet answered in a firm voice, "I know all earthly power can avail me nothing; I feel the cold hand of death upon me. If there is any hope of my being extricated from this untimely grave, tell me; and if not, tell me." Trevarrow at once informed him, that there was not a shadow of hope left him, as upwards of four tons of rubbish had fallen around him, and that suffocation must inevitably take place before any human aid could afford him relief. On hearing which, Karkeet exclaimed, "All's well! it is the Lord, let him do what seemeth him good! Tell my dear father and mother not to be sorry, as those without hope, for me; it is now only that I am happy; it is now I feel the advantage of a religious life; now I feel the Lord is my strong hold; and now I feel I am going to heaven!" Here his voice failed him, he never spoke again.

Chap. xv, ver. 2.—And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire; and them that had gotten the victory over the beast, and over his image, and over his mark, and over the number of his name, stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God.

Luther, having rejected with disdain the great offers by which Alexander, the Papal legate, attempted

to gain him over to the court of Rome; "He is a ferocious brute, (exclaimed the legate, equally confounded and disappointed,) whom nothing can soften, and who regards riches and honors as mere dirt; otherwise the Pope would long ago have loaded him with favors."

Chap. xvi, ver. 15.-Behold I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame.

The honorable Robert Boyle was, from early youth, singularly attentive to derive moral and religious improvement from every object in nature, and every occurrence in life. In the year 1648, he made a short excursion to the Hague. Sailing home, between Rotterdam and Gravesend, he saw, through a perspective glass, a vessel, imagined to be a pirate, and to give chase to the ship in which he was embarked. The occasion suggested to him the following judicious reflections: This glass does, indeed, cause the distrusted vessel to approach; but it causes her to approach only to our eyes, not to our ship. If she be not making up to us, this harmless instrument will prove no loadstone to draw her towards us; and if she be, it will put us in better readiness to receive her. Such an instrument, in relation to death, is the meditation of it, by mortals so much and so carelessly abhorred. For though most men studiously shun all thoughts of death, as if, like a nice acquaintance, he would forbear to visit where he knows he is never thought of; or as if we could exempt ourselves from being mortal, by forgetting that we are so; yet meditation on this subject brings the awful reality nearer to our view, without at all lessening the real distance betwixt us and death. If our last enemy be not approaching us, this innocent meditation will no more quicken his pace than direct his steps; and if he be, it will, without hastening his arrival, prepare us for his reception."

Chap. xvi, ver. 21.-And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent; and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail ; for the plague thereof was exceeding great.

Natural historians record various instances of surprising showers of hail, in which the hailstones were of extraordinary magnitude. An author speaking of the war of Louis XII, in Italy, in 1510, relates, that there was for some time a horrible darkness, thicker than that of night; after which the clouds broke into thunder and lightning, and there fell a shower of hailstones, or rather, as he calls them, pebble stones, which destroyed all the fish, birds, and beasts of the country. It was attended with a strong smell of sulphur; and the stones were of a bluish color, some of them weighing 100 lbs.

Chap. xvii, ver. 6.—And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus; and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration.

According to the calculation of some, about two hundred thousand suffered death in seven years, under Pope Julian; no less than a hundred thousand were massacred by the French in the space of three months; the Waldenses who perished, amounted to one million; within thirty years, the Jesuits destroyed nine hundred thousand; under the Duke of Alva, thirty-six thousand were executed by the common hangman; a hundred and fifty thousand perished in the inquisition; and a hundred and fifty thousand by the Irish massacre; besides the vast multitude of whom the world could never be particularly informed, who were proscribed, banished, starved, burnt, buried alive, smothered, suffocated, drowned, assassinated, chained to the gallies for life, or immured within the horrid walls of the Bastile, or others of their church or state prisons. According to some, the whole num

ber of persons massacred since the rise of Papacy, amounts to fifty millions!

Chap. xviii, ver. 12, 13.-The merchandize of slaves.

A late traveller at the Cape of Good Hope, says, in a letter to a friend," Having learned that there was to be a sale of cattle, farm-stock, &c, by auction, we stopt our wagon for the purpose of procuring fresh oxen. Among the stock of the farm was a female slave and her three children. The farmers examined them as if they had been so many head of cattle. They were sold separately and to different purchasers. The tears, the anxiety, the anguish of the mother, while she met the gaze of the multitude, eyed the different countenances of the bidders, or cast a heart-rending look upon the children; and the simplicity and touching sorrow of the poor young ones while they clung to their distracted parent, wiping their eyes, and half concealing their faces, contrasted with the marked indifference and laughing countenances of the spectators, furnished a striking commentary on the miseries of slavery, and its debasing effects upon the hearts of its supporters. While the woman was in this distressed situation, she was asked, Can you feed sheep?' Her reply was so indistinct, that it escaped me, but it was probably in the negative, for her purchaser rejoined in a loud and harsh voice, Then I will teach you with the sjamboc,'whip made of the rhinoceros's hide. The mother and her three children were literally torn from each other."

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Chap. xix, ver. 9.—And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God.

"Well, Hodge," said a smart-looking Londoner to a plain cottager, who was on his way home from church, so you are trudging home, after taking the benefit of the fine balmy breezes in the country this morning."3966 Sir," said the man, "I have not been strolling about this sacred morning, wasting my tir