Some property had been bequeathed by a relative in the United States, to his son, who was yet in his minority, and there was some fear of losing it unless the father interfered in the son's behalf. This led to the arrangement to leave home, and for his sou and two sonsin-law to accompany him, with the hope of bettering their condition in the mines of America. All things considered, perhaps, no one could blame him; although in all human probability the step has cost him his life, and his family at home the very serious loss they have sustained.

While on his voyage to America, the subject of our remarks became seriously afflicted, which, with the casualties of the voyage, and the spirit and frame of mind in which he encountered them, an extract from a letter to his family will describe.

"June 18th, 1853.-Dear Wife and Children, I now take my pen to write you my sorrowful tale. We sailed from Liverpool to New York, a long and tedious voyage of fifty-three days. We had a storm and a calm, and then a storm and then a calm; and head wind nearly all the way over. One night about twelve o'clock, while lying in my bed, very bad with a fever, a storm arose, and the captain and mate cried out, "Every man on deck and take a boat to save his life." I rose up in my bed; my son cried out, "Father where are you going " I said, "My son I must go somewhere." With much struggling I got on deck, and so did George, Thomas, and John, and many more with us; but through the mercy of God the wind ceased, and we were saved from a watery grave! And if that had been the only storm to which we were exposed, I should be very glad to tell you of it: but when seven more came on, and one lasted twenty-four hours, -having lost our two foremasts, and still tossed on the sea of distress!—and I looked back to Brea, on a house with three widows in it!!-and then on a son in the same bed with me by my side, my two sons-in-law, and then on all the crew and passengers-eight hundred souls-and only one out of a hundred, as far as I could judge, that loved God! What my feelings were no tongue can tell! I have much more to tell you, if I live to come home again, which at this time I shall not write: it will do no good, and it will hurt your minds.

"We had nineteen deaths on board, and seven births. We were nine weeks from the time we left home, until we got to Captain Mathews' mine, from whom, on our arrival we received every kind

ness."

The following communication, from Mr. W. Vivian, comes very opportunely in this part of our narrative. Mr. Vivian remarks,-" In ny last conversation with William Negus, which was on the 17th of June, he was speaking of the great support which he received from the Lord on his passage across the Atlantic. Sometimes when he went to bed little expecting to see another day he felt quite happy, knowing that all would be well with him; but that he felt much for those of his own family who were with him, knowing they were not in a prepared state to meet their Maker. I was much delighted with his strong confidence in God his Saviour, the most affectionate manner in which he spoke of his family; and the delight with which he anticipated his return some day, to the circle of his friends in Cornwall."

From the affliction which our departed friend endured on the voyage, he does not appear to have but partially recovered; while further affliction awaited him, and soon brought him to his grave. This painful event is described in a letter from Thomas Darlington, from Camborne, who was working at the same mine, and whose painful task it was to communicate the intelligence to the family at home. The letter from which the following extract is taken, is dated, July 16th, 1853. "Mary Ann Negus,-I write you these few lines, hoping they will find you and your family in good health. It is hard to my feelings to be called upon to write a letter of this sort; but still God knows best, and we must submit to his will. Your husband, William Negus, left England with a hope, like many others, to do better for his family; but God, whose eyes are over all, afflicted his body. He came to this part very unwell. He got a little better, and went to work, and worked one week and three days, when he was taken worse. I believe the

intense heat injured him, as he told me he felt that the heat went down through him, which necessitated him to return to his lodgings and take to his bed. From that time he continued to go worse; but lingered three weeks and two days; and then God took his soul to join the heavenly hosts. We took his body and carried it to a place called the Green Tree;' a church and yard nearly like those in the old country." Thomas Darlington says in a subsequent communication, "I gave out the hymns; we sang at the door, on the way, and at the grave. While at the grave side the Holy Spirit was working. The tears were flowing like drops of rain. Captain Matthews, and the other captain told me afterwards, that they never witnessed such a thing before. I spoke a few words at the grave, and Mr. Hampstead gave a short exhortation."

This good man's death, as here recorded, took place on the 13th of May, 1853, in the 45th year of his age. The official letter of Captain Rogers, announcing his death, states that he was a man greatly beloved, respected, and lamented; and that he died in a composed state of mind, similar to a person about to take repose in sleep.

Such an enterprise, such a death, and such a bereavement as are here recorded, should be deeply pondered by such as are about to leave their families, a useful position in the church, and their native land; while the fervent piety exemplified by a consistent deportment; the outspoken tone of religious profession before a non-professing and God-forgeting world, as evinced in this memoir, should teach us all, whether we stay at home or travel to distant countries, the nature and requirements of true religion, and the willingness of God to supply all our need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

MEMOIR OF SAMPSON CADDY.

"The wise shall inherit glory;" but some may be ready to propose the question suggested by these words, Who are the wise? To this I feel no hesitancy in replying and of asserting that all who regard the concerns of their soul, as being a matter of the highest moment, and seek through the atonement of Jesus Christ a reconciliation with God, and a participation in the "great," but "common salvation," to

be really wise; while those who treat the concerns of the soul indifferently, and neglect the great, but common salvation, are fools in the fullest and most extended sense of the word, and shame will be their promotion.

SAMPSON CADDY, who was the son of JOHN and JANE CADDY, was born in the parish of Northpetherwin, in Devon, about the year 1824. His parents, for a number of years, remained destitute of religion, and strangers to converting grace, after which it pleased the great and good God, by the agency of the Holy Spirit powerfully to work upon their minds, to the influence and strivings of which they at length yielded, and became truly and savingly converted. From that time to the present, they have experienced the consolations of religion under all circumstances, fully satisfied that in the whole world there is nothing that deserves their joys, there is nothing like their God. Having been experimentally acquainted themselves with God, as pious parents must do, they felt a deep concern for the welfare of their offspring, especially as regarded their spiritual state. As God-fearing parents they anxiously desired the conversion of their children, and in their behalf they made supplications to God with all the importunity of the Syro-phenician woman; and, thank God, they have not importuned in vain; one part is in heaven, and another part is tending thither, where with songs they each other will greet.

Our deceased Brother was exceedingly moral, and did not run into such excess of sin and wickedness as some have done, nor was his attachment to the pleasures and vanities of the world so strong, as many of the young have experienced; but notwithstanding this, he was a stranger to converting grace, a subject of the prince of darkness, and exposed to the wrath of God. When he was capable of going to service, as is the custom for the children of labouring folks to do, he went to live with Mr. Pethick, in the parish of Davidstow, in the county of Cornwall, with whom he continued to reside for a period of eleven years, which certainly was a mark of stability in the character of our young friend. Having performed faithfully the duties of a servant the space of time mentioned above, in 1846, he removed to the service of another master, at Trewen, a farm in the parish of St. Tudy, where he continued to labour till arrested by affliction, when he was prevented from further serving earthly masters, as his affliction terminated in death, and ushered him into the presence of God, to serve him in his temple for ever.

While residing at the last mentioned place he was alarmed by a dream, in which it was represented to him that his brother was dead, and that himself would die in three days. In writing to his parents, March 26th, 1848, he states that he regarded this dream as a warning or a call from God. In that communication he also informed them that if he died in the state in which he was then found, there was no safety for him. This call was followed with powerful strivings of the Holy Spirit, to which he was led to yield, and in tears and bitterness of soul because of sin, he sought of God the forgiveness of his iniquity. After some time spent in deep distress and sighings for forgiveness, he found to the satisfying of his soul that the Lord was rich in mercy, and that for Christ's sake, his sins were all freely forgiven. He wrote his parents again on the 2nd of April, and in the most joyful and happy manner, ascribing praise and thanks to God, he declared what He had done for his soul, and expressed the deter

mination which he felt to serve the Lord to the end of his life. At times he was tempted severely; but yet resolved, yes fully resolved to press on, to fight on, and never to give up his shield till he had gained the victory, and the conquest was complete, and through Christ he had triumphed over his last enemy. He earnestly solicited his parents to pray for him, that he might be preserved in the narrow way which leads to eternal life. After a short time he again communicated with his parents, and in that communication he expressed the confidence which he had in the word and promise of God, believing that his grace was sufficient for him, and that the desire of his heart should be granted. He expressed himself as anxiously desiring the sanctification of his whole spirit and soul, and of having the last remains of sin, even the smallest germ, eradicated or uprooted. Would that this blessing was more generally sought after: that there was found existing in the bosom of all who profess to be God's people, a more earnest solicitude for being thus washed and cleansed from all sin.

Our young friend was truly solicitous to experience the cleansing efficacy of the blood of Jesus Christ, even as David was to have "a clean heart," when he exclaimed, "Create in me a clean heart, O! God, and renew a right spirit within me " Earnestly did he entreat his parents to pray for him in this respect; for it was his object to be a christian indeed, even an Israelite in whom there was no guile. During the short period of his tabernacling in this world after being by faith united to Christ the living vine, he gave full proof of being what he professed to be. The change was as apparent as the sun is in the heavens at noonday, shining forth from a cloudless sky; and in this instance the glorious heart-reviving, soul-cheering, influence of the religion of Jesus Christ, was delightfully realized. For him the world had no attractions; its fascinations by no means charmed his heart. God was the strength of his heart, and the Lord he resolved should be his portion for ever. In him he trusted at all times, crediting fully that statement of the Prophet, "In the Lord is everlasting strength."

He was also earnestly solicitous for the salvation of others, and we may regard him as being an instrument in the hand of God in leading an individual who is deaf and dumb to the footstool of divine mercy, and who through the merits of Jesus Christ was accepted of by God; a visible change being seen even upon his visage, and who maintains his integrity, and stands identified as a member with us to the present day. To God be all the praise: yes, glory to God, for even the deaf and the dumb may experience his grace, enjoy his love, and realise a sense of forgiveness. About nine months subsequent to his conversion, he was taken ill of inflammation in the lungs, in consequence of which he was removed from St. Tudy, back to the parish of Davidstow, to the house of his parents, where he continued to survive for the space of five weeks and three days, till he exchanged time for eternity, and earth for heaven; leaving the clog of earth for awhile to be clothed upon with his house which was from heaven.

During the whole of his illness, he displayed no murmuring spirit, but was fully resigned to the will of God, and readily acquiesced in all the dispensations of God's providence towards him; being willing live or die, but fully conscious with the Apostle that to die would

be eternal gain to him. It appeared as though Satan the arch-enemy of man, was not permitted to harrass him, as he generally experienced a peaceful and happy state of mind through all his affliction. Some times when visited by friends and interrogated respecting his being sanctified, he said, "I want to feel it." On one occasion there appeared a great change in his countenance, and it was thought by his father who was sitting up, that death was near; his mother was called, and while standing around his bed anxiously watching him, he suddenly broke out in rapturous strains, exclaiming, "Glory be to God; yes, glory be to God, &c." His father also caught the heavenly influence and said, "That is the sanctifying stream, Sampson." He replied, "Yes; I never felt like this before. I am ready to go." The power of God was gloriously realized by him, and for awhile he might be said to have been completely lost in wonder, love, and praise, and afterwards with clasped hands and in the midst of praising God he exclaimed,

"My soul's full of glory,

Which inspires my tongue;
Could I meet with an angel

I would sing him a song," &c.

At another time he said, "I am full of glory; yes, I am glory all over;" and then as though he was beckoned to by intelligences invisible to the natural vision, he exclaimed, " Coming Lord!" On the day that he exchanged worlds he sung,—

"Praise God from whom all blessings flow," &c.

and likewise affirmed that he was sanctified and sealed. His father said, "Then you feel it ?" He replied with confidence, "Yes." He appeared exceedingly anxious that his father shonld be with him as much as possible, and about three hours before he expired, he called his brother to his bed side, and prayed with and for him, that God would convert him, and change his heart, and prepare him to dwell in heaven where only faithful souls do reign.

The final struggle became more and more apparent, and when in the agonies of death, praise continued to dwell upon the lips till mortallity was swallowed up of life, and the immortal spirit wafted to the glorious realms of light, blessedness, and eternal glory, where spirits pure adore their Redeemer God, and raise to Him a song so delightful and peculiar in its nature that only redeemed ones can learn it. Thus on the 3rd of January, 1849, expired Sampson Caddy, aged 24 years. "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord" for they "rest from their labours," yea saith the Spirit, and "their works do follow them." Reader prepare for death; you must experience and prove for yourself what it is to die, and it may be shortly, perhaps. You are standing on the precipice of time, ready to launch away. The barbed and poisoned arrow of death may be directed, shot even from the bow, to strike the fatal blow. Are you prepared? If not, remember that unless you repent and believe the gospel, you must be damned, and that for ever! The society of the blessed you will never enjoy, but will associate with those miserable beings, who, like yourself, have neglected the "great salvation," and whose presence and looks will tend to aggravate your woe, and cause your punishment

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