which it is said no man can number-what speaks it? but the extent of the Divine mercy-the riches and the power of Divine grace; proving that God willeth not any to be lost, but will have all men to be saved--demonstrating to us that his designs are vast and extensive, and not narrow and confined; so that it is the fault of every human being that is lost, and his own fault alone that he enters not there. Consider, too, the cheering fact, that this multitude is not a multitude of angels that have kept their first estate, but a multitude of men-persons who have passed from this earth to heaven, through the same track which is still marked out for us, and in which we must travel till we enter there; they were not innocent men but sinners who had to wash their robes and make them white in the blood of the Lamb, and some of them among the guiltiest; yet, through the merit of the atonement and the sanctifying power of grace, they are there. They were taken from the same walks of life as ourselves-from the walks of business-from the threatening paths of sickness and of sorrow and humiliation, and even contempt frequently-out of every nation and kindred and tongue and people, and out of every language and clime; yet, notwithstanding that they moved precisely in the same circumstances in which we now move, and were apparently, as far distant as we, to all external appearance, from glory, honor, and immortality,they are now within the veil. Yes, and they had the same spiritual conflicts-they had to pass through, not only the same scenes of sorrow, but through the same snares and temptations and dangers -they had the same depressions. Do you feel as though you should sometimes faint and grow weary? So did they; but they are there. Do you sometimes say, I shall one day fall by the hand of my enemy? They, too, had often said it-yet they are now where the enemy cannot reach them. Do you shudder occasionally when you think of entering on the dark and gloomy valley of the shadow of death? So did they too. Many an occasional fear and alarm shook for the time their faith, but still they entered by faith and hope within the veil, and they are now there! Oh, my brethren, when we consider these demonstrations of the efficacy of Divine grace-when we look within the veil and discover that all things are possible for man, in the exercise of a simple faith and a lively hope that it is possible for him to hold on his way amidst opposition and through temptation—that it is possible for him to trample under foot, even the power of the enemy and all the fears of death itself, and even enter into the presence of God and be an inhabitant with Christ within the veil, well may hope, discovering such scenes, fly for refuge and take hold on objects so exciting and so encouraging, and preserve the soul, amidst the storms of life, sure and stedfast!

There are, however, two or three PRACTICAL LESSONS which we may learn from this subject: and the first is, the necessity of flying for refuge, as the apostle has it, to lay hold on this hope. How many of you are out of this refuge-how many of you have lived, that is to say, without repentance towards God, without a saving faith in Christ, without a sense of forgiveness and acceptance, still in the spirit of the word and under the dominion of your senses, and therefore out of this refuge? And to what does the apostle compare your condition? As I have said, to a frail bark in the mighty ocean, exposed to a raging tempest, when there is no port to flee to, and when, of course, the vessel must necessarily, in such a case, under the continual and heightening rage of the storm, be ultimately lost. Perhaps you hear no tempest at present-all appears smooth and calm-you give your sails to the wind and you unfold your streamers in the sun, and you think you shall outrun the storms of life, and you cry, 66 'peace and safety," and wonder at all these alarming declarations as to a coming destruction. Many have presumed, before you, till the floods of their ungodliness have risen against them and made them afraid. What! are you never to die? Are you never to be brought to look narrowly and at hand upon eternity? Are you never to be judged? Are you never to see the final scene of this world's desolation? Are you never to behold the Saviour, whom you have slighted, coming in his glory, and in that of his Father-no longer to administer grace, but to take vengeance on them that know him not and that reject the Gospel? These are the scenes you must witness-these are the storms that will arise; and when they have arisen, if you have neglected in time to fly unto this refuge, then, brethren, let it be observed, in such moments, there can possibly be no relief. Be persuaded, then, of the necessity there is of entering into this refuge now-the necessity of putting your souls out of the reach of hazard: you ought not, indeed, to live another moment without taking this great and all-important step. Then, indeed, if you flee to the mercy of God in Christ-if you obtain the sense of acceptance with him-if you have the blessed assurance that you are his-if you are conscious that you have given up your whole heart to God, then you may rest and be at peace-all is well, whatever your external circumstances may be. And, oh, it is the greatest madness and infatuation for an immortal man, treading on the brink of death, and liable every moment to be swept away by the vengeance of Almighty God and banished forever from his presence, to endanger his greatest interests, to rest contented and secure whilst he is liable to this condemnation! Oh, flee to the refuge and make an effort to lay hold on it!

Secondly: Let those persons who have entered the refuge feel the

duty they owe to others who are still out of it. The apostle dwells on this particularly. Brethren, if you have escaped the storm-if you are in the port and feel your security through the mercy of God, you are to cultivate the greatest sympathy for those who are still laboring under that same infatuation from which the mercy of God has saved you; and you are to endeavor to save others; "Be ye, therefore, says St. Paul," blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world, holding forth the word of life." There he makes reference to the kindling of a light on the entrance to a harbor in a dark night, in order to guide the vessels thither that were in danger of being lost in the storm. It is the duty of a Christian, having found the port himself, to be a guide to others in danger; and, in order to this, he will at once take care of his words, of his walk, and his example. He must be blameless and harmless-a son of God without rebuke.

'Let those who have entered into this port and feel themselves at anchor there, be prepared for storms; nor let them have the idea that they are yet wholly secure and stable. Even at anchor a storm may arise. If the anchor, or the anchor and cable be frail, the vessel may be driven from her anchorage and still be ultimately wrecked. Brethren, in your case the anchorage can never fail the ground beneath, into which hope casts her anchor, can never fail-it is immutable ground-the two immutable things of which the apostle speaks. If you grasp fast on the immutability of God by faith and hope, it can never deceive you; but the cable may be bad-your faith and hope may fail: unless you take care of your faith and hope, you are in danger too. Now, my friends, the great business of our life, having entered into this friendly port and cast anchor there to drop the figure, having laid hold by our faith and hope on the immutable promise of God, is to take care that our faith and hope do not fail. And what shall strengthen our faith and hope continually, but thus entering into that which is within the veil, of which our text speaks? Everything depends on that. Let us be spiritually-minded, then; let our thoughts be frequently within the veil. This is a subject, brethren, which we ought to revolve in our minds continually-watching against all distraction-casting out of our spirits that which is low and trifling, and keeping all the great realities constantly before us, of which we have been already speaking. And not merely are our thoughts to be exercised with subjects of that sort-not merely are they to be the prevalent thoughts of our breasts-not merely are we to keep them continually before us if we would be safe; but we are to make, what I may call, realizing efforts as to them. There is much implied in that expression of the apostle-“ laying hold." Our faith

is to be renewed continually in its liveliest actings, in its efforts of entire dependence on Christ-claiming through his merit the fulness of his blessings, and our hope is to fix on all those great and blessed prospects which the mercy of God in Christ presents to us; that so having a lively hope, that is, a hope that shall invigorate and support us, it may also be a hope that shall sanctify us; for he that hath this hope in him, purifieth himself even as Christ is pure." 'And we are called by everything to these blessed exercises-by the vanity of earth which will not satisfy our spirits-by the changes of earth which take away our substance from us, and leave us poor indeed if we have no riches laid up in heaven-by the testimony of God's word and the ordinances he has appointed, the great object of which is to reveal these things to us in their greatness and glory, to cultivate in us spiritual mindedness, cause us to enter within the veil and to fix our affections on these subjects. Let us make it, then, the great object of life to exercise our thoughts on those things that belong to our peace-to receive those blessed promises, and to plead for their accomplishment in our personal experiencelooking forward to the communication of still greater blessings; until at last we enter within the veil-until our spirits, I mean, do literally enter and behold and enjoy there Christ and God forever and ever. May God grant us this grace, for Christ's sake! Amen.'

The following admirable lines from the gifted pen of Mrs. SIGOURNEY, the sweet singer in our American Israel, will be read with feelings of mournful pleasure by all who retain a high respect for the memory of Dr ADAM CLARKE.-ED.

[To the Editor of the New England Christian Herald :]

SIR-I send for the columns of your paper, a brief tribute to the memory of Dr. ADAM CLARKE, one of the greatest men which our own age, or any other age of the world has produced. Respectfully, L. H. SIGOURNEY.

Hartford, Feb. 1, 1833.

ON THE DEATH OF DR. ADAM CLARKE.

Know ye a prince hath fallen? They who set
On gilded throne, with rubied diadem,
Caparison'd and guarded round, till Death
Doth stretch them 'neath some gorgeous canopy,-
Yet leave no foot-prints in the realm of mind,
Call them not kings,-they are but crowned men.—
-Know ye a prince hath fallen?—Nature gave
The signet of her royalty,-and years
Of mighty lahor won that sceptred power
Of Knowledge, which from unborn ages claims
Homage and empire, such as time's keen tooth
May never waste.-Yea,—and the grace of God
So witness'd with his spirit, so impell'd

To deeds of Christian love,-that there is rear'd
A monument for him, which hath no dread
Of that fierce flame that wrecks the solid earth-
-I see him 'mid the Shetlands, spreading forth
The riches of the Gospel,-kneeling down
To light its lamp in every darken'd hut;
Not in the armor of proud learning brac❜d,
But with a towel girded, as to wash

The feet of those, whom haughty princes scorn.-
I see him lead the rugged Islander

Even as a brother, to the Lamb of God,-
Counting his untaught soul more precious far
Than all the ore of all the letter'd world-
-I hear his eloquence, but deeper still,
And far more eloquent, there comes a dirge
O'er the wild wave,- All that ye boast of man,
Is as the flower of grass.'

Farewell!-farewell!

Pass on with Wesley, and with all the great

And good of every nation,-yea!-pass on

Where the cold name of sect, which sometimes throws
Unholy shadow o'er the heaven warm'd breast,
Doth melt to nothingness, and every surge
Of warning doctrine, in whose eddying depths
Earth's charity was drown'd,-is sweetly lost
In the broad ocean of Eternal Love.

By Mrs. L. H. Sigourney.