tion; I heard of a miserable young family; the parents and children had no bread to eat, they had been foolish, but not wicked. The cup of cold water was bitter to them by painful remembrances of levity; they had followed their own passions, not regarding the necessary prudence of life; and above all, had forgotten prayer, and the omnipotence of God. He placed mankind in this life as candidates for immortal happiness beyond the grave. He placed good and evil before them; he gave them understanding to know what is good, and to avoid what is evil. Yet many follow what is great wickedness; they obey every propensity, like the very brutes which perish. Behold also angels who walk unseen, to shew kindness to mankind. They are sent by God. Milton says,

"Millions invisible surround his throne,
They come unseen to earth, to aid the weak,
To heal the broken heart, to cheer the wretched.
Some call them Fairies! others Angels deem
These messengers from Heaven.”

Diary, January, 1808.-" The Greeks and Romans were proud of their wisdom, but by the multitude of their gods their wisdom was folly. David, King of Israel, was singing Psalms in Jerusalem, (where he reigned forty years) when the Greeks and Romans worshipped Jupiter, Mars, Bacchus, and Venus; they had two hundred gods; every temple of these gods was to encourage and excuse pride, war, and wickedness; while the

priests at the temple of Jerusalem read the books of Moses, of Job, of Samuel, of the Psalms, and of Isaiah the latter said, For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, the government shall be upon his shoulder, his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God! the everlasting Father! the Prince of Peace. Again: Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end'. Again we read, He shall not fail nor be discouraged, till he have set judgment on the earth, and the isles shall wait for his Law'. Again: Behold my servant, whom I uphold, mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth. I have put my spirit upon him: he shall bring forth judgment to the Gentiles; he shall not cry, nor lift up his voice to be heard in the streets; a bruised reed he shall not break; he shall bring forth judgment unto truth, he shall not fail nor be discouraged till he have set judgment upon the earth3. These prophecies were declared at Jerusalem five hundred years before Christ: the ways of God are not rapid, they are slow and sure, extending over all his works in the firmament of Heaven: the Apostle says Beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day +"

Diary, January 1, 1809.-" Let us bless God that we are far advanced in the age of the world: the time of change seems to be near; let us search

our hearts, that purity and peace with all mankind shall be found; let us mark these words: There is no peace, saith the Lord, to the wicked; if thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day, and call the sabbath a delight, the Holy of the Lord, honourable; and shalt honour Him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words: then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord."

The Editor of this volume firmly believes, that if the Reverend author of " The Lectures on the Psalms" could know, in Heaven, that his biographical memoirs were united with the Life and Diary of his dear friend and correspondent, Dr. Garthshore, the happiness of both these friends would be increased. They were eminently pious, and very cheerful in sòciety; they both wrote much in prose, and sometimes in verse. We find the following verses in Dr. Garthshore's Diary, April 10, 1800:

ON SOLITUDE.

"Behold where yonder pensive sage,
A prey, perhaps, to Fortune's rage,
Retires in Solitude to dwell,

And bids the joyless world farewell!
He sees the darkest view of Life,
The world (to him) seems full of strife,
While sick of every object round,
And bor'd by every horrid sound,

He sees a thousand demons rise

To hold their empire in the skies:
Where Chance, or Fate, still holds the rod,
And dark, to Him, the throne of God.
O Thou, whose blessed power I sing,
Thy healing influence hither bring,
O Cheerfulness, by Heav'n design'd
To regulate the erring mind;
Wherever fretful passion springs,
Whatever wayward fortune brings,
To disarrange the mind within,
Or strain the nerves of our machine,
O, Daughter of sweet Peace arise!
And raise thy Patient to the skies :
It is thy province to have power,
To sooth the nervous sombre hour,
To blunt the edge of dire disease,
And every gloomy day to please,
To teach thy patient what is good,
Which is so seldom understood.

Teach him, by Faith and Hope, to raise

A Hymn of Universal Praise,

O, let him know the hand divine,

Let Piety in darkness shine."

Diary, January 8, 1806.-" Few men in public life see so much of human nature as the medical professors; they are led to the bed of sickness, where both body and mind are often in great affliction; the very acute pain of the mind is the sad affair. A young man told me yesterday: "It is all in vain, doctor, not any medicines can save me, not chance, not accident; I am myself to blame for all. I do not value life, I shall die willingly by grief, my heart is dead to the world." If preaching to this young man would do him any good I

have preached a short sermon to him. My excellent father, who preached to a large congregation every Sunday, might have given him a superior sermon, but could not have been more anxious to heal and soothe the miserable young man: my long experience of the progress of folly and vice in London gives to the tongue eloquence from the heart; I cannot forget the labours of my youth, when I was surgeon to the regiment of Lord Charles Hay at Dundee, with my worthy friend Hugh Saunders (afterwards Doctor Hugh Saunders); he and I were only twenty-two years of age: we had seen the world before that time seven years, at the College of Edinburgh; the study of physic improves the heart, if there is any heart."

Diary, May 5, 1806." It is the noble triumph of religion to be able to support the mind, when all other resources are of no value; even in prosperity the world cannot furnish the heart of man by any true, animated, or permanent joy, the drawbacks are many of disappointment, anxiety, and care; and crosses meet us on every side: sloth and idleness are very bad, they bring diseases to the body, and are like rust upon steel to the mind. In every situation sincere piety gives strength and vigour to the mind; it is like the rudder to the ships at sea, to regulate its motions, and balance its progress; but, without it, as some of the poets have said:

Our passions play the tyrants,

They lead us to despair, sad discord, and distraction,

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