To love, to hope, desire, possess in vain,
Wrestle with weakness, weariness, and pain,
Struggle with fell disease from breath to breath,
And every moment die a moment's death!

This is their portion, this the common lot.
But they have sorrows which the world knows not:
-Their conflicts with that world, its fair false joys,
Insnaring riches and delusive toys;

Its love, its hatred, its neglect and scorn,

And self-abhorrence, harder to be borne;

The pangs of conscience, when God's holy law, Through Sinai's thunders, strikes them dumb with awe; Passions disorder'd, when insane desires

Blow the dark embers of unhallow'd fires;

Evils that lurk at ambush in the heart,

And shoot their arrows thence through every part;
Harsh roots of bitterness, light seeds of sin,
Oft springing up, and stirring strife within;
Pride, like the serpent vaunting to deceive,
As with his subtlety beguiling Eve;
Ambition, like the great red dragon, hurl'd
With all his host, from heaven to this low world,
Boundless in wrath, as limited in power,

Ramping abroad, and roaring to devour:

These, which blithe sinners laugh at and contemn,
Are worse than famine, sword, and fire to them.

Nor these alone;-for neither few nor small
The trials rising from their holy call:

-The Spirit's searching, proving, cleansing flames;
Duty's demands, the Gospel's sovereign claims;

Meek self-denial, counting all things loss

For Christ, and daily taking up his cross;

The broken heart, or heart that will not break,
That aches not, or that cannot cease to ache;
Doubts and misgivings, lest when storms are past,
They make sad shipwreck of their faith at last:
-These, and a thousand forms of fear and shame,
Bosom-temptations, which have not a name,

But have a nature, felt through flesh and bone,
Through soul and spirit,-felt by them alone;
These, these, the Christian pilgrims sore distress,
Like thorns and briers of the wilderness;

These keep them humble, keep them in the path,
As those who flee from everlasting wrath;
Yet while their hearts and hopes are fix'd above,
As those who lean on everlasting love,

On faithfulness, which, though heaven's pillars bend,
And earth's base fail, upholds them to the end.

By these, by these alone, 'tis understood,
How "all things work together for their good."
Wouldst thou too understand?-Behold, I show

The perfect way-Love GOD, AND THOU SHALT KNOW.

June 5, 1828.

J. MONTGOMERY.

MEMOIRS.

MRS. SUSAN HUNTINGTON was a daughter of the Rev. ACHILLES MANSFIELD, of Killingworth, in the State of Connecticut. In this place her father was ordained to the ministry of the Gospel, in the year 1779, and continued the Pastor of the First Church, until death closed his labors in 1814. This gentleman was a native of New Haven, a graduate at Yale College, and a respectable, useful, and much esteemed minister of Christ; and, for many years previous to his death, was a member of the Corporation of the College at which he had received his education. On the maternal side, Mrs. Huntington was descended from that pious man, so illustrious in the annals of the New-England churches, the Rev. JOHN ELLIOT, of Roxbury, Mass., who will bear to future ages, the honorable title of 'the Indian Apostle.' Mrs. MANSFIELD was a daughter of JOSEPH ELLIOT, of Killingworth, whose father, JARED ELLIOT, D. D., minister of Killingworth, was a son of the Rev. JOSEPH ELLIOT, of Guilford, Conn., and grandson of the venerable JOHN ELLIOT, of Roxbury.

SUSAN MANSFIELD was the youngest of three children. She was born January 27, 1791. Her childhood was marked by sensibility, sobriety, and tenderness of conscience, and a taste for reading. Her education was

chiefly under the paternal roof, and at the common schools in her native town. The only instruction she received from any other source, was at a classical school kept in Killingworth, during two seasons. Her parents, however, devoted much of their time and attention to her instruction. And, as her constitution was delicate from infancy, she was suffered to gratify her inclination, in devoting most of her time to the cultivation of her mind, by reading and efforts at composition.

In reference to the formation of her religious character, a friend of her youth remarks, in a letter to the compiler, "Blessed as she was with a tenderness of conscience very unusual, from her earliest years, which was exhibited in all her intercourse at home and abroad, and with the faithful instructions of her parents, who were living examples of what Christians ought to be, and were constantly endeavoring to instil into the minds of their children sentiments of piety, of the deepest reverence towards God, of love to the Savior, and of universal benevolence and good will towards men,-it is difficult to fix on any precise time when her serious impressions commenced. She appeared to have been, in a measure, sanctified from her birth, and, from the first dawn of reason, to need only to be informed what her duty was, to perform it." There is evidence, however, that, for a time at least after she was capable of understanding her duty and her obligations to God, her heart was not devoted to him. In a letter to her son, dated Jan. 13, 1823, she speaks of having a distinct remembrance of a solemn consultation in her mind, when she was about three years old, whether it was best to be a Christian then or not, and of having come to the decision that it was not. But the God to whom she had been dedicated, and whose blessing her parents had so often and fervently supplicated in her behalf, did not suffer her long to rest in this sinful determination. When about five years of age, she was brought by the Holy Spirit to consider the duty and consequences of becoming a Christian indeed more seriously, and, in the opinion of her parents, and of other pious acquaintances, to choose God for her portion. Of the correctness of this conclusion of her parents and friends, she always entertained doubts, and regarded a season of deeper, and, in her view,