health, still he found leisure to be uniformly present at the meetings of both our Lyceumshis clear intellect recognizing the system as that of a powerful instrument destined to emancipate a world from ignorance and vice, the cultivation of the mental and moral powers of the mass of the population.

Our lamented friend was a lover of nature; and scenes such as we behold to-day, and pleasures such as we enjoy, would have warmed his heart and animated his countenance. We believe this is the first excursion, since the formation of our Lyceums, from which he has been absent; and, while we are gathering the fading flowers of earth, and examining that fabric, which is destined to meet with fervent heat," his subjects of contemplation are crystals of the

and happiness in This he solemnly And if his religion, heart, and his faith

gave him assurances of "acceptance the mercy of God through a Savior?" declared was his hope and his trust. ay, his Universalism did not affect his secure the Christian's triumph in death, the Gospel of Christ has either never been known, or else has no power to bless. He died rejoicing in hope of a better life, and breathed his latest breath in devout and holy praise to God! What gave comfort to his soul? Was it that which "reached not to the heart or life ?" Was it the doctrine of ceaseless torments, which has been declared without "hesitation" to be the only thing that can give peace and comfort to dying mortals? But five hours before the faint spark of life expired he bore his dying testimony against this doctrine, and pronounced it "a horrible thing!" What then enabled him to die in the triumphs of Christian faith and hope? I answer, and "have no hesitation in saying," his "trust in the living God, who is the Savior of all men." A. M.

heavenly gates, and the garlands of amaranth whose loveliness endureth forever. Who would be so selfish as to wish his return to the purest spot that earth contains ? No; let it be ours to catch his descending mantle, and imitate him in all that is virtuous and of good report.

LINES

On the Death of Rev. Savillion W. Fuller.

BY REV. JOHN PERRY.

We mourn thee not! though now no more
We see thee in the house of prayer,
Where kindred spirits join the choir,

And raise the song of gladness there.

We mourn thee not! although we feel
Thy absence in the hour of praise,
And hear no more, like music steal,
From thee the words of gospel grace.

We mourn thee not! tho' here again
We may not meet thy welcome, kind,

Nor mingle in the votive train,

Nor worship at the sacred shrine.

We mourn thee not! although thy hand
No more we grasp in friendship sweet,

Nor mingling with the social band,

Thy honor'd form we may not meet.

We mourn thee not! why heave the sigh, Since thou art freed from mortal care? And clad in garments of the sky,

Hast found thy LORD in glory there!

We mourn thee not! why be the tear
Of unavailing sorrow shed?

Why yield to grief or dark despair?

We mourn thee not! thou art not dead!

We mourn thee not! thy spirit blest,
Lives in its home of endless joy,
And pure and holy is its rest

Which dreams of sin cannot destroy.

We mourn thee not! dear brother, no!
Faith bids our hearts be reconcil'd,

And joy is ours, for thou art claim'd

As God's redeem'd and ransom'd child!

LECTURES, SERMONS, &c.