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who went there from this city, is a pious zealous man, of fine address, and appears to be greatly blessed."
Extract of a Letter from a Young Lady, in Philadelphia, to Divie
"I had several Extracts from Dr. Pole's work inserted in the "Religious Remembrancer," a weekly paper of our city, and the subject excited universal attention. The Free Masons have taken it up, and, at a General Meeting, it was proposed, and carried unanimously, that several Schools should be established, and held in the Grand Lodge, Chesnut-street! Mr. Thomas Bradford commenced a School in the JAIL last Sabbath-day,
Several pious females, friends of mine, propose shortly to commence one in the west end of the city-and thus you see "how great a matter a little fire kindleth.” "O come let us sing praises to the Lord; bless the Lord O my soul; and all that is within me praise his Holy name."
"I never undertook any thing that afforded such heart-felt joy, our precious little establishment goes on delightfully. The first member was a pious soul, 52 years of age; she comes with her spectacles on, and seems as if she would devour the book. She never fails giving us a blessing, and assures us she has long been praying that the Lord would open some way, that she might learn to read the Bible; she looks at your little book with delight, and often says, "O this blessed book-I know I shall learn to read in this book." I feel as if her prayers were as good as a host. We have eleven scholars, two added mostly of an evening, and after the first lesson, they advance wonderfully. O what encourage. ment for prayer is this; "Open thy mouth wide and I will fill it” saith the Lord.
There is no doubt that all the different Lodges belonging to the fraternity will take up this subject, and it will extend over the whole Union; one of the officers gave me this information. Great exertions have been made for the relief of the body; but O the soul, that never dies, that any thing should be done for that, is transporting. "That the soul be without knowledge is not good." Our city exhibits a more favourable aspect than heretofore, as it respects morality and religion. The committees that were engaged in collecting and distributing to the poor, are now making exertions to suppress the vice of intemperance, which they have discovered is the chief cause of their misery.
Our churches are better attended and vital piety is progressing. Mr. Broadhead is blessed abundantly in his labours; and Mr. J. and Mr. Skinner have had many seals to their ministry. Mr. Patterson has from twenty to thirty at his conferences; but Mr. Birch informed me on Sabbath-day, that he had fifty, and thirty he had reason to believe were within the ark of safety, and he said he did not think he had one careless hearer; he has about a thousand regularly attending his ministrations.
A Porи on the ADULT SCHOOLS in BRISTOL, and other Plave (From Dr. Pole's History of Adult Schools.)
Lord! are there eyes that see the sun,
And gaze with joy on Nature's face,
Lord! are there eyes, to which thy Book
There, with new light, may they behold
The wonders of thy love to man.
For whom, a rebel from his birth,
Thine only Son, Thou didst not spare,
Thus while instruction they receive,
Thy Spirit's inward light impart,
And Mercy heals the broken heart.
Not eyes alone shall then rejoice
In the rich comforts of thy word,
And bless the day its sound was heard.
Tongues, that were wont to pledge thy name
And make thy loving-kindness known.
Bosoms, by cruel fiends possest,
Dark dungeons of in-dwelling sin,
* Rev. v. 5.
Though Earth no lovelier prospects shev
Than Children walking in thy ways; And heaven no sweeter music know
Than infant voices joined in praise :-
Water'd by thy continual care,
And fruits in long succession bear:
Our spirit's pure affection burn, When aged sinners, warn'd of Hell,
Though late, and slow, to God return. Humbly they take the lowest seat,
Matrons and hoary-headed men
Are little children once again.
To thee their new-born hopes aspire;
Pluck'd out of everlasting fire !
HYMN FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN,
OH! thou who art the God of truth,
Appear before thy throne;
To us thy love make known.
To taste thy love divine:
And value ev'ry line.
While we on earth may dwell;
Who saves from sin and hell,
HYMN FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN,
WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne,
Like Him, may we be found below,
Jesus pass'd by the rich and great,
He sanctified our parents' state,
Sweet were his words and kind his look,
Safe from the world's alluring harms,
En the dear circle of his arms,
When Jesus into Salem rode,
For joy they pluck'd their palms, and strew'd
Hosanna, our glad voices raise,
Could we forget our Saviour's praise,
For we have learn'd to love His name;