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in the piety of his heart and the purity of his character approved himself to God and man as a minister of Christ, an example to the believers, and an ornament to the Gospel.

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Salisbury Place, Nov. 11, 1824. “My dear Friend, I hasten to convey to you the deep and the tender sympathy of my heart in the overwhelming bereavement with which it hath pleased your heavenly Father to visit you. Be well assured of an interest in my humble supplications at the Throne. But what are my supplications? You have an interest in the pleadings of the Advocate whom the Father heareth always, the power of whose arm is strong as the meltings of his heart are tender. In the days of his flesh, though surrounded by the rich and the great, and though suffering the pain of crucifixion, he was not ashamed to own, nor unmindful to provide for, his poor weeping mother, who stood near the cross. He is now in heaven ; and heaven is not the place where hearts grow cold, or characters lose their lustre. Your Father in heaven has clothed himself with a new relation towards you. He is the husband of the widow, and her judge from his holy habitation. Looking to him with earnestness of holy desire, pour all your sorrows into his bosom; lean upon his arm ; make him feel your grasp, that strength may emanate thence for your support and increase of spiritual vigour. You will need rich supplies of Divine aid; for it is no ordinary tone of devout and moral deportment that the public will expect (and they will not be disappointed) from a person who stands on the high ground which you occupy as the widow of a man of Mr. Young's exalted character. Mrs. W. and all the family unite in tender sympathy to you, with, my dear friend, your affectionate and faithful servant."

He addressed the following letter to the writer of this part of the memoir on the death of his mother, who, while in the act of prayer, was struck with a fatal palsy, and thus closed a life distinguished by uncommon tenderness of piety, beautifully associated with the graces that adorn, and the care that blesses, domestic life.

London, Jan. 5, 1809. “My deAR BROTHER, “ In sorrow doubly dear, could my sympathy, could my prayers, alleviate the pressure on your tender heart, soon, very soon, should the pressure be alleviated. There is a glorious Personage who hath power with God, who in all the afflictions of his people is himself afficted. Let your eyes be lifted to him, let your tears fall at his feet, and from his intercession expect present support and future relief.

“You have now a favourable opportunity of illustrating the power of the Gospel you preach, to strengthen the mind in the deepest distress. Embrace and improve the occasion. The Lord, my dear Henry, is now preparing you for the work of comforting others with the same consolations wherewith you yourself are comforted of God, and fitting you for more extensive usefulness in the house of mourning. In your gentleness of disposition, and in principles far superior to constitutional temperament, your dear sisters will feel ample relief under the severe privation with which the Lord hath visited them. You will all cleave more closely to each other, and your tears will cement the union which this calamity in vulgar minds is frequently found to weaken. I take them to my arms, and I shall not put my name to this scrawl till I have bowed my knees to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all grace, in their behalf. They are the children of many prayers, and will have reason, with good Mr. Flavel, to bless God for answering a mother's prayers, many years after her translation to glory. It is not improbable that the last beat of her devout heart, when smitten on her knees, was an act of fervent supplication on their account.

Farewell. Love me, pray for me, write to me; and believe me to remain, ever, ever, my dear Henry, your sympathising and affectionate friend.”

Dr. Waugh, as has been previously noticed, cherished, to the latest hour of his life, the most affectionate veneration for the memory of his own mother; his heart was fully alive to all a mother's claims; in the sorrow that wept at a mother's grave his sympathy mingled in all its strength; and he has said with deep interest, that the comforts of a mother are the comforts which God has selected as the most appropriate emblem of his own : “ As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you; and ye shall be comforted.”

Many other letters of consolation to friends berest of dear relatives are preserved, and would be read with interest ; but that this part of the memoir may not be too much extended, we shall only select from them a few striking passages.

“We are now scattered and separated; but the apostle speaks of a gathering day, when we shall meet with godly friends, in the perfection of knowledge, goodness, and felicity. On that day let us fix our eye, and hold on in those paths which alone will conduct us to heaven. Let us not be discouraged by the length of the way, or the roughness of the road. Leaning on our divine Guide and Guardian, we shall gather strength


every day; and let me entreat your prayers, that I may finish my course with joy, and, through the abundant mercy of God, be admitted to the hum-, blest place in his heavenly kingdom.”

“I will not sleep till I have carried the condition of my friend to the place where mercy dwells, and dwells in a Father's bosom.”

" Our children are more God's than ours. He hides the tender plants in the grave till the storms of this wintry life have passed away, and, in the morning of the resurrection, he will lift them up, and convey them to a more genial soil, where, through eternity, they shall blossom and bear fruit to the honour of their Saviour.”

God consults more our future good in the visitations of his afflictive Providence than our present feelings, and expects that we believe bis solemn assurance, that his ultimate object is our profit in being made partakers of his holiness.”

“We must not limit our ideas of the sympathy of the divine Redeemer to our most exalted sentiments of the meltings of a mother's heart, were they a thousand times more tender than, in the time of our sickness, or amid the dark anticipations of the future, we have found them to be. Enjoying a place in that heart, dare I for a moment cherish suspicion or jealousy of the love which regulates every portion of his administration? Perish the thought !”

“ By elevating the heart above earthly things, we may attain an eminence whence we shall, as it were, look beyond the veil of partition which divides our friends in glory from our eyes, and



behold them beautified in every feature, and their former worth heightened a thousand fold. There will be inspiration in the view, and the susceptible heart will fully meet the hallowed influence. This mental intercourse cannot fail mightily to aid the culture of those moral habits and dispositions which will fit us in due time for mingling in their society, and for that exalted state of being and blessedness to which we are called."

“ It is not so much the innate worth and beauty of objects that gives them influence, as the habit of thinking on them, and bringing them near to the mind. Now this is always in our power. We may walk with our departed friends, and hold rational and devout converse with their spirits, without the medium of body. It is thus we hold fellowship with the Redeemer himself, whom, though now we see him not, we supremely love, and in whom we fully confide.”

“ There is better company for mourners than the dearest earthly friends. Let them read the 12th chapter of the Hebrews, 2 Corinthians 5th chapter, and the 14th chapter of John's Gospel; and suppose the apostles of Christ sitting on the chair or couch which departed friends last occupied, and addressing to you these words in season ; nay, behold Jesus Christ himself standing by your side, and saying to you as he did to mourners when he was on earth, · Weep not.'”.

“ Were our friends as valuable as our fancy paints them, let us bless God that we had such a treasure to surrender; and let us try to make the surrender without the reluctance of excessive

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