to enable the Society to persevere in this pious and most useful design, several clergymen, on the Fast Day, made Collections at their Churches; and we have the pleasure to state the following sums received for this benevolent purpose

St. Ann's, Blackfriars, Rev. W. Goode

£ S. d.
35 0 0

St. Swithin's, Canon Street, Rev. Mr. Watkins 37 8 1
Long Acre, Rev. J. Mann

22 16

Leeds, Rev. M. Atkinson

34 10/0

31 4 0

Reading, Rev. W. Maish

St. Paul's Cray, Rev. J. Simons
Weston, Rev. J. Ousby

The result of other Collections are not yet received.

3 2 6

2 12 6

It will be highly gratifying to every serious mind to hear, that, in a late shipwreck on the enemy's coast, the sailors, who scarcely escaped with their clothes, carried their Bibles with them to prison.

M. E.

MISSIONARY COLLECTIONS, &c,

Rev. R. Warren, Rector of Mecloneigh in the County of Cork,

by M. Blood, Esq. Dublin, Sterling Money

A Friend, by Mrs. M.

A Friend, by the Rev. C. Buck

Rev. J. Barker and Friends, Butt Lane Meeting, Deptford

A Friend at Bromley, by Mrs. Emerson

Rev. Tim, Wildhore and Congregation, Penryn

B. W. by Mr. Flint

M. A. M.

Mr. Steel, Manchester

Mr. Mulford, Basingstoke

An Elegy

ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. JOSEPH BARBER, Minister of the Independent Church, London Walḥ.

OFT has the Muse essay'd the plaintive strain,
Recorded oft the gloomy work of Death.
Another stroke demands the dirge again,
Another man of God resigns his breath!
Each moment as it passes bears along

The young and old, the humble and the great;
They rise, they fall, a scarce regretted throng,

Who rush promiscuous down the gulph of Fate.

The million fall, forgotten or unknown,

As falls the grass before the mower's sweep;
But when the stately oak is overthrown,

The shock is felt, and Nature's wound is deep!
Thus BARBER fell, who long had firmly stood
Amid the storms of Time and weight of years;
Belov'd while living by the wise and good,

Who o'er his grave shall shed Affection's tears!
Throughout his lengthen'd course he onward trod
In one undeviating upward way;

True to the cause of Truth, of souls, and God,

From Youth's fresh dawn, to Life's declining day!

In order stedfast, yet in ruling mild,

He felt no bigot zeal nor priestly pride;
In wisdom strong, yet humble as a child,
He broke no peace, no brother's claim denied.
Oft had he seen the restlsss wand'rers rove

In paths eccentric, seeking empty fame;
Yet in his noiseless track resolv'd to movê,
Content with doing good and upright aim.

A true disciple of the good old school,

He stood aloof from Rome's obedience blind; He knew no lead but Christ the church to rule; He own'd no laws but his the soul to bind!

No trifling arts to win a giddy crowd

Disgrac'd his pulpit, or the truth defil'd; No trick theatric, no rude clamour loud;

No gesture vain, nor motion strangely wild!

In nervous style, with gravity sincere,

He preach'd redeeming love and heav'nly grace; With wholesome doctrine fed the chasten'd ear, And bade the vagrant heart the truth embrace.

Ab! silent now his monitory tongue,

His lengthen❜d labours find an honour'd close; His weary'd frame now rests the dead among, His sou!, unfetter'd, flies to blest repose!

Ah! mourn not Zion, as of hope devoid,

When some dear spirit quits its mortal chains; Tho' earth and all its tenants were destroy'd, Your Saviour lives, your God forever reigas!

When Paul departs, or when Apollos dies,

The widow'd church shall not forsaken roam; Strong for the work young Timothys shall rise, And bring another race of converts home!

Oh! Zion, rejoice in your King,

The Prince who is mighty to save!
He, dying, extracted Death's sting,,
And, rising, set open the grave!
The valley indeed may be dark,

And shadows of terror appear:
Their light may decline to a spark,
Yet saints have no evil to fear !

Their bodies consign'd to the dust,

Are sown like the seeds in the ground;
Are lodg'd like a valued trust,

In spring with fresh bloom to be found.
Corruption may feed on the clay,

And dews may descend on the clod;
Yet vigour shall rise from decay,

As verdure new bursts from the sod!

Rejoice, as the season draws nigh,

When Jesus his dead shall awake,
To share in his triumph on high,

Their place in his kingdom to take.
Then, then, shall the foe be destroy'd,
And sorrow and sin be no more;
But saints be with seraphs employ'd,
In rapture to love and adore!

ALIQUIS

Printed by G. AULD, Greville Street, London.

EVANGELICAL MAGAZINE.

MAY, 1810.

A SHORT ACCOUNT

OF

THE LATE REV. J. BROWNRIGG,

CURATE OF ALDERSHOT, NEAR FARNHAM.

We are indebted for the following brief, but interesting Memorial of a worthy Young Clergyman, to a small anonymous Pamphlet, drawn up by his intimate friend, and printed at Reading *.

THE Rev. J. Brownrigg, after having taken his degree at Queen's College, Cambridge, was ordained on Trinity-Sunday, 1806, by the late Bishop of London, to the curacy of Minster, in the Isle of Sheppey. His ministry, though short, was laborious, and blessed to the souls of many individuals. Frequent removals, for the change of air, and relapses of his disorder, marked the chequered scene of his ministerial course. At length, on the 21st of October, 1808, he arrived at Aldershot, near Farnham, to take charge of the curacy; from which time, till the period of his dissolution, his health appeared visibly to decline, his sufferings being little less all the winter than during eight weeks of actual confinement to his bed, when he endured excruciating pain.

Deeply impressed with the responsibility of his situation, and earnestly longing for the salvation of his people, he ventured to preach to a far later period than a proper regard for his health would have dictated. The last Sabbath on which he officiated, presented a most affecting scene. In opposition, to all Mrs. Brownrigg's entreaties, he literally crawled to church; where a large congregation was assembled, which had been greatly encreased since his residence among them. Feeling himself unable to ascend the pulpit, he remained in the reading - desk. The text he selected was from Isa. lii. 3 : Thus saith the Lord, Ye have sold yourselves for nought;