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where 3 or 4 Greeks live. Found one of them grinding grain. Another soon came in. Both were able to read. We read to them the address to the church in Sardis, and then the account of the day of judgment, Mat. xxv. Conversed with them about what we read, and then spoke of the Lord's day, and endeavoured to explain its design, and gave them some tracts. We had our usual forenoon service in the upper part of the mill; and could not refrain from weeping, while we sung the 74th Psalm, and prayed among the ruins of Sardis. Here were once a few names, which had not defiled their garments; and they are now walking with their Redeemer in white. But, alas! the church as a body had only a name to live, while they were in reality dead; and they did not hear the voice of merciful admonition, and did not strengthen the things which were ready to die. Wherefore the candlestick has been removed out of its place. In the afternoon we walked out and enjoyed a season of social worship in the field. This has been a solemn, and we trust a profitable Sabbath to us. Our own situation, and the scenery around us, have conspired to give a pensive, melancholy turn to our thoughts. Our eye has affected our hearts, while we saw around us the ruins of this once splendid city, with nothing now to be seen, but a few mud huts, inhabited by ignorant, stupid, filthy Turks; and the only men, who bear the Christian name, at work all day in their mill. Every thing seems, as if God had cursed the place, and left it to the dominion of Satan.

Brother Parsons is unwell. If one of us should be attacked in this place with a lingering and dangerous disease, it would be only such a trial as we often thought of, and mentioned when anticipating the mission. Yet such a trial would put our faith and our submission to a severe test. The Providence and grace of God alone can give us comfort and support.

Ruins of the Place.

Monday, 13.-Went out to view more particularly the ruins of the place. Saw the decayed walls of two churches, and of the market, and the ruins of an ancient palace. Two marble columns are standing, about 30 feet high, and 6 in diameter, of the Ionic order. The fragments of similar pillars lay scattered on the ground. Chandler, who was here about sixty years ago, says five pillars were then standing. All our guide could tell of the place was, that it was the palace of the king's daughter. Ascended a high hill to see the ruins of the old castle. Some of the remaining walls are very strong. Copied two inscriptions.

There is now in Sardis no Christian family. There are three grist mills here,

in which 9 or 10 Greek men and boys are employed. To one of these we gave a Testament, charging him to read it constantly, and remember that it is the word of God, and the guide to heaven. He bowed, thanked us for the gift, and said, "I will read it often."

Journey to Philadelphia.

In the afternoon took leave of Sart, and went across the plain to see the tumuli or barrows on the opposite hill. In half an hour we crossed the Hermus, and in an hour more reached one of the largest barrows. It is made of earth, in the form of a semiglobe, and as nearly as we could measure it with our steps, 200 rods in circumference. From the summit of this, 40 or 50 others were in sight; most of them much smaller. Strabo says, the largest of these was built in honour of Halyattis, the father of Croesus, and was 6 stadia, i. e. three quarters of a mile, in circumference.

From these tumuli we went to Tatarkeny, a village one hour east of Sart on the way to Philadelphia. Arrived in the evening, and put up with a Greek priest. There are about 50 Greeks in the village and its vincinity. They have a church which was built 10 years ago. In the evening, 6 or 7 men came in, and we read to them the three first chapters of Revelations. Sometimes they seemed pleased, and at other times surprised. It all seemed new to them. The priest had never seen a Romaic Testament before. There is no school in his parish, and he says very few of his people can read.

Tuesday, 14.-Gave Germanicus, the priest, a Testament, and some tracts for his flock and for another priest in the neighbourhood. At half past seven set out for Philadelphia. Our road lay along the south side of the plain. On the north side were several villages. In 4 hours, we came to a Greek shop, where we took some refreshment, and gave tracts to two or three men.

Visit at Philadelphia.

In three hours more we reached Philadelphia, now called Allah-Scheyr, i. e. the city of God. Obtained the use of a small dirty room in a khan, and put up for the night. In the evening Serkish called for Martino in great haste, and said, "the Turks are taking our horses." Remonstrance was in vain. A Pacha was coming with some hundred attendants, and horses were wanted, for a few days, for their use. Ours must go among the rest. Martino went immediately to the Moslem, and stated that we are foreigners, have just ar rived here, and wish to go on soon. plea prevailed. The Moslem ordered two men to take, the horses, and reconduct

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them to the khan. "The heart of the king is in the hand of the Lord."

Wednesday, 15.-Early this morning, Theologus, a Greek to whom we had a letter of recommendation, went with us to visit Gabriel, the Archbishop of this dio

cese.

He has held his present office six years, is reputed a man of learning, but now quite aged, perhaps 75. Formerly he had one bishop under him; now none, and but about 20 priests. His diocese inIcludes Sardis on the west and Laodicea on the east; but he says there are not above 6 or 700 Greek houses in it. There are 5 churches in this town, besides 20 which are either old or small and not now used. The whole number of houses is said to be 3,000, of which 250 are Greek, the rest Turkish. We gave the Archbishop some tracts and a Testament. He said the Testament, which Mr. Lindsay gave him, and another which he received from another source, he had given away, one to a school, the other to one of his priests.

We went next to visit a school. It is taught by George, a young man of this place, who spent some time at a school in Haivali and Smyrna, under the instruction of Economo and Benjamin. He has about 30 scholars, who study ancient and modern Greek. There is a small library belonging to the school. The school-house contains four apartments, one of which is reserved for company. We obtained leave

to use it during our stay in town, and very gladly removed our baggage from the khan.

Dined with the Archbishop. This is one of the Greek fast days, on which it is unlawful to eat meat. The dinner consisted of rice, soup, boiled beans, several plates of herbs, and a rich variety of fruits with bread and cheese, and a plenty of raki, rum and wine. It seemed to us a singular dinner for a fast day.

Spent the afternoon at the school-house; -found in the library an old MS. of the Gospels in Greek. The date and title page are lost. Observed also a Romaic translation of Goldsmith's History of Greece, and the first volume of a Greek Lexicon now publishing at Constantinople. It is a huge folio, and yet gives only four letters of the alphabet. In the course of the afternoon, two men and one little boy came to us for tracts, which we gave, and added some short exhortations. Our tracts are likely to be less useful here than we had hoped, because the most, even of the Greeks, understand no language but the Turkish. This is said to have been the fact even with the predecessors of the sent Archbishop.

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Thursday, 16.-Read the first chapter of John to the schoolmaster and a priest, who accompanied it with some remarks. Went out with a guide to see the city.

From an ancient castle on the south, we had a good view of the place. It is situa ted at the foot of Mount Tmolus, the south side of the plain. It is nearly in the form of a parallelogram, and surrounded by walls now in decay. We counted six minarets. Saw the church in which, they say, the Christians assembled, to whom St. John wrote. It is now a mosque. We went to see a wall about a mile west of the town, said to have been built of men's bones. The wall now remaining is about 30 rods long, and in some places 8 feet thick and 10 high. The tradition is, that there was a church near the place dedicated to St. John, and when a vast multitude were assembled to celebrate his festival, the enemy came upon them and slew them all. Their bodies were not buried, but piled up together in the form of a wall. The wall seems to be composed, principally, if not wholly, of bones. On breaking off pieces, we found some small bones almost entire.

Friday, 17.-Brother Parson's illness continues. It is now more than a week since it commenced. If we pursue our way, as we had intended, to Laodicea, and thence to Smyrna by Ephesus, we must travel a considerable distance in a barbarous part of the country, with the prospect of very bad accommodations. It is disagreeable to think of returning without visiting all the Seven Churches. But Providence seems to call us to do so. Laodicea is, at present, almost nothing but ruins; and that part of the country presents very little opportunity for missionary labour. We cannot think it our duty to risk health and life, by pursuing the journey in our present circumstances, and accordingly resolve to return to Smyrna. Before we left town, one priest bought a Greek, and another a Turkish Testament. We saw three priests together reading them. The schoolmaster consented to act as agent for the sale of Testaments, in case we should send him some. We gave him tracts for his pupils, and had the pleasure of seeing him call them one by one, and give each a tract, with a special charge to read it carefully. This is one of the few Greek schools, in which something like order is maintained, and the children are taught to understand what they read.

Returned to Tatar-keny, and tarried with Germanicus the priest.

ORDINATIONS.

On the 24th of April, Mr. David Magee, of our seminary, was ordained to the work of the gospel ministry, by the presbytery of Jersey, and installed pastor of a second Presbyterian church in Elizabeth

town. The Rev. Mr. Bergen preached the sermon, from 1 Cor. i. 21. The Rev. Dr. M'Dowell presided, and gave the charge to the minister, and the Rev. Mr. Fisher to the people.

Aug. 14. At a meeting of the presbytery of Jersey, at Long Pond, Mr. Jacob Tuttle was ordained to the work of the gospel ministry. The Rev. Mr. Fraser preached the sermon from 1 Cor. iv. 1. The Rev. Mr. Bergen presided, and gave the charge to the minister; and the Rev. Mr. Thompson gave an address to the people.

Aug. 15. The presbytery of Jersey installed the Rev. Enos A. Osborn pastor of the church of Newfoundland. Sermon by the Rev. Mr. Crane, from 1 Cor i. 23. The Rev. Mr. Thompson presided, and gave the charge to the minister; and the Rev. Mr. McDowell to the people.

EDWARDS ON THE AFFECTIONS.

A new edition of the "Treatise on Religious Affections," by the late Reverend Jonathan Edwards, A. M. President of Princeton College, has lately been published by Mr. James Crissy, of this city, in a neat octavo volume of 432 pages. The edition is the best impression of this work which we have ever seen; and the publisher has taken great care to give an accurate copy. Most of the former editions of this work have been inaccurately printed on bad paper and a worse type; so that this deserves from its superiority to obtain universally the preference. Of the nature of this admirable treatise it is needless to offer any remarks to the American public, who have long esteemed the author as one of the brightest stars in the constellation of western divines. E. S. E.

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A DYING INFIDEL.

A certain individual who resided not far from Dudley, in Worcestershire, was for some years a steady and respectable professor of Christianity. During this time, he was a good father, a good neighbour, and a loyal subject. A wicked man, however, put into his hands Paine's Age of Reason, and Volney's Ruins of Empires. He read these pernicious books, renounced Christianity, and became a bad father, a bad neighbour, a disloyal subject, and a ferocious infidel! At length sickness seized him, and death stared him in the face. Before the period of his dissolution, some Christian friends, who had formerly united with him in the sweet

duties of devotion, resolved, if possible, to obtain access to him. With much difficulty they accomplished their object. They found him in a most deplorable state. Horror was depicted on his countenance, and he seemed determined not to be comforted. They spoke to him, in a suitable manner, respecting the Lord Jesus Christ and salvation. But he replied with fury-" It is too late ;—I have trampled on his blood!" They offered to pray with him; but he swore they should not. However they kneeled down, and presented their supplications to God in his behalf. And while, in this humble posture, they were pleading the merits of Jesus, the poor miserable infidel actually cursed God and died!

STANZAS

ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS."

On this labour of love ay a blessing attend;

May the Shepherd of Israel his Salem befriend,

And hasten that period by prophets foretold,

When the stragglers of Judah shall rest in his fold.

For surely the time is approaching, when He

Will set, in his love, the law's prisoners free;

And send them to feed in the ways of his grace,

And find them a pasture in every high place.

These Stanzas are selected from "POEMS BY BERNARD BARTON," who has been designated as "the Quaker Poet;" we presume, with a design to characterize his productions, as plain, formal, stiff; and at the same time, as free from all vagaries of fancy, and perfectly inoffensive. The best piece in the volume is the one now extracted; which contains many poetical descriptions derived from the Bible, that inexhaustible source of sublimity. Several interesting predictions of the Old Testament and some striking passages from the New are inwrought in these lines, with happy effect. To the defence of "Drab Bonnets" we give the second place of honour among the eighty sonnets of this book, and to his "Meditations in Great Bealings' Church Yard," the third. The whole volume seems to us little more than kind prose addresses to "Hannah, Phoebe, Lydia, Joanna," and "Sarah Candler;' and speeches about going to and from the sea-side, the moon, winter, sleep, and other similar subjects. It deserves a great deal of negative, and very little of positive, praise. It contains nothing to vitiate a correct taste, nothing to corrupt the minds of its readers, nothing to render virtue odious and vice agreeable. Every line of it means something, (which can be said of few modern poems) but something very common, of little interest. It will be likely to do no harm, and may possibly be the means of some good, to those who will read it, from curiosity, or some other regard to a book of drab poetry. Had it been written on this side the Atlantic, no bookseller in England or America would have risked the expense of publishing it; and it probably would have been read only in manuscript, by the individuals personally addressed: but, produced as the thing was, in a dearth of English poetry, it has obtained a second edition here, and may reach the third in its native land.

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Behold, they shall come from afar at his

word,

Which alike in the north and the west shall be heard;

His uplifted standard shall Sinim's land see, And a light to the gentiles his people shall be.

Awaken, O Zion! and put on thy strength, And array thee in beautiful garments at length;

Shake thyself from the dust, with the might of the strong,

And cast off the bands which have bound thee so long.

The sons of the strangers thy walls shall rebuild;

Thy gates shall be open, thy courts shall be fill'd:

God once smote thee in anger, but now thou shalt see

That He, in his favour, hath mercy on thee.

The Lord, in his glory, upon thee shall rise; The gentiles shall come to thy light with surprise;

And their kings shall rejoice thy bright rising to greet,

When God shall make glorious the place of his feet.

Then shall ye, poor wanderers! no longer roam wide,

For a greater than Moses your footsteps shall guide;

Not unto the mount, where the trumpet once sounded,

With blackness, and darkness, and tempest surrounded;

But unto Mount Sion, the city of God, The courts of whose temples by angels are trod;

To the church of the first-born, recorded above,

And the spirits of just men, perfected by love.

And to HIM, whose new priesthood shall ever endure

More pow'rful than Aaron's, more holy,

Communications.

Some Account of the Religious Exercises and Trials of Mrs. E. J. Written by herself.

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OF MY LATER EXPERIENCE.

August, 1820. Let me now recount some of the wonderful dealings of my covenant God with me, during the last two years: but first of all, I would bow my soul down at the feet of my compassionate Saviour, and say, "0 Lord, I beseech thee to have mercy on me, and grant me the light of thy reconciled countenance; and by thy Holy Spirit assist me in what I am undertaking. May it be performed to thy glory, and be productive of some good, when the body of this sinner shall be laid in the dust. Let nothing be stated which will not bear the light of eternity, nothing kept back which might have a tendency to make afflicted ones trust in the Lord."

On the last day of September, 1817, in the thirty-second year of my age, it pleased the allwise God, for the correction of my sins, and for my growth in grace and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, to permit me to fall from a wagon, and break my ancle in so shocking a manner, that it terminated in the amputation of my limb on the 28th of the next March. Here I can begin to reckon up a new train of afflictions: but where shall I begin to reckon the mercies VOL. I.

of that God, whose mercies are new every morning, and fresh every moment of our lives!

Some time previous to my fall, it had been the burden of my prayer, that I might know in whom I had believed; might have the faith of assurance; and that all doubt might be taken from my soul. I believe the Lord heard my prayer, and answered it; though in a way contrary to my expectations, yet best for my eternal good. When I found myself upon the ground, and saw that my limb was so mangled that but little hope would be entertained of its recovery, the question occurred to my mind, Can I bear it? No, my weakness is such that I cannot. Can my friends bear it? No, they have troubles of their own, and an arm of flesh is too short to reach my case. Something instantly assured me, God can enable you to bear it. I immediately was persuaded that he would. It appeared to me, that God was a Rock, whereon I might rest, with all my care, for soul and body, for time and eternity. I sensibly felt, that God was near, and I had no more doubt of it than if I had seen him with my bodily eyes.

I did not feel willing that any should say it was a dreadful wound, or look upon the dark side; for God was there-and God had done it.

After I was brought into the house, and laid upon the bed, waiting for the surgeon, an almost overwhelming sense of my own vileness rushed upon me, so that I was con. 3 I