much for a young man to say, with the dearest object of his earthly love beside him, not yet one year a

ence and scepticism of Unitarianism, and the fanaticism and follies of Calvinism. Continue to love and revere her time-hallowed institutions, walk in her ways, breathe her prayers, and keep her precepts, which are all based on the Gospel; and she will indeed be to you the ark of Christ's Church, to waft you to the haven of eternal rest. Does take an interest in religious matters? Write to her upon the subject some

Does she continue true to the Church?

times, and tell me what she says. I should do it myself; but I know that a sister keeps the key of a sister's heart."

And again, "New York, May 2, 1836: I long to see — meeting we shall have! I trust, my dear

What a joyous

that we shall always be united,

as a family, in the bonds of the closest affection. I have seen brothers and sisters strangely and sadly disunited. Let it never be so with us! Let the lips taught in infancy, by the same mother, to lisp words of love, never be opened to give utterance to any other: so that, whether present or absent, in life or in death, we may be one. And may none of those new ties, which it is right and proper that we should form, estrange us from the early attachments which were the first gushings forth of young hearts, full of pure and warm affection."

And again, "General Theological Seminary, New York, March 16th, 1837: What a mild winter we have had! And now spring is coming on most gloriously. It is a delightful, beautiful day. My very heart is singing for joy; so many bright sun-beams have found their way there. Do you not love the spring, dear? And remember, that probably the birds and green leaves and flowers will bring us all together again! And this thought it is which makes the spring so very pleasant now. I am in most glorious health; for which I hope I may be deeply grateful to Him in whose hands are sickness and health, all our times, and all our ways. And moreover I feel perfectly contented with and at the Seminary now. Not that I like it so very much, either. But I think I was very wrong in giving way to discontent last year. Wherever he is, with whatever he has, a true Christian is always contented: because he knows who it is that orders all things, and that all things work together for the good of those who love God supremely. Wherever he is, he knows that he has

bride. This was much for a young man to say, with an infant of a month upon his arm; and to know that its fulfilment would leave that infant father

an eternal home, and a changeless friend, and so he must be happy. I think that whenever we find ourselves discontented, we may safely conclude that our hearts are not right with God; that we have not that 'joy in the Holy Ghost,' and that peace in believing' on the only Saviour, which all sincere disciples of Christ do enjoy, according to his most blessed promise. I cannot but conclude, then, that my great discontent with the Seminary, last year, was wrong; and, to use a harsher term, sinful. And yet, I have not changed in the least in my feelings of strong affection for Old Harvard,' and the many dear friends who became my friends in that peaceful and happy abode."

And again, under a severe domestic trial, "General Theological Seminary, New York, April 4th, 1837. This is a day which cannot fail to fill us all with sad, yet salutary, reminiscences. It is the anniversary of our dear Mother's death. She is at rest with the dead blessed in the Lord, and free from the sore afflictions which God, in his love, has brought upon us. Let us all try, dear

ness.

that afflic

-, to be ready, as she was ready, that we may one day enter, with her, 'into the joy of our Lord.' * ** He never is so ready to take care of us as when we cast all our care upon him. You know, too, that our blessed Saviour was once 'tempted in all points like as we are.' He was afflicted, and spoken against, and had not where to lay his head. In heaven, he is still moved with compassion for our infirmities, and sorrows; for he perfectly knows their bitterAnd bitter they are, indeed. Go to Him, then. Carry them all before Him. And pray that He will bless this afflictive stroke to the good of us all, and that He will take care of us all. We are often told, dear tions are sent us in kindness and love, to bring us nearer God. So we must believe. We must thank our heavenly Father that he has not given us up to the dangerous temptations of prosperity. We must try to say from the heartGod's grace alone can enable us-though he slay me, yet will I trust in Him.' Be of good cheer. All this will come out right. And the time will come, when we shall praise God for this dark event. I am afraid that I shall not succeed in giving that consolation which I would fain impart. I doubt not that you have found it where alone it can be had. Only go there. Do not rest upon any

less, and that wife a widow. But he said it; and he said it with the calmness and serenity of an old saint: not that he loved them less, but that he loved Jesus more.

For many weeks, he had been setting all his house in order. Not an interest, however small, that could be affected by his death, that he had not provided for. Still, he pursued his favorite studies with alacrity. He was as devoted to his Greek Testament, and to his Hebrew Bible, as if he expected to have use for them, yet forty years. For seven

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weeks, he had watchers every night; and uniformly did they declare the hours so spent among the happiest of their life. Among them, was the friend of his youth, who had baptized him, and admitted him first to the Holy Communion, the Rev. Mr. Croswell, who came from Boston, especially to see him.

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earthly hopes. God requires our supreme affection. If it were not thus sometimes roughly removed from the things of earth, it would cling to them until it partook of earthly corruption, and perished."

As before, so in this instance, his faith was prophetic. According to his comfortable assurance to his sister, so it was. The beloved one, for whom their hearts were wrung, was delivered from all his enemies. He made his " eousness as clear as the light," and his "just dealing as the noon-day."

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To his friend Ogilby, he said, "Why not improve the mind? It is immortal."

2 The following is an extract of a recent letter from this dear friend, who knew him as few knew him, and loved him as they did who know him, best: My dear Bishop, and Brother,

I have delayed writing until I could hear all. I have read your

"It was a memorable night," he writes, "that I spent with him, on the 14th of October. God for

several touching letters to myself and others, many times over. I have also communicated with the living witnesses of Winslow's death. I have wept alone, in my chamber, and with those that wept; and 'weep the more, because we weep in vain.' I know not how to express to you my sense of this common and irreparable loss. But I bless God's holy name, for this signal instance of another triumph of faith; for an example so harmonious, consistent, and symmetrical, so instinct with the very beauty of holiness, up to that crowning hour, which sealed his admission among the number of those who came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.' How blessed to witness such a death! How blessed to die amid such ministers of consolation, and under the eye of so affectionate and faithful a chronicler as Griffith!' Your obituary in the 'Banner of the Cross,' filled my eyes and heart. Prescott is here, and knows as well as I, how true it is to the letter. I would we could have been of that weeping congregation, who made an Abel Mizraim' of the Church, on Sunday afternoon. Where is another youth of five-and-twenty of whom so much could be said without exaggeration? Where shall we find the same docile spirit, so subdued to every requirement of ecclesiastical discipline, so rich and ripe in every attainment, not only of theological learning, but of the divinest graces? Where another model, in which so much was embodied of the best and golden ages of the Church! Alas! we look in vain. 'Chosen spirit was this of the finest elements tempered

And embodied on earth in mortality's purest texture;

But in the morning of hope, in the blossom of virtue and genius,

He was cut down by death. What then? Were it wise to lament him, Seeing the mind bears with it its wealth, and the soul, its affections? What we sow, we shall reap; and the seeds whereof earth was not worthy Strike their roots in a kindlier soil, and ripen to harvest.'

"I am glad to hear that you propose to undertake his memoir. It will be a precious legacy to the Church; and for her sake and his own, it should be known, and engraven as with lead upon the rock forever, that the peculiar

bid that I ever should forget it. In the dead of night, while his lamp burned dim, he had songs upon his bed; and recited those beautiful stanzas, suggested to sooth his restlessness, by the Oriental sentiment, This also shall pass away." I took them down at his mouth, and shall cherish them always as his cycnean2 strain:

'Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings,

'And his sweetest song is the last he sings.""

It proved so. The poetic talent, which before his ordination he had exercised to the delight and admiration of the Church, he sacredly repressed, upon his entrance to the holy office. But in his latest days, the fire that he had kept from flaming, burned

principles and precious convictions which he so fondly cherished in health, were his support and comfort in sickness, and shed a blessed light in the valley of the shadow of death. I have often looked over his poetical remains, s carefully preserved by his devoted aunts, who so wonderfully bear up under this distressing bereavement. Some of them are of singular beauty, and one, to the memory of his classmate, Hoffman, mutatis mutandis, is but an epitaph upon himself."

1 An Eastern sage, being requested by his sovereign, to furnish a motto for a signet ring, which would be suitable alike for prosperity and adversity, wrote these words "THIS ALSO SHALL PASS AWAY."

2 Cotton, writing to his friend Izaak Walton, of holy George Herbert, has the same sentiment;

"Where, with a soul composed of harmonies,

Like a sweet swan, he warbles, as he dies,

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His Maker's praise, and his own obsequies.”

It was well and truly said of Winslow, by one who knew him well, “Thy life

has been one well-tuned psalm?"