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pecially of superiors and brethren. I knew á preacher, who, by this expedient alone, from being long the aversion of the populace, on account of his dulness, awkwardness, and coldness, all of a sudden became their idol.”
The love of fame, as well as gain, must have been very strong in the following instance, related by Gurnall. “ I have read of one,” says he, “ that offered his prince a great sum of money to have leave once or twice a day to come into his presence, and only say, 'God save your majesty.' The prince, wondering at this large offer for so small a favour, asked him what this would advantage him. “0, Sir,' said he, “this, though I have nothing e!se at your hands, will get me a name in the country for one that is a great favourite at court ; and such an opinion will help me to more, by the year's end, than I am out for the purchase." "
Few persons were ever so popular as Mr. Whitfield, and few persons ever bore it so well. “ Let,” say he, “the name of Whitfield die, so that the cause of Jesus Christ may live. I have seen enough of popularity to be sick of it; and did not the interest of my-blessed Master require my appearing in public, the world should hear but little of me henceforward."
THE PRAYING KINGS. CF all the virtues which united in the character of Gustavus Adolphus, King of Sweden, that which crowned the whole was his exeinplary piety. The following is related of him when he was once in his camp before Werben. He had been alone in the cabinet of his pavilion .some hours together, and none of his attendants
at these seasons durst interrupt him. At length, · however, a favourite of his, having some important matter to tell him, came softly to the door, and, looking in, beheld the king very devoutly on his knees at prayer. Fearing to molest him in that exercise, he was about to withdraw his head, when the king espied him, and, bidding him come in, said, “ Thou wonderest to see me in this posture, since I have so many thousands of subjects to pray for me ; but I tell thee, that no man has more need to pray for himself than he, who, being to render an account of his actions to none but God, is for that reason more closely assaulted by the devil than all other men beside.”
Henry IV, of France, uttered this prayer just before a battle in which he obtained an entire victory : “ O Lord of Hosts! who canst see through the thickest veil, and closest disguise; who viewest the bottom of my heart, and the deepest designs of my enemies; who hast in thine hands, as well as before thine eyes, all the events which concern human life; if thou knowest that my reign will promote thy glory and the safety of thy people, if thou knowest that I have no other ambition in my soul but to advance the honour of thy holy name and the good of this state ; favour, O great God! the justice of my arms, and reduce all the rebels to acknowledge him whom thy sacred decrees and the order of
a lawful succession have made their sovereign : but if thy good providence has ordered it otherwise, and thou seest that I should prove one of those kings whom thou givest in thine anger, take from me, O merciful God! my life and my crown; make me, this day, a sacrifice to thy will; let my death end the calamities of France, and let my blood be the last that is spilt in this quarrel.”
EXTRAORDINARY PRAYERS, &c. THE following singular narrative has already appeared in print; but as some of my readers may not have met with it, we here insert it.
• A few days ago,” says one, “ I happened to make one of a large company, in which, among other topics of conversation, our settlement in New Holland was discussed. We soon began to turn our thoughts to the unhappy convicts : various tales were told respecting them ; but one in particular struck my notice as peculiarly un. common.
* “ Rather more than five years have elapsed since John - was, apprehended for the commission of a capital crime: the action was proved against him to the clear conviction of the jurors, and he was accordingly condemned. The keeper of his prison, who in innumerable other instances has shewn himself possessed of the warmest philanthropy, observing signs of great contrition in the prisoner, pitied him, and from pitying began to sympathise with his af, flictions. He visited and discoursed with him ;
but soon found that, although nearly thirty years of age, he had but fạint ideas of a Supreme Being, and fainter still about a future state. In this deplorable situation he appeared dreadfully alarmed at the near prospect of dissolution, and tortured almost to madness by gloomy apprehensions of misery after death. The benevolent keeper did all in his power to alleviate his present distress, and, in part, dissipate his hor. rors; assuring him that there was a good and gracious God above, who would look down up. on him with compassion, and, if he repented, would most assuredly pardon all his past errors; that he himself (the keeper) would instantly go and fetch him a prayer book to help his religious meditations; and that he hoped to find him more composed at their next meeting. O, Sir! exclaimed the poor distressed criminal, his eyes streaming with tears, I cannot read; I never did read; I never tried to read at all ! Oh! I shall go to hell! The keeper was inexpressi. bly shocked at this exclamation ; but, as the unhappy man had been respited during his ma. jesty's pleasure, he promised him that he would himself soon instruct him to read ; meanwhile that he would daily discourse and pray with him. He immediately went out of the cell, and in a few minutes returned, bringing with him an alphabet, with each letter printed by itself on a card. He explained their uses; and concluded with saying, that the English language, and several others, were nothing else but words formed by a different combination of these letters.
ingetter princess and coace, and
“ The poor fellow sat still upon the floor for a few minutes, as if absorbed in contemplation ; at length he took hold of the keeper's hand, and said, with a sigh, 'Ah, Sir! I am dull and stupid; I shall never be able to learn. Then suddenly, as if struck with an instantaneous lucky thought, he swept up all the letters into one heap, and, desiring his kind friend to kneel down with him, he looked at the ceiling, as towards heaven. “Good God!' cried he, with his hands violently clasped together, you know what a blockhead I am, and that I never can learn this hard thing; but you know also that you made every thing, and can look into our thoughts. Look into mine, and, as you are wiser than any man, do me a favour. Mr. —says that these letters have all the English words in them: you know if he speaks truth. Take, I pray you, these cards, and make the best prayer you can for me; then read it out to yourself, and think as if I made it, for I promise you I will try to be a good man ; only let me know what you have written, that I may be as good as my word.' .
“ After this singular supplication they both arose, and the convict felt himself more easy. Soon after a pardon was offered, on condition of his going to Botany Bay for fourteen years."
The following is an account of an illustrious commander and constable of France, as given by Brantome: “Every morning (says the historian), whether he was at home or in the army, on a march or in camp, he never neglected to recite and hear his paternosters. But it was a