tants among us may heartily unite and concur in the defence and preservation of the holy reformed religion, now, by the mercy of God, settled among us. And that men of all sides may, according to St. Paul's rule, cease to bite and devour one another, lest we be destroyed one of another; and that, whereunto we have already attained, we may walk by the same rule; hoping that, if any man is otherwise minded in some lesser things, God shall either reveal that to them, or mercifully forgive it through Jesus Christ; into whose hand I commend my spirit, and desire to appear before God in and through him, who gave himself for me and therefore do now study to learn of him to be meek and lowly in heart, and to love all the brethren, as he loved

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"This, in sincerity of heart, I sign,

"LEWIS DU MOULIN." Mr. Howe had a particular intimacy with Dr. Tillotson (afterwards archbishop). The doctor preached a sermon at court on Joshua xxiv. 15, in which he asserted that "no man is obliged to preach against the religion of a country, though a false one, unless he has the power of working miracles." King Charles slept most of the time. When the sermon was over, a certain nobleman said to him, " It's a pity your majesty slept, for we have had the rarest piece of Hobbism that ever you heard in your life." "Odds fish," said the king, "he shall print it then ;" and immediately called the Lord Chamberlain to give his command to the doctor to do it. When it came from the press, the doctor, as was usual with him,

sent it as a present to Mr. Howe; who, on the perusal, was grieved to find a sentiment which had so ill a tendency, and drew up a long letter, in which he freely expostulated with the doctor for giving such a wound to the reformation, and carried it himself. The doctor, upon the sight of it, moved for a little journey into the country, that they might talk the matter over without interruption. Mr. Howe enlarged on the contents of the letter as they travelled in the chariot. The good doctor at length wept, and said this was the most unhappy thing that had befallen him for a long time owned that what he had asserted was not to be maintained, and urged, in his excuse, that he had but little notice of preaching that day, and none of printing the sermon.

While Mr. F. was one day interring a corpse, he was suddenly interrupted in his duty by a voice of execration and blasphemy. Instantly, with a look of holy indignation, he turned to that part of the multitude whence the voice appeared to proceed; and singling out, as he supposed, the guilty person, he publicly rebuked her in terms as severe as the nature of the offence demanded. After the service was concluded, he received information that his rebuke had been improperly directed: when he immediately recalled the people, who were then dispersing from the grave, and, pointing to the person whom he had unwittingly injured, he expressed the utmost concern at having confounded the innocent with the guilty, and declared, that as his error was public, so he desired publicly to solicit the pardon of the offended party.

A minister often attending Mr. Romaine's preaching at St. Dunstan's, heard him throw out some very severe things against the dissenters, which he thought not justifiable. He determined to wait on him for an explanation. He did so accordingly; and, having made his observations and complaints, Mr. R. replied, "I do not want to have any thing to say to you, Sir." "If you will hear me, Sir," added the other, "I will tell you my name: I must, Sir, acquaint you with my profession; I am a protestant dissenting minister." "Sir," said Mr. Romaine, "I neither wish to know your name nor your profession." Upon which Mr. Tbowed, and took his leave. Some time after, Mr. Romaine, to the great surprise of his hearer and reprover, returned the visit, and, after the usual salutation, "Well, Mr. T I am not

come to renounce my principles: I have not changed my sentiment; I will not give up my preference to the church of England; but I am come, as a Christian, to make some apology. I think my behaviour to you, Sir, the other day, was not becoming, nor such as it should have. been," &c. They then shook hands, and parted good friends.

RICHES.

WHAT immense pains are men at in order to acquire riches! and when they are attained, alas! what little consolation do they afford ! "Power and riches," says Adam Smith, "are

enormous and operose machines, contrived to produce a few trifling conveniencies to the body, consisting of springs the most nice and delicate, which must be kept in order with the most anxious attention, and which, in spite of all our care, are ready every moment to burst into pieces, and to crush in their ruins their unfortunate possessor. They are immense fabrics, which it requires the labour of a life to raise, which threaten every moment to overwhelm the person that dwells in them, and which, while they stand, though they may save him from smaller inconveniencies, can protect him from none of the severer inclemencies of the season. They keep off the summer shower, not the winter storm; but leave him always as much, and sometimes more, exposed than before, to anxiety, to fear, and to sorrow, to diseases, to danger, and to death."

Aartgen, a painter of merit, became so distinguished, that the celebrated Francis Floris went to Leyden out of mere curiosity to see him. He found him inhabiting a poor half-ruined hut, and in a very mean style of living. He solicited him to go to Antwerp, promising him wealth and rank suitable to his merit: but Aartgen refused, declaring that he found more sweets in his poverty than others did in their riches.

Abdalonymus, of the royal family of Sidon, and descended from King Cinyras, was contented to live in obscurity, and get his subsistence by cultivating a garden, while Strato was in possession of the crown of Sidon. Alexander the Great, having deposed Strato, enquired whether

any of the race of Cinyras was living, that he might set him on the throne. It was generally thought that the whole race was extinct; but, at last, Abdalonymus was thought of, and mentioned to Alexander, who immediately ordered some of his soldiers to fetch him. They found the good man at work, happy in his poverty, and entirely a stranger to the noise of arms, with which all Asia was at that time disturbed; and they could scarcely persuade him that they were in earnest. Alexander was convinced of his high descent by the dignity that appeared in his son, but was desirous of learning from him in what manner he bore his poverty. "I wish," said Abdalonymus, "I may bear my new condition as well. These hands have supplied my necessities: I have had nothing, and I have wanted nothing."-Thus we see that a contented mind is a continual feast, while the abundance of the rich will not suffer them to sleep.

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Epaminondas, though one of the greatest men Greece ever produced, and who obtained many great and admirable victories, yet was such a contemner of riches, that, when he died, he left not enough to discharge the expences of his funeral.

Paulus Æmilius, when he had conquered Perseus, disdained to cast his eyes upon the immense riches which were found in his treasury; and only permitted his sons, who were fond of learning, to take the books of that king's library.

Policrates bestowed five talents for a gift upon -one Anacrisa, who for two nights after was so troubled with care how to keep them, and how VOL. III. C c