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benevolence enough to abhor and expose them. Such men as Claude are not made up to their mind. An ignorant monk, who does not know the world, a needy spendthrift in distress for fear of his creditors, a dastardly cringing creature, who dare not call his soul his own, a lover of ease, a slave to praise, these, and others like them, are formed for servitude, and lick the feet of their lords the prelates, who, in great wisdom and piety, in pure love to their souls, and in a primitive laudable zeal for the glory of God, condescend to lead them through life in episcopal chains.
On Tuesday morning, Dec. 23, the man of God took coach at Paris for Brussels, intending to go and reside with his only son, who was then pastor of the Walloon church at the Hague. The king's footman treated him with all possible civility, his merit commanding the man's respect. stage he was complimented by persons of distinction. He slept one night at Cambray. The father rector of the Jesuits did him the honour of a visit, and the house presented him with what was in season. At length he arrived at the Hague, and in receiving and returning the embraces of his family for that evening, forgot his perils, and the remains of a fit of sickness, which he had before he left Paris.
A few days after his arrival, he had the honour of paying his respects to the prince and princess of Orange, and to the chief persons of the state. He was received in a manner, that overwhelmed his soul with joy; and he often declared, he could not
sufficiently admire the magnanimity of those illustrious men, who, the moment they quit an assembly, where they have appeared vested with the majesty of a sovereign state, converse with other men as if they thought them fellow citizens. The contrast between this court and that of France may well be supposed to strike our exile. Dignity here must seem the soft majesty of angels; but dignity there the ferocious swell of devils.
The Elector of Brandenburgh endeavoured to prevail with Mr. Claude to settle in his territories; but for particular reasons he declined it. The states provided for him at the Hague in a manner, which shewed their great opinion of his merit. The prince of Orange too settled a considerable pension on him. Here, then, he enjoyed all imaginable quiet. His house was the asylum of all the dispersed, and many a long night and day did he sit to hear their lamentable tales, soothing their sorrows, quieting their fears, reconciling their minds to a wise providence, and justifying the ways of God to men. Here he collected authentick materials for his last work, The complaints of the Protestants of France. He understood, that Bossuet, and the other French prelates, had the consummate impudence to affirm, that the government had used no force toward the protestants, that the bishops had converted them by reason, and argument, and gentle measures.
Shocked at the accumulated impiety of the men, he stated the facts, painted the bishops in their own colours, publish
ed the book, and appealed to all Europe. All Europe (except the Pope, and our James II. who caused the book tò be burnt by the hands of the common hangman.) all Europe echoed --Everlasting infamy cover the bishops of France !
Mr. Claude's course of life at the Hague was, in general, this. He rose early, worshipped God in private, and afterward with his family. The forenoon he spent in study, afternoons he devoted to visitors, for the people, who sought to converse with him, were innumerable: he ate a light and early supper, and received after it his intimate friends. “Here, says one of them, in those hours of freedom, in those easy conversations, we saw the very Mr. Claude. His serious openness of heart, his wise and affable conversation, his penetrating genius and sweet temper, afforded us the highest delight. These conversations always ended with the usual exercises of piety in his family: The company departed, and he retired to bed.”
There was, at this time, no regular preaching in the Walloon church. Mr. Claude, however, preached there occasionally in his son's stead, and at other times elsewhere. Going to pay his respects to the Elector of Brandenburg, at Cleve; the Duke desired him to preach in his palace at two in the afternoon. Mr. Claude did so from these words, if any man be in Christ he is a new creature, and so on. His highness was extremely pleased with the sermon, and he expressed his satisfaction to Mr. Claude in the most ample man
The prince and princess of Orange often re
quired him to preach before them. Mr. Claude had not a fine voice; but his auditors were always charmed with his sermons; and it was a smart say
ing of a gentleman, who was asked after sermon, · how he liked the preacher :-Every voice will be for him, said he, ercept his own.
It was on December the 25th. 1686, that Mr. Claude preached one of his noblest sermons before their royal highnesses, from Luke i. 30, &c. The auditors were all extremely affected with this discourse, and passed the highest encomiums on it. All thought the preacher excelled himself; but little did they think, that, while he uttered himself with great eagerness, and was heated in his work, he was catching that illness, which would bring him to the grave.
In the evening he found himself uncommonly weary. In the night he had a fever, with violent pains all over him. Each following day he beeame worse and worse, and all perceived his dissolution approaching.
On Monday, Jan. 6, he sent for the senior pastor of the church, to whom in the presence of all his family he expressed himself thus. Sir, I was desirous to see you, and to make my dying declaration before you, I am a miserable sinner before God. I most heartily beseech him to shew me mercy for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ. I hope he will hear my prayer. He has promised to hear the cries of repenting sinners. I adore him for blessing my ministry. It has not been fruit
less in his church; it is an effect of God's grace, and I adore his providence for it.
After pausing awhile he added. I have carefully examined all religions. None appear to me worthy of the wisdom of God, and capable of leading man to happiness, but the christian religion. I have diligently studied popery and the reformation. The protestant religion, I think, is the only good religion. It is all found in the holy scriptures, the word of God. From this as from a fountain all religion must be drawn. Scripture is the root, the protestant religion is the trunk and branches of the tree. It becomes you all to keep steady to it. The pastor told him, he was not surprized to hear him express himself so, after what he had preached and printed in books, which had so greatly edified the church.... Ah! break off, said he, interrupting him, let us not speak of praises at a time when moments are so precious, and when they ought to be employed to a better use. Here, being fatigued, he asked to be put to bed.
He frequently spoke of the happiness of those, who had left France for religion, and besought his family and friends to prize liberty of conscience. Mrs. Claude asked him one day, whether he was not sorry to leave her? No, replied he, I am going to my God, and I leave you in his hands in a free country. What can I desire more either for you or myself?
Not being able to sit up, he desired a friend to write, as he dictated, a letter to the prince of