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brother chaplain, which brother chaplain whispered to the bookseller, that his lordship wanted to see the catalogue: the catalogue owner called forth a little dirty black printer's devil from under his counter, and whispered to him, that the catalogue would be forthcoming immediately; the small and sooty messenger conveyed this important information to the sinistral chaplain, and he to his dextral companion, by whose means it reached the mitred ears of the renowned and large bishop. This amusing mode of intercourse was persisted in some minutes, till Warburton, seeing the room fill fast, and that he was in a very ridiculous situation, accosted the master of the house, with "My dear friend, why so much ceremony between old acquaintances?" "Just as you please, my lord, if you will dismiss your chaplains I will discard mine." They then discoursed in the way of ordinary mortals; and the prelate, having purchased some books, which his chaplains obligingly carried under their arm, was observed to march
out with a crest less elevated, and an air less lofty, than he had borne when he entered the shop.
FORCE OF RELIGION EXEMPLIFIED IN A
RELATION OF MATTER OF FACT..
IN In pursuance of my promise I shall fill this paper with an extract from the manuscript of my much-lamented young friend, of whom it may not be amiss to prefix a short account. After some years spent in various pursuits, he found himself, at the age of twenty-three, in Edinburgh university, as a student of medicine. Some few weeks before he "went to that undiscovered country, from whose bourne no traveller returns," he received an account from his father of the death of his younger brother, who perished of the yellow fever, in one of the ships on the West India station, of which he was a midshipman. It was in consequence of this afflicting event
that he wrote the following paper. Not many days after, he caught a fever, by a too close attendance on the patients at the infirmary; the disease made rapid devastation on a frame already debilitated by sorrow, and he soon fell a victim to that insatiable monster, who spares neither age nor sex, who is deaf to the voice of entreaty, and regards not the tone of supplication; who alike puts an end to the exertions of judgment, the flashes of wit, and the ebullitions of genius. But I am detaining the reader from what I am sure will gratify him much more than the insipid narration of a garrulous old man; take it, and may you never experience similar poignancy of grief! "Alas! I have reason to execrate this dæmon of hell, this war, which, not contented with its numberless victims by sword, by fire, and by artillery, must call in to its aid the yellow plague, which seems a good counterpart of a system that exists only for peculation, for rapine, and for murder. I had a brother young, amiable, beloved, promising: he was cut off in the very dawn-ings of his manhood, in his nineteenth year,
ere the blossoms of his genius were ripe for the harvest. Oh! had his life been spared, he would not have turned his back to any man; he had in him a salient, living spring of honour; he had wit, knowledge, learning, and was a gentleman. But what avails all this in a system of cold, and callous, and unrelenting iniquity? He was sent to perish on the West Indian station. Not three days since, came to me a letter, written by the unsteady, trembling hand, and washed in the tears of an aged and afflicted father, announcing the terrible event. Immersed in a wooden jail, without assistance, without consolation, without one friend to close his eyes, was he untimely swept into eternity by the yellow plague, which has closed the eyes of such numbers in the sleep of death. The captain, a gentleman, and an excellent officer, wrote a pathetic account of the death of the dear youth, and of the destruction of his men: his letter evinced the feelings of a manly and a generous heart; and feel, indeed, he must, for he, gallant hero,
The miserable scene; he pitying saw
To infant-weakness sunk the warrior's arm;
Saw the deep racking pang, the ghastly form,
Silent to ask, whom fate would next demand."
But what are his, what are a stranger's sufferings, when compared to the agonies, the heart-rendings of a father and of a mother, bowed down with age, and with infirmity ? I fear me, it will go nigh to snap their thread of life in twain; but they are righteous, and that God whom they have faithfully served, will comfort and support. them in this dreadful hour of visitation.. He will cause them to feel, and to be grateful, that their child is caught up unto God and his throne:' My poor sisters too! who shall dry up their tears? who shall give them consolation, now the darling of their hearts is no more? Weep not for him, daughters of affliction; he is arrived at that haven where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.' As