his death one of his friends asked him how he did. He answered, "I suffer a great deal of pain, but shall now soon be at home." A few hours before his death, he arose from his bed, walked to the door, and for some time stood viewing the burying-ground, where some of his family had been buried. Being helped to his bed, he gave directions concerning his burial, and appointed a man to preach at his funeral. Soon after this he began to tell his friends about his heavenly inheritance and reaching out his hand with great composure, he bade them an affectionate farewell. After a few minutes silence he said, "I thought I should have spoken no more, but I believe I shall say a little." He then began to exhort his family and friends to meet him in heaven. This he continued to do for some time, and at last broke out in a strain of rapture, crying, glory, glory, glory, until his voice was lost in death. Thus died our brother in peace, shouting as he passed through the valley of death, in full prospect of endless life. The soul of our brother is gone And dwell in the ocean of love. WILLIAM BEAUCHAMP, of the Missouri conference. (See his memoir in the three preceding numbers of the Magazine.) SAMUEL GLAIZE, of the Missouri conference. Of brother Glaize in early life little is known. He became a subject of converting grace in his youth, was very pious, and much devoted to God. He was recommended to, and received at the conference in Louisville in 1816, as a travelling preacher. He travelled two years in the Ohio conference, and in 1818 he was admitted to deacons' orders, transferred to the Missouri conference, and stationed on St. Louis circuit. In 1819 he travelled on Cape Girardeau, and in 1820 his health being so impaired as to disqualify him for efficient labours on the circuit, he obtained a supernumerary relation to the conference, and was appointed to Blue river circuit with another preacher. Here he partially recovered his health, and at the ensuing conference was again made effective, and was appointed to the charge of Bellevue circuit in Missouri. On this circuit he lost his health, and obtained a superannuated relation at the next conference. After this he was never able to preach, and for more than a year before he died, he was unable to perform family devotion. Though his complaint was of a lingering kind, and wore his life away by degrees, he bore it with patience and resignation. Whether it was constitutional, or the effect of his disease, is not easily determined; but he was subject at times to depression of spirit. He was a man of undoubted piety, truly exemplary in his behaviour and conversation; very studious and temperate. He possessed a good mind, and was acceptable as a preacher, From the conference held at St. Louis, 1823, he went to reside at the house of brother A. M'Alister, St. Louis county, Mo., and employed his time, while able, in teaching the children. Here he ended his days in peace, September, 1824. No doubt his premature death is to be attributed to his ministerial labours. Happy GLAIZE! Thou hast fallen in the best of causes; but thou art gone to receive of the Chief Shepherd thy reward. DEATH OF WILLIAM SMITH, ESQ., OF VIENNA, N. Y. WILLIAM SMITH, ESQ., of Vienna, was among the first who joined the Methodist Episcopal Church in these parts, and has for a number of years filled the place of steward on Western circuit. Some time last spring he began to decline in health, but was able to do business until autumn, and was not confined to his room many weeks before his death. I often asked him, while he was able to ride out, whether he had any doubts of his acceptance with God, and always received an answer in the negative. As he drew nearer his end, his peace "flowed like a river." One day, after having finished all his temporal concerns, he said to a brother in the church, "I have had many happy meetings with my brethren, but this is the happiest day of my life;" intimating that be had now nothing more to do than to die and enter into rest. Whenever he was asked the state of his mind, if he said nothing, he never failed to show, by a heavenly smile, that he understood the nature of the question, and that his soul was happy. Prayer to God and singing his praise were now his meat and drink. He often said that there was no cloud on his mind-that he had a clear sky-that he had not a doubt of future felicity. The day before his departure presented to us, who were present with him, one of those scenes which mortal language never described. After some time spent in prayer, he requested us to sing: we sung "Saints entering paradise," and, "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand," &c. His soul was full: he smiled--he looked up--heaven beamed on his countenance; and he seemed to be preparing his pinions for the third heaven. A goodly number were present; all were moved; some wept aloud. My mind was never so sensibly struck with that passage of Dr. Young, "The chamber where the good man meets his fate," &c. January 2, 1825, sabbath morning about daybreak, his happy soul took its flight, leaving the marks of its felicity on the clay tenement left behind; and leaving a widow and six children to mourn the loss of one of the best of husbands, and one of the best of fathers. J. BAKER. POETRY. From the Wesleyan Methodist Magazine. Afar in the desert I love to ride, Flit over the brain, like the ghosts of the dead- All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time was new, Like the fresh bowers of paradise opening to All-all-now forsaken, forgotten, or gone- With that sadness of heart which no stranger I fly to the deserts afar from man. Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent bush-boy alone by my side- And the proud man's frown, and the base man's And the scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tear; And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and folly, Dispose me to musing and dark melancholy- And my soul is sick with the bondman's sigh— There is a rapture to vault on the champing steed, graze : And the gemsbok and eland unhunted recline By the skirts of grey forests o'ergrown with wild vine; And the elephant browses at peace in his wood; And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent bush-boy alone by my side-- ! With the silent bush-boy alone by my side- fear; Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone, Where grass, nor herb, nor shrub takes root, Tell to the heart, in its pensive mood, And here while the night winds round me sigh, E.S. Reva Sohn Hannah. Companion of the late Representative from the British. to the American General Conference. Entered according to act of Congress the - up in the ashes of .. All this, and more that might be sam, the way of virtue. We want not so much means of knowing what we ought to do, as wills to do that which we know. But yet all that knowledge which is separated from an inward acquaintance with virtue and goodness, is of a far different nature from that which ariseth out of a true living sense of them, which is the best discerner thereof, and by which alone we know the true perfection, sweetness, energy, and loveliness of them, and all that which can no more be known by a naked demonstration, than colours can be perceived of a blind man by any definition which he can hear of them. And further, the clearest notions of truth that shine in the souls of the common sort of men, are extremely clouded if they be not accompanied with that answerable practice that might VOL. VIII. May, 1825. 22 |