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This still has been my sweetest song,
My Love is crucify'd.
Whate'er may me betide,
My Love is crucify'd.
My Lord shall be my guide ;
My Love is crucify'd.
ds vast creation wide ;
My Love is crucify’d.
On places high to ride,
S. P." Jan. 19, 1795.
“THE GARDENER AND ROSE-TREE.”
A FABLE." “ Affectionately addressed to Mrs. J. H,on the death of ber child, by her truly sympathizing friend,
S. P." MARCH 12, 1798. “ IN a sweet spoi, which Wisdom chose, Grew an unique and lovely Rose ; A flow'r so tair was seldom, bornes A Rose almost without a thorn. Each passing stranger stopp'd to view A plant possessing charms so new : “ Sweet flow's!" each lip was heard to say Nor less the Owner pleas' than they : Reard by his hand with constant care, And planted in his choice parterre,
Of all his garden this the pride,
As months rollid on, the spring appear'd,
parent Rose-tree downward bends, And, with a joy unknown before, Contemplates the yet embryo flow'r.
• Offspring most dear (she fondly said,) • Part of myself ! beneath my shade,
Safe shalt thou rise, whilst happy I, * Transported with maternal joy,
Shall see thy little buds appear, Unfold and bloom in beauty bere. •What though the Lilly, or Jonquil, • Or Hyacinth no longer fill ! The space around me -All shall be * Abundantly made up in thee.
• What though my present charms decay, And passing strangers no more say *Of me, Sweet fw'. !'Yet thou shalt raise
Thy blooming head, and gain the praise, . And this reverberated pleasure
Shall be to me a world of treasure. Cheerful I part with former merit,
That ir my darling may inherit, · Haste then the hours wbich bid thee bloom, • And Gll the zephyrs with perfume !'
Thus had the Rose-tree scarcely spoken,
Judge ye, who know a mother's cares
* Deep was the wound; nor slight the pair
Snatch'd from my fond maternal eye ! ! What hadst thou done ?-dear offspring ! say, • So early to be snatch'd away! • What ! gone for ever ! geen no more! For ever I thy loss deplore, « Ye dews descend, with tears supply • Mv now forever tearful eye ;
Or rather come some northern blast, • Dislodge my yielding roots in haste. • Whirlwinds arise-my
As thus the anguish'd Rose-tree cry'd,
• Cease, beauteous flow'r, these useless cries, • And let my lessons make thee wise, « Art thou not mine ? Did not my hand * Transplant thee from the barren sand, • Where once a mean unsightly plant, • Expos’d to injury and want, • Unknown, and unadmir'd, I found, • And brought thee to this fertile ground; • With studious art improv'd thy form, • Secur'd thee from the inclement storm, . And through the seasons of the year,
Made thee my unabatinig care ? • Hast thou dui ulest thy happy lot, . In such an ownero-such a spo: ?
now, because thy shoot I've taken, Thy best of friends must be forsaken.
Know, fower belov'd e'en chin affliction * Shal
prove to chce a benediction : "Had I 10 the young plant remov’d,
(So fondly by thy heart belov'd.) "O me thy heart would scarce have thought, W do grattude no more be fraught : '-Y-a-ihy own beauty be al stake
Surrender'd for thy offspring's sake.
Now I've another garden where
• Nor shalt thou always be apart
Be patient, then, till that set hour shall come 4 When thou and thine shall in new beauties bloom : No more its absence shall thou eben deplore, * Together grow and ne'er be parted more.'
These words to silence hush'd the plaintive Rose, With deeper blushes redd’oing now she glows, Submissive bow'h her unrepining head, Again her wonted, grateful tragrance shedCry'd, Thou hast taken only what's thine own, * Therefore thy will, my Lord, not mine, be done.'
AN ACCOUNT OF HIS LAST AFFLICTION, AND
THE HOLY AND HAPPY EXERCISES
OF HIS MIND UNDER IT.
EARLY in October, 1798, Mr. Pearce at tended at the Kettering mnisters' nieeting, and preached from Psalm xc. 16, 17.
Let thy work appear unto thy serounts, and thy glory unto their children. and let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us : and establish ihou the work of vur hands upon us : yea, the work of our hands e. tablish thou it. He was observed to be singularly sviemnald affectionate in that discouise. If he had known it to be the last time that he shi uid address his brethren in that part of the country, lierould si aicely have felt o spoken in a more interesting manner.
o discourse full of instruc on, full of a boly unction, and that seemed to breathe an apostvlical ardeur. On bis return, he preached ai Market Harborough; and riding home the next day in company with his friend, Mr. Summers, of London, they were overtaken with rain. Mr, Pearce was wet through his clothes, and towards evening complained of a chillness. A slight hoarseness followed. He preached several times after this, which brought on an inflammation, and issued in a consumption. It is probable that if his constitution had not been previously impaired, such effects might not have followed in this instance. His own ideas on this subject, are expressed in a le ter to Dr. Ryland, daied December 4, 1798, and in another to Mr. King, dated fron Bristol, on his way to Plymouth, March 30, 1799. In the former, he says,-" Ever since my Christmas