...Cripplfgate. With hope of M glorious resurrection. Slept in Jesus, Feb.«, 1792, Ic the fad year of hit age. " An Angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of Angels can't confine me there." Also, MARY REYNOLDS, Wife of tlie .said John Reynolds, Who died the llth day of August, 1802, aged...

...joy, what dread t Alternately transported and alann'd! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What...

...died this great, rich, useful, and good man! It brings to mind the .beautiful lines of Dr. Young : " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;, Legions of angels can't confine me there !" While Mr. Simpson was indefatigable in his pasto* ral charge, where he has profited hundreds, he...

...joy, what dread! Aliernately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? here Honor bu § ilii. Dreams. Tisnast conjecture : all things rise in proof: WUfeocr my limbs Sleeps soft dominion...

...joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life! or what destroy! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. ( To be continued.) POLITE LITERATURE FOR THE PORT FOLIO. AMONG the literary publications of Paris,...

...joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and alann'dl What can preserve my lite ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof. While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread, What...

...joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life? or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. ( To be continued.) • POLITE LITERATURE FOR THE PORT FOLIO. AMONG the literary publications of Paris,...

...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm cant snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,...

...humanity: Wiat then his vengeance ? Hear it not, ye stars ! And thou. pale Moon ! turn paler at the sound ; Man is to man the sorest, surest ill. A previous blast foretells the rising storm ; O'erwhebuing turrets threaten ere they fall; Volcanoes bellow ere they disembogue; Earth trembles...

...Alternately transported, and alarm'd! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can' t snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. • _Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; lf An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. And let...