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the first place at which he statedly ministered was Kibworth, in Leicestershire; from whence, more than 20 years ago, he removed to Ashley, in Northamptonshire; where he laboured till the distressing event occurred which occasions the present application. Ashley, as the centre of a number of villages, was an eligible place for the meetinghouse; but the minister usually resided at Wilbarston, a larger vil lage, three miles distant. Previous to Mr. Bullock's settlement at Ashley, public worship on on the Lord's Day was at Ashley in the morning; and the minister, the other parts of the day, preached at Weldon and other places. In the afternoon, a meeting for prayer, reading a sermon, &c. was held in a private house at Wilbarston. By Mr. Bullock's exertions at Wilbar ston, there was so considerable an increase of hearers, that a meetinghouse was found nccessary. By the assistance of friends one was erected; and be has continued since that time to preach there, at least or ce every Lord's Day, and frequently twice, and the stated regular hearers are now upwards of 250.

In January 1809, Mr. Block was visited by a violent attack of the palsy, which was succeeded by another stroke the July following; and by a third in March, 1810. Since the first attack he has been, still is, and, to every appearance, will be utterly incapable of resum. g his ministerial labours, or of engaging in any employ for his support. He has a wife and six chil. aren; five of whom are under seven years of age: his present resources are, only the house which he occupies, valued at 150; and a smail grocery business, carried on by Mrs. Bullock.

Some friends, taking the above into consideration, presented the Case before the Half-yearly Northamptonshire Association of Independent Ministers, held at Welford,

the 26th of April, 1810, for the parpose of having some Plan formed for securing permauent relief to Mr. Bullock during his life, and to his Wife and Family, in the event of his removal by death; and the ministers and friends assembled al Welford, doubt not but this most affecting case will suitably interest their attention.

Subscriptions will be thankfully received by the Rev. G. Gill, or T. Inkersole, Esq. banker, Market Harborough, the Rev. Mr. Toller, Kettering; and Mr. Conder, Book. seller, Bucklersbury; or Messrs. Regers, Oiling, and Rogers, Freeman's Court, Cornhill, Londen.

Oct. 7. The chapel at Vauxhall Turnpike was opened; when two Sermons were preached; that in the morning by the Rev. D. Orme (of his Majesty's household) from Rom. xii. 1; and that in the evening by the Rev. Dr. Collyer, from Isaiah Ixi. 2; when the place was so crowded, that numbers could not get within the doors; and we hope good will be done. - Mr. Orme has engaged to supply the mornings; and the evening lecture will be supplied by respectable ministers of the Independent denomination.

We are requested to remind the Members of the Protestant Union, That if their subscriptions are not paid within one month after they become due, they are subject to the forfeits, according to the class to which they belong; and which must be paid, as the society's funds suf fer by not attending to that rule.

Forty years having elapsed since the death of that eminent servant of Christ Mr. Whitefield, the Rev. Matthew Wilks noticed the circumstance in a sermon at the Tabernacle, on Sunday, Sept. 30, in a discourse, from Deut, viii. 2, Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God hath led thee these forty years in the wilderness."


Rev. Mr. Harrison and Cong. Bethel Chapel, Bury, Lancashire
Mr. Raffles and Congregation, Hammersmith
Mr. Rogers and Congreg. Beaminster (received in May)
Mr. Kemp and Congregation, Swansea
Mr. Clark and Kriends, at Brigg and Wraby

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Bernardi suave Canticum, &c. BERNARD'S SWEET SONG TO THE

Witsii Exercitationes Sacra în


O JESU, mi dulcissime,
Spes suspirantis animæ,
Te quærunt piæ lachrymæ
Te clamor meutis intimæ !
Jesus dulcedo cordium,
Fons vivus, lumen mentium,
Excedeas omne gaudium,
Et omne desiderium.

Quando cor nostrum visitas,
Tunc lucet ei veritas,
Mundi vilescit vanitas,
Et intus fervet charitas.
Jesu, mi bone, sentiam
Amoris tui copiam,
Da mihi per præsentiam,
Tuam videre gloriam.

Quem tuus amor ebriat, Novit quid Jesus sapiat. Quam felix est quan satiat! Non est ultra quod cupiat.

Jesu, decus angelicum
In aure dulce can icum,
In ore mel mirificum,
In corde nectar calicum.
Desidero te millies
Mi Jesu, quando venies?
Me lætum quando facies?
Me de te quando saties?
Jam quod quæsivi video,
Quod concupivi teneo;
Amore Jesu langueo,
Et corde totus ardeo.


Translated into Verse from the Latin,
in the Sacred Exercitations of Witsius
on the Creed.-Exercitatio ix, p. 136.
Most lovely Jesus, dearest Friend,
To thee my longing hopes ascend;
With pious tears and holy voice,
My inmost pow'rs in thee rejoice:
From thee my heart a sweetness draws,
Which makes me happy in thy cause y
Thou art the living Fouutain, where,
For life and comfort, I repair!
Thy beams a heavenly light impart,
To guide my foolish wand'ring heart;
Thou dost my breast with joy iuspire,
Surpassing ev'ry vain desire!

When I tby gracious smiles enjoy,
Thy truth appears without alloy :
I hate the world with all its charms;
And love divine my bosom warms!
Jesus, my soul's eternal good,
My light, my life, my heav'nly food.
With grace descend, my passions mová,
To know and feel thy boundless love!
Thy various beauties, how they shine!
How pure, how perfect, how divine!
Thy presence, Lord, on me bestow,
And all thy matchless glories show!
Thou know'st, and dost with joy ap-

The soul enraptur'd with thy love;
Its choicest savours open lie

To thine all-penetrating eye!

Happy the man that's well supply'd From thy dear wounds and bleeding side!

Thy blessing eases ev'ry pain,
Nor shall his wishes prove in vain!

Thy glory angels love to view!
It strikes my ear with music too;
My mouth with choicest honey fills;
With nectar rare my heart instils!
With thousand wishes thee I seek;
O when wilt thon in mercy speak!
When on my soul thy favours pour,
And fill my heart forevermore ?
What I once sought I plainly see;
And once desir'd, abides with me;
But still to feel thy love I pine:
May it burn thro' this heart of mine!

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Consolatory Lines to a Friend. YES, child of Sorrow, hard's thy lot, That Poverty invades thy cot; But He who wills it, hope has giv'n,A hope no mortal can destroy, No fleeting transitory joy,A rich inheritance in Heav'u! Confiding in the great Supreme, To Him thy morn and evening theme Still dedicate, and humbly bow.

Whate'er his wisdom may design, Receive submissive, nor repine, Though many are thy sufferings now. Soon shall transplendent scenes arise, And clouds receding, brighter skies Disclose, thy soul oppress'd to cheer; His sacred word to thee shall prove His chast'nings tokens are of love, Nor less evince his guardian care! Tho' years revolving on their wing, Bring not to thee one genial spring, In Nature's fairer form array'd,

Yet shall thy summer's sun arise, Sublimer prospects greet thine eyes, And welcome be life's ev'ning shade. W. WETHERILL.

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