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him a virtue; and, being of a cheerful and sanguine temper, he delighted to look to the future in the sunshine of hope, nor ever gave way long to despondency, even under his severest trials. There was no selfishness in his nature; and far above jealousy and envy, he was proud to see rising in the service all who had illustrated it by their renown. Though never rich, he was most generous indeed too generous, ever to become rich. But, while not neglectful of the interests of his family, he seemed to believe-nor will the belief be vain-that virtue and honour are, beyond all other, the best means of advancement in life; and that the sons of a man who had well served his country, may hope, by emulating their father's example, one day to gain their father's rank, and, perhaps, to achieve some portion of their father's fame. His manners were as delightful as his character was estimable, simple, and unpretending; but elegant and graceful, such as bespoke and became his birth; and their charm was increased by a fine countenance, full of animation, and a person singularly handsome; and, though not above the middle size, indicating that strength and activity to which, under Providence, he more than once owed his life. Tenderly alive to the feelings and duties of all life's relations, he sought his own happiness in that of those he loved; a good son,-a good husband,—a good father,—and a good friend.

Though unostentatious in his religious duties, it is not to be thought that he, who habitually felt" in the midst of life we are in death," had not a soul solemnly alive to religion. In that he but resembled all the rest of his country's greatest heroes. Nor can we fear that we shall we blamed by any, even by those who were nearest and dearest to him, for mentioning here, that, after his death, a manuscript was found, containing extracts from the Bible, especially suitable for the devotional exercises of one whose lot had lain among perpetual dangers; and also prayers, accompanied with heart confessions, to the very last, affectingly proving to one sad survivor, how humbly and penitentially that heart was disposed

towards that God whose goodness guards them "that go down to the sea in ships-that do business in great waters."

ANOTHER GENEROUS SAILOR.

"To the EDITOR, Sir,-I observed in the PILOT for last month, the acknowledgment of £10 from a generous hearted Sailor, in aid of the operations of your Society. It is with feelings of peculiar pleasure that I inform you of the same amount being presented to me by a benevolent Sailor, on Lord's-day evening, in aid of our cause at Shakspeare's Walk Chapel, Shadwell. During the Service, a Sailor came to our chapel door, inquired who preached there; and on being asked in by the attendant at the door, begged her to take a paper to me in the pulpit, which she did. On opening it, I found it to contain a Ten Pound Bank of England Note, with the following lines:

"Servants of the most High, accept this mite-
Not for to buy, but beg your prayers some night,
When you meet here, as kindred souls should meet,
To stimulate the tear-to learn at Jesus' feet-
When you are full yourselves, then think on me,
Starving on empty shelves, and on the sea."

Nothing has been heard of this liberal Sailor since ; and who he is we have no knowledge. If this should meet his eye, I would thank him for the donation, and assure him that it is devoted to the benefit of the cause, as we understood it to be designed.

"What a lesson does this act of a Sailor read to all who take an interest in this useful class of men! How do such men merit our respect and Christian sympathies. The Lord grant that he may find mercy of the Lord in that day."

"T. MOORE."

CORONATION OF QUEEN VICTORIA.

Preparations on a magnificent scale are being made in every part of the kingdom, as well as at Court and in the Metropolis, for the Coronation of our youthful and amiable Queen, on the 28th of the present month, (June.) Before therefore the publication of this PILOT, that important national ceremony will have been performed; and we will not fail to unite with a loyal and attached people in prayer, that every Divine gift may be richly shed forth upon her by the Holy Spirit-that as a Sovereign, her mind may be fully enlightened to understand her true dignity, and her awful responsibility to the ETERNAL SOVEREIGN. Every Christian will unite with us in prayer, that the grace of the same Spirit, with every new-covenant blessing in Christ Jesus, may be imparted to the Queen,-enabling her to shine in all the beauties of holiness, rejoicing over the greatest, most intelligent, and happiest people upon earth; and beholding, through a long, happy, and prosperous reign, the unparalleled advancement of sound knowledge, sacred liberty, and true religion, to the glory of God our Saviour.

QUEEN VICTORIA AT THE LIGHTHOUSE.

The following anecdote was related by the Rev. R. Newton, for the accuracy of which he vouched, at the last annual meeting of the Wesleyan Methodist Auxiliary Missionary Society, held at Liverpool :A poor, but truly pious widow, placed in charge of a lighthouse on the southern coast, had resolved to devote the receipts of one day in the year, during the visiting season, to the missionary cause. On one of these days, a lady in widow's weeds, and a little girl in deep mourning, came to see the lighthouse. Sympathy in misfortune, he supposed, led her to conversation; and, before the unknown visitor took her depar

ture, they had most probably mingled their tears together. The lady left behind her a sovereign. The unusually large gratuity immediately caused a conflict in the breast of the poor woman, as to whether she was absolutely bound to appropriate the whole to the missionary box or not. At length she compromised by putting in half a crown. But conscience would not let

her rest. She went to bed, but could not sleep. She rose-took back the half crown-put in the sovereignreturned to bed, and slept comfortably. A few days afterwards, to her great surprise, she received a double letter, franked; and, on opening it, she was not mcre astonished than delighted, to find £20 from the widow lady, and £5 from the little girl in deep mourning. And who were that lady, and that little girl? No other than her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent, and our present rightful and youthful Sovereign, Queen Victoria!

NOTICES OF NEW BOOKS.

THE QUEEN; a Memorial of the Coronation, 1838. Royal 64mo, embossed roan. Ward & Co.

This is an elegant, instructive, and well-written Memorial of the Coronation of Queen Victoria, peculiarly adapted as a present for young persons.

THE MISSIONARY'S FAREWELL: Valedictory Services of the Rev. John Williams, previous to his departure for the South Seas; with his Parting Dedicatory Address to the British Churches and the Friends of Missions, pp. xii. 130, cloth, 18mo. Snow.

Every one interested in the cause of Christian Missions to the Heathen, or the welfare of Seamen and of our Colonies, ought to possess this singularly edifying little volume, on account of its valuable contents. It contains the prayers of the Rev. Dr. J. P. Smith and the Rev. G. Clayton; and the Addresses of W. Bateman, Esq., the Rev. W. Ellis, Rev. J. Clayton,

Rev. J. Campbell, and Rev. J. Williams, besides a Narrative of the Departure, and a Copy of the Report of the Committee of the Common Council of the City of London, on the Petition of the Rev. J. Williams.

MATERNAL INFLUENCE ON A SAILOR IN MIDNIGHT REFLECTIONS.

My soul is like the sea," that cannot rest,"
And while my eyes their nightly vigils keep,
Strange visions flit upon the deep blue wave;
Visions that seem to tell of childhood's hours.
One image leaves me not by night or day,
And the soft music of one little word,
For ever thrills upon my list'ning ear.

If, when the heavens are hung with pall of black,
I climb the slipping shrouds with daring step,
Through the loud crash of warring elements,
And dirge-like tones that whistle through the sails,
There comes one soft, one silvery note-'tis "Mother!"

Or if at midnight's dark and lonely hour,

I

pace the deck, and watch the countless stars,

That on calm ocean's bosom sweetly shine,

Each breeze that wafts our proud ship onward, bears

The name of " Mother" on its welcome wing.

Blest word! blest thought! Have I a Mother yet,
That for her wreckless sailor-boy doth pray?

And does the homely cot

Where first she pour'd the fulness of her love,
And taught my infant heart the path above,
In that secluded spot

Yet stand beneath the covert of the wood?

And doth the voice of prayer yet cheer that solitude?
Or is it hushed in death?

And have those silver locks, bowed down with care,
Found in the grave that rest the holy share,
When with their yielding breath

The spirit soars to realms beyond the skies,

While rest the flesh in hope, till God shall bid it rise?
God of my Mother! (if she wakes or sleeps,)

O be the God and Father of her son!

Though oft on these polluted lips thy name

Hath been the "Swearer's Prayer!"—Though oft my crimes
Defied thy wrath and dared thy thunderbolts!
And may have brought the hoary hairs of one
Thou lov'dst-my widowed mother-to the grave;
Yet, by the blood of Him who walk'd the sea,

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