my Saviour, is near, whatever becomes of this poor body: I hope my gracious Master will grant me patience to wait his time."

Some time after said, "O my dear children, love, fear, and serve God." He divers times addressed them, nearly after this manner, when coming to speak to him: "Now, dear children, you see the need of preparing for such a time as this. It would be miserable indeed, if I did not feel an easy mind." At another time, calling them by name, "James and Rebecca, my dear children, remember the many religious opportunities we have had together; may they be unto you as "bread cast upon the waters." "Oh! the goodness of the blessed Jesus!" was often heard to proceed from his lips. He also frequently appeared to be engaged in fervent supplication, when very little could be understood, but "Lord, thy will, and not mine, be done."

On second-day, several friends being in his room, and on his looking to see who it was sitting behind him, he said, "It is my dear wife-we have lived in near and dear unity together. Thou hast been a sweet companion to me. To the Lord be the praise."

At several times he dropped many weighty expressions, attended with the savour of life, which were not taken down; but the substance thereof manifested the great sweetness of his spirit, and that his heart was full of love.

Addressing an individual, he said, "O dear Samuel, I have blessed the Lord many a time, for that he brought my poor soul acquainted with true silence. What a people Friends are! There is not such another in the known world!"

And again

spoke of the preciousness of Friends being preserved in the unity.

Some time after, he addressed another friend to this import, "I have always loved thee. Be valiant for the cause of Truth. It's time for thee to give up body, soul, and spirit, in full dedication. How many, for want of a full surrender, miss of that peace which would flow as a river.”

The evening before his departure, he grew much weaker, and his pain increasing, made it doubtful to himself whether he should survive till morning.He beckoned to me to sit by him, as he frequently had done; and, taking hold of my hand, laid it to his face, quietly saying, "My dear, watch with me this night." Being asked how he was, he replied, "In the Lord's keeping. I have that evidence."

He continued till about the middle of the day following, when he took an affectionate farewell of his wife, saying, "The Lord's power is above all other powers." And shortly after, quietly expired, without sigh or groan, and fell asleep in the Lord.

H. Y." The following tribute of affection to the memory of Peter Yarnall, was sent to his widow not long after his decease.

"And I heard a voice from heaven, saying, blessed are the dead, which die in the Lord, from henceforth; yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours, and their works do follow them."

This text affectingly impressed my mind last evening, on hearing of the death of my much valued friend, Peter Yarnall.

When such dignified characters are removed, it is not only within the limits of family and connexions

the loss is felt;-it becomes extensive, -the church laments, and virtue mourns.

Powerful and persuasive in his ministry,-kind and compassionate in his disposition,- he was ever ready to assist the poor,-not only in his medical capacity; but their spiritual wounds were bound up, by the consolating word of encouragement. And, having felt the "terrors of the Lord for sin," and passed through the dispensation of judgment, to a state of justification, sanctification, and full renovation of heart, he was qualified, by and through the resurrection of Life, to administer comfort to those that were afflicted, whether in body or mind; yea, and to pour in the wine and oil.

Yet why should we lament, if a friend we loved hath entered a little while before us into that glorious habitation, where, after the longest life, the best can but hope to be? I say, why? Yet, there is something implanted in our nature, even to the most perfect, which feels regret at such a separation from friends and relatives; especially those who by the piety of their lives, reflected a lustre in this degenerate age.

But, instead of unavailing grief,-may such instances of mortality excite our endeavours to follow them as they followed Christ;-that we may be entitled to the same joyful sentence of "Well done, good and faithful servant,-enter thou into the joy of thy Lord," and into thy heavenly Master's rest. Philadelphia, 2nd mo. 22nd, 1798. S. R."

Perhaps these Memoirs cannot be more appropriately closed, than by the following lines "To the memory of the late pious Peter Yarnall," which

appeared soon after his decease, in a periodical published in Philadelphia-without the author's name.

When those whom flatt'rer's call the great, have died, The sons of folly, wealth, ambition, pride;

What mourning throngs have crowded round their grave,
With solemn songs, from death their name to save:
But when the truly great, the pious, die,

How few the breasts that swell with sorrow's sigh!
Yet there are minds, O Yarnall, where thy name
Shall be embalm'd with honourable fame;—
Minds that delight in virtue, and disdain
To stoop to soothing adulation's strain,
Such souls sincerely give melodious praise,
To those who fairly win the immortal bays.

If aught earth-born can gain the laurel crown,-
Those spirits, whom their God and Saviour own;
Who nobly forfeit wealth, and ease, and life,
To wage with vice a more than mortal strife;
Who climb the steeps, where heav'n and virtue lead,—
May humbly claim the unperishable meed.

Such is the high, and honourable claim,

That virtue boldly pleads for Yarnall's name.
His private sphere, e'en clouded eyes shall find,
By deeds of light,—an image of his mind:-
A cordial love, where love was due alone,
Express'd in nature's unaffected tone;
Stamping each heart that tenderness could feel,
Deep with sincerity's undoubted seal:

But, if reproof were due, reproof was heard,
With angel meekness, gracing every word.

His friends were num'rous;-friends to whom his heart
Could freely the full flood of love impart.—
But by no friends, and by no sect confin'd,
Were the warm wishes of his ardent mind.

Taught in the school of wisdom,-heaven's first law,
He felt fraternal love for all he saw.

The rich and poor, with equal fervour lov'd,
Superior merit only more approv❜d.

Like those of old, whose strong affections flow'd,
From their own kindred, till they spread abroad,
O'er the wide earth,-where'er mankind were found;
Such was his heart,-it knew no other bound:
And like those too,-commission'd from above,
He journey'd, full of meekness as of love,
To teach wide-erring mortals how to find,
Amid the storms of life, true peace of mind.
By Truth eternal, on this errand sent,
He ne'er forgot his Master's deep intent;
But as the unerring Spirit led the way,
He taught us how to act, and how to pray.
Strange as some new philosophers may deem
The mighty wonders of the gospel-theme;
His hopes were founded on the sacred Rock,
From that deep well his argument he took;
And none, with mitred head, has ever strove,
With purer zeal to show his Maker's love;
To justify the wisdom of his ways,
And on the wings of truth to sound his praise.
No mere lip-service did he dare impart,
To Him, whose right is an unsullied heart.
His soul was with such reverence impress'd,
That on his countenance it stood confess'd.
Ye who have seen him rise, to plead the cause
Of Heaven, and advocate his Saviour's laws,―
Ye know that language is too poor to trace
His unaffected dignity and grace.

And when the music of his voice was heard,
Ye felt the power of every glowing word;
And by the workings of your hearts, confess'd
That something more than human touch'd your breast.
Yes, sainted spirit, thy commission came
From Him, whom mortal tongues Jehovah name.