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forgiveness. His other hand was then cut off. "But sir," said Sabat in his imperfect English," he never changed, he never changed." And when he bowed his head to receive the blow of death, all Bochara seemed to say, "what new thing is this?"

Sabat had indulged the hope that Abdallah would have recanted when he was offered his life; but when he saw that his friend was dead, he resigned himself to grief and remorse. He travelled from place to place, seeking rest, and finding note. At last he thought he would visit India. He acordingly came to Madras about five years ago. SooLafter his arrival he was appointed by the English government a Mufti, or expounder of Mahometan lav; his great learning, and respectable station in his own country, rendered him eminently qualified for that ffice. And now the period of his own conversion cew near. While he was at Visagapatem, in the northe Cicars, exercising his professional duties, Providence,rought in his way a New Testament in Arabic. Head it with deep thought, the Koran lying before hin He compared them together, and at length the trth of the word of God fell on his mind, as he express] it, like a flood of light. Soon afterwards he proceed to Madras, a journey of 300 miles, to seek Chrisan baptism; and having made a public confession of faith he was baptised by the Rev. Dr. Kerr, in t English church at that place, by the name of Nathan iel, in the twenty-seventh year of his age.

Being now desirous of devoting his future life to the glory of God, he resigned his secular employ, and came by invitation to Bengal, where he is now engaged in translating the scriptures into the Persian language. This work hath not hitherto been executed, for want of a translator of sufficient ability. The Persian is an important language in the East, being the general language of western Asia, particularly among the higher classes, and is understood from Calcutta to Damascus. But the great work which occupies the attention of this noble Arabian, is the I

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promulgation of the Gospel among his own countrymen; and from the present fluctuations of religious opinions in Arabia, he is sanguine in his hopes of His first work is entitled, (Neama Besharatin lil Arabi,) Happy news for Arabia," written in the Nabutte, or common dialect of the country. It containsan eloquent and argumentative elucidation of the tuth of the Gospel, with copious authorities admired by the Mahometans themselves, and particularl by the Wahabians. And prefixed to it, is an accout of the conversion of the author, and an appeal to he members of his well-known family in Arabia, fo the truth of the facts.

The folloing circumstance in the history of Sabat ought not have been omitted. When his family in Arabia ha heard that he had followed the example of Abdal, and become a Christian, they dispatched his broth to India, (a voyage of two months,) to as sassina him. While Sabat was sitting in his house at Visapatem, his brother presented himself in the disgus of a Faqueer, or beggar, having a dagger conced under his mantle. He rushed on Sabat, and ounded him. But Sabat, seized his arm, and rvants came to his assistance. He then recog

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victim of public justice, but Sabat interceded for brother, and sent him home in peace, with letters presents to his mother's house in Arabia.

The conversion of Abdallah and Sabat seems to have been as evidently produced by the Spirit of God, as any conversion in the primitive church. Other instances have occurred in Arabia of a similar kind, and on the very borders of Palestine itself. These are like the solitary notices which, in other nations, have announced the approach of a general illumination.. John Huss, and Jerome of Prague, were not, perhaps, more talked of in Europe, than Abdallah and Sabat are at this day, in Bucharia and Arabia.

Section III.

CHARACTER OF A CLERGYMAN.

I was very much pleased, in my last visit to Colonel Caustic's, with the appearance and the deportment of the clergyman of his parish, who was a frequent visitor of my friend, and his sister. The Colonel, after drawing his character in very favourable way, concluded with telling me, that he had seen something of the world, having officiate, in the early part of his life, as the chaplain of a riment. To this circumstance, I confess, I was inclind to impute some of the Colonel's predilection in his avour; but a little acquaintance with him convinced le, that he had done the good man no more than juste in his eulogium. There was something of a placi dignity in his aspect; of a politeness, not of form, blof sentiment, in his manner; of a mildness, undelsed by flattery, in his conversation equally pleasing a respectable. He had now no family, as Miss ustic informed me, having had the misfortune to lo his wife, and two children many years ago. But hiarishoners are his family, said she. His look ind was parental, with something above the cares, t not the charities of this world; and over a caste seriousness, and perhaps melancholy, that seemed be reserved for himself, there was an easy cheerfu ness, and now and then a gaiety, that spoke to the in nocent pleasures of life, a language of kindness and indulgence.

""Tis the religion of a gentleman," said Colonel Caustic." "Tis the religion of a philosopher," said I.-"'Tis something more useful than either," said his sister. "Did you know his labours as I have sometimes occasion to do! The composer of differences, the promoter of peace and of contentment; the encourager of industry, sobriety, and all the virtues that make society prosperous and happy. He

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gives to religion a certain graciousness which allures to its service, yet in his own conduct he takes less indulgence than many that preach its terrors. The duties of his function are his pleasures, and his doctrine is, that every man will experience the same thing, if he bring his mind fairly to the trial; that to fill our station wel, is in every station to be happy." "The great ad wealthy, I have heard the good man say," contiued the excellent sister of my friend, "to whom refement and fancy open a thousand sources of delint, do not make the proper allowance for the inferio rank of men. That rank has scarce any exercisef mind or imagination but one, and that one is rigion; we are not then to wonder, if it sometimes anders into the gloom of superstition, or the wilds oenthusiasm. To keep this principle warm, but pure, teach it as the gospel has taught it, the mother good works,' as encouraging, not excusing our ties, the guide at the same time, and the sweetne of life; to dispense this sacred treasure as the bal of distress, the cordial of disease, the conqueroof death! These are the privileges which I enjor which I hope I have used for the good of my peo: they have hitherto shed satisfaction on my life nd I trust will smooth its close !"

Tis the religion of a Christian!" said Miss Cstic. Lounger.

I had lately a very remarkable dream, which made so strong an impression on me, that I remember every word of it; and if you are not better employed, you may read the relation of it as follows:

I thought I was in the midst of a very entertaining set of company, and extremely delighted in attending to a lively conversation, when on a sudden, I perceived one o. the most shocking figures that imagination can frame, advancing towards me. She was dressed in black, her skin was contracted into a thousand wrinkles, her eyes deep sunk in her head, and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance of death. Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting severity, and her hands armed with whips and scorpions. As soon as she came near, with a horrid frown, and a voice that chilled hy very blood, she bade me follow her. I obeyed, an she led me through rugged paths, beset with briar and thorns, into a deep solitary valley. Wherever sh passed, the fading verdure withered beneath her step; her pestilential breath infected the air with magnant vapours,obscured the lustre of the sun, and inlved the fair face of heaven in universal gloom. Dismal howlings resounded through the forest; fro baleful tree, the night raven uttered his dreadf and the prospect was filled with desolation a horror. In the midst of this tremendous scene, mexecrable guide addressed me in the following maer.

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"Retire with me, O rash, unthinking mortal! >m the vain allurements of a deceitful world; and len, that pleasure was not designed the portion of hu life. Man was born to mourn and to be wretch This is the condition of all below the stars; and wh ever endeavours to oppose it, acts in contradiction the will of heaven. Fly then from the fatal enchant ments of youth and social delight, and here consecrate the sclitary hours to lamentation and woe.Misery is the duty of all sublunary beings; and every enjoyment is an offence to the Deity, who is to be worshipped only by the mortification of every sense of pleasure, and the everlasting exercise of sighs and tears.'

This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits, and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy

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