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righteous, who is the propitiation for our sins, and his blood cleanseth from all sin. This one thing I desire, and will still seek after, to be holy and wise.”
We regret to say that the foregoing extracts terminate Mr. Taylor's diary, with the exception of a small fragment in the year 1828, which shall be noticed in its place. It is plain, indeed, that this valuable exercise had been followed through the intervening time, but the record was probably destroyed by himself, as it was not found among his papers. We regret this the more, because, as he advanced in his course, he became more and more occupied, so that his letters, as far as they have been recovered, are not so numerous, and for the most part written in haste. Still, however, materials sufficient are in hand to enable us to form a complete estimate of Mr. Taylor's character, and to hold him up as affording a most instructive example to Christians, students, candidates for the ministry, and ministers of the Gospel.
To his brother F., Mr. Taylor wrote on the 8th of August, and referring to the misconduct of some members of college, says,
“How happy, my dear brother, that heaven has placed a barrier between us and such excesses. Let us be humble and thankful. Let us consecrate those powers to God which others prostitute in the service of sin and Satan.”
To another of his brothers, an elder in one of the churches in New York, he wrote about the same time, as follows:
“ That the little Zion, on whose walls you have your place, gather strength, is good news. May the tree planted in so rich a soil, strike deep its roots and shoot wide its branches. Blossoms, it seems, have al ready ripened into fruit. May successive spring seasons come round, and no blight appear. May the heart of
your beloved pastor, and the hearts of the officebearers, and of the little flock, all rejoice together in the ingathering of not a little fruit. 'In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thy hand.' And may your inquiry, both early and late, at his temple, meet with responses to encourage and animate you all to do much for Zion. 'O Zion, that bringest good tidings! What else is worth living for ? Dear brother, may our sensibilities be most tender for Zion-bleeding Zion-Zion, against which the wicked are arrayed; but whose cause God, angels, and saints have espoused, and will never desert. How strong our consolation ! for when we lend our aid to this cause, we are sure that it will prosper. Hath the Lord said it, and shall he not do it? Those whose hearts have been enlarged to embark in this cause, but who now, from reverses in business, must curtail their contributions, will not repine that so much has been safely lodged. Will not the Lord recompense them a hundred fold ? When
fail, it is an affliction ; but how much greater the affliction when the benevolent fail! True, God can open new fountains and multiply streams, when some are dried up: and, before Zion's cause shall fail for want of funds, will he not unlock the earth's coffers and bring forth millions to her aid? We need not fear; though the friends of God seem
fewer at present than his enemies, yet his resources are infinite.
Brother, do you not think it more noble to act and labor against opposing influences, than it would be if the multitude fell in with the benevolence of the day? I think a brighter crown awaits such noble daring efforts as the apostles, and martyrs, and reformers, and some since their day, have made, than even the efforts of those who may live in the millennium : and simply for this reason; because the cross will be less heavy to bear when all take part with heaven. May our efforts be made with a single eye. The less conspicuous here, the more renowned hereafter. Christ was little known, and less honored. 'His name, however, shall be great among the heathen,' and his right to reign shall be duly acknowledged: for to him every knee
every tongue confess.' “ Could I gain access to the benevolent ones around you, who already do so much, I would lament with them that so much wealth lies dormant in their city, when it might be employed for the eternal interests of men. I could tell some who hold their pennies so close, what I overheard the other day :- I wish I had twenty dollars to help my brother through the next term in college.' This was said by one who had struggled long and hard for his own education. This man, too, bids fair to bless mankind; and his brother has lately professed conversion, and has the ministry in view."
At the commencement, in September of this year, he took his ilegree of A. B. in Nassau-Hall, and left J. B. Taylor
the place with the view of connecting himself with the Theological Seminary at New-Haven.
In the Theological Seminary.
On Mr. Taylor's arrival at New-York from Princeton, he was attacked severely with pain, which probably laid the foundation of that disease which carried him to an early grave; or rather was the commencement of the disease itself, from which he seems never to have perfectly recovered. To a friend ip Princeton, and to his parents, he wrote about the mid dle of October, giving some account of his illness.
"Since I left Princeton, with short intervals, I have had pain upon pain; bave been bled and blistered on each side ; relief, however, has been only temporary. At times the anguish has been almost overpowering. Indeed it has been a sore trial; yet many a time in my distress I have exclaimed, This is not Gethsemanethis is not the cross-this is not hell. Grace, I think, has triumphed in the midst of suffering. And I doubt pot of the final good result of this afflịction; 'light, and but for a moment;-light, and but for a moment, in comparison with what it might be, and with what I deserve. How long I may yet be confined I know not, I need not know. It is enough that God knows what is best, and that is best for me. My desire is to be located at New-Haven, by a week from next Wednesday. Thither I expect to go and remain for the present. There is no fever attending my complaint; it appears to be a rheumatic affection"
To his parents.
“ The Lord knoweth the rod that he hath laid upon me. His grace hath borne me up under its weight, so that I have rejoiced in tribulation. In the midst of judgment great have been the mereies I have received. I have not words to express. my obligations to God for the rich manifestations of his love, when writhing in anguish of body I have thrown myself on his kind arm, and he hath sustained me. I think in the midst of it all he has kept me, measurably, in a childlike spirit, for my greatest concern has been to acquiesce perfectly in the will of God.
" This too has solaced me. The suffering time of the Christian will be over-it will come to an end; and this too-the pain of this day, this hour, tnis moinent is never to be felt a second time. So much of the has been drunk, and the cup that my Father hath given me shall I not drink it?
“ The views vouchsafed, both of the past and future, have been enlarged. I never saw myself to have been 40 unprotitable a servant. By grace, through faith, the prospect of laboring, suffering, or dying, seemed all one; only let God's will be done.”
The only remaining memorial of this year is a ietter written late in the month of December, giving an