The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-03-26

and had great many more hardships to con-
tend with. He was tempted, and has promised
to succor those who are tempted. He is the
Rock spoken of in your text, and it should be
your constant prayer that you may be led to him!
There is safety no where else! Whenever then,
my dearest boy, you feel yourself inclined to
such sinful anger, let your first wish be, Lead
me to the Rock which is higher than I.'-Let
it be your morning and evening supplication,
and never rest till you feel yourself firmly fas-
tened there?"
She then made me kneel down; and kneeling
beside me, with her arm clasping my waist, she
commended me to God and to his grace so fer
bently, and so pathetically, that the recollection
of that hour will always linger in my memory.
thought never should be passionate again.
But alas even on that very day Twas frequent
ly reminded of my own weakness, and recalled
from very near approaches to frstfulness, and
ill.temper by my mothers serious but sweet ex-
preston, and an emphatic, LEAD me to the
Rock that is higher than r.
Alas! soon lost this devoted mother She
was too fair and frail plant to buffet the storms
of life, and so she was bowed beneath them.
forgot her pious precepts, and my spirit was
too nearly assimilated to a licentious world
tu. can say with truth, that in the widest ca.
reer of folly, when sense and reason have been
almost annihilated, and the voice of conscience
has been disregarded, those very words, "Lead
me to the Rock that is higher than )" have
come over my benumbed senses like voice
from the tombs, restoring me TO my better self,
and quickened me to sense of my infatuation
and my guilt
Twas once q victim to calumny and false.
hood, and the fever of my soul had driven me
to madness; but the same sweet words in all
the tenderness of my mothers tones, fell on my
burning spirit, and was calmed. In that sea.
son of bereavement too, when all that loved
seemed forsaking me, they entered my desola-
ted heart like dream of childhood, restoring
me to thoughts of happiness, and innocence,
and peace.
They at length became as the handwriting
on the wall to guilty Belshazzar. "Lead me
to the Rock that is higher than l, !" was contin-
ually in my imagination. Not as heretofore
with soothing influence, but as something fear
full and appalling. Go where l would, it fol-
lowed me, and the consciousness that had har-
dened my heart against its silent teachings,
pursued me like phantom. 1t was this under
God that led me to repentance! 1t is this that
now shields me in temptation ;-and whenever
these horrible struggles, such Us you have seen,
come upon me; instinctively reach forth to lay
hold upon "THE ROCK THAT Is HIGHER THAN
l."
THE CHAMBER OF DEATH-A FRAGMENT.
How glorious is the dying chamber Of the
Christian! 1t is the very union of time and
eternity, meeting of the living on earth with
the angels in heaven.
The place is holy; for it is filled with those
ministering spirits, waiting for the soul depart
ing from this perishiug world, for the everlast-
ing habtations of the redeemed. But glorious
as this is, it shrnks before the greater glory of
Him who is present Jesus himself is present,
and the Holy Spirit is to finish the work Of sal
vation. All how different, could we see the
throag in the chamber of the unsaved departing
soul If words cannot express, or imagination
conceive, the glory of the former, neither can
the horror of the latter be supposed, where the
bed is surrounded by fends eagerly waiting for
their prey But it is not in this solemn hour
only, that these unseen spirits are beside US.
They are constantly present. for good or for evil,
in the hustle of the world, or the solitude ofthe
lonely. BY day and by night we are surroun.
ded by this unseen host, waiting, during all its
pilgrimage, on the soul of man. Go into the
sick chamber. Mark all the routine fthe sick
bed, the frutless visit Of the physician the pro-
found sympathy of friends, the prayer of the
minister, too often desired only to close the last
econa Ask thon if there he not tn one and
all, fast-coming eternity, a message from the
Lord, in the house, saying, "This night thy
soul shall be required of thce;' and this very
night shall that soul sec holy and just God,
and hear the question whether Christ has been
indeed precious, and his redemption been in
deed the chief desire in life, and the only hope
in DEATH Wesleyan Methodist Magazine.
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some time to call attention to the Rock Island
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Columbus, Georgia. The company had the
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and our opinion of its quality and cheapness
can be judged Of by our having made arrange
ments for constant supply in future upon
which to print the Laws and Journals OF the
Legislature, and our paper also. We are as
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can and will furnish in any quantities, just such
paper in quality as may be desired, and upon
better terms that it can be bought at the North.
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