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throughout the world. Dr. Carey has finished his pilgrimage on earth, having gently expired early last Monday morning. For several years past, his health has been

THE GOOD SAMARITAN. BY JOHN G. C. BRAINARD.

heart,

The last tear from his eyelid, seem ready to part.
He looks to the east with a death-swimming eye,
Once more the blest beams of the morning to spy;
For pennyless, friendless, and houseless he's lying,
And he shudders to think, that in darkness he's dying.
Yon meteor!'tis ended as soon as begun-
Yon gleam of the lightning! it is not the sun;
They brighten and pass but the glory of day
Is warm while it shines, and does good on its way.

How brightly the morning breaks out from the east!
Who walks down the path to get tithes for his priest ?*
It is not the Robber who plundered and fled;
"Tis a Levite. He turns from the wretched his head.
Who walks in his robes from Jerusalem's halls?
Who comes to Samaria from Ilia's walls ?
There is pride in his step-there is hate in his eye;
There is scorn on his lip, as he proudly walks by.
'Tis thy Priest, thou proud city, now slpendid and

fair;

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sunk, until the weary wheels of nature stood still from mere debility and not from mere disease. The peculiarly trying hot weather and rainy season of 1833, reduced him to such extreme weakness, that in September last he experienced a stroke of appoplexy, and, for some time after, his death was expected daily. It pleased God, however, to revive him for a little. During the last cold season, he could again take an evening and morning ride in his palanquin carriage, and spend much of the day reclining in an easy chair with a book in his hand, or conversing cheerfully with any friend that called. As however the hot weather advanced, he sunk daily into still greater debility than before: he could take no nourishment; he lay helpless and speechless on his bed, until his skin was worn off his body, and death was a merciful relief. His dearest friends could not but rejoice that his sufferings were ended, although they mourn his loss to themselves and to mankind.

The career which Dr. Carey has run, is worthy of most honorable notice. He was a man who stood prominently forward from the mass of the several generations of men

vate and his public character he deserves to be had in lasting remembrance. He was the son of a poor inan, and entered life with a very defective education, and assigned to a business no where in high estimation, and peculiarly despised in this country; he was a shoemaker. These disadvantages, however, could not repress the energy of his mind; and it soon appeared that Divine Providence had other work for him to do, than that to which he seemed at first to have been consigned. A thirst for knowledge he manifested, in various ways, from his childhood; and, just as he was coming to manhood, it pleased God to draw his heart to Himself, which happy change in his character, increased his pursuit of instruction. To understand the Word of God was the first object of his desire; and therefore he set himself to acquire a knowledge of the ancient languages in which it