one had gained his crown, the other was soon to receive it.

From Baltimore, Mr. Lee returned to his station in Annapolis, in May, and recommenced his labours with zeal and "assiduity. While not engaged in his public labours, he took a peculiar pleasure in visiting his friends in the city and its vicinity. The residences of Mr. H. Duvall, Mr. G. Wills, and E. Williams, situated some distance from town, were favourite retreats; places to which he could at all times go as a friend, and where he was sure to meet with a hearty welcome.

About the middle of July, he made another, and his last visit to Baltimore, and put up at the house of his particular friend, Zachary Myles. Here he adjusted some temporal business, and returned to his station, where he continued, until he went to return

no more.

Hearing that a camp-meeting was to be held near Hillsborough, on the eastern shore of Maryland, he resolved to attend it. It commenced on the 21st of August. We do not know the precise day in which he set out to the camp-meeting; his journal is brought down to the 15th of August; on the evening of which he preached in Annapolis, to a large congregation, on 1 Cor. xv. 33. Be not deceived; evil communications corrupt good manners. It was a solemn meeting; and judging from every circumstance, we are inclined to believe that he spent the Sabbath also in Annapolis. Be this as it may, he attended the camp-meeting; where, on Thursday 22d, he preached a profitable sermon, on 1 Pet. ii. 5. Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, &c.

Saturday, 24th. At 3 o'clock he preached on 2 Pet, iii. 18. But grow in grace. This was a favourite text with him, and it was his last; the discourse which he delivered from it, ending his public labours. A large, attentive, serious, and much affected congregation will not soon forget the sermon, and the feelings on that memorable occasion. The same evening he was taken with a chill that was succeeded by a fever, which continued to the close of his life.

On Saturday the 25th, he was removed to Hillsborough, to the house of brother Sellers, where every attention, by physicians and friends, was given; but neither medical skill, nor the soothing hand of friendship could arrest the progress of his disease.

Through the first part of his illness, his mind was much weighed down, so that he spoke but little. These were, no doubt, the last struggles with the grand adversary, and the sequel will show the triumphant manner in which he was put to flight; for, on Tuesday night, September the 10th, he broke out in ecstacies of joy; also, on Wednesday, 11th, about 9 o'clock A. M. his soul was so overwhelmed with the love of God, that he was constrained to cry out glory! glory! glory hallelujah! Jesus reigns. On the evening of the same day he spoke nearly twenty minutes deliberately, and distinctly; among other things, he directed one* present, who affectionately attended him in his illness, to write to his brother, and inform him that he died happy in the Lord; and was fully satisfied with brother Sellers' conduct towards him. "Give my respects to bishop M'Kendree, (said he)

*The Rev. Henry Boehm, to whom we are indebted for the particulars of his death.

and tell him that I die in love with all the preachers; that I love him, and that he lives in my heart." Then he took leave of all present, six or seven in number, and requested them to pray. After this he spoke but little; his work was done, and he was in waiting for the summons of his Master.

Thursday, the 12th. In the early part of the day he lost his speech, but appeared still to retain his reason. Thus he continued to linger till the same evening about half past 7 o'clock, when, without a sigh or groan he expired, with his eyes seemingly fixed on his great recompense of reward. Such was the end of this faithful servant of Christ.

"O! death, where is

thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"

Thus ended the labours and sufferings of this man of God, aged fifty-eight years and six months; and though he left no disconsolate widow, or fatherless orphan, to shed the tear of sorrow upon his bier, or strew his grave with flowers, yet he lives in the affections of thousands who knew him, and who were endeared to him by the strong ties of Christian love and brotherly affection.

A SKETCH OF HIS CHARACTER.

ACCORDING to the usual custom, we shall endeavour to present the leading features of Mr. Lee's character. But we must premonish the reader not to expect from us an elaborate display of virtues which did not exist, a record of deeds which were never performed, nor of mental and spiritual excellences to which he never attained. It is easy to sketch a character by seizing on some prominent feature, and, aided by an excursive imagination, fill up the outline according to our own ideas of greatness, of goodness, and of perfection; but to represent a man as he in reality was, to exhibit those lights and shades which actually existed, and to draw every line with the pencil of truth, so as to leave no artificial colouring, either to gratify an enemy, or to please a partial friend; this requires an intimacy of acquaintance, and a power of nice discrimination, as well as an impartial regard to truth, to which we can hardly dare to lay claim. Reminding ourselves of our own liability to err, and claiming the same indulgence which we wish to extend to others, we will attempt a sketch of the character of our departed brother, JESSE LEE.

1. His experience of the grace of God. This was evidently deep and genuine. At the time he first made a profession of experimental religion, the number of experienced Christians was small, and they were often made the subject of obloquy and reproach; but in the midst of these temptations to continue a