he "for I am one day nearer Heaven." After fome facetious fallies upon quack practitioners, he entered into ferious difcourfe with him, and the doctor left him with a degree of furprife. When anticipating his approaching diffolution, he would frequently adopt the confidential language of the pious Watts, "My God, my portion, and my love, My everlafting all; I've none but Thee in Heav'n above, and that other well-known verfe in the seventeenth Pfalm: "O glorious hour! O blefs'd abode ! He was also exceedingly fond of, and would frequently repeat, with a great degree of emphafis, the dying expreffis ons of Mr. Charles Wesley, I "In age and feebleness extreme, Who fhall an helpless worm redeem? Jefus, my only hope thou art, Not many days before his death, he faid, "Call in the family to prayer." And on being told that he was too weak, he replied, "I cannot go up stairs without it. After calling upon God fo many years, I know not how to leave it now. can offer up but a few broken petitions; but God looks at the heart, and if prayer is, what I always took it to be, the afpiration of the foul to God, I am praying all night long." A few days before he died he faid, "I begin to think I have the dropfy; but, thank God, it is not formidable to me." After having had a very bad night he faid, "I have no caufe to complain, many are in a much worfe condition than I am, and when I confider how many mercies I am furrounded with, I have every reason to be thankful; but," said he, "Death has feized my vitals, it has attacked the feat of life, and it cannot be long. I am going rapidly." On the Saturday night before his diffolution he appeared to be in a very thankful frame, and gave vent to the feelings of his mind in the following words: 25 "What have I done, or how behav'd, That I am thus belov'd and fav'd?" On the Lord's day he said, "When will my eternal fabbath begin?" On Monday in the evening he called the family to prayer, but was fo exceedingly weak and low, that they could fcarcely hear him. Being asked on Tuesday how he did, he answered, "I am the Lord's waiting fervant;" and to his fon, who was affifting him to walk across the room, he said, Behold the path that mortals tread, But I have done the work of my generation, and muft fhortly fall asleep. I am waiting for my difmiffion." On being told of fome confufion in the world, "Ah, well," said he, "Soon they may fight, and rage, and rave, Having with great difficulty reached his chamber, he said, "Hitherto the Lord hath helped me," and added, "O for a strong and lasting faith, To credit what th' Almighty faith." And A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall." On the day of his death, he said to his fon, who was just come to see him, "I flept a little the last night, and dreamed I was dying in ftate, having your mother and all of you around my bed-fide, and good old Jacob could defire no more." On another part of the day, he said, "I am very ill," and added, "Lord, cut fhort thy work. I hope I shall not get impatient." At one time he said, "I cannot preach now, I have preached to thoufands before now, and I trust with fome degree of usefulness, but with how many imperfections, the great head of the Church only knows. He can, and he will heal them. That text affords me comfort, They that turn many to righteousness shall shine as the stars for ever and ever. But after all, I am but an unprofitable fervant;" and again faid, "A guilty, weak, and helplefs worm, On thy kind arms I fall." In the afternoon, he said to an aged friend, "Well, we muft quickly pafs the night, "O how ill I am." A few hours before he died, he faid, but, my God, my life, my time, my all is in thy hands. On thee do I trust, in thee I can confide." About eight in the evening, a nephew coming into the chamber, he faid, are come to fee a dying uncle, and then added, "Jefus, my only hope thou art.” "You About two hours before he died, Mrs. Kinsman asked him how he did. He replied, with a sweet serenity, "Still in the body." But on his dying countenance was feen A fmile, the index of a foul ferene. Continuing fenfible, being almost gone, and scarcely able to articulate, he faid, in a broken manner, "Jefu, lover of my foul!" Then fmiled again, and without a figh, fell asleep in the arms of that compaffionate Jefus, whom he had ardently loved, and faithfully preached, for more than fifty years. He died Feb. 28th, 1793, in the 69th year of his age. On the day of his interment, the corpfe being brought into the meeting-house and placed before the pulpit, the Rev. Mr. Macall, refident at the Tabernacle, Plymouth, gave a folemn and affectionate exhortation to a most crowded audience. After which the funeral proceffion was conducted with great ferioufnefs and folemnity, and extended nearly from the bridge to the parish church-yard (a space of half a mile,) where he was interred near the late Mrs. Kinsman, in the very spot upon which she had received her first religi ous impreffions under the preaching of Mr. Whitefield. On the following Sabbath the Rev. Mr. Macall delivered a funeral difcourfe at Plymouth, from John v. 35. "He was a burning and a fhining light." On the enfuing Lord's day the Rev. Matthew Wilks of London, being folicited to vifit the difconfolate church, preached the funeral fermon in the meeting-house at Dock, from Daniel, xii. 3. “They that be wife fhall fhine as the brightnefs of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness, as the stars for ever and ever.” Though we fear that the pages allotted in this work to biographical defcription are exceeded, we hope our readers will excufe the trefpafs if we fubjoin a few of those characteristic beauties of this man of God, which so justly elevated him in the public esteem, and will embalm his memory, when his remains are mouldered into shapeless duft. He was a man of an agreeable appearance and a peculiarly melodious voice, of which he poffeffed the molt perfect command. He was favoured with an extreme fenfibility, which was indicated by the peculiar pathos of his public addrefs, and the tenderness of affection, which pervaded his private life. His memory was fingularly retentive, and the inexhaustible store of anecdotes with which he was furnished, together with their pertinent and pleafing introduction and improvement, rendered him a companion equally entertaining and inftructive. His natural difpofition was excellent and amiable. His patience under his accumulated sufferings was as inftructive as extraordinary; and whilst sympathizing friends were affected and diftreffed at the view of the agonies produced by his complicated diforders, he was grateful to his Almighty Father at the recollection of the numberless evils which he did not experience.* His zeal was equally ardent and disinterested, his conduct was exemplary, and the ftrict undeviating rectitude of his morals, attracted and enfured a general efteem. Nor did his most embittered perfecutors ever attempt to calumniate a character which they knew to be untainted. The evangelical purity of the doctrines which he taught, the elegant fimplicity of his manner, and the affecting tendernefs with which he addreffed all claffes of hearers, accompanied by the divine energy of the Holy Spirit, rendered him both a very popular and useful minifter. No man poffeffed a happier talent in noticing and improving general and particular occurrences. In his prayers there was a perpetual variety; but his talents were principally difplayed at his attendance on the facramental ordinance of the Lord's fupper. On these occafions he generally outfhone himself. Notwithstanding his popularity was fo great, he would frequently weep when about to enter the pulpit, oppreffed with a confciousness of his own inability, and with fears left he fhould be deferted. by his God. Whilft it was the particular study of his life not to lay any public burdens upon his people, he was ever forward to affift in the removal of private diftreffes, and to * During the long season of his asthmatic affliction, we are well assured that he took no less than an hundred weight of quickfilver, and for many successive years could not lie down in his bed. condole with and comfort the dejected and unfortunate. His bofom was indeed the habitation of the focial virtues. The peculiar care which he manifested in the education of his children did equal honour to his judgment and his heart. He was a worthy man, a steady friend, an affectionate hufband, a tender parent, a kind mafter, a fincere Christian, and an able and useful divine. His Monumental Inscription. THE REV. ANDREW KINSMAN, Zealous and ufeful labours Whofe ambassador he was, Which God honoured him to be the Founder of in this place. In the univerfal forrow for his lofs, As a memorial of his worth, An evident Display of abounding Grace in the Conversion and Consolation of Ann Anderson. TH HE fubject of this narration was long under the afflicting hand of God, being vifited with a flow confumption, in the last stages of which it pleafed him to work that change in her heart which was marvellous in the eyes of many. She was called to an acquaintance with divine things, in the furnace of affliction; for until within a few weeks of her death, fhe had never difcovered any ferious concern of |