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enough on that arm, and be enabled truly to say,
Thy will be done, in and by us, that so we may
land safe at last, and then the lengthening of our
time in this troublesome world need not be de-
sired.

“JT have hardly ever felt a greater flow of
that love which is universal, than at this time;
a large portion of which flows to you.”

We resume David Cooper’s Journal.

“In the beginning of the year 1776, I felt
a strong draft of mind to visit the families of
Friends at Stony Brook Meeting, where my
mother’s relations lived; but being a private
Friend, and never appointed to that service, it
occasioned great reasoning, especially as I had
no prospect of company from home; but it con-
tinued with such strength that I mentioned it
to the Monthly Meeting, in thé First month,
where (which I hardly expected) a minute
was freely given me for the purpose. But after
this, the old discourager so filled my mind
with reasonings and fears, that at times I re-
solved to give out, lest I should bring a dishonor
on Truth. But my gracious Master, who knew
my integrity, provided meacompanion. A few
days before I was to set off, being in company
with John Reeve, I mentioned to him my exer-
cise. He signified that he had often of late
thought of that meeting, and was free to join
me. He obtained a minute for the service, and
we proceeded to the Monthly Meeting of Ches-
terfield, and performed the anticipated service
much to our satisfaction, being signally owned
by the great Shepherd of Israel, in a manner I
have never been more sensible of; leaving me
no doubt that this concern arose in Divine
counsel. We attended Burlington Monthly
Meeting and came home. This instance may
shew the beauty and order of moving in Divine
appointment. The service lay on John Reeve :
by attending to the movings of Truth in my own
mind I was the means of having it accom-
plished.”

Attending to his religious and his domestic
duties whilst the confused noises of war were
heard around, he experienced in the 5th mo.,
1777, a remarkable escape from death by drown-
ing, having got beyond his depth after washing
sheep in Mantua Creek. After he had twice
sunk and thought himself beyond rescue, Peter
Crim sprang in and saved him. He records the
circumstance ‘‘ to commemorate the dealings of
a kind Providence with us poor dependant
creatures, in order to excite thankfulness for his
unmerited mercies.” ‘ It occasioned,” he says,
“reverent prostration of soul before Him who
gave me an existence here, and thus signally
continued it.”

(Correction.—In No. 7 of these Notices,
page 564, line 11, for “the future husband of

D. C.’s daughter Ann,” read: “ Father of the
future husband, &c.] — ,

 

WAR AND CHRISTIANITY.
BY W. ROWNTREE.
(Continued from page 567.)
No one doubts the genuine piety of Sir Henry
Havelock, but is this to be adduced as a justifi-
cation of all that he did? Amongst other war-
like engagements in India, was that of the war
in Affghanistan. Whatever opinion may be en-
tertained of other wars in India, there is scarce-
ly any difference of opinion as regards the in-
justice of that war; for, as was declared by Sir
Alexander Burnes, our envoy at the court of the
reigning sovereign, “‘ Dost Mahommed, at the
very moment the expedition was planned, was
displaying the most earnest anxiety to enter into
the closest friendship and alliance with us ;”” and
so unpopular was the war in India, that it is de-
clared that the English residents were shocked
and scandalised at it; and that the “ press”
seized upon the Governor-General’s proclamation
and tore it to pieces. ae
Havelock sent over an account of this war,
which was published in a Manchester journal, .
and on which the editor remarks, that “ the
horrors of war have seldom been more vividly
described.” Havelock says, “ Captain Thomp-
son, with the officers and men, crept down to
the works, furnished with 900 pounds of powder,
to blow into the air the strong barricade behind
which the garrison felt secure ;” he decribes
how the powder exploded, and shivered the
massive barricade in pieces,—how the stormers
rushed in and poured a deadly discharge at half
pistol shot amongst the defenders,—how Captain
Kershaw passed his drawn sabre through the
body of an Affghan, and how Brigadier Sale
then cleft his scull from the crown to the eye-
brows ; and how, amid the flight of fugitives,
and the cries of the shrieking women of the
harem, the colors of the 13th light infantry, and
of the 19th regiment, were seen waving and
flapping in the strong breeze on the Affghans’
last stronghold. And, after this success was
achieved, Havelock goes on to say, “‘ The scene
now excited feelings of horror, mingled with
compassion, as one by one the Affghans sunk
under repeated wounds upon the ground, which
was strewed with bleeding, mangled, convulsed,
and heaving carcasses. Here were ghastly
figures stiffly stretched in calm but grim repose,
—here the last breath was yielded up through
clenched teeth, in attitudes of despair and de-
fiance, with hard struggles and muttered excla-
mations, and then a faint ‘Ue Ullah!’ (0 God!)
addressed half in devotion to God, half in the
way of entreaty to man, alone testified that the
mangled sufferer yet lived. Theclothes of some
of the dead and dying near the entrance had
caught fire, and, in addition to the agony of their
wounds, some were enduring the torture of bein
burnt by the slow fire of their thickly. wade
vests, and singed and hardened coats of shec