dered out; but they appeared indisposed to act, and serious consequences began to be apprehended. At this moment of alarm, Mr. Jay and Colonel Hamilton, among others, volunteered to be peacemakers, and, while near the prison, they were violently assailed with stones, one of which struck Mr. Jay, inflicting a dangerous wound in his forehead, which confined him to his bed a long time. At this period was published the celebrated Federalist by Mr. Madison and Alexander Hamilton. Mr. Jay had written the second, third, fourth, and fifth numbers, when he was obliged, by the above accident, to discontinue writing any more for some time. He, however, afterward wrote the sixty-fourth number upon the treaty-making powers, a subject with which he was most intimately acquainted.

Mr. Jay was appointed envoy extraordinary to Great Britain in 1794, and signed the treaty which has since borne his name. Upon his return from that important mission, he found himself elected governor of the state of New-York, which office he filled with distinguished ability until the year 1801, when he declined a reëlection. He had also been honored with the post of chief justice in the Supreme Court of the United States, which he did not accept, and, no longer a candidate for public life, he retired to his farm, at Bedford, Westchester County. Here, secluded from the world and its strifes, he passed in religious quiet and retirement the remainder of his days.

Few statesmen had less reason to dislike public life, or left it with more satisfaction, than Mr. Jay. For twenty-seven years he had been engaged in the service of his country, and had discharged, with eminent fidelity, many of its highest responsibilities. He sought not glory from men, but served his beloved land from a sense of duty. Like Washington, he was a perfect example of political conscien

tiousness.

The health of Mr. Jay becoming more feeble, in the year 1827 he resigned the presidency of the Bible Society. At a former period he had intimated a desire to surrender his office for the same reason, but was requested to remain, if he could only be able to address the members by an annual written communication; but his growing infirmities forbade even the discharge of this pleasant duty. He had also

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In 1827 Mr. Jay was seized with severe and dangerous illness. Asked by on of his children to tell on what foundation he now rested his hopes, and from what source he drew his consolations: "They have the Book," was his concise and expressive reply. For many months before his death he was scarcely able to leave his room, where occasionally he had the Lord's supper administered to him. On the evening of May 14, 1829, he was seized with palsy, and expired on the 17th, in the eighty-fourth year of his age. His funeral was without ostentation, agreeably to his will:

"I would have my funeral decent, but not ostentatious. No scarfs-no rings. Instead thereof, I give $200 to any poor deserving widow or orphan of this town, whom my children may select."

The intelligence of his death called forth willing attestations of his worth from the public journals, the courts, and all parties. Congress ordered his bust, as the first chief justice of the United States, to be placed in the chamber of the Supreme Court-room, where it now stands. The whole life of Mr. Jay exhibited the rare picture of the Christian, patriot, and statesman united, and justified the universal respect which was always accorded him.

burg, those incomparable words, in which the mutual relation between the two men is so clearly reflected: "The all-merciful God approves himself still more merciful by making his word so powerful and effective in your highness's (Euer kurfürstlichen Gnaden) lands. For in your dominions, it is true, there are more excellent preachers and clergymen, and a greater number of them who teach purely and faithfully, and assist in keeping the blessed peace, than in any other country in the world. God our Lord, who has appointed your highness father and helper over this country, feedeth all through your office and service. Let your highness be comforted. Christ is come, and will confess you before his Father, as you have confessed him before this wicked race. I am grieved that Satan should afflict and trouble your heart; he is a sorry bitter spirit, and cannot bear that the heart of man should rejoice or be at peace, particularly in the Lord; how much less can he bear that your highness should be of good courage, since he well knoweth of how much importance your heart is to us all; and not only to us, but to all the world; nay, I might almost say to heaven itself. Therefore we are all bound to assist your highness with prayer, consolations, with love, and in whatever way we can. the young people will do this, who cry and call, with their innocent tongues, so affectingly to heaven, and faithfully recommend your highness to the allmerciful God."

O!

LUTHER ON A SICK-BED, IN 1537, IS VISITED AND COM

FORTED BY THE ELECTOR, JOHN FREDERICK.

"BECAUSE I Sometimes wear a gay and jovial air, many conclude that my path is on roses; but God knows how far my heart is from any such feeling. Often have I resolved, for the world's sake, to assume a more austere and holier demeanor, (I do not explain myself well,) but God has not favored my resolve."

"In the afternoon of the same day," say Drs. John Bugenhagen and Jonas, "he fell down senseless, turned quite cold, and gave no sign of life. When recalled to himself by unceasing care, he began to pray with great fervor :-Thou knowest, my God!' he said, 'how cheerfully I would have poured out my blood for thy word, but thou hast willed it otherwise. Thy will be done! No doubt I was unworthy

of it. Death would be my happiness; yet, O my God! if it be thy will, gladly would I still live to spread thy holy word, and comfort such of thy people as wax faint. Nevertheless, if my hour be come, thy will be done! In thy hands are life and death. O my Lord Jesus Christ, I thank thee for thy grace in suffering me to know thy holy name. Thou knowest that I believe in thee, in the Father, and in the Holy Ghost; thou art my divine Mediator and Saviour.

'As yet,'

Thou knowest, O my Lord, that Satan has laid numerous snares for me, to slay my body by tyrants and my soul by his fiery arrows, his infernal temptations. Up to this time, thou hast marvelously protected me against all his fury. Protect me still, O my steadfast Lord, if it be thy will.' He spoke of the sects that will arise to pervert God's word, and will not spare, he said, the flock which the Lord has redeemed with his blood. He wept as he spoke of these things. he said, 'God has suffered me to join you in the struggle against these spirits of disorder, and I would gladly continue so to do; alone, you will be too weak against them all. However, the thought of Jesus Christ reassures me; for he is stronger than Satan and all his arms-he is the Lord of Satan.' Some short time after, when the vital heat had been a little revived by frictions and the application of hot pillows, he asked his wife, 'Where is my little heart, my well-beloved little John?" When the child was brought, he smiled at his father, who began saying, with tears in his eyes, 'Poor dear little one, I commend you to God, you and your good mother, my dear Catherine. You are penniless, but God will take care of you.

He is the father of orphans and widows. Preserve them, O my God; inform them, even as thou hast preserved and informed me up to this day.' He then spoke to his wife about some silver goblets. 'Thou knowest,' he added, 'they are all we have left.' He fell into a deep sleep, which recruited his strength; and on the next day he was considerably better. He then said to Dr. Jonas, 'Never shall I forget yesterday. The Lord takes man into hell, and draws him out of it. The tempest which beat yesterday morning on my soul, was much more terrible than that which my body underwent toward evening. God kills, and brings to life He is the master of life and death.""

In our picture Melancthon sits in the foreground full of anxiety and deep sorrow; indeed, he frequently could not restrain his tears at sight of his suffering friend behind him, at the right hand of the sick man, stands Frederick Mykonius; George Spalatin bends, in anxious thought, over the pillow of the sufferer; the physician holds the medicine in his hand; Hans von Dolzig stands behind the elector.

LUTHER SITS FOR HIS PORTRAIT TO LUCAS KRANACH.

As we owe it almost wholly to the industrious and artistic hand of Lucas Kranach that Luther's portrait, with its bold, strongly marked features, has been

preserved to us, it is but a just proof of gratitude that our biographer-artist refers in this picture to the indefatigable activity. of Kranach. Master Lucas is here seen sketching the portrait of his friendwhich he afterward copied many times. Melancthon examines the features to judge of the resemblance; few had looked so often and so deeply into the innermost soul of the hero as he, nor observed him in such varied conditions of mind; he was therefore sent for expressly to give an opinion on the portrait of his friend. Another friend, Spalatin, seeks to amuse Luther during the sitting by reading to him.

Luther loved the arts, and Kranach and