On the Death of Miss. Elizabeth Mack Coy, of Lee, (N.H.) who was cruelly, murdered it is expected, towards the end of August, 1813 : and on the deaths of Capt. Dobson, Lieut. Johnson, sailing master Merril, prize Master Allen, and twenty five others, killed by a dreadful explosion on board a privateer called the Young Teazer : Fire having been conveyed to the Magazine it is expect- ed, by this Johnson, who it is likely would have been hanged, had he not killed himself. Written by J.PLUMMER, traveling preacher.

HYMN.

ALMIGHTY GOD what shocking crimes, Prevail in these disatrious times ! How little are thy precepts priz'd, How much thy gospel is despis'd ; How few are careful hell to shun, And in the narrow way to run : Alas how many from thee stray, To get in hell eternal pay.

How much poor widows are distress'd, How much the fatherless are oppress'd ; How many virgins are beguil'd, Deciev'd, ruin'd, and defil'd, In spite of whipping posts and jails, What awful cheating now prevails, While fools perhaps with pleasure stray, Nor think in hell to get their pay.

As in the way to hell men run, What horrid murder too are done, Upon this highly blessed shore, How has a girl roll'd in her gore, And been most awfully misus'd. Choaked, and pounded, and abus'd, And even kill'd to end the fray, And get in hell eternal pay.

Another fellow lacking grace, A villain mean, and scoundrel base, With sin and folly sadly fill'd, Himself and others too has kill'd ; Besides himself, full twenty eight Met with a quick and dreadful fate , How did the monster from thee stray, To get in hell eternal pay.

But still my dearest, let it please, Thy majesty to rule the seas, And well thy power to maintain, Do over earth and heaven reign. Let joy and happiness prevail, While those that love thee never fail : And those that from thee always stray Receive the wages thou wilt pay.

N.B. I am not certain that this Johnson is a murderer, but I think it highly probably that he is, and have written accordingly.

SERMON.

The first part of the last verse, in the sixth chap- ter of Romans, "FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH."

It is highly proper not to consider what sin is, but in some measure what wages are given to peo- ple who commit it, and what reward they may ex- pect, for their shameful labor, in order that every man and woman in the world, may have an ample chance to consider seriously, whether for such a reward, they are willing to be such vile and abomi- nable persons.

It may be proper therefore to consider that the offspring of Adam, while they voluntarily continue in an open and full course of sin, in this life are la- boring, although, few if any of them know it, as it were to exalt the devil, to ruin themselves for time and for eternity, and to dethrone the eternal Jeho- vah. For what but this, do they become envious persons, slanderers, liars, fornicators, adulterers, Sodomites, uncivil people, knaves hypocrites, de- ceivers, drunkards, thieves, murderers, What but these things, do they perform any, or all the work of the devil for ? What faithful and true preacher, has ever told them that their wages will be better, or their reward, one more to be desired ?

It may be proper in the next place to consider, impenitent sinners are entitled to an endless com- pensation : to continual want of peace, and the incessant curse of God in this life, although through the grace of the Highest, his curses are here blend- ed, with much mercy : and to endless tortures in coming worlds.

The souls of sinners as well as of saints, it is likely are the sensation of the human bodies, smelling and tasting excepted, existing in human shape, and as a spiritual substance, even as Moses and Alias, or Elijah existed when they appeared to our Saviour and others on a mountain. In these they will probably be so far from forgetting all they knew in this world, that they will remember many things, and especial- ly many of their sins more perfectly, than they did here. With this new qualification for misery to- gether with a full conviction that their misery will be eternal, they will probably be forced with un- speakable grief to hell, and be constantly receiving the pay of sin, till the solemn, the majestic resur- rection morning : and then come to animate their bodies newly raised from the dead, to go with their father the devil, to the midst of a lake of fire and brimstone.

In this abode of grief they will probably have no joys, and ten millions times ten millions, of millions, of troubles and woes. At such a place, in such dismal circumstances, what can such a vile, and abominable parcel of ignorant, ill bred, unpo- lite, and unmerciful fools expect. What ray of hope can they ever muster, even in the plentitude of their folly, that God is a liar, and that their wages of eternal death, will not constantly and punctually be paid to them, as long as he is able to reward them according to their deeds ?

Ah cautious reader should you like to be in hell with such a shameful pack, and suffer eternally with such a groupe of underwitted paltroons ? If you wish to be such a hideous monster, only continue in the service of Satan the remainder of your life, and die in your sins, and you will find your wages fully and constantly paid forever and ever, to you end- less grief and eternal confusion , but if you wish for the joys of heaven, deny yourself daily, and constantly take up your cross and follow christ remembering that the gift of God is eternal life, thro' that spotless, and transcendently and lovely Re- deemer.

A little only of the wages of sin is paid, I ex- pect to transgressors in this world, for saints tarry here a little time only, and servants of Satan are, I expect, very many of them killed by an angry God, or left to die, on account of their sins, much sooner than they would have died, had they been his faith- ful servants. His Almighty arm is exerted against sinners, and the wages that he pays them, may be partly seen by men. For instance, a young wo- man, towards the end of August, 1813, named Eliz- abeth Mackoy of Lee, (N.H.) having got with child, it is expected by sinning against her Maker, was so far forsaken of him, that he permitted, it is expected, a base murderer, or some vile murderers, barbarously and inhumanely to kill her. She was shockingly mangled, being threshed, it is expected, with a large stake taken from a fence, so violently, that the stake was broken into three pieces, and her immortal soul, chased at about the age of thirty, into an endless eternity.

Whether she was prepared for the joys of heaven

or not, I did not know at the time I was writing this : but if she was not, it is likely that she is now sorry, that she had not been a sow, or a she-bear, a she-adder, or a female rattle-snake, instead of a young woman. O daughters of America, take warning by her fate. Do not as she has done, lest you should provoke the Highest, to send you in the bloom of youth, to the regions of endless woe and everlasting despair : and ah sons of this favor- ed land, be ever careful not to commit fornication, or any other sin that provokes to anger, the wisest of the wise, and the loveliest of the lovely ; lest you should induce him to cast you off forever and ever.

A little before the death of Miss Mackoy, a man named Johnson, having been taken prisoner, and parolled by the port admiral of Halifax, it is expect- ed became a lieutenant without being exchanged, on board a New-York privateer, called the Young Teazer ; and being one day likely to be take again and carried to Halifax, and hung there, for a breach of his parole, went below with a pair of pistols, and contrived to set fire to the magazine. A dread- ful explosion ensued : and he and no less than 28 other persons, were either instantly killed or mor- tally wounded.

It is said that "no murderer hath eternal life a- biding in him." If this is true, is it not highly pro- bable that this Johnson is now in hell ? Where in the universe could a more proper place be found, for such an attrocious villain ? Surely if he died an enemy to God he will not fail or receiving his wages. The spirit which leads and guides into all truth, may enable us perhaps to form some idea of his present situation. O my soul, what a hide- ous ugly looking monster, doth he now appear to be among devils and condemned people ? What in- expressible grief, what unspeakable anguish, what intollerable despair, now appears triumphant on his silly, ugly and contracted brow. O what keen despair, what unutterable distress, what undesrcibable agonies, are now visible in his whole deport- ment. But hearken, ah yes : let us hearken, let us listen a moment, and hear what is is that he is say- ing, in that dreadful voice, with his head so bowed down with grief, that his nose is eighteen inches too near his knees. O my immortal soul, what an af- fecting oration has he began to utter. We can never, O never, never, hear him put a final period to his lamentations ; but is not what he is saying a little like the following, viz :

"O murders, shocking murders, murders, mur- ders. Alas, all the time of my probation on earth, I lived a poor ignorant benighted sinner, loving darkness rather than light, because my deeds were evil, I murdered my own soul and body, murdered twenty eight other persons, and crucified by my sins, the very Saviour who died for me, to put it in my power to escape the very woes I feel. O mur- der, horrid murders, murders, murders. Would to God I had sought him, while I might have found him and called on him while he was near. Would to God I had gone to Halifax, and been hung there, as such a villain ought to be hung. Would to God I had never been born ; or been born without eyes or ears or hands or feet, that I might not have been able to sin in such way, as I have transgressed in.-- Would to God Almighty, that I had been made a rat or a mouse, a musqueto or a maggot, instead of being made a man. Would to God Almighty that the Saviour had not died for me, and that I had been made at first as some bling guides wickedly teach that many are, for the very purpose being dam- ned, without ever having it in my power to escape such an awful fate."

His present discourse courteous reader, perhaps is a little like this, but I must stop for want of room. May the Almighty enable and constrain you and me, to abstain from all sin, that we may never have the wages of eternal death to receive.-- Amen.

N.B. Errors expected and excepted.

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