Dr. LEECHMAN, late Principal of the College of Glasgow, at the close of life, this addressed a young man, whose education he had partly superintended: “You see the situation I am in. I have not many days to live: I am glad you have had an opportunity of witnessing the tranquillity of my last moments. But it is not tranquillity and composure alone; it is joy and triumph; it is complete exultation.” His features kindled, his voice rose as he spake. “And whence,” says he, “does this exultation spring?—From _that book_, (pointing to a Bible that lay on the table)—from _that book_, too much neglected indeed, but which contains invaluable treasures! treasures of joy and rejoicing! for it makes us certain that ‘this mortal shall put on immortality.’” Let us now take a stronger contrast; namely, of the horrors of despair in an unbeliever, and the triumphant confidence of one who had fled to Christ for salvation, and whose hopes were founded thereon. Many instances of awful deaths of Infidels and Deists are well known;—those of Voltaire, Newport, and many others, are so fully before the public, it is unnecessary to cite them here; but the reader probably has not met with the following account. It occurred a few years since in London, and the truth of it is well known. Mr. B. was a man of considerable abilities, his manners were gentlemanly, and being lively and gay, as well as good tempered, his company was much sought after: with these advantages it is not surprising that he was what the world usually calls a happy man; but we must add, that he was in the fullest sense of the word, an Infidel. His greatest pleasure was to laugh at religion and to burlesque the Bible.