Memoirs of the Life and Labours of the Rev. Samuel Marsden, of Paramatta, Senior Chaplain of New South Wales; and of His Early Connexion with the Missions to New Zealand and TahitiMarsden, Samuel
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Memoirs of the Life and Labours of the Rev. Samuel Marsden, of Paramatta, Senior Chaplain of New South Wales; and of His Early Connexion with the Missions to New Zealand and Tahiti
Marsden, Samuel
Marsden, Samuel, 1765-1838; Missions -- French Polynesia -- Tahiti (Island); Missions -- New Zealand; Māori (New Zealand people)
Yet all this tranquillity was consistent with that natural fear of death
which for the wisest purposes God has implanted in man, and which Adam
must have known in paradise, or else the Divine prohibition and the
threatened penalty, "in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt
surely die," could have had no force and appealed to no motive. "In the
month of September, after his last voyage, he called at the house of his
friend, the Rev. Mr. Cartwright, with a young lady from New Zealand, to
introduce her to Mrs. Cartwright. The door was opened by his aged and
now deeply afflicted friend and brother in the ministry, for Mrs.
Cartwright had expired in the night, after a few hours' illness. Mr.
Marsden, with his usual cheerfulness of manner, said, 'Well! I have
brought Miss W. to introduce her to Mrs. Cartwright.' 'Stop! stop, my
friend,' responded the mourner, in a solemn manner, 'don't you know that
Mrs. Cartwright is dead?' 'Dead? dead?' replied Mr. Marsden. 'Oh no; oh
no. You must be in joke; it is too serious a matter to make a joke of,
Mr. Cartwright.' 'Indeed,' responded Mr. Cartwright, 'it is too true.
Come, and I will convince you,' and then led him to the room where the
remains of his departed wife lay. Mr. Marsden approached the body,
saying, 'Oh! she is not dead; no, no, she is not dead;' (the bright
complexion remaining unchanged), 'she is not dead;' and then, passing
his hand over the face, the cold chill of death dissipated the delusion.
'Yes, she is dead, she is dead,' and leaving the room, he hurried away
to give vent to his feelings."
As he contemplated his own near approach to the eternal state, a few
chosen passages of Scripture fell often from his lips; and it was
remarked they were almost the only repetitions he made use of; for his
mind was richly stored with Scripture, which he seemed to bring forth
with endless variety, and often in the happiest combination; but now he
often repeated the words of Job, "He cometh forth like a flower, and is
cut down; he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not," chap. xiv. 2.
And those of Zechariah, "Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets,
do they live for ever?" chap. i. 5.
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