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 Mr. WILSON′s fondness for the of, is well known; and we cannot better conclude our brief notice of this excellent man, than by selecting a few of which he shewed a peculiar predeliction.

soul, ′s bride,

The Lamb′s beloved spouse;

Strong consolation′s flowing tide,

Thy Husband thee allows.

In thee, though like thy father′s race,

By nature black as hell,

Yet now, so beautify′d by grace,

Thy Husband loves to dwell.

Fair as the moon thy robes appear,

While graces are in dress,

Clear as the sun, while found to wear

Thy Husband′s righteousness.