rmitted to repose on that
"Anchor to the soul which is sure and steadfast," and to cast all his
care upon our compassionate and ever present Redeemer.

He died at Nantwich, at the house of Croudson Tunstall, whose own death
took place little more than a month afterwards.

WILLIAM NEWSOM, _Limerick_. 62 6mo. 18 1850

In affixing a few lines to this name, the desire is simply to arrest the
attention of any reader, who may be too closely engaged in temporal
things; giving their strength to that which cannot profit, and not
sufficiently pondering the passing nature of all terrestrial things.

William Newsom had been extensively engaged in commerce through great
part of his life, and there was reason to fear he was unduly absorbed by
its cares and allurements: for the last year or more, he appeared to be
becoming more sensible that disappointment was stamped upon his pursuits;
his bodily health heretofore unbroken, began also to decline, and it was
comfortingly believed by his friends, that this and other revolving
circumstances, were tending to turn the energies of his mind from
perishable, to imperishable objects. A few months before his decease, it
became still more evident, that the hand of his heavenly Father was laid
upon him in mercy; and on one occasion, he remarked, "that he saw nothing
in the world worth living for, it abounded in trouble and disappointment,
all outward things were stained in his eyes, there was nothing but
religion that could be of any avail for any of us; and it mattered not
when we were taken--young, old, or middle aged--if we were but ready,
that was the great point!" His experience, however, during the last few
days of his life shewed, that although the ground might have been
prepared, the work was by no means effected; deep and sore conflict was
then his portion, and oh! with what fervency did he call upon his
Saviour, beseeching him in his mercy to be pleased to look down upon his
poor unworthy creature, for he alone could help in that awful hour. Once
he exclaimed, "what could all the world do for me now?" His wife, under
great exercise of spirit, replied, "Nothing! the best, when laid upon
such a bed as thou art, have nothing to look to or depend upon, but the
mercy of the Saviour;" the poor sufferer earnestly pleaded that that
mercy might be extended to him, remarking, "He has all power in heaven
and in earth." He then fervently prayed that the Lord would save his
never dying sou