The Life And Ministry Of Samuel Cozens

Earthen Vessel 1887

Samuel Cozens, Pastor Of Zoar Chapel, Ipswich

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith” (2 Tim. 4:7).

With feelings of solemn regret we record the almost sudden death from apoplexy of our dear brother, Mr. Samuel Cozens, pastor of Zoar Chapel, David-street, Ipswich. which occurred on Friday, July 1st, 1887, aged 66 years.

Although our brother, Mr. Cozens, had not quite reached the allotted period assigned to man, he had been a great sufferer for some years from several internal complaints, which had almost incapacitated him for many months past from fulfilling the duties of his pastoral office. At last the dear Lord gently brought him down into the valley of death while in harness without prolonged suffering. His soul had lived a good while in bright anticipation of heaven, as many of his latest utterances indicated. Thus of him it might justly be said, as was said of Enoch, he “walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.”

Our first acquaintance with Mr. Cozens is still fresh in our memory. Although we had heard of his fame as a preacher, Biblical student and polemical writer from our earliest Christian career, we never saw him in person until he appeared on the platform at Exeter-hall on October 9th, 1865, prior to taking leave of his friends in England for Australia. A noble galaxy of the servants of God was present-notably, James Wells, C. W. Banks, T. Jones, and others. Mr. Cozens had immediately, previous to the meeting, received a letter from a Jesuit threatening to shoot him if he dared to appear in public that evening, as he (Mr. Cozens) had greatly incensed him by writing against the abominable “Maynooth Grant.” When Mr. Cozens rose to speak before an immense audience, we remember how he threw open his coat, and pointing to his breast, challenged the Jesuit to shoot if he were present; but no shots of that kind were fired that evening. A final farewell meeting was held on Nov. 6th, 1865, in the New Surrey Tabernacle, and a grand meeting it was. Our brother was then in the prime and vigunr of manhood, possessed of fine intellectual powers, with a clear insight into the religious, political, and commercial affairs of the times. He was more than a match for any one of his greatest foes, and what we said in our life of the immortal Toplady, we can truthfully say of the late Mr. Cozens. “He was, in fine, a strenuous champion of Calvinistic theology—one of the Martin Luther type. Having inflexible enemies to withstand, he strove with them roughly. His nerves were like steel, his bow like iron; and the force of his pen was more powerful than the club of Hercules.”

Mr. Cozens, when in full health, was robust, proportionably built, with an open countenance, flowing beard (almost black when a young man), and had fine sparkling eyes. His voice was always clear and strong, and his appearance and deportment thoroughly characteristic of an English gentleman.

We knew Mr. Cozens best of all as an author. From his earliest days he showed a strong predilection for literature. His works, though not heavy, are numerous, although but few of them have reached a second edition. We well remember with what avidity and delight in years past we devoured most of the productions of his facile pen. The following works by our author will prove his ability as a writer: “A Treatise on a Divine Call to the Ministry, etc., 1847,” “Teacher’s Thought Book,” “Typography,” “The Biblical Interpreter,” “Hebrew Lexicon,” “The Adjuster Adjusted,” “A Christmas Box,” “A Tribute to the Memory of Prince Albert,” “Seven Baptisms,” “The Lost Found, or a Rebel Saved,” “Attempted Assassination of H.R.H. Prince Alfred,” etc. Mr. Cozens also published a large number of sermons. One of the most powerful of them is the one entitled “The Effects of the Cross.” Among the earliest of his published sermons extant are the two preached at Farnborough, Kent, in 1846. We believe that several of Mr. Cozen’s most important works may now be had of his widow, who resides with her son-in-law, Mr. G. Banks, Baptist minister, Little London, Willenhall, Staffs. Friends who purchase any of them will confer a great benefit upon the widow. Fragments of the life of the late Mr. Cozens appeared in the “Gospel Standard” for 1844, 1855, and 1857; also in ”The Lost Found, or a Rebel Saved,” and in “The Christmas Box.”

Although a very powerful exponent of divine truth, both in the pulpit and on the platform, Mr. Cozens never arose to great eminence as a long-standing pastor, not that he was ever wanting in freshness of subject-matter, or ability to set it forth, as he often soared far beyond the reach of the majority of his hearers; but his mind, especially at one time, seemed to have been incapable of settling down long in one place. Doubtless had he been like Mr. J. Wells, and Mr. J. Foreman, who spent the greater part of their lives in one place and over one Church, instead of removing to several places, his great gifts would have been more concentrated and effective.

Mr. Cozens was born at Wilton, Wilts, three miles from Salisbury, on Nov. 8th, 1820, and was called by divine grace about the year 1838. He was baptized by Mr. Hart at Lessness Heath Chapel, Kent, on Jan. 1st., 1843, and afterwards became pastor respectively of the Churches at Farnborough (1846), Wolverhampton (1849), Willenhall (1850, again 1875-1878), Somers Town (1856), Warboys (1858), Shadwell (1859-1865), Sutton, Isle of Ely (1878-1881), and (Zoar) Ipswich (1881-1887). He was well known to many of the Churches in London and Australia (1866-1875); also at Gravesend, Liverpool, Manchester, Birmingham, Bilston, Broseley, Shrewsbury, Coventry, Derby, Irthlingborough, Cottenham, Mendlesham, Stonham, Crowfield, Langport, Yeovil, Sherborne, Blandford, Southampton, Brighton, Hastings, Waltham Abbey, Plymouth, Bacup, Slaithwaite, Leicester, Lutterworth, Leighton, Newick, Compton, Brentford, Broughton, and many other places in this country. Brother Cozens’ work is now done, and his spirit is with God. Our fervent desire is daily—

“Send help, O Lord, we pray, and Thine own Gospel bless; 

For godly men decay, and faithful pastors cease.

The righteous are removed home, 

O send more labourers in their room.” Amen.

W. Winters, Editor

Churchyard, Waltham Abbey, Ezzex

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The Last Hours Of Mr. S. Cozens

My Dear Brother Winters,—It fell to my lot to preach the sermons for the Sunday School anniversary at Zoar, on June 26th. As I was staying in Ipswich for a few days, and as our good brother, Mr. Samuel Cozens, had for some time past been very poorly (he was suffering from a combination of complaints, viz., hernia, asthma, and an affection of the kidneys, which caused him more suffering than many imagined), he begged of me to take the Wednesday evening service, to which I assented. He manifested quite a pleasure in that he was free, as he said, “I want to get all the strength I can for next Lord’s-day.” On the Tuesday morning he told me that the subject he intended to take in the morning would be “No divorce in heaven’s court;” text, “He hateth to put away,” “which,” said he, “will be a kind of supplement to your Sunday morning’s ‘Day of small things.'” He said he should go for a walk and think it out—a frequent custom of his.

He seemed quite conscious that his work was well-nigh ended, and told me again and again, within four days of his death, that his work was done. It being a children’s service on Sunday afternoon, he was with me on the platform. While the children were singing, with tears running down his cheeks, he said, “I feel anxious about this cause; I am anxious, as I feel the barriers are breaking down.” Notwithstanding his suffering he much enjoyed the service, and said, “I should like to hear them sing for ever.”

On Monday I and my dear wife dined with him and Mrs. C. He was happy. He manifested great love to the word of God. But he said, “My work is done; my preaching is done.” At the prayer meeting in the evening he read, and made some pithy and spiritual remarks, from Ps. 16, which was the last portion of the Word he read in public.

On Tuesday afternoon he took a walk to see Mr. N. Howe, one of his deacons, whose prayers he loved. Just before we got there, he said, “I am very weak; my work is done.” On our way he related an incident which much impressed me, and which tended to shew how firm he was in the grace of God. He said he once went to see a friend who was in dying circumstances, and who for years had been a godly man. His friend said, ”Samuel, you have come to see me die. I am dying, and going to hell!” Mr. C. replied, “I don’t believe it. If it’s the last word you ever speak I will not believe it.” “Why?” said the dying man. “Why? Because Christ has been precious to your soul.” This remark was felt by the dying man. He lifted up his arms, and with emotion said, “He is precious!” On his way home, I am told, Mr. C. called to see our beloved brother, Mr. G. G. Whorlow, with whom he was on intimate terms.

On Wednesday I did not see him till service time in the chapel. My text that evening was 1 John 2:25, “And this is the promise that He hath promised us, even eternal life,” little thinking that anyone then present would so soon enter into its full realisation. Mr. C. gave out the hymns.

Within about five minutes after giving out the last hymn, he was seized with what proved to be apoplexy. It came on somewhat gradual at first, for although he could not speak when I bathed his head with cold water, he opened his hands as if to have them bathed as well, and several times grasped my hand, but pushed from him a glass which a kind friend held to his lips. His eyes also indicated consciousness; but in a little time it was evident that was leaving him; he began to vomit, and consciousness was gone to return no more. After procuring a cab and conveying him to his residence, I remained with him all night, and a good part of the next day. It was apparent to me at the first that the stroke was fatal, and that death, though somewhat slowly, yet surely was doing its grim work; and so it proved, for on Friday morning at seven o’clock the spirit took its flight, and left the clay to return for a time from whence it was originally taken.

May the great Head of the Church appear for the friends at Zoar, and give to them an earnest, godly, truthful minister, and bless them with peace and prosperity, is the sincerest desire of

Yours in hope of eternal life,

Josiah Morling

Over, St. Ives

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Mr. S. Cozens’ Conversion To God

Mr. Cozens was born at Wilton, Wilts, three miles from Salisbury, on November 8th, 1820. In his autobiography he says: At the age of four-teen I was much given to gambling. In due course I was apprenticed to a linendraper for the term of seven years; but my employer, before I had been with him a year, finding my conduct getting so bad, thought it expedient to send for my father. He came, and it was agreed that my indentures should be cancelled, and I returned home. While in this situation I added dissipation and drunkenness to gambling, and used to spend the greater part of the Lord’s-day at the inn, which I could not do at home, being under the immediate eye of my parents. I believe I was my mother’s favourite child, though I was the worst of the ten, and this partiality, I have no doubt, was owing to my being so much afflicted when young. I had the small-pox twice. A few days after my return from a village fair I was taken very ill, and thought I was going to die. O, how I trembled at the thought of death! I mumbled over a few prayers which I had been taught when a child, thinking they would mitigate the agony of my soul; nothing, however, but despair remained within me.

A change of air being recommended me, I went to my uncle’s, a surgeon in Dorsetshire, and there I soon recovered to my former health; but the old fear of death still continued to harass me, and while it lasted I was the greatest pharisee in the parish. After a while I removed to London, where (with a cousin of mine) I went to Mr. S.’s Chapel, P——, and became exceedingly distressed under that man’s ministry. I continued to attend this Chapel regularly for about six months, and all who went there seemed happy but myself. O what a poor wretch in feeling I was at that time!

“My tears were my meat day and night.”

I went on crying, groaning, and fearing, and sometimes reading the word of God, but could not get any comfort, having no spiritual understanding either of God or of His truth.

This state of things lasted for about six months, when a brother of mine came to town, and I went with him to his lodgings near the Strand. This being a distance from the Chapel, and being easily led from the path of rectitude, I soon gave up going to Chapel, and loose periodicals and newspapers became my Sunday pastime. After some time I obtained a situation at Salisbury. Here I broke out again, and only kept the situation two months. One night I remained at the inn in the neighbourhood rather late. When I went to bed I was led to reflect where I had been, and who I had been with, and I thought I must give up my present associates. I fell down at the foot of the bed, and begged of the Lord that He would remove me from my wicked companions; and, strange as it appeared to me, the next post brought me a letter to go to a situation at P—— immediately. I went to the situation, where two of my fellow-workmen were Unitarians, and the rest a most desperate set. I went to the Unitarian Chapel a few times, and the doctrines I heard there seemed just such as I wanted; for I found they did not believe in everlasting punishment of the wicked, but that we should be punished according to the magnitude of our sins. I again plunged into sin, and went on at a most diabolical rate. But you are ready to say: “What became of your fears all this time? Had they all passed away?” O no! my fears increased as my vile propensities increased, though I used all sorts of means to stifle them.

I obtained another situation at T——, and one Lord’s-day morning I awoke about four o’clock. I feel satisfied in my own mind that God specially awaked me, for I was a very heavy sleeper. Being fond of reading I took up ”Dwight’s Theology,” which cut me up root and branch. I felt that I was undone, and that nothing but hell and damnation were before me. I heard at this time of there being a seven o’clock prayer meeting at a Chapel in the village of Bishop’s Hall, but the gates were shut. I think I never met with a greater disappointment, for I wanted to hear if there was any hope for such an ungodly wretch as I felt myself to be. I returned to T——, fearing and trembling, and was at the Chapel before any one else. I waited a little while, and the meeting was soon opened with singing and prayer; but all was death with me. I felt that I was too vile even to expect mercy, for I had sinned against the dictates of conscience. O, how I groaned in spirit, and begged of the Lord to have mercy upon my poor soul; but though I prayed for mercy, I thought it impossible that the Lord could bestow it, for I felt myself to be the vilest sinner out of hell. Thus I went on crying and groaning, afraid to call on God, and fearing that He would cut me off for presuming to approach Him. Soon after this I was at times blessed with liberty of soul in prayer, and began to feel a little hope; and at other times sorely distressed in mind.

I then attended a Sunday-school, and wished to join the Church where my employer was deacon, and to whom I mentioned my desire, and was received into the Church.

I now became very anxious about the salvation of others. I talked to one, and wrote to another, and became very zealous, but not according to knowledge; but I was not left to remain long in this state of mind. One morning, about ten o’clock, I went upstairs under a deep sense of my sinfulness, and O, what communion I had with the Lord! “Whether in the body or out of the body” I could scarcely tell; and presently this passage—“Thy sins, which are many, are all forgiven thee,” came into my soul with such light, unction, and power, that l felt persuaded that there was not one sin against me. O, how I blessed, praised, and adored the name of the Lord! The Lord now stripped me of my filthy rags, and took away my free-will lumber, and showed me that HE had chosen me, and not that I had chosen Him. “Why me, Lord?” I cried; “Why me?” The scales fell from my eyes, and the Lord opened to my mind the great mystery of salvation by grace.

“How sovereign, wonderful, and free, 

In all His love to sinful me!

He plucked me as a brand from hell; 

My Jesus has done all things well,”

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The Funeral Of Mr. S. Cozens

On Monday afternoon, July 4th, the mortal remains of Mr. Cozens were laid at rest in Ipswich Cemetery. The funeral was announced to take place at four o’clock, and punctual to that hour the funeral cortege left the deceased’s residence in Christchurch-street, and wended its way to the cemetery. At the head of the procession was a brougham containing Mr. S. K. Bland, Mr. G. G. Whorlow and Mrs. Whorlow, Mr. E. Marsh, Mr. B. J. Northfield, and Mr. Leggett. Next came on foot the deacons of Zoar Chapel:—Mr. R. Sadd, Mr. W. Ethridge, Mr. Howe, Mr. E. Garrod, Mr. J. Wright, and the Superintendent of the Sunday school, Mr. G. W. Gardner. Then came the hearse, containing the coffin, and the twelve mourning coaches. Amongst the chief mourners were Mrs. Cozens (the deceased’s wife), Mrs. Banks (the deceased’s daughter), and two sons of the deceased, Mr. S. Cozens and Mr. Z. Cozens. The other mourning carriages contained friends of the deceased and members of Zoar Chapel. At the entrance to the cemetery the children of the Zoar Sunday School joined in the funeral.

The coffin, upon which had been placed numerous floral tributes to the memory of the deceased, was of polished oak, and bore the following inscription:—

“Samuel Cozens, Died July 1st, 1887, Aged 66.”

Amongst the contributors to the wreaths were Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mr. and Mrs. Fairweather, Mrs. Roberts and family, Mr. and Mrs. E. Garrod, Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Sayer, Mr. and Mrs. Scarlett, Mr. and Mrs. Mannall, the Teachers of the Sunday School, and Mrs. Hall. The following ministers were also present amongst those round the grave: Mr. W. Kern, Mr. Cowell, Mr. J. Dearing, and Mr. J. Andrews.

Mr. G. G. Whorlow, at the special desire of the deceased, conducted the service.

After a selection of many scriptures had been read by Mr. S. K. Bland, Mr. G. G. Whorlow, in the course of a few touching remarks, said that only on the previous Tuesday evening be (the deceased) with Mrs. Cozens called at my house, and had some pleasant conversation, and on leaving the last words he said were, “Don’t forget your promise.” This referred to the promise I made at his request some twelve months ago to bury him! How solemn the providence of God! On the following evening he was seized with death in the chapel, after giving out the memorable hymn beginning—

“Firm as a rock Thy gospel stands,”

and died on the Friday morning at seven o’clock! We shall miss the deceased’s familiar and smiling face, yet we would bow without a murmur to the Redeemer’s will,

“Knowing our Jesus doth all things well.”

Since Mr. Cozens came to Ipswich there have been strong feelings of mutual love existing between us, and we have told out our joys and sorrows to each other. From his experience of the deceased’s knowledge and disposition, he could say “a great man in Israel had fallen.”

As a men he was humane; he possessed a tender and loving heart. He was always ready, without confining himself to the members of the Church, to give a helping hand to the poor, and ofttimes alleviated the distresses of the tribulated ones.

He was great in his knowledge of the scriptures, and clear in the doctrines of the Cross in preaching Christ and Him crucified. His ministry was instructing and consolatory. As a preacher of the gospel his Church and people had sustained a great loss; not only had he (the speaker) lost an intimate and dear friend, but you, my brethren in the ministry, I am sure can say the same.

The deceased was a great man as an author; he was a great writer and a man of profound thought. His writings would speak for themselves.

The speaker then addressed the mourners. You, Mrs. Cozens, the widow, have lost a kind and affectionate husband, as it respects this life, for death puts an end to natural relationship, but there is a spiritual union which is indissoluble, and in which you were united. He (Mr. Whorlow) urged her to take courage, saying Jesus your spiritual husband will see to you being provided for. You have talked together, worked together, rejoiced together, and wept together, and experienced many storms, but the day will come when you will again meet, when there will be no more storms, trouble, nor sorrow.

You, the children, have sustained a great loss, a loving and tender father who has lodged many prayers at the mercy seat. Many doubtless have been answered, and others yet to be answered in due time. I have often heard him speak of you in the most touching way, showing his intense desire for your present and future welfare.

Addressing the members of the Church, he said they had lost a loving under-shepherd, who looked well after the flock, especially the weak and diseased ones. The young and tender lambs laid always near his heart. Do not forget you have the great good and chief Shepherd with you.

With regard to the soul of our departed brother, we can say unequivocally he is far away in the promised land—our Father’s house—and in possession of the mansion prepared for him, where there is everlasting spring, unwithering flowers, and an unsetting sun. He is where grace is swallowed up in glory. We now commit our brother’s mortal body to the grave to rest until the trumpet shall sound at the morning of the resurrection. Until then we say, Farewell!

After the hymn, “For ever with the Lord”, had been heartily sung, prayer was offered by Mr. Cowell, of Harwich. The coffin was then lowered into the grave, and prayer by Mr. S. K. Bland concluded the service.

The funeral arrangements were in the able hands of Mr. Singleton.

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The Funeral Sermon

Outlines Of Sermon Preached On The Occasion On The Occasion Of The Death Of Mr. Samuel Cozens, Of Ipswich, On July 5, 1887, By Mr. S. K. Bland.

The so-called “funeral sermon” seems to be a somewhat doubtful service, a difficult one to do rightly, to please God therein rather than man, not that praising the departed can do them any harm. Fulsome time-serving praise (which is flattering), or unwise commendation (which grows from partiality) are very likely to puff up the living, and even the expression of approval justly deserved, may be the means in the tempter’s hand to unduly excite, but a true recognition of the powers, virtues, and services of those whose life and work are over should be for the glory of God and encouragement of others, and only as it is for the former can it be for the latter, while, if for His glory, it must be for our good.

It is not needful, however, to say much of these to those who knew our brother more intimately than I, and in a memorandum recently made by him, found lying amongst his papers, I find he would be of my mind. Herein he says, and it reads like a premonition of what has so soon occurred in his case: “People are going in for silent funerals, and I think wisely too; for silence is the eloquence of death. The dead are silent, and all earthly communications have passed away for ever. The bereaved are silent, and can only sob their sorrows into the grave of those to whom they can speak no more. The spectators are silent in the awe of that silence which must come upon them. ‘Keep silence, all created things.’ The truest end of life is to know the life that never ends.” Let us contemplate the solemn event which has now called us together as the act of God, for to see God in anything is to derive most profit therefrom—consolation and instruction in righteousness. Turn we, then, to the words of the godly but erring Eli: “It is the Lord, let Him do what seemeth Him good” (1 Sam. 3:18).

True, we have no such bitter cause as be, but it was his godliness that broke forth and overflowed even his remorse. Well may the believer thus think, thus speak in every sorrow and apparent calamity. Thus spake Job: “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away.” Thus said David: “I was dumb with silence, because Thou didst it,” and this is the wise course for every child of God to take. He that is our Father in heaven is the Judge of the whole earth, and shall not He do right?

“It is the Lord.” “Be ye therefore reconciled unto God as dear children to a loving Father’s will who has ever proved Himself too wise to err, too good to be unkind.” “It is the Lord.” Therefore, observe this deed carefully, and draw lessons for guidance, confidence, gratitude. The works of the Lord are to be sought out, worthy to be watched, compared with His Word, understood. And every Christian is His workmanship and His care; every Christian minister is made by Him. He prepares His servants for their work which He appoints. Thus adaptation is seen in life’s history. And none are ever taken away before their work is finished, or their intended part of it. The servant may often feel unfitted or incompetent; but he is not the judge. And many may think he is cut off in the midst of his days, but that cannot be, for “It is the Lord.”

The Lord has pleasure in preparing for His work, and in the results thereof; and He takes pleasure in their interest therein. The Lord taketh pleasure in His people, and their steps are ordered by Himself. Precious also in His sight is their death. Our brother’s was a life of many and varied steps, many of those in his youth very wrong ones; but with constant checks, end then the steps he has recorded of his way to Christ, of his union with the Church, and his various chequered ministries therein—neither he nor we could understand them all—but God blessed him with many seals, and favoured him with many tokens of His presence; and we believe his death was no surprise to him. He expected such a close, and we feel sure, could he have spoken, would have used the words of our text.

Now I think we may find in those words recognition of divine sovereignty, acquiescence in divine right, appreciation of divine wisdom, gratitude or divine kindness, fellowship with divine purpose. The will of God is the supreme cause and foundation of all the good in this world, and in the heavens, knowledge of that will is the only guiding light to all righteousness. Oneness with that will is the source of all blessedness in human experience. Faithful adherence to that will is the assurance of perfect safety, the appointed means of realizing His approval and the proof of relationship. And witnessing to that will is the best service we can render unto God in word and life.

May we personally prove all this true, and then “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.” I will read to you a brief account prepared by his son-in-law, our esteemed brother, George Banks, pastor of the Church at Willenhall, where Mr. Cozens laboured for years.

[The substance of the account read by Mr. Bland is given in our brief sketch of the late Mr. Cozens.—ED.]

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A Brief Sketch Of The Australian Career Of Mr. Samuel Cozens. 

By George Banks, Of Willinhall. 

I have looked over the MSS. of my dear father-in-law, Mr. S. Cozens, but have not found any written account of his life since the time he published his “Christmas Box.” The following particulars of his Australian career have been gleaned from very reliable sources.

Mr. S. Cozens left England in the latter part of the year 1865, with the twofold design of recruiting his health and preaching the Gospel in the Antipodes. After a rough voyage of nearly four months, he and his family arrived in Sydney in February, 1866, where he stayed about eighteen months, preaching in different places, and occasionally occupying the pulpit of Castlereagh-street Chapel, of which Mr. J. B. McCure was pastor, and where Mr. Cozens’ beloved brother in Christ, Mr. Daniel Allen, now preaches. From Sydney he went to Launceston, Tasmania, where he was instrumental in forming a Church, and building a chapel. Shortly after entering upon his labours in that place, he commenced a monthly periodical, entitled, “The Colonial Strict Baptist Magazine.” We believe this periodical was started in compliance with the request of several ministers and deacons who met in Mr. J. Turner’s Chapel, Melbourne, “to consider the propriety of commencing a monthly magazine for our denomination.” The title was subsequently changed for “The Protestant.” Whilst in Launceston he also published “Three Sermons,” a pamphlet called “Adokimos,” and a “Lecture on Foregleams of Immortality,” which was first delivered in the Town Hall, Launceston, the Mayor presiding. The latter is a masterly production, well worthy of a wide circulation.

It was in Tasmania he became acquainted with Mr. H. Dowling, minister of York-street Chapel, with whom he enjoyed much mutual intercourse, until Mr. Dowling was called to his rest, and to whose memory he wrote “A Tribute of Affection,” which was published in 1869. On the fifth of July, 1869, he received a unanimous invitation to the pastorate of Ebenezer Baptist Church, North Adelaide, S.A., the invitation being sent through their retiring minister, Mr. J. Basset. He accepted the call, and laboured there with considerable success for about four years, or a little more; the date of his resigning that charge not being known to us. “While in Adelaide he contributed a series of Sunday Readings” to “Protestant Advocate,” which are rich in thought, devotion, and spirituality. He returned to England early in 1875, after an absence of nearly ten years in the Australian Colonies, preaching the Gospel of the grace of God, denouncing Roman Catholicism, and lecturing and writing on a variety of subjects.

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Dear Mr. Winters,—I share with yourself and many others the feelings of grief at the departure of my old friend, Mr. S. Cozens. He was among my earliest recollections of the ministers of truth. Above 40 years ago he was a frequent visitor at my late dear father’s house. It was always a pleasure to meet with him. He always had a cheerful word for every one, and the smile on his countenance, as shown in the portrait, was natural to him. When he was young his hair was jet black. I well recollect printing his autobiography and other works. He was a great favourite among the Churches on account of his decision for New Testament principles. Latterly I have had an increasing desire to see him once more, and was writing to him at the time when Mr. S. K. Bland told me he had gone to rest. My disappointment was very great, as I was deeply attached to him. My first visit to him was about 42 years ago at Keston, Kent. May the Lord bless and support his dear widow is the prayer of 

John Waters Banks.