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anarchy of the revolution, and since ism of the laws.” This is very the political existence and rights of strong language, and yet all this the Protestants were distinctly re- the writer promises to prove, when cognised by the laws, the wonder is he is called to speak in the chamrather that so much has been ac- ber of peers. It is because this complished, than that so much re- law (should it be carried into effect) mains yet to be done. The build. will so seriously affect the Protesting of new churches, the circulation ant interest in France, that I have of the Scriptures, the distribution thought proper to mention it. The of religious publications, the in- Tract Society would be entirely creasing spirit of piety among the destroyed; the tax upon the aveministers, are all grounds of the rage number of their publications most pleasing anticipations. Mr. would be 40,000 dollars: its conWilks' assures me, that no one who tinuance therefore would be out of has not been a resident in France the question. For the same reafor some time, can estimate the son, the publication of all small rechange which has taken place with ligious books must cease, and the in the last ten years; and his opi- Protestant journals themselves nion upon this subject is of the would, in all probability, be discongreater weight, as the promotion of tinued. Such however has been the cause of truth and piety has the general opposition which this been the one great object, to which project has excited, that it is confihe has devoted himself during his dently hoped, that in its present long sojourn in this country. form at least, it will not pass.

There is however a portentous With regard to the Catholics, I cloud at present hanging over know little which is not to be France, and especially over the learned from looking upon the sur. Protestant religion. I allude to the face of things around me. 'The proposed law in relation to the people here are by no means sunk press-a law, the character of which to that degree of superstition, which you have already learned from our is to be found in many Catholic publick journals. Chateaubriand, countries. But as to real piety, in a letter which he has just pub- there is no manifestation of it lished, characterizes it in the fol- which reaches a stranger's eye. lowing terms. “This project,” he And the Protestants with whom I says, “betrays a deep horror of have conversed upon this subject light, reason, and liberty; it mani- are of opinion, that religion is al. fests a violent antipathy to the or- most universally made to consist at der of things established by the present, in the strict observance Charter; it is in direct opposition of the rites and ceremonies of the to morals, the progress of civiliza- church. Jansenism is out of vogue. tion, the spirit of the times, and the The great controversy is between frankness of the national character. the Jesuits and their friends, and It breathes hatred against the hu- the moderate church party. The man understanding; all its provi. religious periodical publications desions tend to make thought consi- voted to the former are, The Me. dered as an evil, as a wound, and morial Catholique, which appears as a scourge. We perceive that monthly; and the Mediateur, which the partisans of this law would an- comes out three times a week. The nihilate printing if they could ; that organ of the latter is, The France they would break the presses, erect Catholique, which advocates the gibbets, and kindle fires for wri liberties of the Gallican charch, ters; being unable to re-establish and the principles of the declarathe despotism of man, they invite tion of Bishops made in 1689. The with their utmost wish the despot. progress of the Ultra church party

: has of late been such as to give who have enjoyed much better op

rise to great uneasiness. Com- portunities of coming to a correct

plaints upon this subject are no conclusion upon this subject. : longer confined to the opposition I have remained in Paris longer

journal. The Chamber of Peers than I intended when I left Ame: have sent an address to the Minis- rica; because I found that I arrived · ters, praying them to enforce the in Europe too late to take advan: laws against the Jesuits. This is tage of the winter course in the

looked upon as an event of no lit. German Universities, and that the tle interest, as it manifests the opi- prosecution of my original plan, of

nion of the highest body in the not visiting Paris until towards the - kingdom, as to the existence of the close of the period I am to spend

evil, and their disposition to pre- abroad, would, under existing cir

vent its progress. I will send you cumstances, lead to the loss of two Es a copy of the Count de Montlosier's sessions instead of one. Another

petition, which led to the result consideration was, the importance which I have just mentioned. It is of the French language, which is

not with any reference to their po. the general medium of communica- litical bearing that I mention these tion in Europe; and the great ad.

subjects, but as they are connected vantages which are here afforded with the great cause of human im- for the study of Arabic. One Proprovement in knowledge and reli- fessor of the College de France, gion.

lectures three times a week on A stranger has very imperfect Arabic grammar, and the celebratmeans of forming any correct esti- ed De Sacy, three times on the Komate of the general state of morats, ran, or some portion of Arabic litein a country in which he sojourns rature. There are very few auditors only a few months. Some things, at these lectures, which assume however, are so obvious that they much more the character of recitacannot fail to arrest the attention tions; as the Professor examines of the most transient visiter. And his pupils upon every word which such is the impression that Paris presents any difficulty. De Sacy has made upon me, that I would pre- is very laborious and faithful, devotfer that a son of mine, unless he had ing at least two hours to these exmuch more than an ordinary share ercises. And as he has the repuof moral and religious principle, tation of being the first oriental should be deprived of all the ad- scholar now living, it was an imvantages of going abroad, rather portant object to secure the advanthan expose him to the temptations tage of attending his course. I. of this seducing capital. It may purpose, with the leave of Provi. be that in our own large cities vice dence, to set out in a few weeks is equally prevalent, but it most for Halle. A letter which I reassuredly is neither equally obvi-cently received from Mr. Robinson ous nor equally attractive. In our has decided me to fix on Halle, in country a young man must go in preference to any of the other unipursuit of evil, here it accosts him versities. He has had a good opat every turn, and through every portunity of learning the advanavenue; and that not in the dis- tages afforded by each, and he has gusting form which destroys its given the preference to the one power, but invested with every at- just mentioned: his opinion I find traction which can conceal its vile- is confirmed by those gentlemen ness. This opinion, which even with whom I have become acin my short stay I have seen abun- quainted in Paris, who are best indant reason for entertaining, is con- formed on this subject. firmed by the judgment of those I feel, my dear sir, every day

more sensible of the serious charac The king on bus tione, the bride is ber ter of the step which, with the per- The Chudreu of pleasure, all feel the sad mission of the Board, I have taken.

bour : I am fully aware of the risk in The roses ore faded and tasteles the cheer, volved in being so long expused to For ine worid is grown old, and judgment the iofluence of circumstances and 25 dear! opinions hostile to the spirit of piety The world is grows oid:bu: should we and of souod doctrine. It is not who have tried bes, and Enow that her therefore, I assure you, as a mat

promise is van ter of form, that I solicit an interest Ou beart is in beaves, our home is est in your prayers, and in those of here, other friends of the Seminary. Such And we look for our crown when judgment

is Dear! however, in my peculiar situation, are the advantages which appear to

ST. JOHN THE ITAXEILIST'I DAL me derivable from a residence of Os God! who get'st thy servant grae,

Amid the storms of ufe distrest, two years in Europe, that I have to look on thine Incarnate Face, never for a moment regretted the And lean on thy protecting breast: sacrifice (which no man who is a To see the light that dimly shone, husband and a father will deem Eclips d for us in sorrow pale, very light) which I have made. Pure Image of the Eternal One, It will afford me the greatest gra- Be ours, O King of Mercy! still

Through shadows of thy mortal rei' tification if you can find leisure to

To feel thy presence from above, write to me as every line from And in thy word, and in thy will

, America has a value, which cannot To hear thy voice, and know thy lore , easily be appreciated by those who And when the toils of life are done, have never been far and long from And Nature waits thy dread decree, their native land.

To find our rest beneath the throne,

And look, in humble hope, to Thee! All communications to me are directed to the care of Welles & SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANI Greene, Havre (France).

INCARNATE Word, who, wont to dwell With every sentiment of grate. In lowly shape and cottage cell, ful and affectionate respect,

Didst not refuse a guest to be

At Cana's poor festivity:
I am yours, &c.

Oh, when our soul from care is free,

Then, Saviour, may we think on Thee, Rev. Dr. GREEN, Philadelphia. And, seated at the festal board,

In fancy's eye behold the Lord.
Then may we seem, in fancy's eat,
Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think,-even now, thy searching faz
Each secret of our soul surveys!

So may such joy, chastised and pure, From the Christian Observer for August Beyond the bounds of earth endure; last.

Nor pleasure in the wounded mind FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Shall leave a rankling sting behind. The world is grown old and her pleasures aro past;

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. The world is grown old, and her form may LORD! whose love, in power excelling: not last;

Wash'd the leper's sin away, The world is grown old and trembles for Jesus! from thy heavenly dwelling, fear;

Hear us, help us, when we pray! For sorrows abound and judgment is near! From the filth of vice and folly, The sun in the heaven is languid and pale;

From infuriate passion's rage, And feeble and few are the fruits of the Evil thoughts and hopes unholy, vale;

Heedless youth and selfish age; And the hearts of the nations fail them for From the lusts whose deep pollutions four,

Adam's ancient taint disclose, For the world is grown old, and judgment From the Tempter's dark intrusions, is noar

Restless doubt and blind repose;



From the miser's cursed treasure,

NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. From the drunkard's jest obscene, Oh blest were the accents of carly creaFrom the world, its pomp and pleasure,

tion, Jesus! Master! make us clean!

When the word of Jehovah came down


In the clods of the earth to infuse animaOA Thou whom neither time nor space


And wake their cold atoms to life and to Can circle in, unseen, unknown,

love! Nor faith in boldest flight can trace,

Save through Thy Spirit and Thy Son! And mighty the tones which the firmament And Thou, that from thy bright abode

rended, To us in mortal weakness shown,

When on wheels of the thunder, and Didst graft the manhood into God,

wings of the wind, Eternal, co-eternal Son!

By lightning, and hail, and thick darkness

attended, And thou, whose unction from on high

He utter'd on Sinai his laws to manBy comfort, light, and love is known;

kind. Who, with the Parent Deity,

And sweet was the voice of the First-born Dread Spirit! art for ever one!

of Heaven Great First and Last! thy blessing give!

(Though poor his apparel, though earthAnd grant us faith, thy gift alone,

ly his form,) To love and praise Thee while we live,

Who said to the mourner, “Thy sins are And do whate'er thou wouldst have done!


“Be whole!” to the sick-and “Be WHITSUNDAY.

still !" to the storm. Spirit of Truth! on this thy day

Oh Judge of the world! when array'd in To Thee for help we cry,

thy glory, To guide us through the dreary way

Thy summons again shall be heard from Of dark mortality!

on high, We ask not, Lord! thy cloven flame,

While Nature stands trembling and naked

before thee, Or tongues of various tone; But long thy praises to proclaim

And waits on thy sentence to live or to With fervour in our own. We mourn not that prophetic skill

When the heav'n shall fly fast from the Is found on earth no more ;

sound of thy thunder, Enough for us to trace thy will

And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow In Scripture's sacred lore.

languid and pale,

And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb We neither have nor seek the power

cleave asunder; Ill demons to control;

In the hour of Thy terrors, let mercy But Thou, in dark temptation's hour,

Shalt chase them from the soul.
No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,

No mystic dreams we share,
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near,
And bless Thee in our prayer.

THE STORM. When tongues shall cease, and power de From the Evangelical Magazine for Scpcay,

tember last. And knowledge empty prove,

The gathering clouds obscure the sky, Do Thou thy trembling servants stay The trembling birds to covert fly, With Faith, with Hope, with Love! The awe-struck herds forbear to rove,

And stillness reigns throughout the grove,

The mower drops his scythe, to flee Forth from the dark and stormy sky, To friendly cot, or shelt'ring tree; Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; While nature, in each varied form, Forth from the world, its hope and fear, In silent dread awaits the storm. Saviour, we seek thy shelter here; Now flash to flash, with lurid glare, Weary and weak, thy grace we pray: Succeeds, and lights the murky air; Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away! And hark! above, from pole to pole, Long have we roam'd in want and pain, The loud, terrific thunders roll. Long have we sought thy rest in vain;

Why shrinks my friend? why pale with Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost,

fear? Long have our souls been tempest-tost, Say, dost thou feel that God is near? Low at thy feet our sins we lay;

And think'st thou not, when warblers fili Turn not, Oh Lord! thy guests away! Thy bower, that he is nigh thee still :



In every flower which round thee blows— It is not Health-it is not Health,
In every blade of grass which grows,

That makes me fain to linger here;
In every glade which cheers thine eye For I have languish'd on in pain
In every stream which ripples by-

This many a year On every mount-in every dale

It is not Hope it is not Hope, In every wave-in every gale

From which I cannot turn away; A thousand tongues, thro' nature's frame, Oh, earthly Hope hath cheated me A God, a present God, proclaim!

This many a day.
And oh! if terror dim thine eye,
When summer storms pronounce him nigh, But there are Friends—but there are

How wilt thou meet that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall melt away? Without a pang more hard to bear

To whom I could not say "Farewell!" Go to that blood whose cleansing flow

Than tongue can tell Shall make thy bosom pure as snow! That blood, to him its aid who seeks, But there's a thought-but there's a Far better things than Abel's speaks.

thought, Then, then thy soul, redeemd, forgiven,

Will arm me with that pang to cope : Released from sin, at peace with heaven,

Thank God! we shall not part with those

Who have no hope. Shall mark, unmoved, ev'n that dread fire, In which ten thousand orbs expire. And some are gone-and some are gone,


H. E. Methinks they chide my long delay,
With whom, it seem'd, my very life

Went half away.

But we shall meet-but we shall meet, IT IS NOT DEATH.

Where parting tears shall never flow;

And when I think thereon, almost From a collection of Poems entitled "Soli.

I long to go. tary Hours." Eclectic Review for Sep. The Saviour wept—the Saviour wept tember last.

O'er him he lov'd-corrupting clay! It is not Death-it is not Death,

But then he spake the word, and Death From which I shrink with coward fear;

Gave up his prey! It is, that I must leave behind

All I love here. A little while~a little while, It is not Wealth-it is not wealth,

And the dark Grave shall yield its trust; That I am loth to leave behind; Yea, render every atom up Small store to me (yet all I crave)

Of human dust. Hath fate assign'd. What matters then—what matters then, It is not Fame-it is not Fame,

Who earliest lays him down to rest ? From which it will be pain to part; Nay, “to depart, and be with Christ," Obscure my lot,-but mine was still

Is surely best.
An bumble heart.


Engagements, both of a publick articles, from the Eclectic Review and domestick character, have so for the month before the last; and imperiously demanded our atten. then insert the notice of three other tion through the past month, that publications, accompanied we could find no tiine to read books, some very interesting extracts. much less to review them; and our correspondents have not supplied TESTIMONIES OF THE ANTE-NICENE our lack of leisure, by yielding us assistance in this department of our

Ey the Rev. Edward work. We do not, however, be Baxter, M. A. 8vo. pp. 470. lieve that our readers will be losers Price 10s. 6d. Oxford. 1826. by the absence of original communications. We shall make an abridg “ Evidence to fact is, of course, limited ment of two short, but important to actual by-standers; but rery important








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