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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 surProtestant 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 alfests 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 church, ters; being unable to re-establish and the principles of the declarathe despotism of man, they invite tion of Bishops made in 1682. 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 oprise 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 AmeE 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 1 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 cirevent its progress. I will send you cumstances, lead to the loss of two

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 communicalitical bearing that I mention these tion in Europe; and the great adsubjects, 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 morals, 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 s however, are so obvious that they much more the character of recita

cannot 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, devetfer 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 repu. of 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. L 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 re

assuredly is neither equally obvi- cently received from Mr. Robinson 7 ous nor equally attractive.

has decided me to fix on Halle, in country a young man must go in preference to any of the other uni. pursuit 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

In our

more sensible of the serious charac. The king on his throne, the bride in her ter of the step which, with the per- The childreu of pleasure, all feel the sad

bower, mission of the Board, I have taken.

hour; I am fully aware of the risk in- The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, volved in being so long exposed to For the world is grown old, and judgment the influence of circumstances and

is near! opinions hostile to the spirit of piety The world is grown old!—but should we and of sound doctrine. It is not who have tried her, and know that her therefore, I assure you, as a mat

promise is vain? ter of form, that I solicit an interest Our heart is in heaven, our home is not in your prayers, and in those of here, other friends of the Seminary. Such And we look for our crown when judgment however, in my peculiar situation, are the advantages which appear to

ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. me derivable from a residence of Oh God! who gav'st thy servant graee,

Amid the storms of life 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 veil! 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 love ; 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,

To find our rest beneath thy throne, their native land.

And look, in humble hope, to Thee! All communications to me are directed to the care of Welles & SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 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 ear,
Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think,-even now, thy searching gaze
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

Shall leave a rankling sting behind. The world is grown old and her pleasures

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. are past; The world is grown old, and her form may

Lord! whose love, in power excelling,

Wash'd the leper's sin away, not last; 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 fear,

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

Restless doubt and blind repose ;




From the miser's cursed treasure,

From the drunkard's jest obscene, From the world, its pomp and pleasure,

Jesus! Master! make us clean!

Oh Thou whom neither time nor space

Can circle in, unseen, unknown,
Nor faith in boldest flight can trace,

Save through Thy Špirit and Thy Son! And Thou, that from thy bright abode

To us in mortal weakness shown,
Didst graft the manhood into God,

Eternal, co-eternal Son!
And thou, whose unction from on high

By comfort, light, and love is known;
Who, with the Parent Deity,

Dread Spirit! art for ever one!
Great First and Last! thy blessing give!

And grant us faith, thy gift alone,
To love and praise Thee while we live,

And do whate'er thou wouldst have done!

Oh blest were the accents of early crea-

When the word of Jehovah came down

from above; In the clods of the earth to infuse anima

tion, And wake their cold atoms to life and to

love! And mighty the tones which the firmament

rended, When on wheels of the thunder, and

wings of the wind, By lightning, and hail, and thick darkness

attended, He utter'd on Sinai his laws to man

kind. And sweet was the voice of the First-born

of Heaven (Though poor his apparel, though earth

ly his form,) Who said to the mourner, “Thy sins are

forgiven!" « Be whole!" to the sick and "Be

still !" to the storm. Oh Judge of the world! when array'd in

thy glory, Thy summons again shall be heard from

on high, While Nature stands trembling and naked

before thee, And waits on thy sentence to live or to

die ;

Spirit of Truth! on this thy day

To Thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way

Of dark mortality!
We ask not, Lord! thy cloven flame,

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

With fervour in our own.
We mourn not that prophetic skill

Is found on earth no more ;
Enough for us to trace thy will

In Scripture's sacred lore.
We neither have nor seek the power

Ill demons to control;
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.
When tongues

shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do Thou thy trembling servants stay

With Faith, with Hope, with Love!

When the heav'n shall fly fast from the

sound of thy thunder, And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow

languid and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb

cleave asunder; In the hour of Thy terrors, let mercy


From the Evangelical Magazine for Sep-

tember last.
The gathering clouds obscure the sky,
The trembling birds to covert fly,
The awe-struck herds forbear to rove,
And stillness reigns throughout the grove ,
The mower drops his scythe, to flee
To friendly cot, or shelt'ring tree;
While nature, in each varied form,
In silent dread awaits the storm.
Now flash to flash, with lurid glare,
Succeeds, and lights the murky air;
And hark! above, from pole to pole,
The loud, terrific thunders roll.
Why shrinks my friend? why pale will
In every flower which round thee blows— It is not Health-it is not Health,
In every blade of grass which grows,


Forta from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here;
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray:
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!
Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost,

at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, Oh Lord! thy guests away!

Say, dost thou feel that God is near?
And think'st thou not, when warblers fill
Thy bower, that he is nigh thee still?

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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