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which shall be extended to their parents,

And three long years the sluices of the sky relations, and friends, in the following Turning the vales where milk and honey dow'd

Their influence to a guilty land deny, order: that is to say, their fathers, mothers, To barren wilds, gaunt famine's dread abode. brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and, if mar

At length the penal vengeance pass'd away,

And melting Mercy heard the Prophet pray; ried, husbands, wives, and children, if they Inspir'd the faith that turn'd aside the rod,

And touch'd with tenderness the heart of God. have any departed who have lived to

He bow'd, be pray'd, but still the sky was clear, maturity.

Nor sound of gust, nor sight of cloud, was near ; 7. That every member of the office for Then from the earth on which he lean'd his head, the dead, who serves the society in the ca

The Prophet rose, and to his servant said,

"Haste to the summit, the horizon sweep, pacity of superior, shall, at the time of his "And cast thine eyes along the distant deep;" death, be entitled to three masses, to be

He went, he gaz'd upon the sky and main,

Still there was nothing-not a sign of rain; offered

up for the repose of his soul, and Elijab said, “Go seven times"-and bow'd also every member who serves the office of His face between his knees-and now a cloud,

Small as a human hand, at first appear'd, rector, shall be entitled to the benefit of

But quick as thought the mighty column rear'd two masses, and every subscriber, without Along the sky-and black and wide it spread,

While the winds whistled round the mountain's distinction, shall be entitled to the benefit of

head. one mass each, provided that such member Say, muse, what truth dost thou from this deduce ? or subscriber shall die a natural death, be Has it a moral, meant for Christian use ? six months a subscriber to the institution,

Yes, pilgrim, listen! there are gems and gold

Beneath the surface of this common mould. and be clear of all dues at the time of their In all thy trials through this world of wo;

In all thy ills, and thou hast ills to know, departure; that care shall be taken by the

Go to thy God, in patience, for redress ; surviving superior and rectors, that such Go seven times ! and each the promise press ; soul - masses

But leave to him the mode, the time, the place are punctually performed,

To hear thy prayer, and remedy thy case : agreeably to the intent and meaning of this Be not impatient of a quick reply, institution.

He may delay it, but he can't deny! 8. That the superior, rectors, and coun

Pray, wait, and watch-then wateh, and wait, and

pray, cil, be empowered to make, as occasion And do it seven times on every day ; may require, such by-laws as they shall Thy full deliverance is surely plann’d,

Although it come but as a little hand : think expedient, provided they do not in- The blessing in some simple medium lurks, terfere with the spirit of these rules; the For not by miracle, but means, he works!

J. MARSDEN. said by-laws are to be laid before the body at large, for their approbation, and that four shall form a quorum on the council. 9. That the superior shall, on every

THE WAY OF TRUE REST. All-Souls-Day, advance to the parish priest

(In Cella, Codice, Christo.*) of Meath-street chapel, whatever sum is

SAY, dost thou aspire after rest? necessary for obtaining an insertion in the

The wish of the gay and the grave; mortality list of the altar, the names of the Or covet an halcyon nest, parents, relations, and friends, of all the Or“ otium cum dignitate" crave ?

0! listen awhile to my song, subscribers to the institution, to be recom

No syren allures to destroy ; mended to the prayers of the congregation, Oh! listen, ye fair and ye young,

I'll show you the pathway of joy. at every mass throughout the year.

It is not in bustle and show, N. B. Subscriptions received every Sun

Gay circle, or vanity fair ; day night as usual, and new subscribers It is not in belle or in beau, registered.

Pearl necklace, or tresses of hair :
Books, rarities, pictures, and coins,

The garden, the park, or the bower ;
The table where luxury dines

Ne'er yielded so pleasant a flower.

The theatre, opera, dance,

The festival, birth-night, or ball,
The fribble imported from France,

The beauty that captivates all,

Are counterfeit mimics of joy, (For the Imperial Magazine.)

Which oft on the senses impose,

Right reason discovers the lie, "GO AGAIN SE VEN TIMES.”

Ă death-bed their vanity shows !
1 Kings xviii. 43.

When ancient Carmel, vast, abrupt, and steep,
Lifts its blue summit o'er the midland deep,
The Prophet kneel'd, to pray that genial rain
Might spread fresh verdure o’er the scorched plain :
For God, to punish Israel's sin, bad bann'd
The clouds of heaven, and drought consum'd the

Each spring had fail'd, and every blade of grass;
The earth seem'd iron, and the heavens brass;

• Thomas à Kempis died in 1471, in the 91st year of his age. In a painting near his tomb, he is represented as sitting in a chair; a monk, on his knees before him, inquires, “Thomas, where shall I with certainty 'tind true rest ?" To which he replies, “Never canst thou find certain rest, but in the Cell, in the Bible, and in Christ, (in Cella, Codice, Christo.") See Townley's Biblical Literature, vol. i. p. 328.




Retirement, the Bible, and Christ,

Are heaven's true patent for Rest, These, these, are the pearls only priz'd

By those who have bliss for a guest : 'Truth, reason, and virtue their clue,

They paradise pleasures acquire, A peace that is evermore new,

Å joy that can never expire ! Retirement, composes the mind,

When ruffled with business and care ; For calm meditation is join'd

To silence, reflection, and prayer. The world and its follies shut out,

The soul in communion above, Has joy that admits not a doubt,

In Penitence, Pardon, and Love ! The Bible, my mentor and creed,

What comforts its pages unfold i of Covenant Mercy I read,

And talk with the sages of old. The Terra Incognita shores,

By the lamp of the prophets I trace : I read, and my fancy explores

The regions of glory and grace !
The deeds of my future estate ;

My title to pardon is this ;
The promise that opens the gate ;

The chart that directs me to bliss :
A sketch of new-covenant love ;

A record of mercy divine, Proclaiming the Lamb and the Dove ;

The ransom and Comforter mine!
But Christ, in his merit and might,

My purest affections engross;
He charms with an endless delight!

He saves, by the blood of the cross !
His name is sweet melody's chord ;

His mercy is misery's ray;
All heaven delights in the Lord !

The light of eternity's day!
Say, ye who decipher the sky,

And analyze ocean and land,
Can nature's arcana supply

A trio so lovely and grand ?
I have found the philosopher's stone,

But not in earth, ocean, or air,
Ureka! the bliss is my own!
In Jesus, my Bible, and Prayer !

Worcester, J. MARSDEN.


When Autumn's leaf lies sear upon the ground,
And nature seems to wait the awful pause,
The coming desolation of a world ;
When all its beauty, all its wonted bloom,
Stripp'd by the wintry wind's rude chilling blasts,
At once disclose its sad, tho mournful tale;
Ah! then the mind, attuned in consonance
With the faded year, doth seek for kindred scenes
Of sombre pleasure, and of grave delight.
She loves the churchyard's site, and charnel vault,
The cloister's gloom, and silent sepulchre ;
Or, lonely musing, treads the echoing aisle
Of venerable pile,or proud cathedral.
Led by such thought, I sought the Abbey walls,
Fit spot to raise the mind to contemplation,
And bid it fasten on eternal things.
Solemn and slow, I bent my thoughtful steps,
As thro' the gloomy cloisters, death-like still,
I reach'd the threshold of its sacred porch.
My very footsteps echoed thro' the pile,
As on I passed, to gaze among the tombs.
Struck by the vast and deep solemnity
of this thrice hallow'd spot, the spirit shrinks,
Itself astounded, mid the deep repose
That wraps th' illustrious dead.--Here I beheld,
Each in his own sad marble monument,
The crumbling relics of once sceptred kings.
The warrior, prostrate in the lowly dust,

Is silent as the marble that records
His empty trophies, and achievements proud ;
The sage historian, and the mitred head,
In one cold grave together sleep.-The bard,
Whose tuneful barp pour'd forth its loftiest strain,
Taught by the hand now motionless in death,
Can sweep the chord no more. The patriot,
Whose burning lip of eloquence awoke
(Amid his conntry's wrongs) a Tully's strain,
And drew from list’ning senators perforce
The long and loud applause.—But oh! how

changed ! The eye, that piercing beamed with heaven's own

fire, (Th' immortal mind's once silent orator, Tbat oft-times speaks more eloquent than words) Is closed in darkest night. The lip is sealed In mute oblivion ; while the speechless tongue Is hushed to all its wonted harmony. The only frail memorial that survives, of cherished worth, with foud remembrance

fraught, Is the cold marble record of decay, The “storied urn, or animated bust." Ah! is it thus ?-must all th' exploits of man, His proud achievements, and illustrious deeds, That burning wish for immortality For which he sighed--the glory of a name; Alas I is this his only recompense, To be entombed among the kingly dead, Here to repose, amid funereal pomp, Within the precincts of this wondrous pile?! This, this is all the boasting world can give, That of itself is one vast sepulchre, The gilded mockery of its own decay. Magniticent, vast, and proud mausoleum, We cannot gaze, but feel inspiring awe, A secret thrill of wonder and delight, As, upward glancing, fix our roving eye In mute amazement o'er thy fretted roof; Or turning, catch with sudden view the distant

arch, Th’ emblazoned monument, and the long-drawn

aisle. Here arose the

and pealing organ, With dulcet notes of thousand instruments, Music's own jubilee ;--that thro' the nave, In willing anthems, struck upon the ear In awful pæans harmonious ;-a tribute Raised, in Handel's praise commemorative. Thou pile of hoar magniticence, where oft The cowled monk hath trod in ancient times Thy marble pavement,-where mightiest monarchs, Robed in regal state, enthroned have sat ;-here Swayed the golden sceptre,—while o'er their

(The glittring pomp, and garviture of kings,)
First blazoned forth the royal diadem.
Thou pinnacle of glory, the palace
Of grim death ;--the dark cemetery that holds
Thennobled great,-the mighty of our land.
Thou cunning piece of handy workmanship,
That hast survived the crumbling touch of time,
While other fanes lie prostrate in the dust ;
Thou monument of a nation's greatness,
Beautiful Abbey ;-the sight of whose proud
Gothic architecture hath enkindled,
In the breast of ardent youth, that throbbing
Impulse, which doth excite to loftiest deeds.
The rapt enthusiast in poetic lore,
The child of fond imaginings, might here,
As gazing on the honoured monument
Of Shakespear, drink new and inspiring draughts
From inspiration's fount.--The darling

Of science, and divine philosophy,
Might to a Newton point exultingly,
And to a kindred elevation rise ;
That, fired by genius, wit, and eloquence,
Like those illustrious compeers of their day,
Might climb the steep ascent that leads to fame,
And leave, like them, in honour's temple reared,
Some record 'graved on monumental stone.

Dec, 1828, J. S, H.

# Earl of Chatham.




That night Darius and his armies came,

In countless numbers rushed the Persians on. Soon was Belshazzar's palace robed in faine.

He called upon his lords, but they had flown, Shouted aloud his idol Baal's name,

And cursed him in his ire ; when Babylon, Scene of his lusts, beheld bim call in vain : Tbat night Belshazzarlay among the slain !

[It is not a little remarkable, that sacred and profane history are at issue as to the name of the conqueror of Babylon. The former attributes its downfall to Darius, the latter to Cyrus. Now the very site of Babylon is inatter for con. jecture-In this how truly

-"There is obscurity and fame, The glory and the nothing of a name."


(By R, Shelton Mackenzie.) “She fell unwept-Gehenna of the nations." A THOUSAND lords before Belsbazzar met,

At the rich palace of Assyria's king : Imperial dainties and rich wines were set

Before the guests, for mirth and wassailing. And woman's smiles were there, and eyes of jet

Flung passion-glances thro the glittering ring, And many a brimming cup that eve was crowned, To the fair dames, as went the revel round. Belshazzar's brain was fired, he conld not hold

The pride that rose, beneath his diadein,“ Bring forth the cups of silver and of gold,

That, from the temple of Jerusalem,
The king, my conquering father, brought of old;

We and our princes shall drink ont of them !"Thus spoke the monarch, and the cups were brought, With precious gems and curiouscarvings wrought. Out of these eups they drank, and vainly praised

Their idol-gods, as went the red wine round: And music lent her charms, and beauty blazed :

Within that banquet could a sigh be found ? Light joy and jocund mirth were soothly raised

In every breast, and there might well abound, For on that eve all things were brightly blent, To make the gorgeous feast magnificent. Rich sculpture there bad raised his skilful hand,

Waking almost to life the Parian bust: And painting had depicted all that land,

Or sea, or sky contained of breathing dust : Magnificence bad wav'd her magic wand

Above that scene of proud Belshazzar's lust: And night was treading on the steps of day, Where, at that feast, sat down the proud array Of all Assyria's lords before her king !

There too, fair beauty sat in state, and smiled Sweet smiles, for ye what varied worships spring!

And speaking looks all silently beguiled The hours, as love's imagining

Flush'd her white cheek ; and beautifully wild, Wav'd back the tendrils of her raven hair, Which seem'd, in such a scene, like banners in the

air. So free they wanton'd with the vassal breeze

That sported on light wings thro' the gay hall, Giving the very flowers mute ecstacies.

Dashing white spray from the cool waterfall Which shone before a grove of fragrant trees,

Stirring the ivy of the coronal Which, on that evening, on the hot brow shone Of proud Belshazzar, king of Babylon ! And there were thrilling sounds from lyre and lute,

There were rich clusters of the purple grape, There were sweet breathings from the soft Greek

fute, And many a dancer's half aerial shape. Ha !-wherefore are the lips of music mute?

Why, half-uprisen, doth Belshazzar gape ? He sees a hand, and it is seen by all, Tracing strange words upon the palace-wall! His countenance was chang'd, his thoughts were

pain, His limbs grew moveless, and his heart grew

cold; Then sank he down upon his throne again,

· And summon'd all his men of wisdom old Chaldeans and astrologers-'twas in vain.

None could the marvel of the words unfold : "The king was troub all his joyance fled, He bowed bis head, and sat as one astonished, 'Till Daniel came, and in his words were shewn

The prophet-power that filled his glowing breast, For unto him the Lord had given alone

That knowledge which his will denied the rest. His vision saw the streets with murders strewn,

The Medes and Persians in the rich spoils drest. Belshazzar beard the warning: but in vain, He smil'd, and turn'd him to his feast again,

124.--VOL. XI.

HOME. Lines at Parting :-From a Young Officer in the

Army to bis Wife. The packet is ready: how sickens my heart ! Each feeling is riven. Alas! do we part? The surges of passion drive o'er me their foanı; My happiness, dearest, is sever'd from home! The bosom of ocean will heave thee away, Tho' sorrow, all aching, would linger and stay; But brighten, my sweetest !-Our Erin will be A home to my darlings, a parent to thee. The bugle that gladdens the veteran's core, Shall quicken my pulses of pleasure no more Ere, graced with bis honours, thy soldier be found At home, with embraces of tenderness bound. To-morrow the vessel will bear me along To lands oriental, with music and song; But ne'er shall a fibre, that parting has wrung, Expand, till the chorus of home shall be snng. As over the billows my troubles shall flow, The tempest above me, the waters below, The turtle of comfort can visit my bark, And bless to my spirit the home of an ark. Ye idolized rivers which rove in the East; Ye thickets of danger, abodes of the beast; Ye pagods or idols, offensive to view ;Ah I how shall your foreigner home among you? Anon, in the glowing domain of the sun, The land by the greatness of Albion won, A Zion, arising with temple of prayer, May open the gates of a home for me there. How, then, shall affection's devotional flames Inspirit my breastplate of jewels and names ! The husband and father, where'er he may roam, Is ever anointed the priest of his home. My colours may scorch in eruptions of fight, As hotly they rush on the armies of might ; But thoughts of my home with enchantment will

come, To hearten me more than the trumpet or drum. If mercy propitiously smile on my life, And raise me in sickness, and shield me in strife, And guard in temptation, and save me from harm, Until I regain thee, my home and my charm O then! what a symbol of heaven will be The meeting of rapture! the breast's jubilee ! The tones of our cherubs, with home's happy voise, Will echo the chime of our new-marriage joys ! Dover, Feb. 10th, 1829.

JACOB Smith,

“GO AND SIN NO MORE."-John, Chap. 8. Woman! if e'er by wayward passions sway'd,

Thy heart beguiled to folly stoops ;
If e’er, thro' guilt in witching smiles array'd,

Thy chastened soul in sorrow droops ;
Then wash away, with tears of anguish deep,

The many griefs that wound thee sore ;
Go to thy Saviour, who can with thee weep,
Who bids thee “Go, and sin no more.”.


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Review.-Jones on Divine Prescience.


Review.-An Inquiry into the Popular and to propagate the most monstrous

indulge the wildest vagaries of thought, Notion of an Unoriginated, Infinite, errors. To this spirit, in connexion with a and Eternal Prescience, for the purpose yet more criminal one, that of malignity of ascertaining whether that Doctrine and hostility to the truths of the gospel, be supported by the Dictates of Reason, may be referred the motive which has and the Writings of the Old and New prompted the numerous and laboured proTestaments. By the Rev. James Jones. | ductions of infidels. Under the specious and 12mo. pp. 203. W. Baynes. Lon- imposing designation of “free-thinkers," don. 1828.

they have been the most obsequious slaves “Courage to think,” says the motto, in of prejudice and pride; and while professthe title-page of this volume, “is infinitely edly doing' homage at the shrine of reason, more rare than courage to act; and yet the they have bowed in heart before the idol danger in the former case is only imagi. form of a vain and contemptible ambition. nary; in the latter, real.” Admitting the In perusing this article, if it meet his correctness of this very questionable posi- eye, should Mr. Jones tax us with detion, it must be acknowledged that there signing in these remarks an unfavourable are in the present day a very considerable bearing towards his production, we must number, and Mr. Jones is one of them, of candidly confess that we should be unable remarkably courageous men. No one, who to plead not guilty to the charge. That for a moment refers his mind to the nume- the doctrine of divine prescience occupies rous productions of the most free and in- a most important place in the orthodox dependent thinking, to which modern times creed, and that it has a most influential have given birth, will be prepared to con- bearing upon points of theology, which tend, that we live, in this respect, in dege- have ever perplexed and divided the nerate days. The vassallage of human Christian world, is sufficiently obvious; opinion, under which the intellectual and that Mr. Jones, in common with other men, moral world for so many ages suffered, no should feel his mind burdened by this diflonger exists. The present is emphatically ficulty, and be anxious to disencumber the age of inquiry; and the danger to be himself of it, that he may fancy he has at apprehended is, that amid the universal last discovered the clue to the mighty labymanumission, liberty, in many cases, should rinth, and that he should be anxious to run riot, and abuse its privilege. The make known his discovery to the world, is waters of knowledge, which the selfishness both natural and laudable; that in the exeand tyranny of man had so long frozen cution of this task he should manifest the and bound up, impatient of restraint, and earnestness and over-heated zeal of enthubursting the mounds which formed unlaw- siasm, cannot excite surprise, and should ful limits, are seen flow impetuously by no means be matter of censure. through every channel, and too often, for- Much has been written upon the subject getful of their proper course, to inundate of this treatise,—the topic is by no means and destroy.

exhausted; and we were prepared cheerfully We can tell Mr. Jones what is much to follow Mr. Jones, or any other author, into

“ rare," than courage either to think the “Inquiry" to which he invites us, though or to act, and that is, to temper courage in certainly not, with the writer, "for the purthinking and acting, with skill and discre- pose of ascertaining whether that doctrine tion, to direct it to suitable objects, and for be supported by the dictates of reason, and real advantage. Enterprises undertaken the writings of the Old and New Testapresumptuously, and executed rashly, are, ments.” In connexion with this doctrine unfortunately, not uncommon in the mental, as a rational and scriptural truth, we have any more than in the physical world. Pride entertained no doubts, nor in truth has Mr. and vain glory have inspired many with Jones succeeded in creating any. In spite courage to think if there is any virtue in of some reasoning, and more declamation this. To oppose the prevailing sentiments and dogmatism, which he has employed, and prejudices of men, to display their in- we retain, with unshaken confidence, the genuity in raising objections to them, to belief that Prescience “ unoriginated, inshew themselves superior to the influence of finite, and eternal,” belongs to God; that early education and example, to attract at, it is a necessary attribute of the divine chatention by the novelty of their opinions, and racter; that it is essential to that moral go-, astonish by their boldness and temerity, vernment of the world, which Jehovah have, by a strange disorder of the mental evidently exercises ; that this doctrine is vision, appeared great and magnanimous, distinctly asserted in various passages of the and supplied a too successful temptation to sacred. oracles, and, moreover, is undoubt


Review.-Jones on Divine Prescience.

358 edly proved by the fulfilment of scripture of a few professors of religious. truth, who prophecy.

are already half converted to infidelity, or, The perusal of the volume before us, we with Mr. Jones himself, are floundering are free to confess, has sadly disappointed, in the sloughs of absurdity,his opinions and painfully grieved us. Ít is not the bad have not the advantage of the sympathies reasoning which it contains, that so much and suffrages of any men. He must offends us, though that is deplorable make converts, and this by the dint of enough, but the improper spirit which is argument and persuasion. The tide of manifested throughout the production. We universal prejudice runs against him; and do not for a moment question (our know- extraordinary dexterity, as well as vigour, ledge of his character forbids it) the perfect are necessary, to force his way through the good faith of Mr. Jones. We are com- current. As we have before intimated, he pelled to believe that he has the most en- has entered the arena “ in a questionable tire conviction that the opinions he has shape." His bearing, to general view is broached are plain and indisputable truths, dubious. Whatever be his design, he and that he firmly believes that the argu- has girded on the armour of infidels, and is ments by which he has attempted to supwielding their weapons. This is bad tact ; port them, are completely successful, and if any hope of success could exist, it has must appear so to every one who is capable been defeated by this unskilful mode of of fully comprehending and adequately procedure. Mr. Jones must surely be estimating them. And yet, were we to better acquainted with human nature, than form an opinion solely from his book itself, to imagine that men are to be hectored out we should be far wide of this idea.

of their opinions and belief. If argument If the author had withheld his name will not convince, declamation and philippic, from his volume, we should, in all proba- ridicule and banter, will not; such weapons, bility, have pronounced it the production indeed, will only recoil upon the assailant. of a disguised infidel; and with difficulty But our author has, anticipated these aniwe should have believed, that it could be madversions, and his vindication is, that he the work of a Christian divine,“ earnestly has a right to treat thus cavalierly his contending for the faith once delivered to opponents. the saints." The tone of ridicule and sar

“ Falsehood has no claims upon courtesy, and casm, of apparent irreverence and impiety, error has no right to toleration ; and yet it is a which the writer assumes, in treating upon

notorious fact, that the doctrine of eternal prethe important and solemn theme of his dis- cates, merely by the exercise of a theological cussion, we are persuaded, is calculated to toleration, or by that of a theoretical connivance.'' produce this impression upon the mind of No! we beg the writer's pardon ; he every pious and judicious reader.

commits a notorious mistake. We will In the spirit and temper of his produc- venture, in the name of the advocates of tion, Mr. Jones is in every way unhappy. the doctrine of prescience, to affirm, that it Whatever may be his own opinion of the is retained in their creed as an article of doctrine of Divine prescience, and however settled and sincere belief; and we challenge impregnable in his view may be the argu- Mr. Jones to produce the shadow of proof ments by which he has defended that from the writings of orthodox divines, of opinion, the very worst policy has dictated his bold and unwarranted assertion. The his mode of attack. In proportion as an extract which he has made from a paper in error is prevalent, or confirmed by long the ninth volume of the Arminian Magastanding in the minds of men, especially zine, cannot be quoted as an authority, when it is associated with their religious since we are persuaded the crude statefeelings, an effort to expose, to overcome, ments which it contains, are not in unison and destroy it, should be prudent and wise. with the general opinions on this subject, of Difficulty, when duty commands us to the Wesleyan denomination. meet it, ought never to create fear; but it To identify this doctrine, as the writer should inspire caution. The task which does, with the most glaring religious errors our author has undertaken is bold in its de- which obtained during the darkness of the sign, and is attended by infinite difficulty middle ages, is a most unwarrantable liand hazard in the execution. He is not berty. When he has succeeded in conopposing the peculiarities of any religious vincing the world, by dispassionate rea. sect, however numerous and respectable, soning, of the error of this doctrine; when but he is combating a doctrine, which has he can convict mankind of yielding to it a place in every orthodox, and, we may say, mere verbal acknowledgment, after they in every religious creed. He is in arins suspect its truth, or are convinced of it's against Christendom. With the exception | falsity; when, by his, or any other hands,

science is retained in the creed of most of its advo

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