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ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR 1829.

A REVIEW.

THE REIGN OF WINTER.
AGAIN the brumal potentate,

Has his dark car ascended,
From arctic regions, sped by fate,

He comes with storms attended.
His bead 's with glittering hoar-frost crown'd,

His nose is red, like nectar,;
In snow-wrought mantle wrapt around,

He sways his icy sceptre.
The forest's sons, a sturdy race,

Declare his visitation ;
And, in his torpid, cold embrace,

Entomb'd sleeps vegetation.
The feather'd choirs now cease to sing,

Their minstrelsy symphonious ;
No more their notes the welkin ring,

Nor echo joins in chorus.
Terrific grandeur marks his mien-

Let man, by contemplation,
Behold the Power that bids him reign,

And bow with adoration.
So quickly do life's seasons pass,

On the first of the month, which I welcome and

bail, I'll balance accounts, and reriew my life's tale ; Like Janus,* wbo gave its cognomen, I'll try The past and the future to keep in my eye. I'll think of the past with a sorrowing soul, And the crystal of grief from my eyelids shall roll ; Then look on the future-Lord, pardon the errori None ever saw that, save in folly's false mirror. The past it is gone, and the future to me, If wisdom forbid it, I never may see ; Omniscience bath closed the volume-and mark, Save the page I am reading, the rest is all dark ! How solemn the musing, I'cannot look on, Through the ages to come, like Apocalypse John; The unknown prospective may not be explored, But the retrospective shall profit afford. Life's volume I'll read with compunction and grief, From the fifty-first bookt to the title-page leaf; I'll think of my course, and retrace it anew, And the map I'll submit to my worthy friend

DREW. The sins of my youth, the first link in the chain, Shall pass my review in reminiscent pain ;. By their mildewing blight, and a premature frost, The earliest buds of my comfort were lost. I have lost the sweet time of my fruit-budding

bloom, The morning of boyhood, the spring of perfume; A loss mines of jewels can never retrieve, And oceans of tears, though I ceaselessly grieve. Though silvery age has besprinkled my heal, And the heyday of life, with its vigour, hath fled ; Reminiscence sad, like a dark vision, steals The ghost of past vices still treads on my beels. How rosy the pathway in youth I design'd ! But the roses are past, and the thorns left behind ; The roses were folly's creations ideal; But not so the thorns, they are lasting and real. I wove me a chaplet of myrtle and flowers, And sunk to soft slumbers in pleasnre's gay

bowers : But woke on the brink of destruction and death, With the dark golf of hell roaring dismal beneath. Perdition around me, for mercy I cried ; But knew not the path-till the Cross I espied; It shed on the dark maze a silvery ray; And a voice whisper'd softly, “ Soul, this is the

way!' I gazed on the symbol of mercy and grace, The Covenant sign to a perishing race; I touch'd it, and quickly its virtue perceived, And peace, love, and pardon, were proofs I

believed.

And thus I still travel life's valley along,
The Word is my comfort, Salvation my song ;
I am saved by the Cross, for its virturs are such,
If

my wounds bleed afresh, they are healed by a touch!

Janus, from whom the month of January takes its name, was a native of Thessaly, and the son of Apollo. He is represented as bifrons, having two faces, because he was acquainted with the past and with the future. He holds the number 300 in one hand, and 65 in the other, to shew that he presides over the year. He presides over all gates, and shuts the old year and opens the new. His temple, which was always open in times of war, was shut only three times during 700 years : under Numa ; 235 B, C.; and under Augus, tus, when the Redeemer of mankind was born, * The Author's age.

F

So man in winter shrivels,
Then mowing death the mortal grass,*

To dust primeval levels!
But man shall like the spring arise,

Appear a new creation ;
May we be planted 'bove the skies,

To bloom without cessation !
Dartmouth.

J.M. M.

MUTABLE AND IMMUTABLE SCENES.
The sun ascends the orient sky,

With regal glory crown'd;
And with the radiance of his eye,

Enlivens all around.

But ere a quarter of his race

The glorious king has sped, How often is his smiling face

By gloomy clouds o'erspread! When zephyrs bland have breath'd around,

Like glass, the sea we've seen, But, suddenly, a storm has frown'd,

And changed the lovely scene.
We've oft admired the rose's charms,

With mid-day radiance graced;
But long ere night, in deathi's cold arms

We're seen the lower embraced.
The sun, the sea, the rose, combine,

Uncertainty to prove ;
And point us to the Power Divine,"

Who is unchanging love!
Vicissitude on things terrene

Is legibly imprest;
Misfortunes cloud man's brightest scene,

And joy's a transient guest.
We sinners are to trouble born,

“As sparks do upward tend,” Afiction's hear'n-appoint'd thorn

Does every bosom rend.
But for the Christian there remains

A paradise of rest,
Where pleasure unmolested reigns,

In ev'ry happy breast.
Yes! there the sun for ever pours

His emanations bright ;
No intervening cloud e'er low'rs.

To intercept the light.
Dartmonth.

J. M. M.

☆ Aets xxiv. 15.

* Isaiah xl. 6. 121,- VOL. XI.

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My full absolution hath pass'd the Great Seal,
Yet relics of evil I bitterly feel;
And though I am cheer'a by the “Spirit of truth,”
I cannot forgive me the sins of my youth !
My life is a volume of many a leaf,
But blots on the preface are sources of grief ;
I trust notwithstanding to make a good end,
When on life's latest page the sweet Finis is

penn'd.
O save me, Jeliovab, my Saviour and King!
Nor let youthful errors their dark shadows fling
On the nightfall of age, on the rest of the grave;
Shine, Light of the World," as I cross the last

wave! Worcester.

JOSHUA MARSDEN.

ISRAEL'S LAMENTATION IN CAPTIVITY.

By Babylon's polluted streams,

A weeping host, we sit ;
And Zion's bright and hallow'd beams,

With grief remember yet.
Unnoticed, from the willow bough,

The silent lyre depends ;
The psaltery stringless, tuneless now,

The stranger osier bends.
Ask ye, who bind our captive chains,

And bid us bend the knee
To idol gods in idol fanes,

The song of liberty?
Ask ye, whose unrelenting hate

Took Israel's pride away,
In mockery of our fallen fate,

For Zion's holy lay?
Oh ! far from Judah's smile removed,

From Israel's bliss to woe ;
How can we sing the song we loved,

To Israel's impious foe ?
This hand, so skill'd and tuneful yet,

Shall cold and palsied be,
Before my bleeding heart forget

To think, my home, of thee.
Yea, Solyma, if aught below

I e'er to thee prefer,
Then to my mouth my tongue shall grow,

And cleave in silence there,
Brampton Academy,

L. L.
July 15, 1828.

So I, by thy false smile deceived,

My verses to the world exposed,
But soon of every hope bereaved;

Soon all my brightest prospects closed.
For the stern critic's dire review

Hurl'd all the thunders of his rage ;
Relentlessly exposed me to

The scorn of each succeeding age.
Ah ! little dream'd I of that scorn,

When first I twined the laureat wreath;
I seized the rose, nor saw the thorn

That lurk'd so fatally beneath !
No more shall this sad heart rejoice,

For still the critic haunts my sight-
In every wind I hear his voice-

My thoughts by day, my dreams by night.
When'midnight round her darkness spread,

And earth was hush'd in calm repose!
I dream'd that oft beside by bed

His dreaded phantom slowly rose.
Upon his head a crown he wore,

Circled with wither'd leaves of bay ;
An iron pen his right hand bore,

Sad emblem of despotic sway!
With proud disdain he trampled down

Poor bards, who writh'd beneath in fear;
Then on me cast a scornful frown,

As be saluted thus my ear :
« Profane no more the poet's lyre,

“ That weeps when rudely swept by thee;
“And, till the muse thy song inspire,

" Dare aim not at sublimity !”
Loud scream'd the owlet to the wind,

The lightning lent a deadly flash;
Pale, meagre fiends their voices join'd,

And ecloed to the critic's lash !
Oh! why was I e'er born to feel

Keen sensibility's fine flame ?
Why did poetic thoughts e'er steal

With sweet delusion o'er my frame;
If I, incompetent to sing

The muse's soul-enrapturing strain;
And strike with trembling hand the string

Of Orpheus' sacred lyre in vain ?
Was it that I should brave the power

of every dark, un feeling mind ;
Or perish like the forest flower,

Beneath the bitter northern wind ?
How could my simple lays offend

Th’imperious tyrant o'er the muse;
Did I to vice with meanness bend,

And with her scenes my verse abuse ?
Soft were my notes, my numbers stole

Smooth as Illyssus' stream along ;
The fond effusions of my soul

Pour'd forth in many an artless song.
For every smiling dale and hill,

Sweet Philomela's warbling lay,
The murmuring of the winding rill,

Had charms to soothe all care away.
I sang of love, and every joy

That wakes th' impassion'd lover's heart :
Ruthless the hand that could destroy

My all, that life can e'er impart !
Life cheers no more-my soulis dead

To every feeling of delight;
Hope from my bosom's ever fed-

No more her pleasing scenes invite !
But dark despair and horror reign

Triumphant in this trembling breast :
Tis death alone can ease my pain,

And give to me eternal rest.
Then farewell honour, farewell fame,

I bid ye both a long adieu !
Ye tuneful Nine! accept the same,

Though parting rends this lieart in two.

LINES,
SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY H. K

WHITE, AFTER THE REVIEW OF HIS CLIFTON

GROVE.
Oh,'Fortune! wilt thou ne'er regard

The sufferings that are heap'd on me?
Why disappoint the anxious bard,

And blast those hopes he'd form'd of thee? How oft before thy throne I've knelt,

And paid due homage to thy shrine ; And what enlivening joys l've felt,

As fondly I have thought thee inine ! For on my infant strains you smiled,

And bade me seek a poet's fame; And oft my simple heart beguiled

With hopes of an immortal name. But ah ! thou vain, deceitful power,

(False when we think we're most thy care,) Thou crown'st thy votary for an hour,

Then frown'st, and leav'st the wretch-despair,
As tender buds in spring unfold
Their blossoins to mild Phoebus'

ray, Unconscious that e'er Boreas cold

May nip Their beauties in a day;

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70 Review.- The Works of James Arminius, It may perhaps be argued, that the

D. D. formerly Professor of Divinity synod of Dort condemned the doctrines in the University of Leyden. Translated and tenets of this venerable, but much perfrom the Latin. By James Nichols. secuted man. This fact his friends will 8vo. pp. 757. vol. ii. Longman, Lon- readily admit; but it must not be forgotten, don, 1828.

that the decisions of the councils of Trent When the first volume of this work was and of Constance furnish no criterion of submitted to our inspection, we gave an truth. Infallibility is not always an atextended review of its varied contents in tendant on synods. It must also be rethe columns of the Imperial Magazine; membered, that the divines assembled at since which period we have been waiting Dort pronounced their sentence without the appearance of the second, with more allowing any one to appear in the defence than common solicitude. A few weeks of the doctrines and tenets they condemned. since, this reached or hands, and so far as Witnesses, counsellors, interpreters, acciour examination has extended through its sers, judges, and executioners, were all memvoluminous and interesting matter, we find bers of one common family—all parties it in every respect equal to its predecessor; concerned, and all deeply interested in the and if we may be permitted to reason issue of their own deliberations, of which from analogy, we cannot but infer, that the no spirit of prophecy was necessary to foresee third volume, which still remains to com- the result. * A convocation thus constituted, plete the whole, will manifest the same vi- and thus conducted, is entitled to little more gorous spirit and uniform acuteness, which respect than if it had been denominated distinguish those that are now before the “ The Synod of Snort." world.

In several of his disputations, inserted in Were we disposed to credit many writers this volume, Arminius displays consummate who have mentioned the name, the cha- skill, and almost unexampled acuteness. It racter, and the theological sentiments as- cannot however be denied, that a considereribed to James Arminius, we should readily able portion of stiffness and formality enters conclude that he was one of the vilest he- into his reasonings, through which, to an retics of the age in which he lived, and inattentive reader, they will at times appear richly deserving the execration of all future somewhat obscure; but it must not be forgot. generations of the christian church. We ten that this was the fashion of the day, and have, however, had too much experience of common to all the writers of the age in which the artifices, frauds, and misrepresentations he flourished. Similar observations may of sect and party, to be deluded with their be made on his divisions and subdivisions sorceries. Many a worthy man, and valu- of the various topics which he examines, able writer, has been traduced, blackened, and his nice discriminations may sometimes and drawn in caricature, by his theological perplex and fatigue many of his readers. antagonists, whom it would have been an He surveys his subjects in all their branches honour for the calumniators to have imi- and bearings, viewing them in every attitated, rather than contaminate with sacri- tude in which they can be placed, and legious hands.

leaving nothing for any subsequent writer, It was the fate of John Goodwin to be on which he has not already touched, loaded by his opponents with nearly every

The remarks of the preceding paragraph opprobrious epithet that language could af- will particularly apply to the tenth disputaford ; and in the estimation of many, with tion, which relates to “The righteousness out doubt, through the baseness of his lying and efficacy of the providence of God contraducers, his name is associated with almost cerning evil.” This disputation may be every thing that can excite abhorrence and justly considered as a master-piece both of merit contempt. His life, however, by Jack- reasoning and acuteness; and however he son, published a few years since, has shaken may be accused of heresy by the advocates off the filth upon those by whom it had been of unconditional election and reprobation, collected and heaped upon him; and an we are decidedly of the opinion expressed exposure of the conduct of Prynne and by an eminent professor of divinity in one others has loaded their characters with in- of our universities, as inserted in a note, famy. In like manner,

during the lifetime p. 189, that “ any modern Arminian of Arminius, and even after he had found to avow the sentiments which Arminius repose in the grave, the Gomarists of the has here maintained, he would be instantly day, armed with tomahawks and scalping called a Calvinist.” knives, pursued his fame, his character, and In his disputation “On the free-will of kis writings, with all the rage of impious man and its powers,” Arminius has adrancour and unholy virulence.

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charges that have been brought against him. | Arminianism as heresy, have joined the He tells us in plain and unequivocal lan- common yell of condemnation, without guage, that “its powers are not only debi- knowing any thing of either. There was litated and useless, unless they be assisted a time when the writer of this article felt by divine grace, but it has no powers what the weight of these shackles, and he well ever, except such as are excited by divine recollects that something more than comgrace.” In the same disputation he asserts mon effort was necessary to snap them with equal clearness, that, when an indivi- asunder. Personal investigation, however, dual is brought into a state of conversion, soon taught him the folly of relying on the “ Whatever it may be of knowledge, holi- representations of others, and with the abnese, and power, is all begotten within him surdity of being terrified with the scareby the holy Spirit, who is on this account crows of opprobrious epithets, abusive called the Spirit of wisdom and under names, and frightful sounds. To all such standing, of counsel and might, of know- as are at this moment either smiling or ledge and the fear of Jehovah; the Spirit groaning beneath these mental fetters, reof grace; of faith ; the Spirit of adoption specting Arminius, we would recommend into sons; and the Spirit of holiness; and similar conduct. Let them examine attento whom the acts of illumination, regene- tively his life and sentiments, which appear ration, renovation, and confirmation, are in these volumes, and the delusion of trustattributed in the scriptures.”—p. 195. ing in the fidelity of sectarian delineations,

On the subject of divine predestination, will want no other evidence. several expressions may be found in his In favour of his exposition, as stated in disputation, more favourable towards Cal. the preceding paragraphs, Arminius has vinism than most of his demi-followers given many appropriate quotations from the would at present be willing to advance. ancient fathers, and from more modern diAt the time when Arminius flourished, the vines. Mere human authority indeed is Calvinists of his day raised against him the not argument; and never can become a cry of heresy; and the tremendous war. substitute for it. It should, however, alwhoop which they contrived to sound, ways operate to suspend prejudice, and drowned the voices of his friends that were prepare the mind for impartial investigalifted in his behalf, and forbade others to tion. The attainment of this state of imexamine the tenets, which they only saw in partiality is essential to the discovery of the distortions of condemnation. In this truth; and he who has it not, must remain disputation there are few expressions which enslaved to the opinions of others through modern Calvinists would not readily adopt, life. If this method were uniformly adoptbut many, which those who are called Ar- ed, we should find less reason to condemn minians, would reject, as bordering too others, than we unfortunately discover when closely on the dominions of fatal necessity. viewing them through the false optics of

In a dissertation on the seventh chapter ignorance and misrepresentation; and supof St. Paul's Epistle to the Romans, which ported by this principle, James Arminius occupies upwards of two hundred pages, would have escaped the reproaches and this celebrated man has been guilty of a anathemas with which bigotry has been crime, which perhaps the successors of his pelting him from the commencement of the opponents will not readily forgive. He has seventeenth century to the present hour. made sad havoc with Antinomian expe- Deriving our information thus from the rience, torn up by the roots the mighty fountain-head, we have been astonished at tree, in the branches of which the birds the manner in which his name and writings of the air had found a comfortable lodg- bave been traduced. To all his proposiment, and demolished many an edifice, in tions we by no means assent; nor are we which sin had long been accustomed to re. solicitous to bear his name by becoming pose in undisturbed tranquillity. A full and his followers. We have, however, found fair reply to what he has advanced, we feel such a prevailing influence of important satisfied has never yet made its appearance; truth over diminutive error, as not to be and it is certain that the English language ashamed of the name of Arminius, when can furnish on this point nothing, in energy, the tide of Antinomian invective pours its acuteness, comprehensiveness, minuteness unholy curses upon him; and urges its of investigation, and profundity of research, furious advocates to pass the sentence of to stand in comparison with what appears | irrevocable condemnation on writings, which in this translation.

in all probability they never read, and on There can be little doubt, that many sentiments with which they are but very thousands, having been taught from their partially acquainted. He who reads the cradles to view Arminius as a heretic, and works of this extraordinary man with atten

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tion, must be lost to all that is exalted in fit of the same laws of evidence, when severally

called upon to vindicate their claims to a place human nature, who does not hesitate to

among genuine and authentic works. Nor can pronounce him a heretic.

any reason be imagine, dat least any good reason, why some one of these authors should be excepted

from the operation of the principles that are ap: REVIEW.- The

plied to all others. No notion previously formed Process of Historical

of what is probable or possible, can be allowed Proof, exemplified and explained ; with to have the smallest influence in obstructing the Observations on the peculiar_Points of particular facts, on principles acknowledged to be

course of those deductions which are made from the Christian Evidence. By Isaac Tay- sound :-a notion may weigh against a notion, lor. 8vo. pp. 346. Holdsworth, Lon- or one hypothesis may be left to contend with

another; but an hypothesis can never be permitdon. 1828.

ted, even in the slightest degree, to counterba.

lance either actual facts, or direct inferences from The primary and ultimate design of the

such facts."-p. 1 to 3. author in this volume is, to analyze and investigate the nature of historical proof on In prosecuting his analogy, the author general grounds, and having established selects the writings of Herodotus, which bis leading propositions, to make an ap- all allow to be of great antiquity, and from plication of them to the books which com- the facts which they contain, and the perpose the sacred canon of scripture. Many manent realities to which they refer, their works of established fame, and undoubted authenticity is placed beyond the reach of authenticity, he very justly contends, have all reasonable doubt,

ended to us in the same manner as the Having given some biographical acsacred writings, and no reason can be count of Herodotus, Mr. Taylor proceeds fairly assigned why these should be thought to state, as an indisputable fact, that the spurious, while others, not one of which is Greek text of this author is well known to so well authenticated, are admitted to be have been extant before the invention of legitimate. This reasoning, and the con- printing,—thal he is quoted and mentioned clusion to which it leads, the author thus during a thousand years, in retrogression, states, in the commencement of his first namely, from A.D. 1150 to A.D. 150, and chapter.

from this latter date, to the time in which "That the specific design of the following pages this father of history flourished. Of these may be fully understood, the reader must imagine writings several Greek copies are still ex

a Roman literature had perished during the middle

tant, in libraries where they have slumages ; and that the Scriptures, like the works of bered for ages, bearing about them every Hesychius, and some other authors, had come down to modern times in a single copy ;-or only

mark of great antiquity, and all the eviin one of the ancient versions. This supposition

dence they could be supposed to possess, is far from heing extravagant ; for there were upon a supposition that they are the proseveral periods when the entire destruction of

duction of him whose name they bear, and ancient books seemed more probable than their preservation.

that he lived in the early age assigned to him “ If the Greek empire had been overthrown by by history. From the contemporary testithe Asiatic hordes a few centuries earlier than actually happened ;-if the incursious of the north- monies of other writers, in proof of the ern barbarians upon the southern natious had facts related by Herodotus, this argument

more simultaneous, and more extensively desolating than they were ;-if some

gains additional strength; and the whole, of the leaders of these invasions had not previously in its combined effect, enables Mr. Taylor imbibed a degree of respect for learning and religion ;-if Christianity had been extinguished even

to infer the authenticity of the history from for a single century ;-or if the system of mona. its genuineness. chism had not arisen and been maintained in the Having proceeded thus with Herodotus, church ;-on any of these suppositions, so far as we may calculate upon common probabilities, not

and fairly made out his conclusion from the a fragment, or scarcely a fragınent, of ancient lite premises, Mr. Taylor applies the whole

. If the Scriptures alone had survived the gene

argument to the sacred writings, adducing ral destruction of books,-and they had, in fact, a proof, as he advances, that nothing can be much higher chance of preservation than any other urged in favour of the venerable Greek, writings ;-and if, destitute of all external evi. dence, they had been anew sent forth among the that is not equally conclusive in favour of nations; they miglit well, on the strength of their intrinsic claims, have been accepted by mankind, Testament.

St. Paul, aud other writers of the New as in fact ttey are now accepted by thousands,

Testament. This application, supported Who, utterly ignorant of the historical grounds of by analogical facts, constitutes the greater belief, joyfully receive from them ‘a hope full of portion of the volume.

" But instead of this solitary and unauthenti- Of the sacred books, it is well known cated travsmission of the Scriptures, which we have here supposed, they have in fact been attended in

that the MSS. were in existence long betheir descent from distant times by a vast and

fore the invention of printing; they are various assemblage of ancient books-all passing still extant, and are open to inspection, bearby the same modes from age to age-all subjected ing every mark of great antiquity, such as to the same perils-all demanding therefore the same critical treatment, and all claiming the bene

might reasonably be expected, upon a

been somewhat

immortality:

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