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"Money; its Use and Abuse by Christians," is the title of a small, but able and scriptural, pamphlet, the second edition of which is before us, and deserves the serious consideration of wealthy Christians. It is published anonymously, but we know the author to be a pious layman, who has done not a little to extend the cause of Christ.

"The Present State and Claims of London," by R. AINSLIE, is a valuable sermon, preached in aid of the London City Mission, to which Society its whole profits are devoted. Its facts are astounding, and its plea is urgent. It ought to be read in connexion with Mr. Harris's sermon, and the effect of the combined labours of these two Christian ministers would be truly good. It is published by Seeleys.

Our publishers have just issued, in very small books, neatly bound and gilt, separately printed, the Epistles to the Romans, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, to Timothy and Titus, and those by James, Peter, and John. They are wondrously cheap, none of them exceeding sixpence; and their usefulness for the reticule or waistcoat-pocket will be found very great.

"A Brief History of the Church of Christ," from the German of the Rev. C. G. BARTH, is a comprehensive and concise little volume of ecclesiastical history, worthy of the Religious Tract Society, by whom it is published. It breathes a fine spirit of piety; and its wood-engravings will make it very acceptable to the

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The Rev. W. DAVIS, of Hastings, has made a very interesting little addition to his former valuable works, entitled, "The Narrow Way; or, Cautions and Directions for the Young." We affectionately commend it to their attention.

THE FIELD OF DEATH.

Ir requires no time for imagination to call up unseen realities, or to transport itself to past and future ages; and faith can rest upon things unseen, and upon the most distant futurity, as intently and as firmly as sight upon present things and passing events. It is profitable in the highest sense, amidst the cares, and bustle, and hopes of this world, to indulge, not a wild and wandering, but a sacred and scriptural imagination, which calls up in authorized forms those unseen realities, which bear an awful relation to our present condition. Who that will do this can have his mind engrossed and enslaved by things seen and temporal." While he mingles with unseen and future realities, and dwells upon the hidden scenery which revelation discovers, he feels the sacredness and the responsibilities of his passing hour. Born but yesterday, and living for a day, I need not bury my soul in the present and the visible. There are other realities, in which I am infinitely more concerned. I love to recal the imagery of ages past, which history and scripture warrant, and to throw myself into the midst of that untried futurity, of which inspiration portrays the instructive and awful scenery.

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Often when walking the streets of our great and busy city, do I turn away my mind from the passing scenes, and lose myself in the vivid conception of the unnoticed realities which have a present existence of the revealed realities, which I conceive are yet to have existence on the very ground we now VOL. VI.

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tread upon- and never with deeper interest than upon Trinity church-yard, that "FIELD OF DEATH,” situated at the very confluence of the business and pleasure of our city. From what a commanding position, and with what a ghastly aspect, thought I, does Death look down upon the great arena † of our city's business. How he seems, with his hundred thousand victims, to block up the very avenue of our wealth, our speculations, and our commerce; and what a chilling frown meets the expecting and the successful speculator, as he strives to pass by unheeding and unheeded. Did they see the frown of Death-did they see his heaps of long-slain victims, piled rudely upon heaps, what an appalling thrill and dread would come upon the throng who give all their activity and earnestness to the gettings of this fleeting hour. How are their eyes holden that they see him not? Was it for nought that he who directs the destinies of our citizens, whose providence concurs with the gracious invitations of his word to lay hold on eternal life, should have placed on such a commanding eminence Death's crowded field! Oh, was it for nought that the parade, and fashion, and pride, which glory in the vanishing realities of the moment, must all pass the field of Death ?-that vanity must strut and vapour its fleeting hour, that giddy, thoughtless folly should all day long tread on the border of the field of Death?

It is ascertained that more than 100,000 persons have been interred in Trinity church-yard alone; and it has long been impossible to inter one, without disiuterring another.

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How silent is this crowded field! crowd so still! They utter no complaints; they teach no lesson, save with the silent eloquence of Death. Once they were moved by our motives, and mingled in the affairs of men; but now how silent! The rattle of the crowded streets disturbs them not. The anxieties, and hopes, and desires, which hold the passing throng of living mortals in eager pursuit, and which mingle with the air from a multitude of tongues, as all day long the ceaseless procession of "a proud, and gay, and gain-devoted city" passes on, disturb not the breathless silence of the field of Death. If the sun shine, or the heavens blacken; if summer cover their habitation with the green grass and the flowering shrub, and gently wave the foliage of its elms and willows with its southern breeze; or if winter strip away the vegetation of the field of Death, and overspread it with an icy covering, howling among the surrounding tenements of the living, around the death-environed church, and across the graves-this mighty congregation heed it not. The sabbath, with its symphony of prayer and praise, seeming to disenthral the death-field of its terrors; the week-day, with its jar, and noise, and confusion, are alike to them. Along the avenues of business and pleasure they cast no anxious looks. Who owns the real estate; who manages the banks; whose richly-laden ships come safety into port; who rolls in splendour, and who rules the state—they ask not, care not. Gathered from the east, and from the west, the children of two continents and many islands here sleep together. The rich and the poor, the honour

able and the base, crowd each other in their narrow house-moulder and mix their earthly frames together. They lie unnoticing, but not unnoticed. He who sustained their living frames watches their -sleeping dust. The fair and garnished habitation here lies in ruins. But the immortal tenants stay not in this field of Death. It is sown with the bodies, not with the spirits of men. They live, but where? Oh, who can tell me where? Live they in the bliss of heaven, or in the pains of hell?

We know not where; yet we believe that, to every ruined habitation, there is, in some untried region, a living but absent spirit. As many bodies moulder sown in earth, so many spirits live, awaiting the day of their reunion. Immortal spirits wait to reoccupy their long-deserted habitations, and often cast a look through the distance to those mouldering ruins, once so precious, now so vile, and yet again to be restored by the power of God.

When the walls of Trinity shall have been many times rebuilt, and have served a thousand generations as the temple of earthly worship; when many ages more shall have rolled over the sleeping thousands of this crowded death-field; when the vacant squares of our wide extended city shall be each a garden of the dead; when many millions shall have slept with us and with our fathers, and mingled quietly with the dust of the island of our habitation; when, after many ages of the reign of Jesus, countless millions await a glorious resurrection, and Satan, for a little season, beguiles again the sons of men

Then, on such a morning as I now behold, when

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