scription. If the author is a minister, why need he shun to acknowledge what we presume he hath preached. If he is a layman, we should, had we been at his elbow, have suggested his presenting his cogitations in some other shape. The discourse possesses no peculiar merit either in language or in elucidation, and though not contrary to sound doctrine, contains nothing worthy of particular com

mendation.

Seven Sermovs, Founded on the Messages to the Apocalyptic Churches. By Edward Andrews, L L: D. Sermon II. From the Epistle to the Church of Smyrna. 12mo. pp. 24.

London: Palmer and Son.

TIMIDITY in reference to temporal troubles, is the particular sin which is pointed at in the present discourse. The author treats first of our exposure to trouble; secondly of our disposition to exaggerate, to rebel, to recollect in contrast former joys, to contrive schemes to avert trouble, and to forget in our trouble a God who alone can deliver us out of them; thirdly, he shews the various sources of encouragement to God's people, which should lead them to fear none of those things which they should suffer."

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perhaps of children; the shutting of doors softly; the significant silence of medical science: the hopeless alacrity of affectionate domestics; and the mind wrought up to take, if not the last farewell, at least to enter on a conversation which admits it to be

approaching. And then the pallid look, the rolling eye, and the outstretched hand; and perhaps the sobbings sobbings of conscious departure, intermixed with domestic appeals, and holy texts: and so in the death of children, the recent toy fouud in the garden carelessly left by little hands that will grasp it no more: and the imagined tomb, in the midnight hour, when the mother thinks of the pitiless rain upon the decent entablature; when she can no longer carry refreshment to the child whom she once cherished so carefully. This is one of those stings and pangs which no fortitude can evade and we unjustly declare every one to be without feeling who feels less.

"Alas! but clay sinks under such difficulties. The immortal spark of piety is sometimes almost quenched by this shower . . . . this soul rain. Ah, bitter are the tears that man's aching eye sheds in the torturing hour. It is hard to tread over the wreck of twenty years, or months, or days; . . . . to invoke the departed and therefore the answering; to bend over the autumnal ruin of yellow leaves; to people vacancy with recollections as strong as life; and to find my whole day's walk only over the earthquaked spoil of all I knew to be dear and lovely, and thought likely to endure."

sensible to the insulted Author of our benefits if every path were strewed with rose-buds of delight, and every whispering wind told only of prosperity!"

My First Sermon. Preached, August 21. 1823, at Waterloo Road Chapel London. By Charles Drawbridge. 12mo. pp. 12. Lodnon: Higham.

THERE seems something rather curious in an author raking up, after so long a repose, a sermon preached seventeen years ago, for he does not tell us it was published previously; it must therefore be the effort of a most retentive memory, or did the author preach a written discourse? These thoughts arose in our minds when reading the title, but when reading the Sermon, we forgot all about its history in its merits. It is a most excellent discourse, and the paragraph which we shall gratify our readers by extracting, reminds us of some of the energetic, soul-warming oratory of the celebrated Welsh preacher Christmas Evans.

We are called with a personal call. Blessed be God there is no mistake or blunder in heaven's proceedings, God hath time and room enough to call his sons out one by one, insomuch that it never occurred in his divine manifestations, that he hath personally called those whom he hath not eternally loved, or personally loved those whom he hath not personally called; all his perfectly, wisely, and permanently done in this precious acknowledgment of saints. On Calvary Mercy called the roll, every sheep of Christ was clearly and distinctly mentioned by name, the Lamb's book of life shone with refulgent characters of grace and glory, as Mercy held it up, and read aloud to the joy of Christ, the glory of the Father and the Holy Spirit, the wonder of angels, the triumph of saints, and the confusion of devils. Justice enumerated their individval sins upon

tha head of Christ, love laid them upon the heart of Christ, and name and sin met together there, there they were identified and incorporated, there they were visited and atoned for.

Wisdom claimed justification for her children-Power upheld the mighty load-Faithfulness produced the bond of the covenant, seconded by Love Justice took it and steeped it in the Almighty Saviour's blood, then handed it, reeking with purity such as Jewish victim never could boast, to Mercy, who laid it upon the Lamb's book of life, even upon the names of all the election of Grace, then she shut the book in triumph, and the purple streams of blood flowed richly over the characters of Love in which the names of all the elect were then enrolled. She stretched her snowy wings and soared aloft, keeping the hallowed treasure until the King of Glory rose, then in heaven's high glory mid the smiles of our Father and the praises of our brethren, she delivered the book sealed as it was with perfection in the blood of the Lamb, unto him that sat upon the throne: from his right hand then shall Judah's Lion and Heaven's Lamb, shortly take that book, while all heaven shall join the chorus of praise, but only bloodwashed, blood-registered sons shall sing, thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood, out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; and hast made us unto our God, kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.”

The Sunday Scholar's Book. 12mo. pp. 38. London: Hamilton and Co.

THIS little work supplies the proper pronunciation of the names of persons and places mentioned in scripture, with the meanings in English, besides various useful tables. For all those who have not access to larger publications it will be found very serviceable.

THE WISH OF THE LAWGIVER.

He stands on the commanding height,
Of Pisgah's lofty brow;
And sees with unrestrained delight,
The promised land below.

With glance prophetic he surveys,
The region all around;

And from the scroll of future days,
Learns which is holy ground.

His breast some faint regrets may feel,
He may not cross the stream;
That the bright view from Pisgah's hill,
Is all that's granted him!

But this wakes not the earnest prayer,
For he could gaze on high;
And know that when he mounted there,
All thoughts of earth would die.

No! when he urged the fervent word,
That he might tread the place;
The goodly mountains of the Lord-
The Lebanons of grace-

Fain would he in the garden rove,
By Kedron's sable tide,
Gethsemane, the olive grove,
And where the Saviour died.

The Tabor where with one bright beam,
He dazzled Peter's eye;
The tomb in which they buried him,
And where he soared on high,

For surely when he read the scroll,
Of Judah's future years;

This seemed the substance of the whole,
Of all their hopes and fears.

In all the gorgeous pomp which filled,
Moriah's splendid fane;
In type and promise he beheld,
The Lamb for sinners slain.

This gave to Canaan's land a glow,

And to the Hebrew race; Which other nations never know, And gilds no other place. Saviour, like Moses I would pray, Bestow the eye of faith;

Let me thy suffering scenes survey,
Thy triumphs, and thy death.
And while with mental glance I see,
The mystic vision move;
Lord! sweetly whisper 't was for me,
And fill my soul with love.

REZENEB

THE SAINT SUPPORTED IN THE HOUR

OF DISSOLUTION.

Oh what heights of bliss amazing,
My transported soul can see ;
When o'er Jordan's waters gazing,
I behold what's promised me :
When with Jesus,

I shall spend eternity.

Like a caged bird then my spirit,
Longs its pinions to unfold;

All impatient to inherit,

And to tread the streets of gold:
Safely sheltered,

In the pastures of the fold.

Though the passage seems so gloomy,
Faith my courage shall renew;
Hark, my Lord is whispering to me.
He'll support my footsteps through:
I will trust him,

Knowing he can all things do.

Blissful truth, what more reviving,
As my end is drawing near;
Glorious views my spirit giving,
Of celestial bliss to cheer:
While around me,
Angels wait to take me there.

Farewell world, we part for ever

Now I feel the damps of death; Though my mortal frame may quiver, Peaceful I resign my breath;

In Christ was, long ere sunk in sin;
In Christ when our first parents fell,
In Christ can never sink to hell.
In Christ descending from on high,
In Christ when in the manger lie;
In Christ when suffering toil and pain,
In Christ with him shalt ever reign.
In Christ when in the garden seen,
In Christ when loaded with our sin;
In Christ when nailed upon the tree,
In Christ from all eternity.

In Christ when in the darksome tomb,
In Christ the resurrection morn;
In Christ ascending up on high,
In Christ shall dwell above the sky.
In Christ redeemed from sin and thrall,
In Christ are justified withal;

In Christ the Lamb for sinners slain,
In Christ for ever must remain.
In Christ a Father's face we see,
In Christ adopted we are free;
In Christ our Elder Brother live,

In Christ new covenant blessings have.
In Christ betrothed ere time began,
In Christ admire the wondrous plan;
In Christ united live in peace,

In Christ shall dwell with him in peace.
In Christ we have a Husband dear,
In Christ a Friend that 's ever near;
In Christ a Brother born to be,
In Christ through all adversity.
In Christ my debts are all discharged,
In Christ my soul remains at large;
In Christ an Advocate I have,
In Christ my Intercessor live.
In Christ perceive his sceptre sway,
In Christ my king love to obey,
In Christ my soul 's instructed well,
In Christ secure from death and hell.
In Christ a door is open wide,
In Christ rich bounties are supplied;
In Christ a fountain full and clean,
In Christ am cleansed from every stain.
In Christ the Rock am built upon,
In Christ the true Foundation Stone;
In Christ behold a Hiding-place,
In Christ a Refuge in distress.
In Christ life, light, and peace to me,
In Christ my All in All 1 see;
In Christ the way from sin and hell,
In Christ the way to bliss as well.
In Christ I'll boast though sin annoy,
In Christ the source of all my joy;
'In Christ my prayers to heaven arise,
In Christ the word of truth I prize.
In Christ perceive my state secure,
In Christ all 's ordered safe and sure;
In Christ arrayed in gorgeous robes,
In Christ shall triumph o'er my foes.
In Christ the bride adorned appears,
In Christ her Husband's glory shares;
In Christ when sorely tried within,
In Christ when harrassed much through sin.
In Christ when Satan tempts to doubt,

In Christ a victory we shall shout.
In Christ when sickness lays us low,
In Christ when trembling here below;
In Christ when unbelief arraigns,
In Christ 'midst all our fears and pains.
In Christ through time with all its woes,
In Christ when death our eyes shall close;
In Christ thro' Jordan's streams shalt sing.
In Christ rejoice o'er death and sin.
In Christ his lovely face shalt see,
In Christ all-glorious we shall be ;
In Christ with blood-bought saints shalt sing,
In Christ our ever-livin king.
St. Ives.

W.

C*****LL.

LEBANON LEAVES.

"And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah. for they were bitter: therefore the name of it was called Marah. And the people murmured against Moses, saying, What shall we drink? And he cried unto the Lord, and the Lord shewed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet,"-Exod. xv. 23-25. Lord, wheu at Marah and at Rephidim, Thy thirsting Israel sought a cheering draught And found the stream was bitter; when their hope,

Bent 'neath the crush of an unlooked for weight

Of grievous disappointment, gracious still,
Nor hindered by their fretful murmurings,
Thou didst supply an antidote which gave
New virtue to the waters. Dimly Lord—
Like him whose sight thou gradual didst
restore,

And who like trees beheld his fellow men-
Methinks I read the gospel of the type,
And see thyself within the metaphor.
Like Israel I am in a wilderness,
Like Israel I had fondly nursed a hope,
Which I like Israel found delusory :
Rebellion in my heart like them of old
Broke forth in loud repinings. Let the type
All gracious Lord, continue in my history:
The healing tree which makes the waters