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we would commend a cold and formal tivity, and brings its noblest powers system of religion, and discourage into healthful exercise. The brightthe ardent and irrepressible desires of est talents are consecrated in unan overflowing heart. Oh, no! that reserved devotion to the service of religion which is destitute of enthusi the Lord; and the deep tide of love asm wants an important proof of its which rises in the heart of a Christian, heavenly origin. The dweller in some bears him fearless on through many ice-bound region may pass his wintry a perilous enterprise and toilsome days in the coldness of a frigid insen- undertaking. In moments of wearisibility, but he whose home is cast ness and difficulty, when all outward beneath the genial beams of a cloud stimulus has ceased, he is sustained less sun, must have caught its glow. by the never-failing principle which ing influence. The Gospel of Jesus regulates all his actions. Christ, wherever it meets with a cor- May this principle, dear young dial reception, arouses every dormant friends, be yours. energy of the mind into life and ac

C. C.


After the exposition was over, we sang that hymn which begins with

“Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive!

Let a repenting sinner live.”

I FORGET whether you remember that we have two nephews and a niece (orphans) in whom we have always felt particularly interested. A— , the eldest, has been abroad in the West Indies and Canada, and having lately returned to England, he was living at a club-house in London, among the officers of the “regiment, in which he was a lieutenant. We heard he was looking ill. and went to see him, and perceiving how ill he really was, we invited him to come and stay with us in the country, for change of air. He came, and we felt much anxiety respecting his spiritual state; for it was evident to us and to others that death was upon him, but we had no indications of preparation for his great change until the memorable Sunday, the 28th of August. He said to me on that memorable afternoon, “that if we would only have our own servants in at evening family prayer, he should wish to attend; but that when the neighbours were admitted, the room was so close he could not breathe.” Of course, his wish was complied with, and his uncle took the 1st verse of the 8th chapter of Romans, “There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh but after the spirit;" upon which he spoke at some length.

When all had left the room but his uncle and myself, A-- burst into tears, saying, “There is no hope for me, I am such a sinner!” His uncle thanked God mentally for this proof that His Spirit was given him, and which appeared so wonderfully to have convinced of sin. We then told our dear nephew that “the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin, and though his might be red like crimson they should be white as snow.” Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, our dear invalid continued earnestly to seek for pardon, and on Wednesday afternoon he said to me, “I am beginning to see much clearer into the way and plan of salvation than I ever expected to do.” The following Saturday I went up to bid him good night, as I always did, after he was in bed, and observed he was in tears, but I left the room without seeming to notice them. The next morning, when he came down stairs, his sister being in the room with me, he said, “After you left me last night, aunt, I had all my sins brought fresh before my mind, and

for some time I felt as if I must be lost for ever, and I was miserable! but, by and by, faith was given to me, and I was enabled to see the efficacy of the blood of Christ to wash away all my sins, and to reconcile me to God, and the peace, comfort, and joy I felt no one can believe.”

He lived after this only to the 14th September, but he never lost his confidence. His faith increased daily, and he received every Scriptural truth with the docility of a little child. He now expressed a wish to see a friend, who had formerly spoken to him upon religious subjects, but to whom he then turned a deaf ear. But no sooner were his natural powers sanctified by Divine Grace, than he begged this gentleman might be sent for, and he came, and rejoiced to see exempli. fied in our dear sufferer, that promise-“thy people shall be willing in the day of my power.” One fine

evening, a few days before his death, as this friend was sitting by him, on the lawn before the house, and admiring the peaceful country scene before them, he asked him-if he did not enjoy it ? He replied, “ Yes, but I have such inward peace, that I feel outward things make little difference to me. I could be quite as happy in a garret in London, as here.” It was delightful to be with him, and to behold the power of Divine Grace in turning the rebel into a child. In reading Scripture he chose all those portions descriptive of the pardoned sinner; such as the 7th of Luke, from the 36th verse, &c. What a happy instance of Divine power and mercy was this dear young officer, when he laid down his arms of rebellion at the feet of his Heavenly King, and enlisted in that army, named in Rev. xx. 14, “ clothed in fine linen, white and clean.”



(For the Christian Guardian.)

“A pious child in India, when dying, called to his mother for some flowers. She gave him some; but separating his favourite from all the others, he said, I only want the rose, Mamma!'-From a Letter by Mrs. Fletcher, in Chorley's Memorials of Mrs. Hemans. Vol. I. p. 182.

To her sick child a mother brought | And thus when death approaches near, Some flowers, with those rich odours And whispers in the Christian's ear fraught

That now his days must close, Which summer's breath bestows; | In vain you tell him Fame will fling The dying boy his fingers laid Flowers on his grave through many a Upon his favourite flower, and said, spring“I only want the Rose.”

He only wants the Rose.

Oh, thus, when o’er the sinner's soul | He only asks to view the face
Dread thoughts of coming judgment

Of Jesus, Lord of Love and Grace, roll,

Where Heaven's sweet sunlight And Hope no refuge shows;

glows; The flowers of pleasure lose their hue, Long have earth's gaudiest flowers For Christ he sighs, the Good, the for him True

Been scentless, colourless and dim He only wants the Rose.

He only wants the Rose.

M. N.


(For the Christian Guardian.)


In more than one instance it is recorded, that the garments in which the martyrs suffered had been expressly prepared for the occasion by friends.

In cloisters old, the weary nun

Toiled, with her wasted hands, Till the fair altar-cloth was done

A gift for Christian lands.

| Oh never yet, by fingers small,

Was wrought a work so fair
As hers, whose shining tear-drops fall

Amongst her loosened hair :

Deftly, the cunning needle wrought, Their mother toiling silently,
With silk and twisted gold,

With the rude hempen thread, Till many a dim monastic thought | And folding, calmly, on her knee By flower and leaf was told.

The raiment of the deadAnd when, on high and solemn days, Raiment that never shall be wound It glimmered from the shrine,

About the martyr's clay, The church accounted Mary's praise, Where kindly hands have shaped the Pale sister! surely thine.


And torn the weeds away.
And erring, read amongst the flowers,
Sweet rose and lily white,

Woe! woe! for him no grave is made Thy title to the blessed bowers

Amongst the fragrant grass, That feel no earthly blight. Where often, in the yew-tree shade,

The blithe wood-robins pass. False dream! yet who would coldly say,

No forest bird will hover near Frail hands and aching eyes,

The red and blazing brands, Busied the long bright summer-day, And not a cup of water clear Were only worldly wise ?

Will shine in friendly hands. If fervent hearts so wrought for Him, The human flesh, the woven shroud, On whom the spikenard fell,

Like a frail parchment scroll, When Christian truth was burning | Must shrivel in the fiery cloud, dim,

But not the Christian soul; It was accepted well.

For that a brighter crown shall wear And yet a fairer work, I deem,

Than England's Romish queen, Was wrought by hands as true, And that a greener palm shall bear Struggling with tear-drops in their Than living eyes have seen.

stream, The holy task to do.

And so she toileth patiently,

Twining the hempen thread;
Open some chamber, in the day The morrow's woe full soon shall be,
When pity there was none,

For, lo! the skies are red.
And while the sunlight fades away,
Behold what there is done.

Brave heart! that failed not in the

fight Methinks it is the vigil-night

Amid the gnawing flame; Of some true martyr's doom, True heart! that toiled that mournful And children, with their faces bright, night

Are wond'ring at the gloom. ! Till the dread morrow came. JUNE-1845.


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TRAVELS IN FRANCE AND SPAIN, chiefly in the year 1844, by the

Rev. F. TRENCH, in Two Volumes, 12mo., pp. 648, London: Bentley. Do Christians ever make mere plea- of foreign rambling, to forsake homesure tours? is an inquiry to which an duties, that they may gratify curiosity answer in the affirmative will too by the exciting incidents and novel readily be given. And yet, remem- adventures of continental travel? We bering the deep responsibilities which are not speaking of the evils attendant gather round the Christian, it is an on such excursions; we confine our answer which ought never to be given attention to their object. But it may He is not his own, for he is bought be alleged that the mind is expanded, with a price; he has surrendered and knowledge is increased, and the himself to another's will, and he is bygone events of history are vividly bound-bound it is true by willing recalled by a sight of places which are ties, but still bound-to an eternal still eloquent of the past. All this service. And if his body and his may be true ; but the charge of selfspirit are God's, surely all else that gratification is not by it refuted. he has is God's. His time therefore Whether the selfism be that of pleabelongs to his Divine Master. Not sure, intellect, or even religion, still if only is he forbidden to waste it, but it be selfism, it is unworthy of the he is forbidden to employ it for him- Christian character. And, alas, in self. Like his other talents it is to be how many narratives of travels which traded with for his Lord's advantage. come before us, do we trace an entire And on time a special value has been forgetfulness of the fact that we ought stamped, since, as it has been well always to be about our Father's busiobserved, "God demands a seventh ness! In how many of such narrąportion of our time, while he only tives, narratives too written by prorequires a tenth of our wealth.”* Has fessed disciples of Christ, do we look this value been properly estimated and in vain for an exemplification of the recognized by those who confess same spirit which actuated Him who themselves stewards for God? Alas, “went about doing good.” We have we fear that, passing by the manifold beautiful scenery, almost as beautiproofs to the contrary at home, the fully pourtrayed; cathedrals, chatravels abroad of those who bear the teaux, towns, villages, &c., interestChristian name, too sadly furnish'a ingly described ; remarks, lively and long record of days, weeks, monthş, profound, on men and manners, and and years absorbed by schemes of all the adventures and misadventures self-gratification.

of a ramble abroad amusingly told; Are these things so? If they are, but we notice no word spoken in due ought they to be so? Ought Chris season ; no seed scattered by the way; tian families, ought Christian clergy no doing good unto all men as oppormen, in compliance with the fashion tunity is given.

* Vide“ Guesses at Truth.” Still, though we fear they are few,

we believe that some whô journey into realize his Lord and Master's comother lands, do so under a deep feeling mand : “As ye go, preach."" of their avowed dedication to God's service, and under the influence of a At Orleans, he found a considerable truly Christian motive. In this mino- number of Protestants, at least suffirity the author of the work now under cient to form a good congregation, notice appears to rank himself. under the care of Mr. Rossellotry.

Here, on Sunday, Mr. T. heard a clear “ From the commencement of my statement of the truth; and in a subexcursion,” he says, “I was desirous sequent conversation with Mr. R. and that the absence from home should his wife, “ he heard that their Church not be without those accompanying was prospering; that many Roman objects and aims in accordance with Catholics had joined the Protestant the character of a clergyman of the

Communion; that they had ColporChurch of England : and when the

teurs for the distribution of the Scripjourney was prolonged, I became still

tures and religious Tracts, and that more anxious on the subject. I will

no persecution, of any moment, was not hesitate to notice what these ob

at present exercised against them in jects and aims were, under the sense the place.” While thus engaged in of the responsibility for time, attention, conversation, a distribution of reliand interest, attached to one occupy

gious books was going on in the next ing the position of a minister.”

room, and a class receiving instrucHe goes on to state, that he had in

tion in Church music. The Orphan

Asylum was visited. The last report view to ascertain the respective positions which Popery and Protestantism

of this institution shows its efficiency:

and its value is illustrated by the fact maintain in France; and to take every opportunity of affording to his coun

that, except where received into some trymen abroad his pastoral ministra

such asylum, the orphan children of tions. With this aim, this “melos,

Protestants fall under Popish influhe continued a journey which origi

ence, and are almost sure of being nated in a desire of benefiting his

educated in the faith of Rome. Mr.T. health. We purpose, though of ne

had an interesting interview with M, cessity hastily, to follow him in his

Bruit, who had recently quitted the

Church of Rome; “ salvation by carrying out of such intentions, and

grace and Christ's finished work therefore must excuse ourselves from any critique on his work viewed sim

seemed the very joy of his heart.” At ply as a traveller's narrative.

a later period he met, at Toulouse, While at Rouen, Mr. French de

M. Maurette, also a Romish priest layed his departure, that he might

formerly, now a Protestant pastor, administer the ordinance of Baptism;

From Orleans he passed to Tours, and surrounded by forty or fifty per

four miles from which is situated sons, chiefly connected with the rail

the Agricultural Colony of Mettray, way, he had what seems to have been

an institution of general approval in a very interesting service. Seven

France. “The objects of its care are children were baptised, and “the

youths who have subjected themselves French servants, and other inmates

to legal punishment," but who are of the house looked on with much

not hardened beyond hope of ameliocuriosity and interest.”

ration. Religion forms one branch of At the con

their education; but what kind of clusion, he says

religion will be evident if we give an “One man came up and told me extract from a Sermon, recently that he had heard me preach before, preached by the Archbishop of Tours, both at Reading and Southampton. at the consecration of a church built I trust that many opportunities of for the institution : exercising my ministry will be granted to me during my journey: the minis- “O Marie ! pourrai-je oublier que ter of Jesus Christ, when in adequate ce temple auguste est dédié sous votre health, should ever remember and invocation! Vierge fidèle, consolatrice

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