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scantlings that shall bear a proportion to its size ; rolled and fashioned by the dock-side from the iron ingots, by tools of giants, one sole heat sufficing to give its permanent form in the structure; built in sufficient compartments, that shall defy leakage, though riddled as a colander; strong as Atlas to crush the rocks on which it may strike; swift as the saltsea shark, with artist-fins of metal work; laughing to scorn, like an ocean-monarch, the irate cachalot that sometimes sinks the whaler in its fury; mocking at fire, like the iron horse of the rail ; coated with rust-proof enamel ; furnished with apparatus to change the salt wave into the mountainwater ; provided with iron cellars, to arrest the decomposition of fresh food for all time ; furnished with hermetic gardens, with machine-music, with books, paintings, and sculpture, with warmth and coolness at will, with armed strength to bid all ocean-rovers defiance; an ocean-palace, moving over the face of the waters whithersoever its ruler listeth.”





And now, brethren, we come to the LAST MEMORABLE event, which terminated the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth ; and, in order that we may perceive all its importance, let us bring together different ages and places.

Suppose yourselves, then, for an instant, to be spectators of the deaths of Socrates and of Jesus of Nazareth.. Transport yourselves, in imagination, to the prison at Athens, and to the foot of the cross on Calvary; and, while you survey the last hours of both, compare and weigh the degree of constancy and magnanimity which they each evinced. The Greek philosopher, after calmly conversing with his friends, drank off the fatal cup of hemlock, which had been prepared for him. As it took effect very slowly, and without pain, death

* From a Sermon by the Rev. Thomas Hartwell Horne, on Good Friday, * Xenophon's “Memorabilia Socratis," lib. iv., c. 8.

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flowed insensibly into his veins. He felt its advance without emotion; and he ceased to speak, only when the poison, having reached his heart, gently stopped the spring of life. What was there in such a death to fill a wise man with dismay ? Let us hear Socrates himself, whose words have been preserved to us by one of his most illustrious disciples.

“If," he said, in conversation with a most intimate friend, and in the full expectation that he should be condemned to death, my life should still be prolonged, it can hardly be but the infirmities of old age will likewise come upon me. My sight will fail, my hearing will grow heavy, and my understanding much impaired; so that I shall feel it more difficult to learn, as less easy to retain what I have learned already; deprived too of the power of performing many of those things which heretofore I have excelled in. And if, after all, I should become insensible to these decays, still, life would not be life, but a wearisome burden.". Alluding to his being unjustly condemned to death, he added :-“If I die wrongfully, the shame must be theirs who put me wrongfully to death.”......

.“ I am persuaded that, if I now die, I shall be held in far higher estimation by those who come after me, than by any of my judges, since posterity will not fail to testify concerning me, that I neither wronged, nor yet by my discourse corrupted, any man; but, contrariwise, strove throughout life, to the utmost of my power, to make all those who conversed with me happy."* Such was the point of view in which Socrates considered his decease. Far from presenting to him the image of pain and suffering, it actually furnished him with an antidote to death; which he regarded as a physical good, since it translated him into that future state towards which all his wishes were directed, by a short and easy way, that, strictly speaking, was only a gentle slumber. Thus the death of Socrates, calmly conversing with his friends, appears to have been the most agreeable which could be desired: but what a contrast is there between it and the death of Jesus Christ!

Jesus, knowing all” the “ things that were to come upon Him,” (John xviii. 4,) had them present to His mind, with all their horrors : in fact, His passion and death commenced in the garden of Gethsemane. The anguish of His soul produced a most extraordinary effect on His bodily organs. While “His sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground,” (Luke xxii. 44,) “His soul was exceeding sorrowful, even unto death.” (Matt. xxvi. 38.) Being in an agony, He prayed more earnestly, O My Father! if it be possible, let this cup pass from Me.” To this deprecation, extorted by extreme suffering, instantly succeeded the most profound resignation. “ Nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou wilt.” (Matt. xxvi. 39; Luke xxii. 44.) This admirable resignation followed Him to Calvary. He Himself bore the instrument of His infamous and cruel punishment: which was inflicted only on the vilest criminals, and the whole of which was designedly calculated to test human strength and endurance to the utmost; so as to combine the highest degree of suffering with protracting the moment of dissolution to the latest possible period. On that accursed cross was the Son of God crucified between two notorious malefactors. There He experienced every degree of pain and outrage. Devoured by burning thirst, in mockery of which “ they gave Him vinegar to drink, mingled with gall;" (Psal. Ixix. 21; Matt. xxvii. 34;) torn by the nails, that pierced the tenderest and most susceptible nerves of His hands and feet; insulted by the Chief Priests, with the Scribes and Elders, and abused and cursed by the Jewish people; His soul rose superior to all His bodily sufferings, and ascended towards God : and His heart, expanding with love for fallen man, was filled with the tenderest solicitude for His friends, as well as for His enemies. While agonizing on the cross, He cast a last glance upon His mother, and on “the disciple whom He loved,” whose faithful affection had brought them to the foot of the cross.

“ Woman!” He said to Mary, “ behold thy son!” and, to the Apostle John, “ Behold thy mother!" (John xix. 26, 27.) From the cross also, more intent upon the salvation of His merciless murderers, than on the tortures they were inflicting upon Himself, He breathed out His soul in this fervent and compassionate prayer for them : “Father, forgive them ; for they know not what they do.” (Luke xxiii. 34.)


Through the wild desert roaming,

Beneath a torrid sky;
Where stretcheth far and wide
The burning, billowy tide

In heartless mockery ;
There, where the simoon sweeps with blasting breath,
A wanderer kneeleth face to face with death.

What doth he there? The light

On his pale brow is fading ;
Wearied, and parched, and faint,
He murmureth no complaint,

Yet pineth for the' o'ershading
Of the bright lindens o'er his far home bending,
For the loved voices in sweet strains ascending.

He had gone forth in pride

From that far home of love;
And hearts that turn'd with gladness
Erewhile to him, in sadness

Wept for the parted one: -
Alone, in anguish, in the desert dying,
Woe to the heart that watch'd its pearls with life swift flying!

A poet sat in thought,

On a mountain's fir-crown'd brow;
Bright hopes within him burn'd,
His lofty spirit yearn'd

Earth's myriad hearts to bow;-
And kindling eye and Ausbing cheek reveal'd
The full clear current of his soul unseal’d.

Brightly that flashing eye

O’er the green earth's beauty stray'd ;
Rock, fount, and quiv’ring tree,
Glad waters' melody,

And rocky height and glade,
To his rapt spirit spake in treasured lore :--
Would they had won that spirit to adore !

Yet no! the laurel crown'd

That pale and radiant brow;
And a thousand hearts were stirr'd,
As his lyre's full notes were heard

Exultingly to flow:-
His goodly pearls” he clasp'd in earthly fame,
Woe to the spirit shorn of all save mortal name!

A mother gazed in love

On a fair young brow and mild;
She had watch'd his cradle rest,
She had clasp'd him to her breast,

Her cherish'd, firstborn child.
Her heart had bow'd alone at love's fair shrine,
Nor sought one offering for the throne Divine.

He saw it, who had given

That treasure to her breast,
A holy gift to bring
To Him in offering,

With her heart's love-its best!
And gently as a Father did He win
That treasured "pearl” to realms unstain'd by sin.

A lowly spirit knelt

At Mercy's hallow'd throne,
With upward gaze adoring,
To heaven in faith upsoaring,

Heaven to his soul brought down !
In trusting love on covenant-blood relying,
His was the "pearl of price !" the bliss untold, undying!




“Now comes July, and with his fervid noon
Unsinewy labour. The swinkt mower sleeps;
The weary maid rakes feebly; the warm swain
Pitches his load reluctant; the faint steer,
Lashing his sides, draws sulkily along

The slow, encumber'd wain in midday heat." The Dog-star is said to reign through the dog-days, from the 3d day of this month to the 11th of August, and summer-heat prevails. The woods are silent. The nightingale with holds her song, and the cuckoo's note is no longer heard. At noontide man and beast seek the shade ; and when the burning sun sinks towards the horizon, they come forth again, to enjoy the still, serene, cool twilight. Over the

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