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Most High. On every hill the spirit of evil sits enthroned : he spreads abroad his dark wings, and two hundred millions of men sit under their shade, and die.
“You cannot tell the degradation of that idolatry. Images not bigger than an infant's plaything, forms more obscene than bacchanals, and more monstrous than the fancies of night mare, are worshipped with deep prostrations. I have heard a man, who could write poetry as fast as I am speaking, tell me, in a storm of indignation, that the serpent I had just killed was his god. I have seen a group of men, some of them poets, some astrologers, some tutors, some clerks, some schoolmasters, all Brahmans, with every head bowed, and every hand raised, in adoration of a kite. I have seen men with white hairs, falling down to the ground before the image of a bull; children of tender years bowing to the representation of a god in the act of sinning; artisans doing reverence to their implements, and men coming to a grove where monkeys were playing their antics, to present them with an offering. The man that, without deep emotions of pity and shame, can consider the fact, that one-sixth of the souls on earth are in a state so dreary, so fallen, so essentially debased as this, scarcely deserves to have escaped the same delusions. The Englishman whose breast does not warm with generous wishes to spread among these hosts of his fellow subjects the same blessed truths which have given freedom to our thoughts, joy to our homes, and sublimity to our faith, scarcely deserves to be free or happy, and is utterly incapable of being sublime.”
We dare not, to this sublime, but fearful and accusing voice, add anything of our own. Let us, therefore, bring this paper to a close, with a further extract from the same powerful writer, to which we can only append our own fervent Amen!
“ England ! thou dost stand in the midst of the nations, and voices from afar urge thee to be holy! Hope has her eye on thee! The soul of the Red Man, held in misty doubt between the voice of the Great Spirit and that of dark goblins, is looking for light to thee! The soul of the Negro, gloomed with a thousand errors, terrified with gory rites, trembling at the suspicion of his immortality, bleeding before his Fetish, is looking for balm to thee! The soul of the Hindu, reduced to craven
equality with irrational things, expecting endless wanderings or sudden extinction, calling each reptile, brother,' each monster,
god,' is looking for truth to thee! Mercy longing for the millennium, heaven waiting for a fuller population, Immortality craving for countless heirs, all fix their gaze on thee! Thy responsibility rises far above the high, to the very terrible!
“ The morality of Holland affects Holland, the morality of Belgium affects Belgium, the morality of France may affect Europe ; but the morality of England affects THE WORLD.”
MAN A SLOW LEARNER. The animal tribes in our own world, for the most part, perform the varied, many of them the skilful, functions of their life without difficulty. The colt stretches its long legs to keep up with the pace of its mother, on the very day of its birth. The bee, without puzzling itself to solve a difficult problem, goes at once, and cheerfully, to the work of constructing its cells, according to the strictest rules of the most exact and perfect science. The bird, serves no apprenticeship to the builder, before it begins to rear its nest, and its first effort to prepare a home for its expected brood, is as easy and successful as any which it subsequently makes. Through the whole range of animal nature, ease and certainty are the rule, difficulty and failure are the exception. Through the whole range of man's history and experience, difficulty is the rule and law of his labor. If he shrink from it, and resolve to do nothing but what he can do easily, his powers become enfeebled, and his life a blank or a blot. An insect, performing the proper functions of its nature, may put him to shame. “Go to the ant thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise." If he gird himself to meet and master the difficulties, as in succession they rise before him, his powers increase and grow by exercise, and his path may be “ as the shining light, shining more and more unto the perfect day."
When do the difficulties of human life commence? Our memory does not go far enough back to take up the question at the beginning. But we know there was a time, when our own little feet had literally to commence the journey of life; and the diminutive stage, which was bounded by the floor of the nursery, appeared to us not only formidable, but impracticable. How can I undertake it? was perhaps the first perplexing question, to which our infantile mind had to find a practical solution. We shrank, from what seemed to us to be the insurmountable difficulty, with fear and trembling; and required to be coaxed and urged, before we ventured on the perilous effort. The feet of Cæsar himself, which afterwards trod so many hostile lands, and crushed so many hostile powers, once faltered and hung back, as they were urged to cross the domestic floor. It was when, by mastering and surmounting difficulties, his powers had been developed and matured, he learned to say, -" Veni! vidi ! vici !" -Stratten's Use of Difficulties in Mental and Moral Culture."
Enquiries and Correspondence.
Inspiration. – Hyperbole. Dear Sir,-You will greatly oblige me by making some comments on the following texts :
1. 1 Corinthians vii. 6, 12, 25; and 2 Corinthians viii. 8.
Are we to consider these Scriptures inspired? For St. Paul elsewhere says, in writing to Timothy, that “ All Scripture is given by inspiration of God.” 2. Is not David's language hyperbolic in Psalm cxxxix. $.
1. Although it is true in a general sense that all Scripture is given by inspiration of God, it must not be supposed that He is responsible for all the sentiments it contains. We see no reason why a good man, as Paul was, should be prevented from stating his opinion upon points not expressly revealed, any more than an individual of bad character or questionable piety, especially when he guards it by such confessions as are contained in the texts referred to. On this subject, we cannot do better than quote a remark from the preface to the book of Job, in the Pocket Paragraph Bible, now publishing by the Religious Tract Society. “It may be well to observe that, although the inspiration of the Book of Job is undoubted, it is clear that when he or his friends express erroneous opinions, or argue incorrectly by
drawing wrong inferences from right principles ; we are not to consider these sentiments as the voice of inspiration. Their arguments and expressions must be carefully compared with the law of God, with the counsels and precepts elsewhere revealed, and with the nature of true religion as exhibited in other portions of God's word, and especially as manifested in the example and spirit of Him who was the only perfect being who ever appeared in our nature.”
Perhaps, however, there is little need of adopting this alternative, as regards three of the four texts referred to by our correspondent, as the apostle's meaning seems to be simply this, that as he was supplementing our Saviour's own instructions given by himself in person when on earth, he had, therefore, none of his actual recorded teachings to refer to, though he spoke as one who had obtained mercy of the Lord to be faithful, and was, therefore, worthy of attention and credence.
In the latter text, he simply intimates that he speaks in no dictatorial spirit—" not by way of command," as the phrase is more correctly rendered, but only as an incentive to the liberality of the parties addressed.
2. In the poetical books of Scripture, hyperbole, as one of the most common figures of oratory, is frequently used. The language of the text referred to is, however, strictly and literally true in a general sense, though it could not have been so in the personal experience of the writer.
A MEMORIAL OF LITTLE ALBERT. We have always been of those who give full, and hearty, and deeply grateful credence to the kind assurance that God often ordains strength and perfects praise out of the mouth of mere babes and sucklings. This conviction has been, if possible, deepened by the perusal of a little volume kindly forwarded to us entitled, Memorials of Bertie, the taught of God.* written by his bereaved but happy motherone of the sweetest biographies of an infant, but matured, christian, we have ever met with. Unlike most narratives of the kind, its truthfulness constitutes the great attraction. It is indebted to none of the false aids, the prettinesses, and the specious accessories of other “ Tokens for Children.” It is a living picture
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radiant with the marvellous light and glory of the heavenly world-a wonderful, and exquisitely touching anticipation of things unseen, or rarely seen, on earth. The dear young subject of this vast display of grace, was not a mere hearer or talker, but“ a doer of the work”- the work of his Great Master, whom he now sees in all his beauty, and worships with the fulness of a heart too warm, too tender, too loving, for this lower world. But, let his affectionate parent speak for him, as a parent only can speak. The work, from which we are compelled to give a mere extract, is well worthy the perusal of every mother: it is the affecting transcript of a heart experiencing amidst the sorrows of a bereavement not to be expressed, the strong consolation and good hope of a trustful and assured christian.
" It was very early in the morning of a bright and beautiful summer's day, July 29th, 1829, that Bertie first entered on this world.
“ Passing over the period of Bertie's infancy, the reminiscences which cluster around the memory of his babyhood, being only precious in a mother's eyes, I shall next speak of him when nearly two years old. He was very slow in acquiring pronunciation, although very quick in comprehension ; as long before he could speak many words, he understood much, if not all, that was said to him. It was when nearly two years old, that I first taught him of the existence of God: on one of those early summer mornings when little children awake, almost with the first carols of the lark; when all things bright and beautiful awake into the new existence of another day.
“ As I caught his eyes earnestly gazing upwards, I said-God is there! God is good, and kind, and loves you! Oh much more than mamma loves you; God gave Bertie to his mamma, and told me to teach you about him. Then taking his hand, I said, God made this hand, and these feet to run about with, those eyes to see with, and these ears to hear about him, and that little tongue to speak to hiin with. He is your Father, and he sees us now, and hears us too ; and is so pleased to hear us talk about him; and he says Bertie must call him. With intense interest the child looked up towards heaven, extending his arms, and raising his voice he cried out in baby language, • ’Pa in a 'ky!' This was Bertie's first call upon God; and thus did he unconsciously translate into his own infant-tongue the first words of the great pattern prayer—the Lord's— Our Father which art in heaven.'
“When about three years old, on hearing the bells chiming for church, he would quicken his pace, and gently pull me on faster, answering, meanwhile, the inviting of the chiming thus—Come! come ! come! my' (as he used to call himself) my come ! Ma