the spirit of God, through the study of the Word of God, then, as Moses says, "the spirit of God will not strive with man," and all who are born shall live to the

age of 120 years. There shall be no more war, and therefore no more men slaughtered for glory's sake;" no more inquisitions, and therefore no more men and women murdered; no more crimes, and therefore no more hanging, "for conscience sake;" no more unhealthy occupations, and therefore no more men and women shortening their lives to obtain a means of supporting their families; no more gluttony and drunkenness, and no more causes for anxiety of mind, and therefore no necessity for living physicians, for

The people shall be temperate,

And shall love instead of hate,
In the good time coming.

Parents will be guided by such men as Dr. Mayo and Dr. Andrew Combe, in bringing up their children, and will not kill them by too much pampering and spoiling when young, and too much study when growing up. Accidents of all kinds will be avoided, by attending to the command "love your neighbour as yourself," when gratifying the organ of constructiveness. But all this new system of living requires a new country. It would be the cause of much vexation to sons in the old world on whom estates are entailed, if their fathers lived even to the age of Moses. How the post obit bonds would accumulate! I have known a son impatient for the death of a parent who had arrived only at the age of eighty, and had forty years more been added to that parent's days the patience of the son's creditors would have been quite exhausted. Such is the effect of laws made to gratify pride and selfishness.

The city is represented as having twelve gates, which were not to be shut by day, and there was to be no night there. And the gates were to be situated thus: Three on the north, three on the south, three on the east, and three on the west. As no modern cities are built with walls, they require no gates; but as the prophecy says, "the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it; and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it," they must of course come in ships, and those ships require good seaports, with light-houses, good anchorage, quays, docks, &c. Now Australia boasts at present of eight ports. Port Jackson, Newcastle, and Moreton Bay, on the east; Port Phillip, Port Fairy, and Port Adelaide, on the south; Perth, on the west; and Port Essington, on the north. I regret to say that the British Government, in one of their fits of "candle-end and cheese-paring economy," have abandoned this port, which I have heard an experienced captain say, was a most important one for ships meeting with accidents in Torres Straits, and that the surrounding country was well adapted for the cultivation of rice. Thus does the Queen of England neglect one of the brightest jewels of her crown! If she reads the periodicals regularly, she must have observed an article on this colony worthy of her attention. In Frazer's Magazine for May, 1848, the editor, in his review of Sir Thomas Mitchell's work, makes the following remarks: "He writes for the instruction of the British Government and the British Legislature. He records the issues of an expedition undertaken for the accomplishment of a great public purpose, and prosecuted from beginning to end with consummate skill, patience and success. Accordingly, his work is not only interesting in itself, because of the addition which it makes

to our previously acquired stock of geographical and scientific knowledge, but its bearing upon the great question of the day-how we may best provide for the redundant population of these islands-is direct and obvious. It is impossible to read what able men have written over and over again on the subject of England and her colonies, without having the sad conviction forced upon us that the distress under which, as a nation, we now labour, is owing entirely to the misconduct of the people of this country from generation to generation, and to the folly and blindness of their Government. The providence of God has made us masters, apart from Great Britain and Ireland, of the largest, the most fertile, the most diversified empire, that ever owed allegigiance to a single crown. We are lords of provinces, of which one, at least, rivals in its surface extent the whole of Western Europe put together; while several as far exceed the mother-country in their dimensions ast they go beyond the most favoured portion of this island in soil, climate, and capabilities of every kind: yet these rich provinces are lying waste for the lack of hands to bring them into cultivation-some to an extent which barely enables them to sustain a sickly and troubled existence others altogether neglected. Meanwhile our streets swarm with beggars, our charitable institutions are beset by applicants for a share in the bounty which they dispense, our minor work-houses are crowded to suffocation, and men, and women, and children, are dying of famine at the road side. Will future ages believe that such a state of things ever could have been? What would not France give, had she but the facilities which we cast behind us, of providing for a portion of the restless spirits which keep her such as she is? How gladly would Prussia accept, or even purchase, any one

of the least valuable of those wastes which we keep without making any use of them."

When I hear the question asked "What is England to do with her convicts?" I feel inclined to answer: Let her make them pioneers for industrious emigrants, and not intrude them and their vices amongst those settlers who are living where the rough work has been done. Let them be formed into industrial armies, under skilful engineers. Let them be employed in improving harbours; building light-houses; constructing bridges; clearing and fencing waste lands in Australia, and rendering the soil worth the exorbitant price of a pound per acre, which is required for it in its present state. Until four more seaports are built, and those which have already got the name made safe harbours, let not the collective wisdom of England ask, "what are we to do with the convicts?"

However, as it is not likely that British legislators will act with more sound policy in future years than they have shown during the last half century that they have been legislating for Australia, we must only hope that some of the Philpotts of England will be instruments, in the hands of the Almighty disposer of events, to drive a few Noels and Gorhams into this moral wilderness, with their scattered flocks; and that, ere long, another colony may be founded by Englishmen flying from persecution, and landing on a shore where they can enjoy liberty of conscience, as the Pilgrims did when they founded the colony of New England.

And if they name the harbour which welcomes them to their "Inheritance of Peace," New Zion, the following beautiful lines of Mrs. Hemans may, with a little alteration, be sung by their descendants in future years:

THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.

The breaking waves dash'd high

On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky,

Their giant branches toss'd.

And the heavy night hung dark,

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moor'd their bark

On the wild NEW ZION's shore.

Not as the conqu❜ror comes,

They, the true hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
Or the trumpet that sings of fame.
Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert's gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea:

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthems of the free.

The ocean eagle soar'd

To his nest by the white wave's foam;
And the rocking pines of the forest roared :

This was their welcome home.

What sought they thus afar?

Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?

They sought a faith's pure shrine.

Aye! call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod ;

They have left unstain'd what there they found,

Freedom to worship God.

Some of the difficulties which those Pilgrim Fathers had to encounter, in a country with such a climate as America, are thus beautifully described by an American poet :