unrobe the robe-haunted individual : a priest he is, and a priest he shall continue; he shall turn to no secular employment; he shall minister in no other communion. Mr. Shore has dared to do the last; and "the Right Reverend Father in God, Dr. Henry Phillpots, Lord Bishop of Exeter," let his name be had in lasting recollection, availing himself of this musty, but unrepealed canon, persecutes unrelentingly his conscientious subordinate. Happily for others like-minded with Mr. Shore, this canon, though unrepealed in act, has been long ago repealed in practice; and this dark relic of the dark ages would have required no legislatorial repeal, had it not been thus pitchforked up by this episcopal scavenger. Mr. Shore is pursuing his appeal from the Ecclesiastical Courts, those dens of oppression and iniquity, to the houses of parliament, and there is no doubt that his appeal will be followed by an instantaneous repeal of this tyrannical injunction. Meantime, it is refreshing to know that Dr. Henry Phillpots stands alone in his conduct. No other bishop imitates his example, nor is it in fact the true spirit of the English Church. It is a morbid excrescence on the Church of England; a deformity encrusted on her fair fabric; and although we know that one, to whom bishops and curates are alike, will ere long erase from the list of English Bishops, one to whom Rome with her cruelties and superstitions seem so congenial, we would urge it upon his brother bishops to express their abhorrence of all tyranny and their determination to uphold the tolerance which has adorned, and which we hope always will adorn, the clerical dignitaries of the established Church. We are not apologists of the Church of England, we are dissenters, but approving as we do of the national acknowledgment of God which a national church exhibits, we rejoice that the church which is in connexion with the state, abjures intolerance; and we lament when we see such a spirit revived by those who while outwardly members of a Protestant church are in reality children of the mother of harlots. Mr. Shore's persecutions in the Ecclesiastical Courts, and his appeal from them to parliament, have been and are ruinously expensive. This Sermon is published for one reason to make this known and to solicit aid. Donations may be sent to Mr. Shore, through the publishers of this Sermon. Turn we now to the sermon in a theological point of view: it is founded on Titus ii. 14, and is a sound, scriptural, able discourse, which our readers will read with much acceptance. Mr. Shore is very alliterative throughout on the word peculiar, displaying considerable talent without monotony. Instead of taking an extract we recommend our readers to purchase for distribution as many of the sermons as they can afford, having in view the double object of usefulness thereby, and of pecuniary assistance to the much esteemed author. The Lord the Helper of His People, with the last Dying Words of that Eminent Servant of Christ, Joseph Hussey, by William Bentley; also a Sermon on the Death of W. Bentley, by John Rogers, and three Letters by Mr. Bentley when at Bath, 12mo. pp. 78. London : Simpkin and Co. The title so clearly explains the contents of this work, that we have but little to add other than to mention, that the first piece is an account of the Lord's gracious dealings with the author, and that it, with the sermon, the brief account of Joseph Hussey, and the letters, are all highly interesting, and will amply repay a perusal. National Revolutions; a Sermon was previously no mean adept in the composition of novels; and changing his theme, he altered his topic, without altering his style. Notwithstanding the note at the end, we hesitate not to express our disapprobation of these spiritualized novels, and should require much proof before we believed that the circumstances and conversations herein recorded as facts, did actually occur. It is but justice to add, that no fault can be found with the sentiments of the tract; and as it regards its literary character, it is only too good! That the present commotions all over the continent, should arrest and engross the worldlings' attention does not surprise us, but really we think a professed minister of the Lord Je sus Christ might have better preached the gospel of Christ, than in choosing for his Lord's-day theme the national revolutions, which however they may be overruled by God are not of God. The sermon is, in language, bombastic, inflated and ominous, tending to encourage and feed the republican spirit, which is the source of all this anarchy, rather than to lift the eye and the affections of the believer to those things which are above, and which, teaching him that here he hath no abiding city, will induce him, far from being a participator in such violence, to regard these tumults only so far as they affect his quiet sojourn in the wilderness, and the peace and prosperity of Zion in the world. Wreck of the Brig Phæbus, a solemn So far as it concerns the poetical merit, we can only describe this tract as containing some miserable stanzas in reference to an awful event which recently transpired. The sentiments are not unscriptural, but their attire being mean and often ludicrous, we could only regret seeing truth deformed by her habiliments. Nothing to pay; a Tract. 12mo. pp. 12. London: Collingridge. This tract is reprinted from the pages of a contemporary, and is in true keeping with the usual characteristics of that magazine. We can very easily surmise that the writer A Smooth Stone from the Brook, slung, in the name of the Lord God of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, at Popish Doings in Kentish Town, and other places; or, Remarks upon the History of St. Alexis. By the Rev. T. W. Gittens. 12mo. pp. 24. London : Lewis. It appears that an individual having suddenly, by a recent legal decision, come into the possession of certain property at Kentish Town, he, as the facts prove, being influenced by a blind zeal, not of God, determined to devote a part of it to the spread and promulgation of Popery; and accordingly he has built an edifice, which he has dedicated to Saint Alexis! One among the multitude of Rome's canonized, whom most of our readers, we venture to say, like ourselves, never even heard of. Mr. Gittens has been at the pains to investigate the history of this worthy, and even according to the papists' own account he seems to have been one more than usually contemptible. We stay not here to expose the grossness of Rome's many mediators, all unavailing, nor in particular, the folly of confiding to such a mediator as Saint Alexis! Mr. Gittens has sufficiently and very ably done all this, and we cordially recommend his amusing little tract. Where is found some rich promise, O blessed record; Some solace, some comfort, some heartcheering ray, To banish our sorrow, and brightness display. The time is but short at the most, while we here, Shall be vex'd and perplex'd, and tortur'd with fear; The word of the Lord is the word of our Friend, The days of thy mourning shall come to an end. Yes, soon they shall end, nor again be renewed, And whatever thy foes, they shall all be subdued; All sorrow, all grief, temptation and fear, Shall ne'er be permitted again to appear. But safe pass'd o'er Jordan, thy love shall extend, And all days of mourning for ever shall end; Poor pilgrim, look up and look forward with joy, No trouble will then thy blest spirit annoy. In the land of the blessed, the Canaan above, Thy praise shall resound to the great God of love; Thy praises shall then surpass all thy thought, With grandeur and sweetness harmoniously fraught; Thy soul fill'd with rapture, shall bless the day-spring, Which ended thy mourning, and made thee to sing: 66 How sweet to join the chorus where, Be this my happy lot at last, There may I ever sing, And with exalted voice, For ever praise my Lord, the Lamb. PRAISES TO ZION'S KING. Sing praises to our King, sing praises.”— Hallelujah, heavenly King, LEBANON LEAVES. "LORD, save me !"-MATT. XIV. 50. To thee. Almighty! While others look to saints, to images, Or to their own endeavours, Lord, to thee Creator and Preserver, unto thee I look for my salvation. Taught of thee Bending before thy footstool, I confess Unworthiness and helplessness. I feel Not only I am guilty and undone ; Not only born in sin and stained as well, With actual transgressions numberless; But that each faculty itself depraved I can do nought but sin: each thought, For sin and for uncleanness. Prayer and praise, Ascending from a heart throughout corrupt, Fall back rejected. Having learnt all this, I come in thine own way, my only plea, His name, His merits, whose thy book declares Shall always be availing. Gracious Lord! Thus prostrate in my helplessness, I pray That thou who thus hath wounded will restore, That having stripped, and emptied, and subdued Thou now will clothe, and bless, and fill my soul, Supplying all from thine own treasury: Thyself my great salvation. Who injures while he smiles. Save from the snare, And save from the privation. Save me, Lord, From pestilence, from famine, and the sword: So overruling all these enemies, From my corruptions save, and from the pride Elicited from acts pride renders foul. While I am journeying on life's pilgrimage, "Lord, save ME!" Before my prayer Extendeth limitless to all around; Before I pray that blessings copiously May gladden every one; O Lord, I crave Singly, and separately, and urgent crave, That like the dew refreshing Hermon's top, The knowledge of salvation unto me Imparted specially, may fill my breast With joy, and love, and peace, and confidence. I love to hear of souls regenerate; Zion's prosperity is dear to me; I crave a share. I cannot be content REZENEB. THE SPIRITUAL MAGAZINE, AND ZION'S CASKET. "For there are Three that bear record in heaven, the FATHER, the WORD, and the HOLY GHOST; and these Three are One."-1 John v. 7. Earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints." -Jude 3. Holding the mystery of the faith in a pure conscience."-1 Tim. iii. 6. MAY, 1848. THE GOSPEL PULPIT. THE SUFFERINGS OF THE LORD BY THE LATE EDWARD ANDREWS, L. L.D, Of Walworth. [We feel much obliged to our friend who has sent us this Sermon, as originally prepared for the press by the author, and feel no doubt it will be read and recognized by those who knew him, with much pleasure, and we trust profit. ED.] "Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death; tarry ye here, and watch with me. And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed."-Matt. xxvi. 36, 37, 38, 39. "And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground." -Luke xxii. 44. It is a most distressing consideration, that though sometimes struck with the sufferings of the Redeemer, we so soon lose the impression, and May, 1848.] were riven at his crucifixion, as typical of the heart being rent in conversion :-our rocky heart needs to be rent every day and hour. We so readily forget what moved us at first, that God may say to us : 66 Oh, Ephraim, what shall I do unto thee? for your goodness is as the morning cloud and as the early dew." Christ's sufferings appeal not to a mere natural sympathy, which cannot assist him; but to faith and obedience, which may benefit ourselves. Let us, in humble reliance on the Spirit's assistance, proceed to consider in their order these very important words. I. "Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder." Blessed Son of God! and didst thou indeed come to be the victim, the revered sacrifice for our sins? Did he come to the place? could neither death nor hell disturb his steady soul? could not the infernal wagging of the head, the shooting out of the lip, the curses, the hisses, and the groans; and still more, the buffetings of Satan, and the frown of the Father Eternal ;-could not R |