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deen us from all iniquity, and purify us unto - himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.' True repentance is inseparable from living faith. Every true penitent hates sin, for its own hatefulness; and loves holiness, for its own loveliness; yea, he “hungers aud thirsts after righteousness.' . And every jus'tified person has the law of God written in his heart: he loves God supremely, and longs “to love him perfectly. He loves his heigh-bour greatly; and longs to love him as wholly and absolutely as he loves himself. He leves • the household of faith. He would gladly do good to men, and in every way glorify god; and while he is cheered, amidst the frowns and scorus of an ungodly world, by the assurance of a gracious recompence for ‘ his work and labour of love: yet if any good were practicable by him, for which he was sure, never to be the better himself, either in this world or in the next, he would ‘not decline it; because he loves God, and man, and holiness: nor would be, in his better judgment, commit sin, if he could possibly be assured, that he should in no way suffer by it; because he abhors it as the greatest of evils. ‘How shall we, who are dead to sill, live any longer therein.” “His seed remaineth in him, and he cannot sin, because he is born of God.' A tender mother will not decline the most self-denying attention to her darling child; because she is not, as a hireling nurse, to receive wages for her labour and trouble: nor would she injure it, even if she could be assured of escaping all punishment. Love would suffice in both cases. A servant works “for his hire; and a slave from fear of punish‘ment; each alike from mere self-love; even when they dislike both their master and their work; and, commonly they will do more, than is necessary for this selfish purpose: but a dutiful affectionate son will labour, with alacrity, from love to his father; and because he accounts his father's interest, credit, or comfort, in some respects, his own; nor will he need to be deterred by fear of punishment, from doing those things, which he knows will grieve and displease his kind and honoured parent. This is the precise difference between the spirit of bondage' and *the-spirit of -adoption:’ now Christians "have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but the Spirit of adoption, whereby they cry, Abba, Father; and thus, by producing filial confidence, reverence, and love, ‘the Spirit himself witnesses with their spirits, that they are the sons of God.” Under this sacred constraining influence; the question is *9t, 'How much must I do, to escape punish*ent,' or to obtain salvation? but What can 2 :

I render to the Lord for all his benefits?" What can I further do to glorify God my Father, and to adorn and recommend the gospel of my beloved Saviour? In what way cau I do most good for his sake, to his brethren and my brethren; after his admired example 2 or how promote the best interests of mankind, even of mine enemies and persecutors? “Here am I, send me.” Employ me, O my gracious Lord and Father, in whatever way thou seest good; and I shall count every “labour of kove,' which thou wilt enable me to perform, an additional favour conferred on me.—“Now theresore, O Lord my God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name. But who am I, and what is my people, that we should be able to offer so willingly after this sort? For all things come of thee, and of thine have we given thee." Beyond doubt, this is the spirit, with which the blessed inhabitants of heaven, “serve God day and night; and find that service their liberty and pleasure; and how can they be ‘meet to be partakers of the inheritance ef the saints in light,' who have not, in a measure, the same main-spring of activity, and who are not capable of delighting in thesame employments and services here on earth?" Vol. i. pp. 330–333.

Mr. Scott's subsequent remarks in his first volume, are chiefly occupied in defending that body of the clergy called evangelical, from the repeated charges which the Bishop of Lincoln has brought against their tenets and mode of preaching, as tending to delude and mislead their congregations, to depreciate the importance of moral virtue, and to encourage vice and immorality among their followers. As to the term “evangelical,” Mr. Scott observes, that it is not invidiously arrogated to themselves, but was long since applied by others to the persons who are now generally so distinguished; but that, if it had ever been assumed, as their opponents represent, it would at least be more modest than the term “orthodor,” by which we understand it is now the custom to designate the other great body of the clergy. We heartily wish that all these invidious distinctions might cease; but in the present state of things, this, like many others, is an event rather to be desired than expected.

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With respect to the heavy charges which the Bishop of Lincoln has so rashly brought against this large division of the clergy, Mr. Scott justly complains, that no proofs are adduced of their truth. The only attempt which is made to substantiate them, is by the quotation of a few passages from Mr. Overton's wellknown work; in which, says Mr. Scott, supposing even that a few expressions could not be wholly justified, what do they amount to, when compared with the mass of conclusive, unanswerable arguments which pervades that publication, and with the distinct and various statements which it contains, of the absolute necessity of good works, of every kind, to a well-grounded confidence of justification, and a joyful hope of eternal life 2

“But,” continues Mr. Scott, “ had Mr. Overton's objections to other writers, been frivolous, or snarling, (which they are not:) would it have been equitable to make the whole company of evangelical preachers answerable for them 2 Some of these disapprove his book; and are they also, notwithstanding this, to be condemned for his of fence; if he have committed one? If any ministcr sails to inculcate on his congregation, the things here mentioned," (viz. the practice of piety and holiness), “let him be censured for his neglect: but let not those who do circulate them, be joined with him in this condemnation. “Judge not according to appearance, but judge righteous judgment.” Vol. i. pp. 375,376.

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“But I retract: it is not so much, in many instances, the want of candour and equity, as the want of information. We preach very publicly, but they” (the opponents of the evangelical body), “disdain to hear us: we publish books on various subjects, but they will not deign to read them 1 for I hope no one, who has read them, would persist in charging us with tenets, which we openly disavow, and labour to discountenance, to the utmost of our ability.” ~

We seriously hope, that for the honour (not to use a stronger word) of those who have maintained these odious charges against the evangelical clergy, they will either be retracted, or applied with that discrimination, and with that distinct and unquestionable evidence of their truth, which the case so imperiously requires. . For Mr. Scott himself, and for many other authors of similar sentiments, no apology is needed. Their writings, as well as their sermons, abound with the most powerful calls to holiness of life; and many of them contain an ample and laborious detail of Christian virtue. So that, in reading or hearing their productions, we are persuaded that their present adversaries would only complain, with that inconsistency which has been but too often remarked, of the strictness and severity of their practical doctrines. Besides the evidence which thus arises from their books and from their discourses, considered in themselves, many of the evangelical clergy can, with Mr. Scott, confidently, yet humbly, appeal to the numbers, who have been in various degrees instructed, reformed, and edified by their labours. These are testimonies and seals to the general truth and excellence of their doctrines, which

cannot even now be resisted, and

which will be hereafter their “joy

and crown of rejoicing in the day of

the Lord Jesus;” when “they that

be wise shall shine as the brightness

of ;: firmament, and they that turn 3 C2

many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever.” We have already made so heavy a demand on the patience of our readers, that we must here, for their sakes, as well as for our own, pause in our consideration of this work; only entreating them to favour us with their good wishes for our happy deliverance out of the labyrinth of Calvinism *, into which a second volume of eight hundred pages is about to conduct us. (To be continued.)


Childe Harolde's Pilgrimage. A Romaunt. By Lond Byron. The Second Edition. London: Murray, Fleet Street. 1812, 8vo. pp. 300. Price 12s.

If the object of poetry is to instruct by pleasing, then every poetical effort has a double claim upon the attention of the Christian observer. For we are anxious that the world should be instructed at all rates, and that they should be pleased where they innocently may. We are, therefore, by no means among those spectators who view the occasional ascent of a poetic luminary upon the horizon of literature, as a meteoric flash which has no relation to ourselves; but we feel instantly an eager desire to find its altitude, to take its bearings, to trace its course, and to calculate its iufluence upon surrounding bodies. When especially it is no more an “oaten reed” that is blown; or a “simple shepherd” who blows it; but when the song involves many high and solemn feelings, and a man of rank and notoriety strikes his golden harp, we feel, at once, that the in

* We have said nothing of the Calvinism of the doctrine of justification by faith only, because, as we quoted in our Review of the * Refutation,” p. 587, the decided avowal by Arminius of his agreement with Calvin upon this article, we think it quite sufficient to leave the Bishop of Lincoln to settle that point with the former of these able divines,

creased influence of the song demands the more rigid scrutiny of the critic. Lord Byron is the author, beside the book before us, of a small volume of poems, which gave little promise, we think, of the present work; and of a satyrical poem, which, as far as temper is concerned, did give some promise of it. It had pleased more than one critic to treat his Lordship's first work in no very courtier-like manner; and especially the Lion of the north had let him feel the lashing of his angry tail. Not of a temperament to bear calmly even a “look that threatened him with insult,” his Lordship seized the tomahawk of satire, mounted the fiery wings of his muse, and, like Bonaparte, spared neither rank, nor sex, nor age, but converted the republic of letters into one universal field of carnage. The volume called English Bards and Scotch . Reviewers is, in short, to be considered, among other works, as one of those playful vessels which are said to have accompanied the Spanish armada, manned by executioners, and loaded with nothing but instruments of torture. This second work was of too sanguinary a complexion to beget a very pleasant impression upon the ublic mind; and all men, who

wished well to peace, politeness, and literature, joined in the paean sung by the immediate victims of his io, wrath, when he embarked to soften his manners, and, as it were, oil his tempers, amidst the gentler spirits of more southern climes. Travelling, indeed, through any climes, may be expected to exert this mitigating influence upon the mind. Nature is so truly gentle, or, to speak more justly, the God of nature displays so expansive a benevolence in all his works; so prodigally sheds his o “upon the evil and the good;” builds up so many exquisite fabrics to delight the eyes of his creatures; tinges the flowers with such colours, and fills the grove with such music; that any one who becomes familiar with nature, can scarcely remain angry with man. With what mitigating touches the scenery of Europe has visited our author, remains to be seen. That he did not disarm it of its force by regarding it with a cold or contemptuous eye, he himself teaches us-- stanza, as descriptive of his very cheerless state and truly romantic feelings.

* Dear Nature is the kindest mother still, Though always changing, in her aspect mild ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill, Her never-weaned, though not her favoured child. O she is fairest in her features wild, Where nothing polished dares pollute her path; To me by day or night she ever smiled, Though I have marked her when none other hath, And sought her more and more, and loved her most in wrath.” p. 79.

Our author having re-landed upon his native shores, his first deed is to resent to his country the work É. us, as the fruits of his travels. It is a kind of poetical journal of journeys and voyages through Spain and Portugal, along the shores of the Mediterranean and Archipelago, and through the states of ancient Greece. When we speak of journal, we mean rather to designate the topics of the work than the manner of its execution; for this is highly poetical. Most contrary to the spirit of those less fanciful records, his Lordship sublimely discards all facts and histories; all incidents; A. M. and P. M.; and bad inns and worse winds; and battles and feasts. Seizing merely upon the picturesque features in every object and event before him, he paints and records them with such reflections, moral or immoral, as arise in his ardent mind. . The “ Childe Harolde” is the traveller; and as he is a mighty surly fellow, neither loves nor is loved by any one ; “through sin's long labyrinth had run, nor made atonement when he did amiss;” as, moreover, he is licentious and

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“And now I'm in the world alone,
Upon the wide, wide sea:
But why should I for others groan,
When none will sigh for me?
Perchance my dog will whine in vain,
Till fed by stranger hands;
But long ere I come back again,
He'd tear me where he stands.”

It will be seen by this, that not only, like Hamlet, “ man delights not him, nor woman either,” but that no rash transfer of his regards has been made to the brute creation.

We are, we confess, astonished, that:

when he sailed by Ithaca, or, as he poetically describes it,

“ the barren spot, Where sad Penelope o'erlooked the wave"—

he did not either expunge this stanza, or tremble at the angry ghost of Ulysses.

Lisbon, Cintra, and the surrounding scenery, are powerfully described in the occasionally abrupt manner of Spenser.

“The horrid crags, by topling convent crowned, The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep, The mountain moss by scorching skies cmbrowned, The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied lustre glow." p. 17.

So Spenser: “The willow worne of forlorne paramours,

The eugh obedient to the bender's will, The berth,” &c. Book I. Canto I.

The “Childe” was not likely to pass by Cintra without some characteristic reference to that convention, of which, it must be admitted, that no satisfactory solution has ever been given to the country. For this he may be pardoned; and we really began to have hopes of him

when we read, that, in his mountain wanderings here,

“ he learned to moralize, And conscious reason whispered to despise His early youth.”

He then strikingly describes the bounds of the rival realms of Spain and Portugal; bounds so slight, as to explain, if the general lust of power did not, the constant persuasion, on the part of the strongest of these powers, that the same sceptre should sway both countries.

“But these between a silver streamlet glides, And scarce a name distinguishes the brook, Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides. Here leans the idle shepherd on his crock, And vacant on the ripling waves doth look, That peaceful still 'twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant, as the noblest duke; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference

know 'Twixt him and Lusian slave, the lowest of the low." p. 24.

Is there not, however, some discordancy between the meek vacancy of the shepherd, in one part of the stanza, and the proud consciousness of superiority of the peasant in the other ? As it is impossible to tread upon any acre of these desolated countries without encountering war; so a oet must be expected to describe it. The following personification of battle is bold, and makes us doubly thankful for the waters which roll between ourselves and the continent of Europe. “Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations seel the shock. “ Lo! where the giant on the nountain stands, His blood-red tresses deepening in the sun ; With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands. And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon; Restless it rolls, now fixed, and now unua Flashing afar—and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds art done." p. 27. After this, probably somewhat exhausting, burst of poetry, the

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