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recommend; and to a despotism which has no subjects, but moulds a whole nation of men, created in God's image, and redeemed by the blood of Christ for a holy, spiritual freedom, into a mass of slaves. In England, Nicholas might not only see the path of duty, but see that it was equally the path of honour and security. A few days after he had landed, London was placarded with hundreds of hand-bills with "Poland" as their text, any one of which, had it appeared in Petersburgh, would have thrown the whole city into an agony of fear, but which were here less regarded than the dust raised by the wind. Happy the nation where law recognises the rights of individuals, and where individuals know that they exercise their rights as accountable to the supremacy of equal law ! What has brought England to this state but the spread of that evangelical truth by which man is at once elevated and humbled, liberated and restrained, called to the acknowledgment of privilege, and led to the practical acknowledgment of obligation? Human nature was plainly designed for certain social developements; but as the influence of the Gospel is necessary for their production, so, wherever it is permitted to operate, and in proportion to the freedom and extent of its operation, will they be unfailingly produced. Primarily designed to promote the salvation of individual man, the Gospel is the only safe and certain instrument of his social improvement. Does it not follow from this that the Gospel must have come from the Creator of man, who "setteth the solitary in families?" And if the Gospel do thus reveal the will of man's Redeemer and Lord, ought not all political philosophy to be referred to it, as its only unerring standard? And if so, have not both parties, whose contentions are perpetually threatening to disturb the peace of Europe, much to learn; yes, and much to unlearn, too? Let the advocates of what they call "order," who are ready to stifle, at any expense, every aspiration after freedom, look at man, as he ap

pears in the light of redemption,—ransomed by the blood of incarnate Deity, designed to be a temple of the Holy Ghost, the Comforter, and for whom the eternal felicities of heaven are prepared is man, so dear to God, to be reduced to the level of a yoked and bridled animal, and deprived of that freedom of thought, and speech, and action, by which he may move onward in the career of unlimited improvement? And let them who claim by way of eminence to be called liberal, likewise go to Calvary; and, casting away their shallow, but mischievous, philosophy, see in Christ crucified the "wisdom of God, and the power of God." But the Unitarianism, or, which is the same thing, the infidel liberalism, of the day, hates this with a hatred more intense

than words can express. With them all punishment is corrective: the doctrine of eternal punishment, therefore, is false. Vindicative justice, asserting the solemn majesty, and maintaining the purity and supremacy, of law, is a mere fiction: the doctrine of atonement, therefore, which demonstrates the righteousness of God, is false. Too much power has been given to these enemies of the cross of Christ. Their conclusions, on subjects connected with liberty, have been so plausibly expressed, that many evangelical Christians have been deluded to join them, without inquiring whether their principles were sound. And now, they are using the power which never ought to have been conceded to them, and for protesting against which we have often borne the charge of narrow-mindedness and bigotry, to promote their own purposes, and secure to themselves property which was never intended for them. But we will say nothing thus incidentally on so import. ant a subject as the "Unitarian Bill." We return to our former theme, and assert it to be our solemn conviction, not lightly or hastily formed, that the only true philosophy of man, individual or social, is to be found in the doctrine of Christ crucified. Both despots and anarchists are rebuked by it. They who

desire to save their own souls must submit to its influence. They who desire to benefit society must seek to spread its influence. It is only as all the truths

which it comprises operate on men, that the true amelioration of society advances.

June 8th, 1844.

POETRY.

THE DEATH-BED OF THE RIGHTEOUS."

BY THE REV. ROBERT MONTGOMERY.
O BEAUTIFUL beyond depictured words
To paint, the hour that wafts a soul to heaven!
The world grows dim, the scenes of time depart,
The hour of peace, the walk of social joy;
The mild companion, and the deep-soul'd friend,
The loved and lovely, see his face no more:
The mingling spell of sun, and sea, and air,
Is broken; voice, and gaze, and smiles that speak,
Must perish parents take their hush'd adieu;
A wife, a child, a daughter half divine,
Or son that never drew a father's tear,
Approach him, and his dying tones receive

Like God's own language !-'tis an hour of awe,
Yet terrorless, when revelations flow

From faith immortal. View that pale worn brow;
It gleams with glory! In his eye there dawns

A dazzling earnest of unutter'd joy.

Each pang subdued, his longing soul respires
The gales of glorified eternity;

And round him hues ethereal, harps of light,
And lineaments of earthless beauty throng,
As wing'd on melody the saint departs,
While heaven in miniature before him shines.

*From "Death."

THOUGHT AND DEED.

FULL many a light thought man may
cherish,

Full many an idle deed may do ;
Yet not a deed nor thought shall perish,
Not one but he shall bless or rue.

When by the wind the tree is shaken,
There's not a bough or leaf can fall,
But of its falling heed is taken

By One that sees and governs all.

The tree may fall, and be forgotten,
And buried in the earth remain ;
Yet from its juices, rank and rotten,
Spring vegetating life again.

The world is with creation teeming,
And nothing ever wholly dies;
And things that are destroy'd in seeming,
In other shapes and forms arise.

And nature still unfolds the tissue

Of unseen works by spirits wrought; And not a work but hath its issue,

With blessing or with evil fraught. And thou may'st seem to leave behind thee

All memory of the sinful past;
Yet, O, be sure thy sin will find thee,
And thou shalt know its fruits at last.

*From "Poems," by C. R. Kennedy, Esq.

LOVE TO CHRIST.

"Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity."-Eph. vi. 24.

DO YOU LOVE CHRIST ?-I ask not if you feel
The warm excitement of that party zeal
Which follows on while others lead the way,
And make His cause the fashion of the day:
But do you love him when his garb is mean,
Nor shrink to let your fellowship be seen?
Do you love Jesus, blind, and halt, and maim'd?
In prison succour him? nor feel ashamed
To own him, though his injured name may be
A mark for some dark slander's obloquy?

Do you love Jesus in the orphan's claim,
And bid the widow welcome in his name?

Say not, "When saw we him?"-Each member dear,
Poor and afflicted, wears his image here;

And if unvalued or unown'd by thee,
Where can thy union with the body be?
And if thou thus art to the body dead,

Where is thy life in Christ, the living Head?
And if dissever'd from the living Vine,

How canst thou dream that thou hast life divine?

Sweet is the union true believers feel:

Into one Spirit they have drunk: the seal

Of God is on their hearts; and thus they see

In each the features of one family.

If one is suffering, all the rest are sad;
If but the least is honour'd, all are glad.
The grace of Jesus, which they all partake,
Flows out in mutual kindness for his sake:
Here he has left them for a while to wait,
And represent him in their suffering state;
While he, though glorified, as yet alone,
Still bears his church before the Father's throne.

*From "Songs from the Parsonage."

ODOURS.+

O, THE bean-field in blossom, the mown grass, the clover,
The dew-besprent rose from the hand that we love,
Breathe the sweetest of scents, if ye search the world over,
On hills, or in valleys, in garden, or grove.

Like the stream from the mountain, how soft, but how mighty
Their influence to brighten, and gladden, and bless!
Say, ye who delight in such odours, delight ye

In aught else so much, save affection's caress?

In aught else of the earth? For the spirit that soareth
Knows something far higher, far sweeter, to love:
'Tis the smile of approval from Him it adoreth,

The fragrance that breathes through the garden above.

O, thither then oft let the scent-laden breezes,
And hallow'd fond whispers from creatures below,
Waft upward the soul, till Omnipotence pleases
That there, never more to return, it shall go !

+ From "Songs from the Parsonage."

LONDON:- PRINTED BY JAMES NICHOLS, HOXTON-SQUARE.

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