puzzled as to how the child ought to wear the cockade; till at length he bethought him of inclosing it in a little case, which he hung around his protégé's neck, at the same time saying to him :

"Mind, Jacquet, night and morning, when you say your prayers, always take out this relic and pray for a blessing on our emperor, who gave it you.'

"This the child never failed to do; constantly associating in his the name prayers of Napoleon with that of papa Jacques. "Years passed on: Napoleon was banished to St. Helena, the army was disbanded, and poor Jacques found himself thrown on the world in his old age, without any possessions but his cross and his little Jacquet. Louis-for by that name the boy had been baptized-has often told me how it pained his childish heart to see his brave father, who, a few months before, thought nothing of making a forced march of fifteen leagues while fully accoutered, now bending under the weight of a small packet of clothes, and dropping from fatigue after walking a few miles. Every day he became weaker. They generally passed their nights in stables; and Louis used to collect scattered handfuls of straw to cover the shivering limbs of the old grenadier. They lived principally on scraps of food given them by charitable innkeepers and peasants. One day the poor old man felt unable to rise from off the floor of a deserted hut where he had passed the night, and murmured as it were it spite of himself:

would rather cut off my arm than lose it; still you may have it, if you will only give me a few sous to buy medicine for him!" "Much moved by what he had heard, the stranger answered :

"My child, God, to whom you prayed so fervently, has left in France some old soldiers ready to share his gifts with their comrades. Take me to your father.' "And this man?'

"This benevolent man,' interrupted the young officer, this kind, good officer took me in his arms; me-a poor little mendicant! He caused Jacques to be carried to his house, restored him to life, and never allowed him to want for anything until his death, which did not take place for many years. As to me, he treated me like a son; and still each day loads me with his benefits!'

"And turning to the general and his wife, the young man embraced them both, while his eyes were filled with tears."

"You have not finished the story, Louis," said the general. "You did not say that I promised to restore to you the emperor's cockade whenever you returned with an epaulette, gained as we old soldiers gained ours. And to-day, my friends, you see the cockade in his cap; for Louis was at the taking of Algiers, and his captain, who had taken him out merely as a recruit, has sent him home to me an ensign!"

So saying, the general once more embraced his adopted son. We were all affected, and I saw another tear stealing

"The child burst into a loud fit of crying, and then went out on the road to ask for alms; but he got nothing, and felt ready to despair, when suddenly a thought struck him; he fell on his knees, took out the case that contained his cockade, and sobbed aloud:

"My God!-my God!—in thy great mercy send me some medicine for papa Jacques.'

"He continued to repeat these words as well as his tears would permit, until a gentleman who was passing by, stopped, and began to question him. The child, in an artless manner, told his history; and finished by saying :

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IT is one thing for a man to have an interest in Christ, and another thing to have his interest cleared up to him. I do speak it with grief of heart, that even among such Christians that I hope to meet in heaven, there is scarce one in forty, nay, one of a hundred, that is groundedly able to make out his interest in the Lord Jesus. Most Christians live between fear and hope-between doubting and believing. One day they hope that all is well, and that all shall be well forever; the next day they are ready to say, that they shall one day perish by the hand of such a corruption, or else by the hand of such a temptation. And thus they are up and down, saved and lost, many times a day.

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GUILTY MEMORIES. EPENTANCE can do nothing to obliterate the past. It can only prevent such future misery as would have arisen from perseverance in sin. The memory of what has been must always remain. And the injury which sin has once inflicted upon the spiritual nature must always continue." We have often met with such reasoning as this; and we think it depreciates vastly both the efficacy of repentance and the divine grace. What a prospect of the future does it open to us! Heaven, according to these conceptions, is only a kind of hospital for the sick. The lame, the halt, and the blind are there gathered together from the scene of earthly misery, and the moral nature must wear its wounds and scars forever. The song of redeeming love is to blend with regrets, and sighs, and reminiscences of guilt and sin.

Now we are unable to see what these words, pardon and forgiveness, mean, unless they have some reference to what has been; unless they imply the complete removal of our sins from us. Unless repentance, and the divine grace consequent thereon, have this retro-active efficacy, then we must expunge that word forgiveness from the Christian vocabulary, and with it the consoling idea which it repre

sents.

But what are the declarations of the rapt prophet of the new dispensation, while visions of immortality are rushing upon his sight? "What are these which are arrayed in white robes, and whence came they? . These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Paul, though he reasons not from actual vision, puts forth in his own logical form the same doctrine of redemption; for he speaks of the old man, with all its sinful lusts and principles, as being crucified, dead and buried, that is, thrown off and

left behind in the past, and so henceforth having nothing to do with our future being. And what is remission of sin? Not, as we are too apt to imagine, the suspension of deserved punishment, but the expulsion of sin itself from its seat in the soul. This is implied in the very term remission. It does not mean that crime shall not be punished, but that the principle of sin in the heart which prompted the crime is plucked out and removed forever. "Repent and be baptized, that your sins may be blotted out." When, and by what means? "When the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord." That is, when the Holy Spirit shall so flood the soul as to expel its sins, and in place thereof to fill it with divine affections.

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"But if we preserve our identity, shall we not remember what we have formerly been? and so will not the memory of our sins still come back to afflict and trouble us ?" We shall remember so much of the past as we love to remember-so much, that is, as hath a living connection with the present. This, now and evermore, is a law of our spiritual being. remember what we love." That will come back upon us again and again. What we cease to love recurs less and less. mind which has indeed been redeemed, from which all unclean desires have been expunged, hath no longer any living connection with the sins which they produced. It will take no pleasure in living them over in recollection. The living will not be chained to the carcass of the dead. The good man lives over in the past just so much as is congenial with what he now is. But he is not yet perfectly redeemed, and so his past sins afflict him. When he shall be perfectly redeemed, the sinful past will be "dead," and the absorbing pleasures and glories of the present hour will have no relation to the past but such as is peaceful and happy. We shall not preserve our identity in the absolute sense, for the old selfish nature will cease to be any part of our identity. That is dead and buried, while we are only "alive unto God through Christ Jesus our Lord."— Christian Register.

THE end of a thing is better than the beginning. The safest way is to reserve our joy till we have good proof of the worthiness and fitness of the object.— Bishop Hall.

The National Magazine.

JULY, 1854.

EDITORIAL NOTES AND GLEANINGS.

WITH the present number we begin another volume. We renew our semi-annual bow to our

readers, and hope to be able to salute each and all of them, and many more, at the end of the ensuing six months. Our publication has an important aim; it is endeavoring to accomplish it on the cheapest possible terms-cheaper, it is thought, than those of any other periodical of its size and execution in the land. Let every friend to cheap and wholesome literature then give us his hand. We ask, further, that every such friend would give us his personal aid by recommending the work to his neighbors and associates: show it, speak of its terms, and you can hardly fail of effectually promoting it. Among the attractions of the next volume will be:

The completion of Konig's fifty designs, illustrative of Luther's History.

The illustrated "Trip from St. Petersburgh to Constantinople," taking in the scenes of the Eastern war.

Illustrations of Bunyan's Life and Times, giving the most complete series of pictures respecting Bunyan ever yet published, including a great variety of localities, relics, &c.

A series of portraits of Artists.

A series of elegant "Poetic Pictures," or fine specimens of the "Poets illustrated by the Artists"- -one at least in each number.

A series of superb illustrations of the best scenes in Bunyan's Progress.

An abundant variety of pictorial illustrations of scenery, art, science, &c.

Increased labor will be bestowed on the whole work, and it will as heretofore be made to subserve the cause of sound morals and pure religion. Reader, if you are the friend of cheap and wholesome literature for "the people," we ask, and we trust not in vain, for your hearty patronage. No periodical of the land has received more emphatic indorsement from the press, or has warmer friends; and though the field has be prepossessed by gigantic competitors, commanding all the public appliances of the market, yet are we gradually finding a hearty reception into almost every section of the country, and our progress is none the less healthful, perhaps, for being steady and gradual. We shall labor to deserve increasing patronage by continual improvements. We tip our editorial hat to you then, good reader, and pass along to our work, confident of your good fellowship and good wishes.

The article on St. Petersburgh, in our present number, is from a skillful hand-a Frenchman who writes from personal observation. The illustrations have been reproduced expressly for our pages, from good French engravings. We have an abundance of them prepared for the

future numbers of the series, and we doubt not that good judges of the art will admit them to be among the very best specimens of wood engraving yet seen in this country. A few of them may be familiar to the eye of the reader from other sources; these will, however, be but few among the many.

LAST DAYS OF JAY.-We give a sketch of the life of "Jay of Bath" in our present number. The writer alludes, in the conclusion of the article, to John Angel James's last interview

with the venerable preacher. We observe in an English periodical a fuller account of that interview. Mr. James says:—

"We would not say there was nothing in his life that became him like its ending; but, rather, that his end became the holy, dignified, humble course he had always pursued. There was the same deep and unaffected humility; the same gleams of playful fancy, mingling with his deep seriousness, and which looked like gentle flashes of summer's lightning issuing from the clouds of sickness and disease that lingered on his horizon; the same affection beaming out on all around him; the same settled hope, and unrapturous, untalkative, solid peace. The portions of God's word that he dwelt most upon, were such as these:-'O Lord, I have waited for thy salvation; let me not be ashamed of my hope: 'Looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life: 'Blessed be the God

and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation.' On Christmas-day he plaintively said to a friend, This is a sorrowful Christmas-day; but I can say, "Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift." I will venture to allude to the last interview I was permitted to hold with him, which was a month before his decease. I was thus privileged, above most, in being allowed to see him just when his feet were touching the brink of the dark cold flood, and his eye was upon the stream; and I can assure you there was no shuddering to cross, nor casting back a longing, lingering look on earth. Having recovered from a burst of emotion on my entering the room, he conversed, as far as suffering would permit, with solemn cheerfulness and deep humility. The great truths which he had so many years preached in life were now the foundation of his hope, and the support of his soul in death. On my referring to that expression in the ninety-first Psalm, as applicable to his own case, With long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation,'-Ah!' replied he, 'Beza said on his deathbed, "I have known the fulfillment of every part of the Psalm but the last verse, and I shall know that in an hour." My experience,' he said, 'is contained in those words of David: "O God of my salvation, in thee do I trust; let me not be ashamed of my hope." We then gathered around the domestic altar, in the sacrifice of which he joined with deep solemnity and emotion; and we parted till we shall meet in that world where death and the curse are known no more. Much could be told of the unruffled serenity, the uncomplaining resignation, and exemplary patience, with which he bore the weight of his long and grievous affliction. I mourn,' he exclaimed, but I do not murmur. O Lord, consider my affliction, and forgive all my sins. There was a simple grandeur in his death that harmonized with the humility and dignity of his life."

The New Quarterly Review, which by the way is one of the smartest critical slicers now in England, has broken in upon the secrets of the London book trade most ruthlessly, and brought some of the cockney publishers "about its ears," like the buzzing stingers of an overturned bee-hive. It discusses the maltreatment of authors by the publishers, and does so with manful spirit and an evident acquaintance with the details of the subject. Of the fulsome adcaptandum strategy of modern literary advertis

ing it gives the following good-we were about to say caricature-but that would not be correct-it is a specimen :

MESSRS. CURL, OSBORNE & LINTOT Have just published the following new and interesting Works.

No. I.

In two vols., Svo. Price 30s., boards. PRIVATE DIARY AND STATE PAPERS

OF HIS LATE MAJESTY,

THE KING OF THE CANNIBAL ISLANDS, Edited by EPHRAIM DRUDGE, Esq.

Author of "Memoirs of Whittington," &c., &c., &c.

OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

There is not a spot of earth upon which the eyes of all mankind are more intensely fixed than upon the interesting islands lately ruled over by the illustrious author of these astounding revelations. The historian will find here fountains of deep philosophy; the geog rapher will read in them new truths; the ethnologist will devour them with anxious curiosity; the general reader will be entranced by their scenes of love and war. No one should be without this Diary and State Papers.-Tartarly Review.

No library can be complete without this all-important work.-Little Pedlington Gazette.

There is a gushing freshness about these volumes.Publishers Laureat.

This is the most important work ever issued from the press.-The Admirer.

We have read these volumes through at a sitting. There is nothing dull in them. The reader need not be deterred by fears of dry details, either historical, geographical, or ethnological. They read like a romauce.--The Literary Gazer,

No. II.

In two vols. Price 288., boards.

DANE HILL TO THE DANUBE. With Illustrations, containing Portraits of all the Russian and Turkish troops, and pictures of all the Battles, from the Battle of Oltenitza to the Battle of the Pruth.

OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

Thrilling interest and intense talent.-Middlesex Magazine.

The author was thrice wounded while sketching the battles depicted in these volumes.-The Pict.

We congratulate the public upon the energy displayed by our traveler and their publishers. Three weeks only have elapsed since the battle of the Pruth was fought, and we have before us a history of that battle which may vie with Napier's descriptions of the battles of the Peninsula; and which is adorned with pictorial representations that are at least equal to the battle-scenes of Lorenzo Comendich.-The Voice of Minerca.

Who can the author be? All the world is asking. It is rumored that he is a general officer who fought at the head of his regiment in every one of these battles.-The Grub-street Gossip.

No. III. OCCASIONAL POEMS. By Lady Laura Matilda Mellicent.

No. IV. THE MOLTING CANARY BIRD, and other Tales. By the Honorable Frederick Fitz

Fade.

No. V. TORN HEART-STRINGS. By 'A0λcos.

"We have many complaints of this nature before us, but we prefer to instance what we mean by an anecdote told us by Mr. F, the enterprising American publisher. The sharp, active, ubiquitous American rushed into our sanctum not long since to give us some information we had asked of him touching new American books. He was in a fit of most indignant disgust at English dilatoriness, English apathy, and especially at English gentility. You English,' said he, 'are above your business. I have been this morning to 's, and have been kept waiting half an hour, although my business was to buy his books. I went thence to -s, where they kept me waiting not quite so long; but when one of the partners did come to me, after I had told him my business, he turned round to a shopman, with half a lisp and a drawl, and said, "Mr. So-and-so, do we publish the book Mr. F wants?" 'Your old country, sir, is getting gouty, and you are all so genteel that everybody thinks he must cut himself out to the pattern of the shadow of some lord. I should like to see the Boston bookseller who would have to ask his shopman what books he published.' We cannot record the exact language of our energetic friend's indignation, but we know we laughed heartily, and asked whether we were at liberty to repeat the anecdote. Repeat it! I wish you would. Repeat it to the almighty universe,' he answered, and vanished."

BRYANT AND GILFILLAN.-The London Athenæum notices a new edition of our countryman Bryant's Complete Works, issued in London and edited by Gilfillan. It says, "Here is an edition of one of the soundest and soberest of the American poets, under the guardianship of the loudest and most extravagant of British 'editors,' the gentleman of whom it has been said, that he thinks himself a great painter because he paints with a big brush.' The Rev. 'Gorgeous Gilfillan gives us a taste of his usual quality in an introductory essay; but he fails to throw any particular light on the subject in hand." Poor Gilfillan, like his cotemporary, Satan" Montgomery, finds no mercy among the English critics.

Jeremy Taylor said:-Hasty conclusions are the mark of a fool: a wise man doubteth-a fool rageth, and is confident: the novice saith, I am sure that it is so; the better learned answers, Peradventure it may be so, but I prithee inquire. Some men are drunk with fancy, and mad with opinion. It is a little learning, and but a little, which makes men conclude hastily. Experience and humility teach modesty and fear.

PIGTAILS AND POWDER.-The Romans began to cut their hair about A. U. C. 454, (300 years before Christ,) when Ticinius Maenas introcurled, and perfumed it. duced barbers from Sicily. Then they cut, At night they covered the hair with a bladder, as is done now with a net or cap. Eminent hair-dressers were as much resorted to by ladies as in the present day. A writer in the English Quarterly Review, discussing the caprices of fashion respecting the hair, gives us the history of the pigtail. The natural hair, powdered and gathered in a cue, at first long, then short, and tied with ribbon, became the mode-to rout which it required a revolution; in 1793 it fell-together with the monarchy of France. In the English world of fashion, the system stood out somewhat later; but the Gallomaniac Whigs were early deserters; and Pitt's tax on hair-powder, in 1795, gave a grand advantage to the innovating party. Pigtails continued, however, to be worn by the army, and those of a considerable length, until