compared with the siege and sacking of a single populous city, or the frightful slaughter and havoc of one great battle, where glory is won, is but as an infant's gentle death, beside the sudden engulphing in the waves of all whom the Arctic bore. And yet the death of these sends consternation and grief into every home, while those perish on their gory bed and no man layeth it much to heart. I mark the fact without pausing to explain the anomaly-barely adding, that if intense sympathy in the lesser calamity is comely and proper, it ought at least to be felt so strongly in respect to the greater, as to rouse the nations with one mind to frown upon and forbid ferocious war, and send the whole church in wrestlings to the Throne of Mercy, that the sword may be turned into the ploughshare for ever.

Religious trust in God through Jesus Christ, is calmness and safety everywhere. Such trust lifts the soul above sudden terrors or calamities-fits man to live, suffer, or die, as the Infinitely Wise may appoint. And he who is ready to die is ready for every emergency. At home and abroad, on the shore or on the sea, if the summons come to enter the spirit-world, it is equally well to those who have no will but their Father's in Heaven. If death stare them in the face on the great deep, they can look upon him without

blenching, and at the command of a loving Father, can lie down as calmly to their last sleep among the waves, as though the softest couch witnessed their closing struggle, or freshest flowers bloomed over the spot containing their remains. Be ye therefore ready. I hear a voice from Heaven addressing these momentous words to living men-addressing them with emphasis at all times, in view of every danger that besets and every uncertainty that shrouds man's mortal hour-but addressing them with special emphasis to a nation in tears, in view of that distressing calamity which in a moment quenched hope and joy and life in a watery tomb. I hear that voice address itself to each of you-adding with impressive tone, lest you should reject, as at other times, the counsel of God against yourselves, and spurn the oft repeated warning, and lapse, through the world's freezing contact, into former insensibility: "Go and sin no more, lest a worst thing come unto you."

THE LATE REVEREND DR. BRODHEAD AS A

PREACHER.

WHEN a minister of Christ, whose steadfast and loyal services, for long and wearisome years, the Master has signally honored; who has approved himself a man greatly expert in the noblest of sciences-that of winning souls; whose power to touch and melt the heart with the publicly spoken message, and persuade men, "in Christ's stead, to be reconciled to God," the experience of numbers has attested,―sinks to his grave, laden though it be with years as with honors, the event is hardly less saddening than full of interest. The pensive feelings, however, with which we regard it, are relieved, and even cheered by the reflection, that the weary and wayworn is now at rest, sleeping profoundly at the close of life's toilful day, without liability to have the rest broken, save by the last trumpet's call.

The memory of such is the heritage of the Church. The savor of his name is fresh and fragrant. memorial needs not to be written with human hands.

His

It is graven on the fleshly tablets of the hearts of those whom his life-long assiduity and labors guided to the cross, and of those to whom these became, in turn, instrumental in determining to choose "that good part" which the docile Mary chose, sitting at the feet of her Lord. And thus the record of a good man's character and achievements requires not to be often brought before the public eye, lest it should pass into oblivion; for that record which is laid up in the archives of many Christian hearts, linked together by a common association, is most likely to be enduring. Such record, nevertheless, it is fitting from time to time to present, as may enable men to derive from an eminently useful career, the full benefit it is designed and adapted to yield.

That Dr. Brodhead was one of the most popular preachers of his times; that his popularity was not factitious and ephemeral, and, as a too frequent consequence, empty and void,.but was composed of solid elements, giving it genuine vitality and power-and power judged by the truest tests--it would be captious to deny. It is, however, no disparagement to say that, intellectually, his rank would have been no higher than that of numbers of his order, who lead useful, and laborious, and devoted, but not remarkable lives. Were the sermons before us in print,

with which his highest effects were produced, the leisurely examination of them might disclose little to extort our admiration at the mental scope and resources therein revealed; and we might even wonder, as the readers of Whitfield have wondered, at the disproportion between the thing written and the thing spoken. We might vainly seek to find what should strongly remind us of the suggestive thought, the keen and comprehensive survey of a subject, the acute and subtle, yet sinewy and all-compelling logic, forging its massive argument, link by link, to the last link of the unbreakable chain-such as a discourse by South or Barrow presents. Nor might we find a Jeremy Taylor's affluence of imagery and illustration, joined to the curious learning poured out almost as lavishly as Montaigne's, and enriched by a meteor-brilliancy of imagination; nor the felicities of Tillotson's or even of Scougal's style, nor the severe elaboration of stately sentences, such as Robert Hall furnishes constant examples of,—the fitting medium for his massive thoughts; nor the striking appositeness of Scripture quotation, seemingly natural, almost spontaneous, yet intensely artistic, dovetailing the inspired utterance into the preacher's thought, which forms one of Blair's, and still more of our own Mason's, most noticeable excellences;