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think the evil of the matter is more in the abuse than in the practice) that do not so much inveigh against their favourite amusements. They are apt to feel that this is a good sort of religion for them. Still more, if this is the fashionable religion, they find an additional inducement for attaching them to it."

"There is a system of truth, pure, spiritual and ennobling, that is kindly and encouraging to every generous and holy feeling, that is fitted to elevate, to sanctify, to gladden the soul; and all that they know about it is, that it is not severe nor strenuous concerning trifles, nor strict about things indifferent, that it does not require any austerity nor eccentricity of manners, that it is fair and inviting in its outward appearance. Its inward beauty they have never perceived: its glorious power they have never felt. They have caught a gleam of light from it: but even the light that is in them, is darkness; and how great is that darkness! They are all the worse, it may be, for what they know. They condemn others, and this keeps them from thinking humbly of themselves," &c. &c.

We regret that we are obliged to pass on to the concluding strong appeal.

before the face of the world, and in the sight of heaven. There have been instances, in which I am compelled to believe the result of the experiment has been, at least, of a doubtful character. What it shall be on the shores of this new world, this new theatre of human improvement, is given to us, in solemn charge, to determine. If society is enough advanced to bear the experiment, it shall come to a glorious termination; if not, then the weak ness and wickedness of man must, till other centuries, restrain the liberty of the soul and the light of heaven.”

GLEANINGS; OR, SELECTIONS AND

REFLECTIONS MADE IN A COURSE
OF GENERAL READING.

No. CCCCXI.
Bonaparte.

"None of the arts of peace at all suit Bonaparte: he finds no amusement but in the violent crises produced by battles. He has known how to make truces, but he has never said sincerely, enough; and his character, irreconcileable with the rest of the creation, is like the Greek fire, which no strength in nature has been known to extinguish."

Baroness De Staël's "Ten Years' Exile," I ,"p. 154.

No. CCCCXII.
The People the Live-Stock of the
Church.

"Let us then, Christian brethren, be on our guard. The great trial is now passing, and is passing before the face of the world and in the sight of heaven-to see whether man can. The nomination to church-livings be liberal and good: free in inquiry, except by members of the church and yet strict in conscience: unpre- themselves, (says Dr. Priestley in his judiced, and yet under the influence of salutary restraint: whether he can be indulgent in charity and yet severe in principle; rational without cold abstraction and cheerful without hurtful levity: wiser than the men of former days, and at the same time, more humble to see, whether religion, that has so long lived in the fears of men, can live in their love and veneration: whether religion, that has so long dwelt in rites and forms, can dwell at last in the spirit: whether in fine, religion, that in former times has gone away to caves and hermitages to make its abode, or has scarcely departed from the temple of its worship, can come, at last, and dwell in the midst of society.

"I repeat it, the trial is passing

Essay on Government,") is a thing so absurd, that the idea never occurred for many centuries in the Christian world; and we may venture to say that it never could have entered into the head of any man, had not the revenues of the church grown so considerable as to become worth the notice of the civil magistrate, who took advantage of them to oblige his creatures and dependants. The fruits of this method of proceeding are such as might have been expected from its introduction. The people belonging to the Established Church are like the vassals of the Polish nobility or the mere live stock of a farm delivered over as parcel of the estate to every succeeding incumbent.

POETRY.

TRANSLATION

Of some Latin Verses of Dr. Jortin's.

"The following lines are from a modern author, but they are not more classical in their Latinity, than in the contrast they draw between the renovations of Nature and the hopeless dissolution of Man."

The Necessity of Revelation to teach the Doctrine of a Future Life;
a Sermon by John Kenrick, M. A. p. 17. Note.

Hei mihi! lege ratâ, Sol occidit atque resurgit,
Lunaque mutatæ reparat dispendia formæ ;
Astraque, purpurei telis extincta diei,

Rursus, nocte, vigent: humiles telluris alumni,
Graminis herba virens, et florum picta propago,
Quos crudelis Hiems letali tabe peredit,

Cùm Zephyrus vox blanda vocat, rediitque sereni
Temperies anni, fœcundo e cespite surgunt.
Nos, Domini rerum! nos, magna et pulchra minati,
Cùin breve ver vitæ robustaque transiit ætas,
Deficimus; nec nos ordo revolubilis auras
Reddit in ætherias, tumuli nec claustra resolvit.

Jortin. Tracts, Vol. I. 24, 25.

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We, Lords o'er all! elate with pride, and

gay,

Life's Spring and Summer quickly past, decay.

For us no second Spring dispels the thickening gloom;
No friendly hand unbars the portals of the tomb!

Chesterfield.

LINES

Occasioned by the Controversy on the Origin of Evil.

O! ask me not of Evil, whence it comes,
Or how it comes :-but mark the noble throng
And graceful which comes forth t' oppose its steps.
Faith with her steady eye serene, and Hope,
(Hope in her loveliest garb, Hope rainbow-elad,)
And Love, the chief of all, when overcoming
Evil with good; and Peace, and Patience calm

R. W.

Meekness with Christian Victory hand in hand;
And Conscience too; for where her beauty, where
Her power shall we behold, if not in proof
Daily against the strength and wiles of Evil?
For Man-what shapes of Evil can he fear,
While Guards and Conquerors like these are his ?
Sickness? lo! Patience lends her potent aid!
The loss of friends? With silent finger there
Faith points to cloudless Heavens! The sting of Death?
O no! for Christian Victory attends.

A band more glorious not in Dothan's mount,
With fiery chariots, and with steeds of fire,
The Prophet and his servant saw, rejoiced,
And trusted in, and not in vain.

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One, of her strongest earthly stay hereft,
Disease and Death had entered at her door,
And swept her dearest hopes away, and made
The happy wife a mourning widow now.
Her heavy load of grief she had to bear

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In loneliness of heart. Some would have thought
Her soul cast down with trembling doubt and dread.
But 'twas not so! She knew this heavenly band
Attending all her way, supporting her

In the dim vale of tears; still hov'ring o'er,
And guiding still th' ascending steps which lead
To that glad Eminence, bright with God's own beams,
From whence is seen the Heavenly Canaan nigh.

H. M.

ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HOOD.

(See Franklin's Journey to the Polar Sea.)

He's gone! the gallant and the gifted youth,
And plies his glorious search no more below.

His search was knowledge, well-earned fame, and truth:
For these he crossed the trackless wastes of snow;

For these he held communion with the deep,

And traced the silent heavens, while all around was sleep.

He watch'd the gleaming points of dubious light,
Which cheat the gazer with a treacherous dawn;
He mark'd the stars that wheel their circles bright,
Through midnight skies, but vanish in the morn.
Like these he faded from his opening day,

Like those his brightness gleam'd, and darkness quench'd the ray.

When waters raged and down the billowy fall

Death chased the bark, and sprang to seize his prey,

He dared the pass, and utter'd first the call,

To save the sinking comrades. On that day
A Hero's fame he earn'd, and many a voice

For Husband, Father saved, doth in that fame rejoice.

But on the verge of a more dread abyss,
He stood in greater calmness; knew the stream
Of life was bearing him to gulfs than this
More deep, more overwhelming. We may

deem

A Christian Hero him, who view'd life's close
With steady eye, and faith, the spirit's calm repose

"He trusted still." And was his trust in vain?

O no! it cheer'd him to his latest hour,

And will beyond the grave. It soothes the pain
Of those who mourn to see his face no more.
It tells, "Let heroes share their hard-earn'd fame,
But reverence and love endear the Christian's name."

TO A BUTTERFLY RESTING ON A SKULL.

(From the Literary Gazette.)

Creature of light and air,

Emblem of that which may not die!

Wilt thou not speed thy flight,

To chase the south wind through the sunny sky?
What lures thee thus to stay

With silence and decay,

Fix'd on the wreck of dull mortality?

The thoughts once chamber'd there,

Have gather'd up their treasures and are gone!
Will the dust tell us where

They that have burst the prison-house are flown?
Rise, nursling of the day,

If thou wouldst trace their way!

Earth has no voice to make the secret known!

Who seeks the vanish'd bird

By the forsaken nest and broken shell?
Far hence he sings unheard,

Yet free and joyous 'midst the woods to dwell!
Thou, of the sunshine born,

Take the bright wings of morn!

Thy hope calls heavenward from yon ruin'd cell.

H. M.

HYMN TO THE HOLY ALLIANCE.

(From the Morning Chronicle.)

Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Kings of the earth,
Let us worship the Holy Alliance,

For the Royal Millenium will shortly have birth,

And the Monarchs may hurl a defiance

To Liberals, Patriots, Sages and all

Who would Tyrants controul, and the world disenthrall.

Monarchical practices who would forbid ?

Up with the scaffold and gibbet!

May the BOURBON of Naples, and him of Madrid,

Their butchering talents exhibit;

And prove to the world that legitimate thrones

Are cemented with blood and constructed of bones.

May the Saint Inquisition recover its sway,
For reasons religious and weighty,

And burn all its foes in an auto da fé,

To

prove that they're illuminati;

May dungeons, racks, tortures, be rife as of yore,
And the altars keep smoking with heretic gore.

Handcuff the high intellectual sots

Who have tasted Castalian water,

Plunge some in the dungeon where PELLICO rots,
And hurry the others to slaughter;

Has not an asinine EMPEROR said,

That he looks on the Muses with horror and dread?

Since your rights are divine, may ye tread in the paths
Of the worthy legitimate OMAR,

And condemn all our books to the heating of baths,
Beginning with HESIOD and HOMER,

Till ye leave not a work in our booksellers' shops,
But the latest of SOUTHEY's, and all Dr. SLOP'S.
Be a curfew ordain'd to extinguish each light
Of reason, religion and learning ;

Monks, Laureates, hirelings, be charter'd to write-
Other works sent the hangman for burning;
'Till a new age of darkness envelop our plains
In ignorance, sloth, superstition and chains.
May the throne and the altar oppress and defraud,
With huge standing armies to back them,
And should subjects still chatter of freedom unaw'd,
Burn, sabre, stab, gibbet, and hack them,
As ye've practised in Italy, Portugal, Spain,
Till the Holy Alliance unquestion'd shall reign.
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Kings of the earth,
Let us worship the Holy Alliance;

For the Royal Millenium will shortly have birth,
And the Monarchs may hurl a defiance

To Liberals, Patriots, Sages and all

Who would Tyrants controul, and the world disenthrall.

OBITUARY.

1823. Oct. 12, in London, at the house of his brother, Dr. Wollaston, of apoplexy, FRANCIS HYDE WOLLASTON, B. D., Archdeacon of Essex, &c. He was educated on the Foundation of the Charter House, from whence he removed to Sidney College, Cambridge, and obtained the high honour of Senior Wrangler in the tripos of 1783. Soon after, he was appointed lecturer in that college, and subsequently he became fellow and tutor of Trinity Hall. He held the office of Moderator in the Senate House Examinations, in 1788 and 1789. In 1792 he was appointed Jacksonian Professor of Natural and Experimental Philosophy; which place he held till the year 1813; having delivered no less than twenty-one courses of lectures. His ecclesiastical preferments were the rectory of South Weald and the vicarage of Cold Norton, (from which the late Francis Stone was ejected,) in Essex, the rectory of West Denham, in Norfolk (the presentation to which benefice is vested in his family); together with the Archdeaconry of Essex, to which he was collated by the present

Bishop of London in 1814. His invention of the Barometrical Thermometer will be a lasting monument of his skill in applying to practice previously existing theorems.

Nov. 20, in his 75th year, at Almondale, or Ammondell, the seat of his late distinguished brother, the Hon. Henry Erskine, THOMAS LORD ERSKINE. His Lordship was the youngest of three sons. The eldest, the Earl of Buchan, is now the only survivor; the second son, the Hon, Henry Erskine, long the grace and ornament of society in Edinburgh, and at the Scottish Bar, died several years ago, [Mon. Repos. XII. 626, 692, and XIII. 265.] The father left Lord Buchan with an encumbered estate, on which to support himself and complete the education of his two brothers, and, we believe, they both owed much to his exertions in their behalf. We have heard it said, that the net income of Lord Buchan when he succeeded his father, was not more than £150 a year. He found it necessary to lay down a sys

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