the sight of God. The scriptures | salvation as possible, independently of condemn uncleanness; the heathen the gospel. This, sir, is a question of importance, especially as some have taken upon them to decide in the negative. are guilty of uncleanness; therefore the heathen are culpable in the sight of God:" and so with regard to every other sin. But, sir, is this just reasoning? Shall we make these rules of scripture, by which Christians will be judged, the standard of deciding the character and fate of millions of our fellow-creatures, who have no knowledge of the scriptures? I think not; and therefore, although the heathen are guilty of idolatry, and uncleanness, and a variety of other atrocities, yet they cannot be so culpable in the sight of God as those are who commit those or similar sins in a Christian country. I do not say that the heathen are blameless before God; on the contrary, I believe them to be guilty; but their guilt must arise from some other circumstance, than their doing those things which the scriptures condemn. The apostle tells us (Rom. ii. 14, 15,) that "those who have not the law, are a law unto themselves; which shew the work of the law written in their hearts, their conscience also bearing witness, and their thoughts the mean while accusing, or else excusing, one another." Now it appears to me, sir, that the guilt of the heathen arises from their acting in opposition to the dictates of their consciences; which, according to the sense of the apostle, will (karŋYoрovvTwv) accuse, or speak against them, when they do wrong; and from this inward accusation they must know when they do wrong, and (aπoAoyovμevov) apologize for, or defend them when they do right, and from this pleasing testimony they must know when they do right. Hence we may conclude, that the heathen are capable of distinguishing between good and evil; although, at the same time, their evidence cannot be so direct and explicit as it would have been, had they been furnished with a written law; and this circumstance, as it lessens their obligation, so it diminishes their guilt. I admit, then, that the heathen are guilty, so far as they act in opposition to those means which they possess, for enabling them to perform those duties which God may require at their hands. I shall now inquire how far it is proper to consider their That the heathen cannot be saved exactly in the same way in which those may be saved who are in the possession of the gospel, namely, through faith in Christ, is readily granted; for how can they believe in him of whom they have not heard? But, that it is possible for them to be saved through the merit of Christ, in some way unknown to us, may be safely admitted; for, to suppose that a person cannot be saved through the atonement of the Redeemer, without some knowledge of him, and some faith in him, would be to exclude all infants from the possibility of salvation, and to people the regions of the damned with children of a span long. Let it be remembered, sir, that if the heathen do not, because they cannot, believe in Christ,-on the other hand, they do not, because they cannot, reject him, until he has been preached among them. But there is another question, sir, connected with this part of my subject. Is their present state of darkness and ignorance to be attributed to them as a crime? To this it may be answered, that, as it respects the first race of heathens, they were doubtless left in a state of darkness and unbelief as a punishment for their inveterate disobedience to God. This, I think, is distinctly stated by the apostle, in the following words :"Because that when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful, but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened: professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and four-footed beasts, and creeping things; wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness," &c. From the above statement it is pretty evident that, in the first instance, they involved themselves in darkness and misery. But this is not the case with the present race of heathens; they are involuntarily placed in their present circumstances, and to suppose their condition to be such, as to render their salvation impossible, would be to bring the doctrine of reprobation upon us with a vengeance ; for it would be no more just in God to damn the heathen for the sins of their forefathers, than to damn numbers of the human race for the sin of our first parents. But while I contend for the possibility of the salvation of the heathen independently of the gospel, at the same time I admit that it is doubtful; and, allowing that some of them will be ultimately saved, yet their happiness in a future state cannot be expected to be so great as it would have been, had they been saved according to the plan of the gospel. All, however, that I contend for, is, that God can never place multitudes of his creatures in circumstances which render the performance of certain duties absolutely impracticable, and then exclude them from his presence, and punish them eternally, for not doing what he knew before they were born they could not do; and I can no more consistently with my creed doom the heathen to inevitable destruction, than I can consign little children and idiots to the flames of an unquenchable fire. But at the same time, sir, I do not wish to be understood, as believing that all the heathen must necessarily be saved; my belief is, that the heathen may be saved on certain conditions, differing from those required of such as are in possession of the gospel, and accommodated to the capacities and circumstances of the persons to whom they are proposed. (To be continued.) POETRY. 22. TO TIME, ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE YEAR 1824. As pass'd eighteen hundred and twenty and four. Say, does thy dominion extend over all? Ab, no! there is ONE over thee who has pow'r : Thou'rt only a vassal; thou surely shalt fall, Like lost eighteen hundred and twenty and four. Eternity's God is thy Maker and King, Which thee He will finally cause to devour; Then, all things terrestr'al t' an end He will bring, As fell eighteen hundred and twenty and four. But man has a soul that can we'er cease to think; In happiness rise, or in misery sink: Eternity's depths it must live to explore; Unlike eighteen hundred and twenty and four. ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER. WINTER now, with threatening aspect, Comes with whirlwinds in his train; Marring ev'ry beauteous prospect, Desolating bill and plain. (Suggested on reading No. XIII. of the Camera Dead are all the painted flowers, Obscura.) Which so late bedeck'd the ground; 'Mid the groves and shady bowers, Mate is ev'ry soothing sound. See the ling'ring, drowsy morning, Sicken'd with the mournful scene; Lo! the sun, with sidelong glances, Scarcely darts a ray between. Smiles forsake the dimpled feature, While the day is spent in sadness, When the storms of time shall cease, To enjoy a new creation, In a world of rest and peace! Near Kingsbridge, Dec. 1824. T. JARVIS. THE MARINER'S GRAVE. (Founded on a recent occurrence.) THE night had been stormy, the morning had brought A loud roaring and boisterous wave; A vessel in imminent danger was there, More fierce were the breakers, more heavy the surge, Death appear'd in the foam-brighten'd wave; Aloud in the rigging the funeral dirge Was yell'd o'er the mariner's grave. Yet a glad ray of light at that moment begun It seem'd for a season our wishes to crown,- That he smil'd on the mariner's grave. But ah, soon we saw all those fond hopes were past, For beneath the encircling wave The ball quickly sunk-then the yards, and each mast They were hid in the mariner's grave. Our boatmen no sooner the shipwreck espied, Than they basten'd the dying to save; And voices on shore, to encourage them, cried, Go, and fear not the mariner's grave." "Go, husbands, and fathers, and brethren, go, Go, and give the assistance they crave; For many a blessing shall wait here for you, Who ne'er dreaded the mariner's grave." The Goodwin-sands. A HYMN. BY JOHN Gorton. AUTHOR of this fair world, of that bright sun, seen By man at once, how they would overwhelm him! Yet these are trivial, nay, contemptible, Of ages indeterminate; of empires And from Thyself, prolific could'st create Fresh systems and fresh suns; new men, new angels; Thy hand omnipotent, artist divine! Would not be straiten'd then; thy infinite wisdom Not circumscrib'd. Thou, only Thou art worthy Of homage, and of praise. Thou art the spring, Must then ensue, and chance or chaos-Again I saw him. Oh, the sight! how (haply Both then would prove the same) would claim the whole. Had I a muse of fire, that could ascend Yet tho' my strongest pow'rs may fail to paint Still will I praise him with my utmost fervour, And I will call on nature to unite In the delightful theme :--and first, O sun! Thou flaming emblem of his love and prowess, First let me call on thee; when thou dost come Forth from thy chambers with fresh strength attir'd, In thy new lustre tell the gladsome morn Who fram'd thy sphere, and when thou dost decline, Then in thy silvery mantle let the moon That rear their lofty heads up to the skies, And bounteous fields, and teeming trees, and flowers Emitting fragrance; let your diff'rent odours, By gentle zephyrs wafted, soar to Him, Mingled with melody from unnumber'd sources. Thou glorious Parent of all things existing, Inspire my soul with pure celestial ardour, And draw my mind from every frivolous subject, To centre, gracious Sire, alone on Thee. THE MANIAC. YES, once I saw him; every happiness changed! I saw him in a maniac's dreary cell! But with a wild and frantic cry, he said, 'My children! ah, my children"!—The great deep Contain'd them;-and their mother lay SAY, what is Heaven?-A place of pure delight, Of perfect joy, of harmony, of peace; Of the Almighty, Great, Eternal, ONE. And injure none, and none shall know decay; L. THE DEVELOPMENT OF INTELLECT. The well-spoke laws of beav'n; And from them knowledge draw; On splendid treasures seize at school, On couch of ease shall rest, Whilst he with ease is blest. Perhaps the flowers of virtue's grove The vale of pain, death's frigid zone, And breathe adieu in groans; Yea, when on vitals stern disease The human system wear; With 'kerchief smooth the sweat of death, With eyes on heav'n, with pious breath, Thou'lt bid adieu in pray'r. W. B. M. DESPAIR. MOMENTS on moments still and still succeed, And with new points to make the wretched bleed; Tedious they creep, yet bear my life away, The sun awhile his trembling footsteps guides, In vain he tries to keep his tott'ring feet, One moment more, for all he loves he sighs, A SOLILOQUY. ELIZA. wave, Fierce as the storm which, howling, rends Deep as the ghastly op'ning of the grave, Loud as the thunder 'midst the vaulted skies, Bitter as e'er the base empoison'd bowl: Such are the feelings of the tortur'd heart, Wrung by the vile pretender to admire, Who fairly seeming, acts the traitor's part, And damps the torch of friendship's holy fire. Woolwich, Kent. ELIZA. THE talent of this author is great, and of a peculiar kind, consisting as much in what he conceals, as in what he discloses to the reader. Some of his tales break off abruptly, leaving the reader to form the conclusion for himself, thus conferring upon them a greater interest than they would have, were they fully narrated. We sat down to the perusal of these volumes, expecting a high treat, and were certainly not disappointed; for, though inferior in some respects to his former productions, and though the subjects of many chapters have been often repeated in other works, yet by the manner of handling them, they are made to possess all the charms of novelty, joined to a style which Addison himself would not have been ashamed to own. |