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of beings. Those days look beautiful in the with beauty. There is a revelry of earth and remembrance; we feel shackled by the appoint- sky. ed studies ; we long to breathe once more the How nearly allied is May with all that we free winds of heaven. Perhaps we are engaged experienced in youth ! How thrilling were in the dark lecture-room, and the sun beams those moments when the heart first awoke to in at the ancient window; it tells us of green the enchanting glories of creation!. the earth grassy fields, and high hill-tops, and long shady seemed some divine abode, some spirit-dwelling woods, and straggling lanes, and mossy banks, realm. We thought not of sorrow; love alone and blossoming orchards, and bee-hives, and reigned; it threw over all things an infinite old ivied trees, and ancient halls, and tapering meaning, an everlasting expression ; the very spires, and village-bells, and deep, deep tarns, air teemed with richest odours; the winds, and the blue-bell, and heather, and myrtle, the rolling, crashing thunders, the cataract, and clear waters, and we long to behold them the heaving, swelling, dashing ocean, seemed all again. Every spare moment is given to fraught with majestic, imperishable, deep-toned poetry and divine philosophy; their mighty harmonies. The world, with its thousand happy and tremendous music enters the soul; the homes, broke in upon the soul as a dream; marvellous song deepens ; scenes of ideal and as May came and went, a heaven of felicity loveliness paint themselves on the visual or- pervaded all the soul. gans; the heart burns with inextinguishable But, as summer wore on, our emotions bethought; we become etherealized; we live in came more spiritual, moreethereal, and the paintanother and fairer world ; our spirit is big with ings of the fancy bore a deeper colouring. How the brightness and the glory of the future ex- sweet, on a quiet eventide, to saunter along the istence. And—the silver bells have ceased, fine walks of an old garden, thinking of the and we wake again to every-day life :
past, the present, and the future; there is a meltLong let us stray,
ing of the heart; a soothing of the soul; mateAnd ever, as we come to the shorn mead,
rialism becomes vital, subtle; the melancholy And quit the garden with reluctance, then,
music of other days rolls on the ear; forgotten When we behold the smiling valley spread
faces In gay luxuriance far before us, sheep
reappear:And oxen grazing, till the eye is stayed,
In such a silent, cool, and wholesoine hour, The sinuous prospect turning from the view,
The Author of the world from heaven came And all above us, to the left and right,
To walk in Paradise, well pleased to mark Enchanting woodland to the topmost hill:
The harmless deeds of new created man. Then let the village bells, as often wont,
And sure the silent, cool, and wholesome hour Come swelling on the breeze, and to the sun,
May still delight him, our atonement made. Half-set, sing merrily their evening song.
Who knows, but as we walk, he walks unseen, I ask not for the cause - it matters not;
And sees and well approves the cheerful task It is enough for me to hear the sound
The fair one loves. He breathes upon the pink, Of the remote exhilarating peal,
And gives it odour; touches the sweet rose, Now dying all away, now faintly heard,
And makes it glow; beckons the evening dew, And now, with loud and musical relapse,
And sheds it on the lupin and the pea : Its mellow changes huddling on the ear.
Then smiles on her, and beautifies her cheek So have I stood at eve on Isis' banks,
With gay good humour, happiness, and health. To hear the merry Christchurch bells rejoice ;
So all are passing sweet, and the young Eve So have I sat, too, in thy honoured shades,
Peels all her pains rewarded, all her joys
Perfect and unimpaired.
Hurdis has one fine passage on the storm ; And suffered the slow stream to bear me home, its last few lines are exceedingly pleasing. The While Wykeham's peal along the meadow ran.
allusion to the family meeting in the morning The lines on May are worth preserving :- after the midnight tempest, and their telling How charming 'tis to see sweet May
how fiercely flashed the lightnings, and how Laugh in the rear of winter, and put on
loudly the thunders rolled, and how furiously Her gay apparel, to begin anew
the winds blew, and how the driving rain The wanton year. See where apace she comes,
dashed against the window panes, is beyond As fair, as young, as brisk, as when from heaven, Before the founder of the world, she tripped
expression beautiful, To Paradise rejoicing: the high breeze Wafts to the sense a thousand odours: hark !
Let me sit to see the lowering storm The cheerful music which attends.
Collect its dusky horrors, and advance
To bellow sternly in the ear of night; A charming description of May! and how
To see the Almighty Electrician come, fresh and beautiful is this month! It is arrayed Making the clouds his chariot. Who can stand with the delicious hawthorn, and all lovely When he appears? The conscious creature flies,
And skulks y, afraid to see his God flowers, and enlivened with the music of a
Charge and re-charge his dreadful battery. million happy creatures, who warble their notes
For who so pure his lightning might not blast, in the sunshine. The smile of the King seems And be the messenger of justice? Who imaged in its cerulean sky, its green, trans
Can stand exposed, and to his Judge exclaim,
“My heart is cleansed, turn thy storm away?" sparent earth, and its running waters. Nature
Fear not, ye fair, who with the naughty world is adorned with pristine innocence. The heath, Have seldom mingled. Mark the rolling storm, with its golden furze; the hedges, with their And let me hear you tell, when morning comes, white elders and wild honeysuckles; the fields,
With what tremendous howl the furious blast
Blew the large shower in heavy cataract with their cowslips, and primroses, and violets;
Against your window; how the keen, the quick, the river banks, with their blue forget-me-nots; And vivid lightning quivered on your bed, the gardens, with their lilacs, and laburnums, And how the deep artillery of heaven and acacias; the orchards, with their apple
Broke loose, and shook your coward habitation. and plum blossoms; and the shrubberies, with The drying up of the storm is vividly depicted their myrtles, and laurels, and lignums, beam in the following lines ; the scene is rendered
almost visible; we see the clear blue sky, the there, exulting in the everlasting gush of song, sunny radiance, the rain-drops hanging on the and in the presence of unclouded Deity, he branches, the leaves shaken by the fresh breeze; rolls out his anthem of all-delicious and purest we almost feel the purer existence :
To the memory of the great, and holy, and His watery ray impressed in brilliant hues
Titanic Edward Irving, we inscribe the conPaints the gay rainbow-all is calm and clear;
tents of this paper; it is a token of our lasting The blackbird sings.
regard and lasting admiration. He was the In 1792, our poet lost his favourite sister, first man whom we learned to love: the story Catherine; he felt that his family circle was of his life affected us more strangely than the broken into, and robbed of its sweetest member. history of a Dante or a Luther: his was a This preyed deeply on his sensitive and affec- marvellous tale. Hallowing are the feelings tionate heart; he felt the trial keenly. “She with which we gaze on the portrait of this was a gem,
so he writes to Cowper, “which magnificent man !--there it is, with his broad, had hung around my neck all the days of my expansive forehead, his dark, black curls, his life, and never lost its lustre.” This dear and wild, frenzied eye, his mild lips, his whole much-loved girl is the Margaret and Isabel of expression of a majestic and gigantic mind. his poetry. How forcible and eloquent does We could look thereon for hours; it breathes his grief burst forth; but it soon breathes a so much splendour of intellect, and yet such sweeter and calmer note; he becomes more deep and sincere holiness. resigned ; his lips speak a holier language ; his No man ever possessed greater intellectual sorrow is serene and gentle; no throbbing out- power with a larger share of true piety; he break now; all quiet and all still :-
was a prince in mind and in heart—in thought Yes, I was happier once, and fondly sung
and in feelings. Ah, he is a prince now among Of comforts not dissembled of my cot,
the thrones, dominions, and powers of the And sweet amusements which attract no more.
blessed world! His very look struck one as Methought my song should ever be content, Placed by iny God where I was richly blessed,
something above the common race; he was an In such a nook of life, that I nor wished
immortal among mortals; he felt himself as Nor fancied aught could have pleased me more.
the ambassador of the Holiest; he understood So sings the summer linnet on the bough; And, pleased with the warm sun-beam, half asleep,
thoroughly the majesty of the ministerial chaThe feeble sonnet of supine content
racter, and to this high but just regard may To his Creator warbles; warbles sweet,
be traced many of his misfortunes. He knew And not condemned, till some unfeeling boy
that it stood alone and unapproachable; before His piece unheeded levels, and with shower Of leaden mischief his ill uttered song
it, kings and nobles were as beggars ; it stripSuddenly closes; pines the songster then,
ped society of its gilded follies, and laid bare the Wounded and scared, flutters from bough to bough, emptiness of its vanities; it had the eye of Complains and dies, or lingers life away
the Eternal; it looked on man as he is, and In silent anguish, and is heard no more. My God, have I arraigned thee? Let thy bow
not as he is not; it had its station between Ten thousand arrows in this bosom fix,
heaven and earth; it was endowed with priviYet will I own thee just; take all away,
leges greater than those of angels; it was God Leave me no friend, but let me weep alone At mute affliction's solitary board:
incarnate-God himself standing up and offerSummon Cecilia to an early grave,
ing mercy and redemption to a fallen and a And let her tribe of cheerful graces fade,
lost people; its every note was authoritativeFast as the flower she gathers; let the worm
its every intonation godlike; the splendours Prey on the roses of Eliza's cheek, Yet will I bless thee; for to this harsh world
and the terrors of the Divinity alike upheld I came a beggar, but sufficient bread
it; upon all its parts shone the full, unclouded Have never needed; thy indulgent hand
glory of the Highest; to man it was not Fed and sustained me, and sustains me still; Nor feel I hardship which thy partial rod
responsible—to none was it amenable but Je. To me alone dispenses; bitter loss,
hovah; he was vouched to support and bless Sorrow and misery, o'erflow the cup
it to the end of time. Such was Irving's Of many a soul more innocent than mine.
opinion of the legate's office; and it was not Thou bounteous Author of all human bliss, Give me whatever lot thy wisdom deems
too lofty. Meet and convenient-pleasure, if thou wilt
Our author was essentially a poet-a great If not, then pain--and be it sharp as this
poet: the energy and beauty of everlasting My heart, though wounded, shall adore thee still,
truths glow throughout all his writings. We From these specimens, and numberless others acknowledge that he is not always sustained, which might easily be adduced, we think with that he is oftentimes weak, and insipid, and Southey, that Hurdis ought to have a place even absurd ; there are, doubtless, many inin every collection of the British Poets. He i ferior passages; his soul, at seasons, was diwrote in the cause of truth; and his life fur- vested of its majesty and its grandeur; but is nished the best commentary on his works. If not this common to all genius :—is Massillon his talents were not brilliant, they were far always eloquent ?-is Fenelon ever winning superior to many whose names are still men- and subduing ?-is there no weakness in Bostioned with honour; but with this world he suet's thundering denunciations, no stooping himself has done ; his spirit has entered that in his eagle flight :--is Robert Hall without yast and gigantic fabric where a thousand lyres one harsh note throwing some discord into breathe out their harmonies to the Invisible; his exquisite paragraphs ?- is Chalmers fault
less? The magnificent outpourings, and the buted to the charm; his aspect, wild, yet grave gorgeous outbreaks, and the sublime outbursts as of one labouring with some mighty burden; of the intellect and heart will not be perfect his voice, deep, clear, and with crashes of power until we reach the invisible world; there these alternating with cadences of softest melody; splendid gifts will be fully developed, and the his action, now graceful as the wave of the rapt multitude will speak their applause in the rose-bush in the breeze, and now fierce and deep-hushed silence. On earth, the purest urgent as the midnight motion of the oak in oratory must necessarily be dim—the loftiest the hurricane; the countenance, kindling, dilathymn feeble; but when Irving was himself, ing, contracting, brightening, or blackening with who so vast and infinite in his creations as the theme-now attractive in its fine symmehe? There is an imperishableness about his trical repose, and now terrible to look at, in every word ; they breathe the richest intona. its strong lines, and glaring excitement, and tions of the highest poetry—they are the swell- an air of earnestness and enthusiasm which ever ings of the Divine mind-they cannot pass prevented the impression that it was a mere away, and be forgotten-they are the thoughts display; all this formed an unparalleled com. of a mighty one-they light up our existence bination of the elements of Christian oratory' with radiance-they dignify our manhood - But to this master-eloquence Irving added they sparkle with a celestial lustre—they burn deep and fervent piety; whatever may have with an inextinguishable brilliancy; it is the been his errors, they were errors of the intellect, soft sighing of the falling zephyr, and the crash and not of the heart; his whole being was of ten thousand thunders.
devoted to the service of Jehovah; his entire In his boyhood, Irving evinced little or no existence was wrapt up in the Holiest; the taste for learning-he cared not for books ; sum total of his happiness was bound up in climbing the mountain-height, and wandering the fear of the Lord ; his religion was souldown wild, narrow glens, and looking into the influencing, spirit-exalting-withal, it gave him dark tarns, formed his favourite amusement and meekness, and gentleness, and long-suffering ; instruction. He loved to breathe the free air his conduct was as pure as his intellectual of liberty ; creation taught him eloquence and stature was gigantic; his moral nature was beauty; the hymn of Nature was whispered as conspicuous as his endowments were brilin every breeze, and sung in every wild sweep liant; in all things he sought the guidance and of the tempest: he was aroused —he was stir the smile of the Everlasting; he was a man red; he felt the mighty impulse; he yielded of unceasing prayer.
“ Some few of his conto the powerful influence. From that moment I temporaries might equal him in preaching, but he aspired to be above his fellows; he knew | none approached to the very hem of his garthat his proper sphere was to rule; henceforth ment while wrapt up into the heaven of devohe gave the energy of his herculean intellect tion; it struck you as the prayer of a great to the study of man; he called around him the being conversing with God; your thoughts immortals, and held long and deep communion; were transported to Sinai, and you heard Moses his aspirations pointed onwards to the church; speaking with the Majesty on high, under the therein he found a resting-place for his spirit: canopy of darkness, amid the quaking of the the realities of the unseen world, the sublimity solid mountain, and the glimmerings of celestial of the redemption, the mild meekness of the fire; or you thought of Elijah praying in the Saviour, the fatherly tenderness of God, the cave in the intervals of the earthquake; and pure inspiration and teachings of the Comforter, the fire and the still small voice : the solemthe first breathing of repentance, the return nity of the tones convinced you that he was of the wanderer to the fold, the gratulation of conscious of an unearthly presence, and speakangels, were subjects that absorbed his soul ; | ing to it, not to you; the diction and imagery and he loved: then came a softened radiance, showed that his faculties were wrought up to a mellowed lustre, over his majestic courage their highest pitch, and tasked to their noblest and tremendous conceptions.
endeavour in that celestial colloquy sublime; Years rolled away, and Irving was in the and yet the elaborate intricacy and swelling zenith of a London popularity; and he had pomp of his preaching were exchanged for deep married his first and only love. Princes and simplicity; a profusion of scripture was used; nobles crowded to hear his thrilling eloquence: and never did inspired language become lips then came the full display of his fearlessness of more than those of Irving: his public prayers man; for sin and iniquity he reproved him; told to those who could interpret their lanhe shrank not from his duty as the commission- guage of many a secret conference with heaven; ed legate of Heaven; rank, to him, was a vain they pointed to wrestlings all unseen, and bauble; it presented no safeguard against his groanings all unheard ; they drew aside, invodenunciation of wickedness; in the presence of luntarily, the veil of his secret retirements, and the Eternal he knew of no distinctions—all the let a light into the sanctuary of the closet different grades of society were levelled there itself. Prayers more elegant, and beautiful, ---crowns and coronets were thrown aside; his and melting have often been heard ; prayers spirit scorned to flatter—the beggar and the more urgent in their fervid importunity have peer alike trembled before his faithfulness; he been uttered once and again—such as those felt the majesty and dignity of his sacred office; which were sometimes heard with deep awe pride and vanity were banished, and the glory of to proceed from the chamber where the perhis Maker alone filled his heart—its every pul. turbed spirit of Hall was conversing aloud with sation beat to his praise.
its Maker, till the dawning of the day,-but The splendid Gilfillan, speaking of his pulpit prayers more majestic, and organ-like, and ministrations, says "His manner also contri- Miltonic, never.'
But to his oratory: how full of sublime upon fictitious brightness. He hath seen the King in poetry is this on the Day of Judgment:
his beauty, and the land that is afar off : how shali he
endure to soil his feet again with the base mould of But come at length it will, when Revenge shall array the degenerate earth, to breathe any longer the polluted herself to go forth, and Anguish shall attend her, and atmosphere of a world poisoned with sin, and full of the from the wheels of their chariot, Ruin and Dismay shall voices of sorrow! In this tabernacle he groans, being shoot far and wide among the enemies of the king, whose burdened. And when the grisly king shakes against desolation shall not tarry, and whose destruction, as the him his terrible dart, he openeth his bosom to receive wing of the whirlwind, shall be swift; hopeless as the the stroke of grace, saying the while: “O death, where conclusion of eternity, and the reversion of doom. Then is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" and, looking around the fiery concave of the wasteful pit the clang up to heaven, he takes his departure, saying: “Into thy of grief shall ring, and the flinty heart which repelled hand I commend my spirit; for thou hast redeemed tender mercy shall strike its fangs into its proper bosom; me, O Lord God of truth!” and the soft and gentle spirit which dissolved in volup. tuous pleasures shall dissolve in weeping sorrows and
The gentle putting off of mortality is exqui. outbursting lamentations; and the gay glory of time sitely described in this passage : it is a sweet in the chain of obdurate necessity. The green earth; soft, soul-like melody of Bryant. shall depart; and sportful liberty shall be bound for ever hymn to the power of death; it breathes the
We become with all her blooming beauty and bowers of peace, shall depart; the morning and evening salutations of kinsmen in love with the mighty giant; he is divested shall depart; and the ever-welcome voice of friendship, of his terrors. It is a yielding up of our corand the tender whisperings of full-hearted affection, shall ruptible, decayed, diseased existence: it is the depart for the sad discord of weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth; and the tender names of children,
putting on of our immortal, everlasting being; father, and mother, and wife, and husband, with the it is casting away the dross; the receiving the communion of domestic love and mutual affection; and pure, the fine gold. the inward touches of natural instinct, which family
In the same exquisite and simple strain, is compact, when uninvaded by discord, wraps the livelong day into one swell of tender emotion, making earth's
the following successful description :lowly scenes worthy of heaven itself-all, all shall pass
You have felt, or you have seen, the rapt enjoyment away; and instead, shall come the level lake that burneth,
of an aged sire, making a round of his children in their and the solitary dungeon, and the desolate bosom, and
several homes, beholding them blooming and rejoicing the throes and tossings of horror and hopelessness, and
in the favour of the Lord, with their little ones encircling the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
them like the shoots of the tender vine. No discords to Many have written on this subject, but none heal, no sorrows to assuage, no misfortunes to lament more powerfully than our author.
It is big
in all that have sprung from his loins. What an emotion
of paternal glory and pious thankfulness fills his breast!with coming wrath and coming woe; and the he looks round upon the numerous and happy flock, bone allusion to all the tender sympathies and tender of his bone, and flesh of his flesh, and the tear silently ties of life renders the picture of despair and
fills his eye, which he lifts to heaven, the seat of God,
with a look that would say, Thou hast dealt bountifully everlasting judgment more tremendous in its
with thy servant; now let him depart in peace. One outlines. The oft-repeated fact is clothed with
such sight makes a parent forget the care and labour new force and sublimity; it is as original as it of a long life; one such emotion puts to flight all the is striking; it is invested with a darker hue, fears and forebodings of a parent's heart; his soul is satisand coloured with a blacker shade, than here
fied, the measure of his joy is full. tofore; it sweeps on, misery after misery, until This beautiful picture is enough to make one it reaches the consummation of never-ending forget the turmoil of life, and to throw around agony:
the soul one glow of holy happiness. It is With what beauty of thought, and chasteness sketched and coloured with the true spirit of of expression, has our poet depicted the death- the poet; it deeply influences the heart; it bed of the good man :
appeals to the whole man ; its tranquil bliss, The man of God looks to the end of the race he has
its domestic sweets seize hold of the affections, been patiently running, and beholds the goal at hand; and bind us with a magician's spell. The jarhe looks upon the recompence of reward which is await- rings of a sinful world die away unheard ; we ing him, the prize of his high calling in Christ Jesus; The joy to know and feel that there is such inexterrors is to be met face to face. He cannot avoid
the compressible blessedness in the cup of existence, bat, if he would, and he would not, if he could. Hew often such unutterable peace even in our lost and in the travail of his soul hath he exclaimed: “ Woe is fallen condition. It is not all sorrow, it is not me that I am constrained to dwell in Meshech, and to
all grief; we have days and hours of sunshine. have my habitation amongst the tents of Kedar! O that I had the wings of a dove, for then would I flee away, The tender sympathies of life yield us immea. and be at rest!" How often hath he not said: " In surable felicity, and the more they are chethy presence is fulness of joy, and at thy right hand
rished and honoured, so much the greater will are pleasures for evermore. As for me, I shall behold
be their hallowed and soul-exalting power. thy face in righteousness. When I awake, I shall be satisfied with thy likeness.' And now that his conflicts The finer feelings of our nature play ever a are about to cease for ever, and his sorrows have an melody to the mercy of the Eternal. end, he lifteth up his head, because the day of his re
How sweet is the following argumentation demption draweth nigh. In vision, his spirit already winged to take its everlasting flight, discerneth the throne in support of the Spirit's operations ; it is of God encircled by a ten thousand times ten thousand literally embued with all the deliciousness of sons of light; in vision he mingles with the glorious
poetry :throng; he tunes his harp to the heavenly theme, and sings the song of Moses and the Lamb. Sprinkled with If, then, the truth of God's presence and presidency the blood of sprinkling, which speaketh better things in our worldly affairs finds for itself universal belief than the blood of Abel, he ascends in spirit to the Mount among Christians, though resting on revelation alone, Zion, the city of the living God, making one with the and having no foundation either in sight or perception, innumerable company of angels and general assembly upon what plea will they reject the doctrine of the Spirit's and church of the first-born, whose names are written presence and presidency in the great world of grace, if it be in heaven. Ah ! how does it grieve his soul to wake found revealed with the same distinctness? There ought, once again out of the trance of bliss, to open his eyes therefore, to be no preliminary objection taken to it upon once again upon the cold, dull, blank realities of life. the grounds of its not being perceptible, but the Scriptures The syren world hath no longer any charms for him. should be searched whether it be so or not. Rather, He hath proved the falseness of her beauty; he hath upon the other hand, because it is not perceptible, we seen the glory that excelleth, and hath no eye to look should entertain it as more akin to the other operations
of the invisible God; for, exalting your thoughts a little, of God your Saviour, the habitations of dismal cruelty, conceive the ways of God; look abroad over the world, endless days and nights of sorrow, shall be your doom. and what do you behold? Noiseless nature putting forth Could I list the curtain which shrouds eternity from the her buds, and drinking the milk of her existence from eye of time, and disclose the lazar-house of eternal death, the distant sun. Where is God? He is not seen, he what sleeper of you would not start at the chaos of comis not heard. Where is the sound of his footsteps ?- mingled grief? Dives, surrounded with his eastern pomp where the rushing of his chariot-wheels ?- where is his and luxury, little dreamt that he was to awaken in torstoreho for this nhabited earth ?--where are the germs ment, and crave a drop of water to cool his tongue. What of future plants, the juices of future fruits ?-and where business has any forgetter of God with any better fare? is the hand dividing its portion to every living thing, There is no purgatory to purge away the spiritual dross and filling their hearts with life and joy? List your your spirits are encrusted with, and make you clean for thoughts a little higher, behold the sun,- doth he, when heaven. It is not true, that after a season of endurance, preparing to run his race, shake himself like a strong the prince of the bottomless pit will hand you at length man after sleep, and make a rustling noise, and lift up into heaven. Without holiness no man can see God: his voice to God for a renewal of his exhausted strength ? without Christ, no man can attain to holiness. Yet, con. Doth the pale-faced and modest moon, which cometh scious that you are unholy-deriving no mediation from forth in the season of the night, make music in the still Christ-deceiving yourselves with no respite nor alleviation silence to her Maker's praise ? Do the stars in their
of punishment-here you are, listless, lethargic, and imseveral spheres tell to mortal sense the wondrous stories movable! of their births? Again, turn your thoughts inward upon Men and brethren! is this always to continue, or is it to yourselves, and say if your manly strength did grow out have an end ? If you are resolved to brave it out, then of infant helplessness, with busy preparations and noisy make ready, for a proof to make nature shudder and workmanship: as the chiselled form of man groweth out quake to her inmost recesses Can ye stand and brave of the quarried stone? In the still evening, when you Omnipotence to do his utmost? In this world, where lay you down wearied and worn out, doth your strength
power is muffled with mercy, there are a thousand inreturn during the, watches of the sleepy and unconscious flictions which ye could not brave. Could ye stand all night by noise and trouble, as a worn-out machine is
that was laid upon patient Job ?--possessions, sons, refitted by the cunning workman? Tell me how intel
daughters, health reaved away; then hope benighted, ligence grows upon the unconscious babe: where are the
and the light of heaven removed, and fellowship of friends, avenues of knowledge, and by what method does it fix and almighty displays of power and wrath?
The hardy itself?
band of Roman soldiers--and who so stout-hearted Faithful, we have said, and fearless were
every man of them at the Irving's pulpit ministrations; take this as a
sight of one of God's visions. What could ye, were
God's judgment.seat displayed, his justice no longer re. specimen :
strained, and his retribution no longer delayed; every If you get not the soul's attachments to the world fleet minister of execution ready harnessed at his post, loosened before death, there will ensue such a rending
and hell opening wide its mouth, insatiable as the grave, and agony upon your departure, as no loss of country, and grimmer than the visage of death. Arraigned, selfof wife, or children can be compared with ; and if you condemned, singled out of every crime, solitary, unbetake not a cool forethought of the future, nor prepare friended, one among thousands ; life's pleasures at an to meet it, there will come such a brood of fears, such a end, the world's vision faded, God's anger revealed, senwreck of hopes, as no improvident spendthrift ever en- tence passed, judgment proceeding, and the pit opening countered. Oh, if the loss of fortune can so agitate the its mouth on you as the earth on Korah's company, to soul, and the loss of fame, the loss of a child, a wife, receive you quick. Can you stand this ?-can you think or a friend--if any one of these things can make the to brave it? Then, verily, ye are mad, or callous as the world seem desolate, what conceivable agony, when all
nether millstone. fortune, family, friends, and fame shall have left you, Do you disbelieve it then ?-do you think God will not to dwell alone in a waste, empty, yawning void of grief be so bad as his word? When did he fail? Did he fail and disappointment!
at Eden. when the world fell? Did he fail at the deluge, Ye sons of men, if these things are even so, and ye when the world was cleansed of all animation, save a tread every moment upon the brink of time, and live handful? Did he fail upon the cities of the plain, though upon the eve of judgment, what avails your many cares remonstrated with by his friend, the father of the faithand your unresting occupations? Will your snug dwell- ful? Failed he in the ten plagues of Egypt, or against ings, your gay clothing, and your downy beds give fresh- the seven nations of Canaan; or, when he armed against ness to the stiffened joints, or remove the disease which his proper people, did ever his threatened judgments fail? hath got a lodgment in your marrow and in your bones? Did he draw off when his own Son was suffering, and reWill your full table and cool wines give edge to a jaded move the cup from his innocent lips? And think ye he appetite, or remove the rancour of a rotted tooth, or sup. will fail, brethren, of that future destiny from which to ply the vigour of a worn down frame? Will a crowded retrieve us, he hath undertaken all his wondrous works board, and the full flow of jovial mirth, and beauty's unto the children of men? Why, if it were but an idle wreathed smile and beauty's dulcet voice, charm back threat, would he not have spared his only-begotten Son, to a crazy dwelling the ardours and graces of youth? and not delivered him up to death? That sacred blood, Will yellow gold bribe the tongue of memory and wipe as it is the security of heaven to those who trust in it, is away from the tablets of the mind the remembrance of the very seal of hell to those who despise it. former doings? Will worldly goods reach upwards to Disbelieve, you cannot -- brave it out, you dare not: heaven, and bribe the pen of the recording angel. that then must you hope, at some more convenient season, to he should cancel from God's books all vestige of our reform. So hoped the five virgins, who slumbered and crimes? or bribe Providence, that no cold blast should slept without oil in their lamps; and you know how they come sweeping over our garden and lay it desolate ? or fared. Neither have you forgotten how the merchant, and abrogate that eternal law by which sin and sorrow, righte- the farmer, and the sons of pleasure, who refused the ousness and peace are bound together? Will they lift up invitation to the marriage feast of the king's son, were their voice and say, wickedness shall no more beget woe, consumed with fire from heaven. What is your life, that nor vice engender pain, nor indulgence end in weariness, you should trust in it?-is it not even a vapour that nor the brood of sin fatten upon the bowels of human speedily passeth away? What security have you that happiness, and leave, wherever their snakish teeth do Heaven will warn you beforehand, or that Heaven will touch, the venom and sting of remorse? And when that help you to repentance whenever you please? Will the last most awful hour shall come, when we stand upon the resolution of your mind gather strength as your other brink of two worlds, and feel the earth sliding from beneath faculties of body and mind decay?-will sin grow weaker our feet, and nothing to hold on by, that we should not fall by being awhile longer indulged in ?-or God grow more into the unfathomed abyss; and when a film shall come friendly by being awhile longer spurned ?-or the gospel over our eyes, shutting out from the soul for ever, friends, more persuasive by being awhile longer set at nought? and favourites, and visible thingswhat are we, what I rede you, beware of the thief of time, Procrastination ! have we, if we have not a treasure in heaven, and an estab- This day is as convenient as to-morrow; this day is yours, lishment there? And when the deliquium of death is to-morrow is not; this day is a day of mercy, to-morrow passed, and we find ourselves in the other world under may be a day of doom. the eye of Him that is holy and pure, where shall we hide ourselves, if we have no protection and righteousness We must remember that this was addressed of Christ? It is sure as death and destiny, that if you awake not
to the numberless magnates who crowded to hear from this infatuation of custom and pleasure at the calls him. Their rank, their wealth, their beauty,