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and the Lord should give me strength, I should be willing to continue my services; but as this seems unlikely, to beg that he would dismiss me with his parting blessing. I desire, however, that the will of the Lord, and not mine, may be done. All things depend on his will-sickness, weakness, recovery: and conformity with his will is our highest gain. Yet, if it might please him, Oh how gladly should I be dissolved, and be with Christ, rather than live here a dumb and useless burden. Through the complaint in my throat, I can scarcely take either meat or drink, yet I delight myself with the heavenly manna : and as I lay on my bed I have jast been reading the Psalm, “ Wherefore do the heathen rage,&c. and adoring the “ child given into us." Blessed be God, who so refreshes me in the midst of my pains that I quite forget that I am ill! O Lord Jesus, what can we render unto thee? what return can we make to thy wise and faithful servant, (Luther,) whom thou hast set over thy family, that . by him thou mightest thus feed us with thy word ? Farewell, my dear Rosarius: and if you hear that I am committed to the grave, be assured that notbing is buried but my skin and bones, my sins, and the old man, that he may be perfectly delivered from the poison of the devil, from sin and death. But the inner man, who is renewed from day to day, who lives in Christ that “ loved me, and gave himself for me," and with whom my life is “ hid in God," that “ as he lives so should we live also,”-the new man, I say, shall never die, but shall enjoy the life of everlasting rest and peace, far from all the perturbations of this world. If ministers be removed, Christ will raise up pastors, doctors, apostles, for the in

crease of his body the church, and will be ever with you.

Ah, Lord Jesus, preserve, govern, strengthen, deliver, and defend all thy faithful servants ! Amen, and amen! Remember me to Cruciger and Eber. Pontanus, who visits me daily, salutes you. Fail not to write to me, and do not plead your many engagements. My complaints would have hindered me, if I would have suffered them, but I have risen in spite of them to write this ; and now return to my bed. May pain and disease do whatever God hath bidden them! Let them not spare, for “ in the midst of wrath be remembers mercy,” and “ with every temptation makes a way to escape.”

Again, farewell.

From Scott's Continuation of Milner's Church



(WRITTEN IN 1828.) When from scattered lands afar Speeds the voice of rumoured war, Nations in conflicting pride Heaved like ocean's stormy tide ; When the solar splendours fail, . And the crescent waxeth pale, And the powers that star-like reign Sink dishonoured to the plain, World I do thou the signal dread! We exalt the drooping head; We uplift th' expectant eye, Our redemption draweth nigb.

When the fig-tree shoots appear Men proclaim their summer near; When the hearts of rebels fail We the coming Saviour hail. Bridegroom of the weeping spouse, Listen to her longing vows, Listen to her widowed moan, Listen to creation's groan ! Bid, oh bid the trumpet sound, Gather thine elect around; Gird with saints thy flaming car, Summon them from climes afar, Call them from life's cheerless gloom, Call them from the marble tomb,

From the grass-grown village grave,
From the deep, dissolving wave,
From the whirlwind and the flame,
Mighty Head! thy members claim.

Where are they, whose proud disdain
Scorned Messiah's gentle reign ?
Lo, in seas of sulph’rous fire
Now they taste his tardy ire,
Fettered till th appointed day,
When the world shall pass away.

Quelled are all thy foes, O Lord;
Sheath again the conquering sword:
Where thy cross of anguish stood,
Where thy life distilled in blood,
Where they mocked thy dying groan,
King of nations! plant thy throne:
Send thy law from Zion forth
Over all the willing earth;
Earth, whose sabbath glories rise
Crowned with more than paradise!

Sacred be th’opposing veil-
Mortal sight and strength must fail :
Yet the day, the hour is nigh,
We shall see thee eye to eye;
Be our souls in peace possest,
While we seek thy promised rest, .
And from every heart and home
Breathe the prayer-0 Jesus, come!
Haste to set thy people free;
Come-creation groans for thee!


Review of Books.


OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY, in Ger. many, Switzerland, &c. By J. H. Merle d'Aubigné, President of the Theological School of Geneva, and Member of the Societé Evangelique. Vols. I. and II. Walther.

We hardly expected, after so many years' delighted contemplation of this mighty work—the re-awakening of the nations to life from the dead-after becoming so familiar with the name, the acts, and the sentiments of Martin Luther, as to feel a glow of delight whenever he was spoken of, and to treasure up every stray leaf of his writings~ we little thought it would be oors to open a book that should place before us these well-remembered things in all the freshness of novelty, and lead us to look on our actual acquaintance with Luther and his fellow-workers as only now commencing. Yet such is the effect produced by the narrative of Mons. Merle d'Aubigné. There is a

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