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lity and gentry of their country; one of the chief of them, advancing towards him, presented him with a straight white wand, and upon the delivery of it he used this form-Receive, o king, the command of thine own country, and distribute justice impartially among thy subjects.'

The ceremony of the rod may appear trifling, but it contained' an excellent moral; it was straight and white, to recommend uprightness in judgment, and to intimate that a prince should rule with clean hands, unstained with the blood of his people.'

I shall pass over the details of the enchantments and spells by which the Tuatha' de Danaus possessed themselves of the noble island. They are as absurd as Keating's confused account of the first invasion of Ireland before the flood. From mysterious and fabulous legends he must have taken them.

The next invaders and conquerors of Ireland, the Gadelians, seem to have been a branch of the same tribe, sprung from the same Scythian ancestor, Magog. Josephus observes, that the Grecians call the Scythians by the name of Magogi, because they were the descendants of Magog. Historians give them the character of a brave and generous people.

1 The word Tuatha signifies leader.

Review of Books.


Authors, intended as Helps to Meditation and Prayer ; principally for Soldiers and Seamen. By Captain Sir N. J. Willoughby, C. B. K. C.H.

It is impossible to read the sweetly simpleAddress' that prefaces this volume, without being moved to do two things especially desired by the pious veteran who writes it: first responding to the request, ‘At whatever time your heart is lifted up to heaven in prayer and praise, forget not to implore a continuance of every necessary mercy, grace, and blessing on’him: and next taking every opportunity of circulating his book among those for whose spiritual welfare he is peculiarly solicitous. Sir Nesbit Willoughby is an officer of distinguished gallantry, who, at an advanced age, was brought to seek the things that belong unto his peace; and having found rest for his own soul in the gospel of Christ, hebut we will give it in his own words. My hourglass,' he says, ' had already run out its greatest por

tion; and I knew not how soon it might stop altogether. In the retrospect of my past days I found, in reference to the companions of my youth, and comrades of my riper years, that I was almost left alone. I had to look back on whole societies and ships' crews, and on military battalions, which once existed and were known to me, but which had all been swept away; and I felt that in the very nature of things I must soon follow: nay, that the place which saw me to-day might probably see me no more a week hence...... Now, when I look on the list of all those I have through life associated with, I find pinety-nine out of every hundred gone, while I am still left; and shall I go down to the grave after all without endeavouring to record the boundless mercies and unmerited goodness of the Lord to me, one of the most unworthy and sinful of the children of men? Shall I not now, even at the eleventh hour, make what feeble efforts I can, to call on those within my reach to flee from the wrath to come, and to lay hold on eternal life? Little indeed is it that I can do, but this does not excuse me from attempting that little ?'

Would to God that all who are so enlightened, so considered the nature of the “gift” committed to them, and so strove to prove themselves “ good stewards” thereof, as does this warm-hearted Christian officer! The volume comprises a great variety of extracts, some long, but for the chief part very short, from eminent writers, interspersed with the bright gems of God's own precious book. May His blessing accompany it! Sir Nesbit Willoughby, like his brother in arms and in the faith, Sir Jahleel Brenton, wields the sword of the Spirit in his Master's cause no less zealously than erst he plied the carnal weapon in that of his country. The latter may overlook the services of such champions ; the former never will.


L.L.D. fc. Dublin ; Incumbent of Linthwaite, near Huddersfield, Yorkshire; and late Missionary to the Jews. In a Series of Letters to Sir Thomas Baring, Bart. Containing an account of his Missionary labours, from the years 1835 to 1838. Burns.

AFTER eighteen years of active missionary work, prosecuted with a zeal, an intrepidity, and a constancy truly wonderful, and embracing within its range such an extent of territory as, if the various routes be traced on a map of the world, must strike the mind with amazement, we do not complain that our dear friend, Joseph Wolff, has abandoned the foreign branch of his work, to enjoy a season of rest at home. We do, bowever, deeply regret that he should have bound himself by any obligations which, as be conceives, in this country place a bar between him and his clear call of God, as an “ apostle of the circumcision." We regret even more an evident leaning to that party in the church of England who are anxiously engaged in drawing once more the veil of Popish darkness before her eyes, and hurrying her back into the pit whence God mercifully raised her up at the ever-blessed Reformation. It is not only that Dr. Wolff casts now and again a speering remark on what he calls · the light of ultra-Pro

testantism ;' and proclaims, in the spirit and with the phraseology of the miserable Froude, “ The talismanic power of the word Protestantism has long since passed away from me,' that we are filled with earnest and affectionate anxiety on bis behalf, so much as by the occasional indication throughout his pages, that the grievous errors of this pernicious school are imperceptibly taking root in his mind. When we find him expatiating on the inestimable value of tradition, in establishing the authority of God's word, and apparently glorying in the arrogant dogmas of those who are, improperly, called the high-church divines, we cannot but tremble for the consequences of his present location : it is too near Leeds. We knew Joseph Wolff when, full of the spirit of love, and of power, and of a sound mind, he would have shrunk from any approach to the narrow bigotry of the aforesaid high-church party; and when he would not have flung a sarcasm at the committees of our most valuable societies, as being composed mostly of linen-drapers, wine-merchants, and booksellers.' We are jealous lest the fine gold become dim; and when we find him indulging in slighting allusions to the female followers of the Lord Jesus, while he inserts at full length a poem of the most unchristian tendency, though written by an English lady, to the praise and glory of the false prophet, ending with this distich

* Allah alone is God,' he cries,
* Oh, hear his prophet, and be wise!'

When we see all this, and compare it with the memorable · Journals' of sixteen or eighteen years ago, we are justified in that jealousy. NOVEMBER, 1839.

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