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he is receding more and more from the volcanic fires that once attracted him, and now in every circle that he takes approximates nearer to the Sun of righte

We wish him God speed.


SERMONS by the late Rev. Charles Neat, Curate of

Hatfield, Herts, and formerly British Chaplain, at Leghorn. Seeleys.

In publicly noticing a book we are aware it must be viewed on the ground of its intrinsic merits as a book : yet it is impossible to separate these pages from the personal character, the very aspect of their beloved, lamented author. If ever there was a man in whose heart glowed love to Christ, love to the brethren, love to his country, zeal for God's glory, and an unbounded desire that all should come to the knowledge of the truth, such a man was Charles Neat: and if ever these precious characters were so vividly impressed on the countenance and outward bearing of an individual as to be known and read of all men, they were thus legible on him. Such as he was are also the discourses now published: earnest, affectionate, impressive, animated, and touched with the unction from above, without which their value would have been as nothing, yea less than nothing and vanity, in the estimation of their devoted preacher. They inculcate throughout the spirit of devotion, of humility, and of sure confidence in the love of God through his dear Son, that prompted the last words of this beloved brother-the only words he uttered, after receiving the sudden summons by

being violently dashed from bis gig when on the way to plead his Master's cause at a missionary meeting, “0 Heavenly Father, forgive my sins for Jesus Christ's sake our Lord !”

We earnestly hope that the circulation of this precious book will be such as at once to gratify and to benefit the bereaved survivor of one whose claims as a man, a minister, a missionary, and an English Protestant, in the highest and holiest sense of all those words, are imperative on every one who has grace to appreciate them.


during the Year 1838. By Lady Chatterton. 2 vols. Saunders and Otley.

WONDERS will never cease: here is a lady, a titled English lady, a lady moreover rendered doubly delicate, and by courtesy allowed to be fastidious, through indisposition, actually entrusting herself among the barbarous Irish of the south and southwest, without any misgivings as to her personal safety! "Under a competent escort of resolute male friends and trusty servants, well armed for her defence, and guarding her close.carriage, her ladyship might, in order to enhance the subsequent delight of conscious security, venture to post along the most public roads in the middle of the day'- Alas, no. Such was her unheard-of temerity, that we find Lady Chatterton jaunting it over the wildest mountain tracks on a veritable Irish car; or, more appalling still, separating from the gentlemen of her party,

and attended by a single servant, exploring grey ruins in a spot most desolately secluded: nay, even dispatching her sole attendant thence in quest of needful information, and remaining alone, defenceless, undismayed on such a spot as English prejudice, grounded no doubt on the fictions of cowardly or selfish Irish absentees, has invested with borrors suficient to daunt the stoutest bosom. And Lady Chatterton, instead of leaving her mutilated remains to moulder in that fearful country, has returned home to record in two most lively volumes her glowing admiration of the green isle, with her well-merited contempt of those wbo allow themselves to be frightened from the assigned sphere of their duties. This fair rambler carried to Ireland the grand desideratum of tourists-an unprejudiced mind, a lightsomeness of feeling, and a disposition to be pleased. Spiritual subjects she does not touch upon : controversy in any form is absolutely excluded: but so far as a right appreciation of Irish scenery and Irish character go, Lady Chatterton has, in our estimation, done justice to Ireland. Some beautiful views are given, including • Darrynane.'

A TOUR IN CONNAUGHT: comprising Sketches

of Clonmucnoise, Joyce Country, and Achill. By the Author of Sketches in Ireland. With Illustrations engraved on Wood. Curry and Co.

That which we have just noticed as not having been touched on by Lady Chatterton, we hoped to have found abundantly supplied in the pages now before

us : and we must be permitted to regret the extreme paucity of such information. The fairy tales, and trashy legends wherewith Popery contrives to occupy the minds of her poor deluded votaries, may serve to awaken compassionate sympathy in the Christian's bosom, and so assist to stir him up to the work of enlightening these interesting people: but we long for something on which to lay hold in the way of encouragement-some example of successful pleading from the lips of a pious and talented minister of the gospel with his poor countrymen, when exploring the natural beauties and striking antiquities of their own native land. We want to catch the bright beam of Christian patriotism shedding its holy lustre on these exquisite scenes. Perhaps we are guilty of loving Ireland too much: perhaps we venerate too highly ber former character as a Christian land, and loathe too deeply the infernal LIE that is sinking her native race by myriads into perdition, to have a smile ready for the jocose remark that would impart a tinge of the ladicrous to scenes and conversations inseparably connected with that lie. Be it as it may, let the blame rest wbere it will, we are not satisfied with the use that the truly excellent and highly gifted author of this entertaining volume has made of his opportunities for appealing to the better feelings of his readers. We go on the principle that unto whom much is given of them will much be required; and of course we do not try all books, or their authors, by one standard. There is a good deal of what we crave in this tour; but not by any means so much as there might be, or ought to be. After this protest, which conscience compels us to make, we hasten to give our Tourist credit for much valuable antiquarian research, a vast deal of JULY, 1839.


most interesting local and historical information, and graphic description of a vivid character. Happily, too, be provides us with means to refute bis occasional expressions of contempt for the people, and incredulity as to the ancient history of Ireland. For instance, though at page 351 he avers his belief that " let bards, senachies, and poetical historians say what they will,' the state of Ireland 1000 years ago, and before the English conquest (?) was 'barbarous indeed'-no better than that of the neglected peasants of Achill at the time of Mr. Nangle's first missionary attempt-still at pages 21, 74, and in a multitude of other instances, we have the very reverse of this position conceded, yea established. We like the book so well, that we only wish to see it more like its author: that is to say more Irish, more spiritual, and more useful in its generation. For all these he is.

THE FALL OF BABYLON, as exhibited in Prophecy. By the Rev. Charles Caulfeild, A. B., Vicar: of Kilcock, Rector of Downings, 8c. Robertson, Dublin.


This is not the first shot that Mr. Caulfeild has fired at the apostacy: it is, however, by far the most effective. We read the book without pausing, so deeply interesting is the ground over which it carries

The author has avowedly availed himself of the researches of others, both literary and local; but he has condensed and brought into a consecutive view a great deal of widely diffused observation. He commences by exhibiting in parallel columns the pro

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