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we would commend a cold and formal system of religion, and discourage the ardent and irrepressible desires of an overflowing heart. Oh, no! that religion which is destitute of enthusiasm wants an important proof of its heavenly origin. The dweller in some ice-bound region may pass his wintry days in the coldness of a frigid insensibility, but he whose home is cast beneath the genial beams of a cloudless sun, must have caught its glowing influence. The Gospel of Jesus Christ, wherever it meets with a cordial reception, arouses every dormant energy of the mind into life and ac
tivity, and brings its noblest powers into healthful exercise. The brightest talents are consecrated in unreserved devotion to the service of the Lord; and the deep tide of love which rises in the heart of a Christian, bears him fearless on through many a perilous enterprise and toilsome undertaking. In moments of weariness and difficulty, when all outward stimulus has ceased, he is sustained by the never-failing principle which regulates all his actions.
May this principle, dear young friends, be yours.
LAST DAYS OF A YOUNG OFFICER.
After the exposition was over, we sang that hymn which begins with
“Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting sinner live."
I FORGET whether you remember that we have two nephews and a niece (orphans) in whom we have always felt particularly interested. A- the eldest, has been abroad in the West Indies and Canada, and having lately returned to England, he was living at a club-house in London, among the officers of the --regiment, in which he was a lieutenant. We heard he was looking ill. and went to see him, and perceiving how ill he really was, we invited him to come and stay with us in the country, for change of air. He came, and we felt much anxiety respecting his spiritual state; for it was evident to us and to others that death was upon him, but we had no indications of preparation for his great change until the memorable Sunday, the 28th of August. He said to me on that memorable afternoon, “that if we would only have our own servants in at evening family prayer, he should wish to attend; but that when the neighbours were admitted, the room was so close he could not breathe.” Of course, his wish was complied with, and his uncle took the 1st verse of the 8th chapter of Romans, “There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh but after the spirit;" upon which he spoke at some length.
When all had left the room but his uncle and myself, A-- burst into tears, saying, “ There is no hope for me, I am such a sinner!" His uncle thanked God mentally for this proof that His Spirit was given him, and which appeared so wonderfully to have convinced of sin. We then told our dear nephew that “the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin, and though his might be red like crimson they should be white as
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, our dear invalid continued earnestly to seek for pardon, and on Wednesday afternoon he said to me, “I am beginning to see much clearer into the way and plan of salvation than I ever expected to do.” The following Saturday I went up to bid him good night, as I always did, after he was in bed, and observed he was in tears, but I left the room without seeming to notice them. The next morning, when he came down stairs, his sister being in the room with me, he said, “After you left me last night, aunt, I had all my sins brought fresh before my mind, and
for some time I felt as if I must be evening, a few days before his death, lost for ever, and I was miserable! as this
friend was sitting by him, on but, by and by, faith was given to me, the lawn before the house, and adand I was enabled to see the efficacy miring the peaceful country scene of the blood of Christ to wash away before them, he asked him-if he did all my sins, and to reconcile me to not enjoy it ? He replied, “ Yes, but God, and the peace, comfort, and joy I have such inward peace, that I feel I felt no one can believe.”
outward things make little difference He lived after this only to the 14th to me. I could be quite as happy in September, but he never lost his con- a garret in London, as here.” It was fidence. His faith increased daily, delightful to be with him, and to beand he received every Scriptural truth hold the power of Divine Grace in with the docility of a little child. He turning the rebel into a child. In now expressed a wish to see a friend, reading Scripture he chose all those who had formerly spoken to him upon portions descriptive of the pardoned religious subjects, but to whom he sinner; such as the 7th of Luke, from then turned a deaf ear.
the 36th verse, &c. What a happy sooner were his natural powers sanc- instance of Divine power and mercy tified by Divine Grace, than he begged was this dear young officer, when he this gentleman might be sent for, and laid down his arms of rebellion at the he came, and rejoiced to see exempli- feet of his Heavenly King, and enfied in our dear sufferer, that pro- listed in that army, named in Rev. xx. mise—“thy people shall be willing in 14, “ clothed in fine linen, white and the day of my power.”
One fine clean.”
“ I ONLY WANT THE ROSE.”
(For the Christian Guardian.)
“A pious child in India, when dying, called to his mother for some flowers. She gave him some; but separating his favourite from all the others, he said, 'I only want the rose, Mamma!! "--From a Letter by Mrs. Fletcher, in Chorley's Memorials of Mrs. Hemans. Vol. I. p. 182.
To her sick child a mother brought And thus when death approaches near, Some flowers, with those rich odours And whispers in the Christian's ear fraught
That now his days must close, Which summer's breath bestows; In vain you tell him Fame will fling The dying boy his fingers laid Flowers on his grave through many a Upon his favourite flower, and said, spring“I only want the Rose.”
He only wants the Rose. Oh, thus, when o'er the sinner's soul He only asks to view the face Dread thoughts of coming judgment Of Jesus, Lord of Love and Grace, roll,
Where Heaven's sweet sunlight And Hope no refuge shows;
glows; The flowers of pleasure lose their hue, Long have earth's gaudiest flowers For Christ he sighs, the Good, the for him True
Been scentless, colourless and dimHe only wants the Rose.
He only wants the Rose.
PROTESTANT MINSTRELSY.-No. V.
(For the Christian Guardian.)
THE MARTYR'S SHROUD.
In more than one instance it is recorded, that the garments in which the martyrs suffered had been expressly prepared for the occasion by friends.
In cloisters old, the weary nun
Toiled, with her wasted hands, Till the fair altar-cloth was done
A gift for Christian lands.
Oh never yet, by fingers small,
Was wrought a work so fair
Amongst her loosened hair :
Deftly, the cunning needle wrought, Their mother toiling silently,
With the rude hempen thread, Till many a dim monastic thought And folding, calmly, on her knee By flower and leaf was told.
The raiment of the deadAnd when, on high and solemn days, Raiment that never shall be wound
It glimmered from the shrine, About the martyr's clay, The church accounted Mary's praise, Where kindly hands have shaped the Pale sister ! surely thine.
And torn the weeds away.
Woe! woe! for him no grave is made Thy title to the blessed bowers
Amongst the fragrant grass, That feel no earthly blight.
Where often, in the yew-tree shade,
The blithe wood-robins pass. False dream! yet who would coldly say,
No forest bird will hover near Frail hands and aching eyes,
The red and blazing brands, Busied the long bright summer-day, And not a cup of water clear Were only worldly wise?
Will shine in friendly hands. If fervent hearts so wrought for Him, The human flesh, the woven shroud, On whom the spikenard fell,
Like a frail parchment scroll, When Christian truth was burning Must shrivel in the fiery cloud, dim,
But not the Christian soul; It was accepted well.
For that a brighter crown shall wear And yet a fairer work, I deem,
Than England's Romish queen, Was wrought by hands as true, And that a greener palm shall bear Struggling with tear-drops in their Than living eyes have seen.
stream, The holy task to do.
And so she toileth patiently,
Twining the hempen thread;
For, lo! the skies are red.
Brave heart! that failed not in the
fight Methinks it is the vigil-night
Amid the gnawing flame; Of some true martyr's doom, True heart! that toiled that mournful And children, with their faces bright, night Are wond'ring at the gloom.
Till the dread morrow came. JUNE-1845.
And then dried up the falling tear, Spake never of the cold hearth-stone,
And when the fame was nigh, The children's wond'ring eyes, Spake never word of doubt or fear, But turned to tread the world alone, But thought of rest on high- Her treasure in the skies.
Oh never yet in cloistered cell
Was wrought a work so fair
Review of Books.
TRAVELS IN FRANCE AND SPAIN, chiefly in the year 1844, by the
Rev. F. TRENCH, in Two Volumes, 12mo., pp. 648, London: Bentley. Do Christians ever make mere plea- of foreign rambling, to forsake homesure tours? is an inquiry to which an duties, that they may gratify curiosity answer in the affirmative will too by the exciting incidents and novel readily be given. And yet, remem- adventures of continental travel? We bering the deep responsibilities which are not speaking of the evils attendant gather round the Christian, it is an on such excursions; we confine our answer which ought never to be given. attention to their object. But it may He is not his own, for he is bought be alleged that the mind is expanded, with a price; he has surrendered and knowledge is increased, and the himself to another's will, and he is bygone events of history are vividly bound-bound it is true by willing recalled by a sight of places which are ties, but still bound to an eternal still eloquent of the past. All this service. And if his body and his may be true; but the charge of selfspirit are God's, surely all else that gratification is not by it refuted. he has is God's. His time therefore Whether the selfism be that of pleabelongs to his Divine Master. Not sure, intellect, or even religion, still if only is he forbidden to waste it, but it be selfism, it is unworthy of the he is forbidden to employ it for him- Christian character. And, alas, in self. Like his other talents it is to be how many narratives of travels which traded with for his Lord's advantage. come before us, do we trace an entire And on time a special value has been forgetfulness of the fact that we ought stamped, since, as it has been well always to be about
Father's busiobserved, “God demands a seventh ness! In how many of such narraportion of our time, while he only tives, narratives too written by prorequires a tenth of our wealth.”* Has fessed disciples of Christ, do look this value been properly estimated and in vain for an exemplification of the recognised by those who confess same spirit which actuated Him who themselves stewards for God? Alas, went about doing good.” We have we fear that, passing by the manifold beautiful scenery, almost as beautiproofs to the contrary at home, the fully pourtrayed; cathedrals, chatravels abroad of those who bear the teaux, towns, villages, &c., interestChristian name, too sadly furnish a ingly described ; remarks, lively and long record of days, weeks, months, profound, on men and manners, and and
years absorbed by schemes of all the adventures and misadventures self-gratification.
of a ramble abroad amusingly told; Are these things so? If they are, but we notice no word spoken in due ought they to be so? Ought Chris- season; no seed scattered by the way; tian families, ought Christian clergy- no doing good unto all men as oppormen, in compliance with the fashion tunity is given. * Vide“ Guesses at Truth."
Stíll, though we fear they are few,
we believe that some who journey into realize his Lord and Master's comother lands, do so under a deep feeling mand : “As ye go, preach.' of their avowed dedication to God's service, and under the influence of a At Orleans, he found a considerable truly Christian motive. In this mino- number of Protestants, at least suffirity the author of the work now under cient to form a good congregation, notice appears to rank himself. under the care of Mr. Rossellotry.
Here, on Sunday, Mr. T. heard a clear “ From the commencement of my statement of the truth; and in a subexcursion,” he says, “I was desirous
sequent conversation with Mr. R. and that the absence from home should
his wife, “ he heard that their Church not be without those accompanying was prospering; that many Roman objects and aims in accordance with
Catholics had joined the Protestant the character of a clergyman of the Communion; that they had ColporChurch of England : and when the teurs for the distribution of the Scripjourney was prolonged, I became still
tures and religious Tracts, and that more anxious on the subject. I will
no persecution, of any moment, was not hesitate to notice what these ob
at present exercised against them in jects and aims were, under the sense the place.” While thus engaged in of the responsibility for time, attention, conversation, a distribution of reli. and interest, attached to one occupy- gious books was going on in the next ing the position of a minister.”
room, and a class receiving instruc
tion in Church music. _The Orphan He goes on to state, that he had in view to ascertain the respective posi- Asylum was visited. The last report
of this institution shows its efficiency: tions which Popery and Protestantism maintain in France; and to take every
and its value is illustrated by the fact
that, except where received into some opportunity of affording to his countrymen abroad his pastoral ministra
such asylum, the orphan children of tions. With this aim, this “Telos,”
Protestants fall under Popish influhe continued a journey which origi
ence, and are almost sure of being
educated in the faith of Rome. Mr.T. nated in a desire of benefiting his health. We purpose, though of ne
had an interesting interview with M, cessity hastily, to follow him in his
Bruit, who had recently quitted the
Church of Rome; “ salvation by carrying out of such intentions, and therefore must excuse ourselves from
grace and Christ's finished work any critique on his work viewed sim
seemed the very joy of his heart.” At
a later period he met, at Toulouse, ply as a traveller's narrative. While at Rouen, Mr. French de
M. Maurette, also a Romish priest layed his departure, that he might
formerly, now a Protestant pastor. administer the ordinance of Baptism ;
From Orleans he passed to Tours, and surrounded by forty or fifty per
four miles from which is situated
the Agricultural Colony of Mettray, sons, chiefly connected with the railway, he had what seems to have been
an institution of general approval in
Seven a very interesting service.
“ The objects of its care are children were baptised, and “ the
youths who have subjected themselves French servants, and other inmates
to legal punishment,” but who are of the house looked on with much
not hardened beyond hope of ameliocuriosity and interest.”
At the con
ration. Religion forms one branch of clusion, he says
their education; but what kind of
religion will be evident if we give an “One man came up and told me extract from a Sermon, recently that he had heard me preach before, preached by the Archbishop of Tours, both at Reading and Southampton. at the consecration of a church built I trust that many opportunities of for the institution :exercising my ministry will be granted to me during my journey: the minis- “O Marie ! pourrai-je oublier que ter of Jesus Christ, when in adequate ce temple auguste est dédié sous votre health, should ever remember and invocation! Vierge fidèle, consolatrice