"Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar! The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. "Howl, winds of night, your force combine! Without his high behest, Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest. "His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. "Ye nations bend,-in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod; And bid the choral song ascend, To celebrate your God."

HYMN II.

"The Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?
I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!

"If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.
"He lives, he reigns in every land,
From winter's polar snows,
To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows!
"He smiles, we live; he frowns, we die;
We hang upon his word:
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares the sword.

"He bids his blasts the fields deform-
Then when his thunders cease,

Sits like an angel 'mid the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!"

The volume concludes with some prose compositions, which may be read with pleasure, as they afford pretty good views of the author's striking manner of expression, and of his correct mode of thinking.

LIVING MANNERS, OR THE TRUE SE

CRET OF HAPPINESS. A TALE. PP. 103. Philadelphia. Published by Anthony Finley. 1822.

The polite literature of the present day is, for the most part, composed of narratives, wrought up either into poetry, or into historical romances in prose. These productions are often connected with religion; and it is in this point of view that we contemplate the appearance

of such publications with peculiar attention and interest. We think that a writer of piety and talents, by the invention of tales such as the Dairyman's Daughter, and No Fiction, is likely to do great good in the cause of religion. The Retrospect, by Mr. Marks, a lieutenant of the royal navy, and a little narrative by Colonel Burn, of the royal marines, intitled "Who fares Best," merit, in our judgment, the highest praise.

The little book before us we think deserves commendation, as calcu lated to do good. The author relates his story in a very agreeable and spirited style; and he possesses powers of description of no ordinary kind. The inaccuracies which sometimes occur, convince us that he is not much practised in writing, but a little care and experience will easily correct these errors. He has knowledge, and the power of giving interest to what he says; and these are the chief qualifications of a good writer.

The author appears to have no inelination to magnify or extenuate whatever he praises or condemns ; but seems to have drawn his characters as much from the life as his plan could admit. The book is much too short for the comprehensive title which it bears the narrative is very incomplete, and terminates very abruptly. We are glad to hear that what is published is merely an experiment of the author upon the taste of the publick, and that if he is encouraged he proposes to complete the story, and render it otherwise as worthy of attention as his talents can make it.

The object of the book is to sketch the history of a youth, by the name of Sydney, brought up in the country by respectable parents, under whose roof religion, cheerfulness, and good order, diffused a charm on all around. Before he takes leave of the scene of his childhood, to visit some fashionable friends in the city, his parents and friends give him advice and caution. Among the rest, a venerable man by the name of Bai

ley, who, in his early years, had mingled in the battles of his country, thus addresses him:

"Pardon an old man's fears;' replied Bailey; I once was young, and, though I was not blessed with all the advantages you enjoy, I had a mother who prayed for me and taught me-blessed be her memory! her prayers are now answeredbut I went into the world, I was caught by its follies, and I fell into the paths of its vice. I entreat you, my dear young friend, be watchful; for true is the word of the Bible, 'evil communications corrupt good manners." "

Filled with high expectations of enjoyment, we soon find him in the metropolis, receiving the attention of one of its principal circles, and entering, though with some reluctance, into what are called its gaieties. After continuing this kind of life for some time, he finds that his spirituality of feeling is gone, that his soul is benumbed with apathy in all his religious exercises, and that his Bible is neglected. In this situation he seemed to himself "as one who had lost his compass and was floating he knew not whither." We cannot however abridge any more of the story, but conclude by allowing the author to speak, in the following extract, for himself.

CHAPTER IX.

"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee-repeated Sydney to himself, as, in the cool air of a pleasant morning, he walked out to the cottage of William. He had, by rigid discipline and fervent prayer, regained his wonted consolation; and he once more knew what it was to experience that the fruit of righteousness is peace, and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance forever.

"William was considerably improved in health. His frame had become so much invigorated, that he was enabled to rise from his bed; and he had, in good degree, regained the use of his speech. He was sitting in the shade of the grapevine, at the door of his dwelling, when Sydney approached.

"You are better this morning.' "Yes, through mercy, I have gained much since you saw me.-Our blessed Lord is always good and gracious.' "And your wife?"

"She too, thanks to our kind heavenly

Mary was very busily employed in the interior of the cottage. With a smile of greeting, and a countenance in which health was beginning to preside, she presented herself, and offered a seat to the young visiter.

"After a short conversation, Sydney asked the favour of William to indulge him with the particulars of his history. 'Believe me,' said he, 'mine is not an idle curiosity.'

cially the earlier part of it, is a sad one, but "My story,' replied William, 'espe it is a story of the mercy of God; if, therefore, it will afford you any satisfaction, you shall hear it.'

"I was born in the town of R, in the state of Massachusetts, of parents, who, I fear, did not delight much in the ways of religion. At least, I received from them very little instruction. I had a grandmother, the mother of my father, who was a servant of God, and she, when I was very young, used to take every opportunity to say something to me about the Saviour. I in her arms and pray over me, and make me say little hymns and prayers. But she died while I was quite a boy. There were in town a number of young men who in their power. They had a Sunday School. were pious, and anxious to do all the good I went, and, I am sorry to say, I behaved very badly. However, I learned a good deal of the Bible. At length, I behaved so ill, I was turned away from the school. -I went to sea, and, among the sailors, I soon found enough to encourage me in evil. My heart was naturally bad, and, as I did not seek after God, He left me to myself, and I went on, far indeed, in the way of wickedness. At length we were cast away, and, with great difficulty, I got on shore. On examining, I found myself alone on an island. The idea of perishing overwhelmed me. I thought what I should do. At length, the instruction which I had received in the Sunday school came to my mind; indeed I had never forgotten it. I recollected having learnt that portion of the Psalms, The Lord is a very present help in trouble.' I tried to pray. I sought the Lord. I confessed to him my vileness, and implored him to have mercy, and to deliver me. He did deliver me, both in body and soul. My spirit rejoiced in Him as a Saviour; and, in a short time, a vessel, passing, saw my signal, and kindly took me on board. Again I was beset by temptations, but I had made my vows in the strength of the Almighty, and I was enabled to keep them. Resolving to leave a calling which exposed me

remember well when she used to take me

Is he indeed converted?"

"William had risen from his seat at the tidings. The vigour of youth seemed to reanimate his frame, but it was the fever of a moment. He sunk back exhausted.

rest.'

"And can you obtain no tidings of him, William?

"I have made every inquiry within my power, but have never been able to discover him. He was a soldier in his youth, and he had wounds which often disabled him, and may have borne him to his grave.' "No, William, he yet lives.' "Do not mock me!'

"He lives, and is a child of God.' "The Lord be praised!-But where?

"As soon as he was sufficiently restored, Sydney told him the circumstances of Bailey's coming into the neighbourhood of his father's house, and there being so much afflicted as to be unable to remove. He told him, too, how he had listened to instruction, and his long illness had been sanctified of God.

"A thousand blessings on you, sir,' cried William. Children, you will attend your grandfather!-you will play around him; and he will spend his days in blessing you!-Oh, we are too happy!"

FOREIGN.

From the Missionary Chronicle of the Evangelical Magazine, for Dec. 1822.

SURAT.

Extract of a Letter from Mr. Fyvie to the

Secretary; dated March 1, 1822.

My Dear Sir,-The present letter will give you an account of the principal occurrences in this place, connected with my labours among the heathen during the past month.

From nine o'clock in the morning to four in the afternoon daily (Sundays excepted) my time is wholly employed in superintending the printing press, and in the translation. This last is very laborious work, both for body and mind, in this trying climate; indeed so much so, that I am fully convinced no person even of a healthy constitution can support it long. Poor Mr. Skinner said to me, a few days before he was taken ill of the complaint which terminated his life, "I do not know how you feel in translating; but I feel that it is wearing away my life." I am inclined to think that my constitution is much stronger than his; but really I feel myself sometimes ready to sink under the burden. I desire, however, not to complain. I am utterly unworthy to be engaged in so good a work. May I have grace and strength to enable me to complete what is now going forward. Should the Lord be pleased to spare me to finish the translation and printing of the scriptures, I think I shall be willing to say with Simeon, "Lord, now lettest," &c. &c.

In a work so important as giving the word of God to mankind, in addition to literary attainments, I know of no qualifications so necessary as a tender conscience, and a heart right with God.

Feb. 4th. Was much gratified this morning by a visit of the Native who has for some years been very active in giving away Tracts, in assisting in the schools, and in speaking to his countrymen about religion. He requested a supply of Gujuratee New Testaments and Tracts, as he intended to visit several of the villages at a considerable distance from Surat. With pleasure I complied with his request; and pray that the Lord may be with him in his journey. When taking leave, he said, "I go as a pioneer, and you must follow; and I trust you will see that my labours have not been in vain." Glad should I have been to have accompanied him; but cannot leave the work in Surat a single day, unless compelled to do it, until I receive assistance from England.

I may here observe that the Gujuratee Testament is divided into eight parts; and since it has been printed, about 1,000 parts have been given away by us among the people in this city, and in the villages around. About 10,000 Gujuratee Tracts have been given away since the press began work here.

Feb. 5th. Visited the second Native School. The whole number of children in this school is 50.-Was much pleased with their progress-heard them before they were dismissed repeat the lessons in our first book. Finding them perfect in the first book, I introduced our second

book for children; it contains the Ten Commandments, the Lord's Prayer, a morning and evening hymn, &c. This school is entirely composed of Dhera children-that class of Hindoos who eat carrion. All the other Hindoos abhor them, and they always live in districts by themselves. It is the duty of a missionary, I conceive, to teach the people that all castes are on a level in the sight of God; yet in the present state of the people, it is absolutely impossible to mix these people with the children of other castes. We must either teach them in separate schools, or allow them to remain ignorant. The children of all other castes unite together in the schools.

Feb. 6th. Visited the first and third Native Schools. In the first are 55 children, and in the third 45; making in the three schools together, 150 children. They may be said to be Christian Schools entirely, as every thing of a heathen and superstitious nature has been gradually excluded.

Feb. 7th. Preached in our hired house. In the same street is a heathen temple, by the door of which I pass in going to our house of Christian worship. The idol is a stone of a horrid figure, covered over with red colour. The house is a dwelling-house, the lower room only being appropriated to the idol. The of ferings presented to this idol are flowers, rice, clarified butter, oil, &c. &c. Prayers are offered up, accompanied with the ringing of bells, beating of drums, and dances; this last is generally performed by girls of infamous character. The whole service is a mere childish ceremony, dishonourable to God, and calculated to pollute the mind. Here no prayers are presented to the One only living and true God; no song of praise to Jehovah is heard; and no instruction that is good for the soul is ever imparted to the people. All is ignorance, folly, and spiritual death.

Turning away from the disgusting scene with feelings of pity for the deluded creatures, was happy to find a few persons waiting my arrival. I suppose that about 40 heard the word of the Lord.

Feb. 14th. Nothing this evening but weddings, beating of drums, and flambeaus are to be seen or heard in every part of the city. This being considered a lucky month, parents generally at this time betroth their children. Had little expectation of meeting a congregation when I left home, and less when I reached our preaching house, as there was a wedding next door. However, a few persons being present, I sat down and began reading. Soon after which the bridegroom ar

rived with his train, and while their marriage ceremony was celebrating, a considerable part of the company came to hear me. I spoke to them from that interesting passage, "God so loved the world," &c. &c. All faces were new to me, and they seemed surprised to hear a white man speak their language, and much more surprised at what they heard. Gave away a considerable number of Tracts, and the company returned to the wedding to eat and drink I suppose. I fear they were but ill prepared to hear the word-indeed one did not scruple to tell me after the service, that their hearts were more set on their dinner at that time than on hearing the word of the Lord. But we ought to speak the word "in season and out of season.'

As my sheet is nearly full, I must here conclude my extracts from my Journal; indeed more would be unnecessary, as I could give you little else but a repetition of what I have said. You will learn from the above the state of things here.

In printing the Old Testament, I have advanced to the end of Leviticus, and hope to have the whole of the Pentateuch printed off by the end of next month. I mean to go on with the other parts of the Old Testament as fast as health and strength will permit. Should these be continued, I hope the whole may be finished in about a year hence. I long for its completion, in order that I may more fully devote myself to the preaching the Gospel among the heathen. W. FIVIE.

Death of Dr. Taylor.

In the same letter Mr. Fyvie informs the Directors that Dr. Taylor, formerly their missionary, died at Shiraz, in Persia, in the month of Dec. 1821.

CHINSURAH.

Extracts of a Letter from Rev. Geo. Mundy,

dated Chinsurah, 5th April, 1822. Since I last wrote, we have taken under our care four Native Schools, containing about 200 children. The Catechism and Scriptures are learnt, and read by them daily. On Sabbath morning they are all assembled in our large Bengalee chapel, (where we every evening exhibit a crucified Saviour to the people) when we catechise and expound to them. This commenced about ten weeks ago, and has hitherto gone on with great success; we are indeed constrained to say "what hath God wrought!" Five years ago, on B. Pearson's arrival, the name of Christ scarcely dared to be mentioned to a boy, or a printed book put into his hand, though its contents were nothing but a

few fables, so great were their prejudices; but now what a door is opening for the communication of that knowledge, which shall cause them utterly to forsake the dumb idols of their forefathers.

One evening lately, Mr. Townley took a Catechism with him into the street, to read aloud, in order to draw a congregation for preaching; he had no sooner read the first question, "Who created you?" than a little boy among the people, immediately of his own accord, gave the answer, "God created me." Mr. T. went on with the questions, and the child with the answers, throughout the book, to the great astonishment of the people.

We are still endeavouring, as far as our feeble strength will possibly allow, to fulfil our Saviour's injunction, "Preach the Gospel to every creature;" during the late cold season, we have preached a great deal in the open air. Mr. Townley, in company with Mr. Harle, spent a month in preaching and distributing tracts at all the towns and villages up the river, to the distance of 200 miles. Since their return, Mr. T. and I have generally been companions in labour, visiting, while the cold continued, all the villages for many miles around us, and preaching, frequently, the greater part of the day. In one of these excursions, we were accompanied by a native convert from Calcutta. Br. T. and I having preached at two different villages, on our arrival at the third, our Native Brother ascended the steps of a Heathen Temple, and addressed a large congregation of his countrymen on the love of Christ, till the tears streamed from his eyes. It was a most affecting and delightful sight! The people stood in amazement, wondering at the strange and surprising change which must have taken place, to cause a once hardened Hindoo to weep. This same native's preaching has been lately blessed to a young man 22 years of age, formerly a Brahmin and Goroo, (a religious teacher) his disciples (of whom he had many) all forsook him on his becoming a disciple of Christ. He is at present with us, and we have every reason to be much pleased with him; his piety appears real, and his ta lents, particularly as a preacher, above the ordinary kind. He is going through a regular course of instruction under Mr. Townley, that he may be better qualified for the important work; for this purpose, Brother T. is translating Dr. Bogue's Lectures into Bengalee, and I am attempt. ing a select translation of Keach's Scripture Metaphors.

(A Suttee described.)

The horrid practice of burning widows is still carried on without any abatement

in those places under our government. The Dutch will not allow it in their districts. During the last year, in the small district of Hooghly alone, 195 poor unhappy females have been sacrificed!!! A few days ago, hearing of one about to take place, and our Brethren Trawin and Bankhead being with us, we all resolved to go, that we might, if possible, be able by argument to prevent it. On arriving at the place, we found the woman sitting by the body of the deceased; we did all we could to endeavour to persuade her not to burn; but all we could get from her were entreaties to leave her; we then appealed to the feelings of her daughter, whose office it was to set fire to the pile, but could make no impression on her, after which the multitude, and particularly the Brahmins, were addressed respecting the injustice, cruelty and sin of such an act; but finding all fruitless, silence being obtained, Mr. Townley, in the presence of the people, offered up a fervent prayer that God would graciously show mercy, and soften their hard hearts-all however failed of the desired effect, and we were obliged to be silent spectators of the awful scene. The poor creature, after being bathed in the Ganges, was carried, almost senseless with intoxicating drugs, to the pile, tied to the dead body, large pieces of wood laid on her, and the whole bound down that she might not possibly escape. The pile was then set on fire, amidst the shouts and yells of the people. To us, indeed, it appeared hell in miniature. Our feelings were deeply impressed, and I trust we were constrained to cry with more fervent spirit, "have respect unto the covenant, O God, for the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty."

HUMPEE.

Extracts from a Letter of the Rev. W. Reeve, dated Humpee, 8th of April, 1822. I feel pain mingled with pleasure, in addressing you once more from this thronged festival-with pain, to see multitudes so numerous gathered from all parts of the contiguous towns and villages to give that worship to graven images which is due alone to the true God, who is jealous of his own glory and will not give it to another; yet-with pleasure, be cause, " unto me, who am the least of all saints," this grace is given, that I should preach among these poor Pagan Gentiles, "the unsearchable riches of Christ."

When shall the arch-fiend of darkness, the prince of the power of the air, the god of this world be dethroned, and driven from his usurped dominions