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Hark! 'tis the warwhoop thund'ring from afar,

See the armed natives blacken all the shore ! were exhibited every day in the great square

Those death-cbarged quivers and dread shouts of of the city.

war,

Doubtless proclaim our Mission task is o'er; The chiefs and Mahmoud were constantly

And, lo! with hurried steps and wild uproar, jealous of each other : he longed to curtail Prompt at their dying chieftain's fell command,

They go, to stain with Missionary gore, or destroy their power, and they dreaded

The oft-polluted sanguinary strand, his unprincipled ambition. After this state

And re-assert the barbarous manners of the land. of affairs had lasted a good while, some

The gathering bands surround our former station, times in open hostility, sometimes under a And elouds of smoke, in dark’ning columns rise; hollow friendship, the pacha professed the Yon bursting Games announce the preparation, most entire and cordial reconciliation, They pause, and silence reigns. Now doleful terms of amity were agreed on, and he in cries

of disappointment, on the stillness pour :

'Tis known the feast.devoted, victim-prize, citadel. The infatuation of these unfortu Which they, elate, assembled to devour, nate men, was singular, in trusting to the Has fled beyond the bounds of their terrific power, protestations of a man whose faithless cha. Now on the sea intent they seem to gaze, racter they knew so well. It was a beauti- | . And in the distance view our feeing sail;

Now 'mong the rocks disperse in various ways,

And to the ocean tell their mournful tale, most superb coursers, and in their costliest Hoping they still may reach us, and prevail.

Fleets of canoes, in martial ranks combined, robes, entered the long and winding pass

Start from the shore-but all their efforts fail. that conducts towards the citadel. This pass Our vessel onward glides before the wind, was so narrow as to oblige each horseman

Quick o'er the billowy deep, and leaves them far

behind. to proceed singly; and broken and precipi

Dim in th' horizon land and sea appear; tous rocks rose on each side. The massy

And now, thank, Heaven ! the appalling danger's gate of entrance to the pass was closed on past:

No sound disturbs the anxious list’ning ear, the last Mamaluke, and the long file of

Save the wild weltering of the watery waste.' chiefs, in their pride and splendour, yet Anon-as vapour-waves yon hill invest, broken by the windings of the defile, pro.

A lambent light its living crown illumes :

The ruby sun, now sailing down the west, ceeded slowly to the gate of the citadel, Withdraws his fame, and all the scene deplomes, which was fast shut. From behind the And in another clime his radiant course resumes. rocks above, opened at once a fire of mus Where skies, reclining on the darkling wave ketry so close and murderous, that the un That laves the shores of cannibal renown,

Blush on that stranger's awe-inspiring grave, happy chiefs gazed around in despair; they

Or changeful lowering wear an angry frown, drew their sabres, and, as the coursers I pensive gaze regretful: I have known pranced wildly beneath their wounds, each

A brighter prospect cheer our arduous toil,

Ahl is the sun of heavenly truth gone down?

Set in dread darkness, or eclips'd awhile ? sank on the ground, and in a short time all Oh ! may it soon relume the guilt-benighted isle ! was hushed. Mahmoud heard from his As the lone moon, emerging from the flood, apartment in the citadel, the tumult and

Holds her pale lamp, to light us on her way

While kindling gems the vault of heaven bestud, outcries; and never were sounds more wel

As silent Eve puts on her mantle graycome to his ear. This massacre completely Scenes more sublime my mental eyes survey.

Yes, recollection still returns to thee, broke the power of the Mamalukes; on

Land of hopes blighted! and recalls the day, the loss of their chiefs, the troops fled from { When thy glad natives bow'd the willing knee.

And hail'd the eternal standard of the Deity. Cairo.-Carne's Letters from the East, vol. i. p. 106.

Success awhile unwearied labours crown'd.

And in bright colours expectation drew
The future. To the gospel's joyful sound,

The rude unletter'd race, of sombre hue,

List'ned attentive, and submissive grew.
POETRY.

Around the Mission-house, at even-tide,

Assembling oft, in peaceful order due,
They own'd their teachers as a heaven-sent guide,
And' to our guardian oare did many a youth

confide.

Their chieftain's favouring smiles we then pog. THE MISSIONARY'S RETREAT; OR, FARE. sess'd, WELL TO NEW ZEALAND.

And halcyon peace resumed ber cheering reign ; Numbers Jehovah's sacred name confess'd,

And, taught by us to raise the pious strain, LAND of my once endearing hopes, farewell !

To Him who for the heathen race was slain, Ye bleak, inhospitable shores, adieu !

Ecstatic notes in uncouth accents flow. I leave you. Deep conflicting feelings swell

They wish'd us oft to tell them o'er again, My anxious bosom, as I pensive view

How Jesus came sojourning here below, Our friendly bark her steady course pursue,

To save th' apostate world from everlasting wo. And yonder less'ning, hostile hills recede. The savage hordes, delighting to imbrue

Hail ! scene divine, deep graven on the mind, Their hands in blood, are ready for the deed ;

Which long, to memory dear, will joys afford, But from the threat'ned doom the Mission now is 1 When distant tribes, in seeming love combined, freed.

Beneath the shade, the Christian's God adored ;

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And when we cried, “Now let us praise the

Lord.”
Such lofty peans shook the ambient alr.

That echo, answering, distant caves explored,
And far around th’exulting anthems bear ;
Thus conquering truth divine rode on in high

career.

Tho' deeds demoniac drove us from our post,

Yet hope, still buoyant, spreads her seraph wings; And, whispering, “ Mission labours are not lost,"

O'er shades adverse, transporting radiance flings.

As 'neath the verpal sun the flowret springs, In Zealand youth may truth divine expand ;

And, o ! send forth amain, great King of kings ! Full many a heav'n-taught Missionary band, T' illume the mental gloom in every heathen land.

Keighley, Nov. 10, 1828.

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When pature, smiling, clad the groves in green,

And bade the fow'rets scent the breath of morn, Oft have I stray'd, romantic hills between,

Calm as the skies soft slumbering in the bourn; And on the heights that sylvan scenes adorn, Pleased, oft reclined, to list the voice of Spring,

From the glad vales, by jocund zephyrs borne, While warbling wild birds wanton on the wing, And bail the uprising orb of day's resplendent

King.

DEATH'S FINAL CONFLICT.

And as the dulcet chiine of deep cascade,

Slow on the ear in undulations stole, Unearthly sounds, " a still small voice," convey'd

By volant seraphs, roused my inmost soulAnd urged me to invoke the Sire of all : “ Omnific Lord, triumphant march along,

Thro' the dark islands of this earthly ball Banish far bence idolatry and wrong, And may thy wond'rous love resound from every

tongue."

Lono bas the tyrant on his gloomy throne 'Mid clouds and darkness sway'd this lower

world ; All that are mortal must his einpire own;

O'er man his sable banner is?unfurl'd. Howe'er we seek to drive him from the soul,

He still appears upon the mi nic scene; All nature bows beneath his stern control, Though mask'd in festive Uandishments bis

mien. How short the rainbow-smile of yonthful joy,

That gilds the transitory stream of time; Still death will mingle with each loved employ,

Blast every bliss, and poison every clime. And if we trifle all the live-long day.

Twining life's blossoms in a festive wreath, Though we forget him in our childish play,

Night shall remind us of the reign of death. Where now are all the slowly pacing hours

We lately sought so rapidly to speed, That mock'd with tardy steps our utmost powers,

As each to each in lagging train succeed.
In sleep's still moments, who can mark their flight,

What can arrest time's renovated wing ;
Who can control the shapeless dreams of night,

That unknown worlds to human senses bring ?

But, ah! when last I went my wonted round,

On my return a sudden change I saw; Th' assembled crowds, in sullen anger frown'd, And warlike arm announced impending wo. Mournful reverse ! yet struck with seeming awe At our request they peacefully retired.

Alas! ere long unmask'd, the grimly foe Our death in flames inhumanly conspired,' And thirst of Mission gore each savage bosom fired.

As this reverse foreboding thoughts employ'),
My wand'ring steps, unconscious, reach'd the

plain,
Where the lost crew of the devoted Boyd

Were, by dark Indian wiles, decoy'd and slain: Where blanching 'round still human bones re

main. Struck with the sight, deep tremor seized my

frame; Imagination view'd the bleeding train, In mangled fragments, quivering in the flame, And reeking limbs pass round-and deeds I cannot

name.

The fairy forms of fancy's wild domain,

Then rule with mystic spell the subject mind; Then joy and sorrow lead a shadowy train,

And a new world appears to wait mankind. Say, does Death reign ? and is the present scene

The far-famed Hades of the poet's pen; Is it the awful gulf that yawns between

The world of spirits, and the world of men ?

Pondering I paused, as pass'd the moaning gale

Dim o'er my eyes, as pensively I sate, The starting tear-drop spread a watery veil. “ Shades of the dead," I cried, “ whose hapless

fate These mould'ring relics mournfully relate, (If on the wing ye listening hover near,)

Say, shall we fall, or fee th' ensanguined state? Methought a voice, descending on the ear,

: "Rise! you; yet may 'scape the threat’ning doom severe."

Ah, no I for still the crimson current flows
Fresh from life's fountain, through the slum-

b'ring frame, The downy cheek with mantling blushes glows;

Man now knows dissolution but by name. But soon the tyrant shall exert his power,

And as the king of terrors claim his prey ; Who can avert thi' inevitable hour,

Or who can bribo bim to a kind delay ? The conflict comes-Time stops his rapid Alight,

Thick clouds and darkness gather on the scene, Vanish'd are all the brilliant dreams of night,

And day's bright beams no longer intervene. Life's crimson current now has ceased to flow,

Reason deserts her desolated throne ; Where now are all the sympathies below ?

What now remains, that man can call his own? Death triumphs now o'er all of earthly mould ;

The trembling frame bas yielded in the strife, Its fountain now is silent, still, and cold;

And man has forfeited his claim on life.

While the mad throng intestine wars attend,

We unobserved, retreated from the shore ; Our timely flight the rolling waves befriend,

And urge us forward with a plaintive roar. Heaven as our guide, we ocean wilds explore, And seek a refuge in a kindlier clime: Far from the coast by death-feuds crimson'd

o'er, The dark abode of treachery and crime; O may we teach lost man célestial truths sublime.

For thy fierce sons, 0 Zealand I still I mourn,

And feel the glow of unabated zeal; Fain to thy blooil-stain'd shores I would return, Could I promote thy everlasting weal,

O Thou! whose Majesty thy works reveal, God of all worlds! who rules creation wide,

In kind forbearance with the nations deal, Who now Thy servants, and Thy word deride; And tbro' the storms of life be our unerring guide.

But what is life ?-is it to act and move,

A thinking centre of Creation's plan ; That God's pure mercy, and transcendent love,

Has deign'd to honour with the name of man? Ah, no! the thinking animating soul,

The emanation of th’Almiglity breath, Disdains the narrow bounds of Time's control,

And bids defiance to the arm of Death.

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The tyrant may exult o'er all his spoil

of beauty, wealth, and honour, now no more ; But here bis triumph ends, 'tis fruitless toil

To stretch his conquests to th' Eternal shore.

There man still lives in his congenial home,

But with new senses fitted to the scene; Death's reign is bounded by the earthly tomb, Nor dares he pass the awful gulf between.

E. G. B.

Not all the adoration

That angel worship pays,
In mighty congregation,

Of universal praise,
More grateful has ascended,

To God's indulgent ear,
Than when the knee is bended

By infancy in prayer. When nature's loveliest roses

Shall strew th' autumnal sod, And when this bead reposes

Beneath the valley's clod, Mayst thou, all good possessing,

In peace and honour live, Enjoying every blessing,

That God himself can give. Till grown in virtue hoary,

At length thou shalt lay down, That diadem of glory,

For an immortal crown. C. J. WEBB.

THE CHRISTIAN'S ENTRANCE INTO

HEAVEN.
Hail, world of bliss ! for ever hail !

Adieu! ye earthly woes,
I rise from death's dark gloon

To undisturb'd repose.
Hail, dear Redeemer ! all the praise

Of all my bliss be thine,
My grateful voice, in ceaseless lays,

Shall bless thy love divine.
Hail, all ye happy saints of God!

I join with you to sing
The merits of the sacred blood,

of heaven's Eternal King.
Hail, happy land ! with pure delight

Thy glories I survey,
Still glorious to the enraptur'd sight,

Through all th' eternal day.
Hail, blissful regions! now my own

The Christian's blest retreat,
Mine be the lowest, humblest throne,

But near my Saviour's feet.
Winchester.

HENRY,

THE FOLLY OF DELAY. Do pluck me a nosegay, dear sister, I pray, For this in my bosom is withering away, Go, pillage the garden, and strip ev'ry bed, Till you bring me a large ope, as big as my head. Ah! sister, I'm sorry that summer is gone, And autumn and winter are hastening on: This ghost of a rose, and 'twas all that I found, When I touched it, threw all its pale bloom to the

ground. I could not help thinking how often 'twas so, When we let the fair season of usefulness go, We run, and arrive just the moment to find, That though time has a forelock, lie's nothing be

hind; And the band that is stretch'd for the blessing, re

ceives, For the flow'r of enjoyment, the mock’ry of leaves. O ne'er may such folly my spirit control, In the weightier matters, the things of my soul. , “ Seek ye first,” is the strong, but inviting com.

mand, “Thekingdom of heaven," that kingdom's at hand, All other possessions compared to this, Are but dreams of enjoyment, and shadows of bliss.

C.J. WEBB.

PARENTAL BREATHINGS. How sweet when spring discloses,

On her maternal breast,
Her earliest embryo roses,

By every gale caress'd.
See them when morn appearing,

With dewy moisture wet,
Like infant princes, wearing

Their pearly coronet.
To see them meekly bowing,

Beneath their leafy shade ; When noontide suns are glowing,

Or storms their beds invade. When evening o’er creation

Breathes her expiring gale ; Shook into soft vibration,

Their balmy sweets exhale. Till from each crystal censer,

The fragrant incense rise ; To God, the kind dispenser

Of all that earth enjoys. As welcome, cherub stranger

Art thou to this low sphere; Unconscious of the danger,

That waits thy sojourn here. As sweet when o'er his slumbers,

The light gay visions stream;
Light as the myriad numbers,

That dance the solar beam.
To catch the faintest breathings,

That scarce the mirror soil; And watch the sunny wreathings,

of his first waking smile.
To mark the moonlight traces,

Of mental agency;
A thousand nameless graces,

Each moment multiply.
No other sound can ever,

Such powerful sweetness claim, As his first weak endeavour,

To lisp a parent's name.

Review.-An Inquiry, What is the one

true Faith; and whether it is professed by all Christian Sects; with an Exposition of the whole scheme of the Christian Covenant, in a Scriptural Examination of the most important of their several Doctrines. 8vo. pp. 463." Whit

taker. London. 1829. This is a very singular work, in which orthodoxy and heterodoxy are strangely blended together. There is scarcely any one, among the sects into which the Christian world is divided, that may not find something in these pages to approve, as coinciding with their respective systems; and many things to condemn, as being utterly inconsistent with their doctrines and fundamental principles. Viewing what the author has advanced on the favourable side, his readers will not withhold their

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admiration ; but on referring to the portions | ing in other connexions from which they which bear a hostile aspect, he will find are now broken, they are as remote from himself somewhat like Ishmael, “his hand the absurdities with which they are charged, against every man's, and every man's hand as the author was from fairness when he against him."

made the association. We can hardly It has been remarked, that “the hand avoid suspecting that several of the above which cannot erect a hovel may demolish topics have no other combination than a palace;" and in few instances has this what they find in his own imagination, and been more strikingly exemplified, than in that in him we discover the same indivi. the volume before us. The author, with a dual in which the alleged inconsistencies degree of temerity we have not often wit. meet. nessed, enters the sanctorum of religious But " whatever may be the defects of this work," communities, assails their first principles, the author assures us, that, "respecting tbe future

state in particular, he may contidently say, that and in a moment pulls the fabric about

it will, better than any other yet published, enable their ears. This is also done with an ap the reader to judge what the scriptural doctrines

really are, to know more correctly how far the parent consciousness of superiority, the

destiny of mankind has been revealed; how far reality of which we have not been so for. left in obscurity," &c.--Preface, p. xx. tunate as to discover, and a promise of

Elated with the hopes which the above erecting on the wreck of demolished theo.

promise was calculated to inspire, we ries, an enlarged and more consistent view

turned with solicitude to that portion of of Christianity than any which he has over

the volume in which this momentous subthrown with the hand of violence. But on

ject is described. Here, however, we found these outlines, his own language will best disappointment waiting to mock our hopes convey his sentiments.

in passages like the following:" Although, probably, little or nothing new will “Although Adam would certainly, if he had not be achieved in the interpretation of particular transgressed, bave enjoyed in the next world an passages, mueh may, and no doubt will, be done

everlasting life, he was not, strictly speaking, cre. by greater attention to consistency, and the ated immortal : of this, that he was subject for general tenor and spirit of the sacred text. Were his offence to the sentence, In the day that thou these not neglected, the doctrine that man in his eatest thereof thou shalt surely die,' is an unoriginal state was naturally immortal ; that he was questionable proof; for had he really been immorto have lived for ever on earth, or have been tal, how could he have lost immortality? A pertranslated in the natural body to heaven, death in fectly immortal being could not have become by this world being the consequence of Adam's trang

any means subject to death, the death of the soul, gression, and that although men still die, the

to which that sentence appointed him. He must, effect of Adam's sin was “done away" in Christ: therefore, have been made only so far in the likeor, that man having been born, not to immortality ness of God (as possessing a soul independent of the on earth, nor exemption from death in this world,

body for life) to have been capable or susceptible but to subsequent perpetual life, lost that inhe of immortality: his attainment to which was conritance, lost that immortality, through Adam, and tingent on an observance of certain conditions. nevertheless, that all mankind will have an ever. On these conditions made with Adam as the relasting existence, although “death reigns over presentative of mankind, immortality was offered all." and all will not be saved from the conse- to him, for himself and his posterity; and when quence of Adam's crime ; that through Adam's he broke them by eating of the forbidden fruit. fall from innocence, all are born guilty of sin, and the offer of immortality was of course apnulled : objects of God's wrath, yet that Christ has ex.

and with regard, consequently, to them as well as piated, has “done away" that sin, the sin of the to him."-p. 163. world, and accomplished the reconciliation of God with mankind; that Christianity is a covenant be. Having thus discarded immortality from twixt God and mankind for man's future safety the soul as well as the body, through on several practical conditions, and nevertheless, that man cannot "work out his own salvation;"

Adam's fall, both as it respected himself that the right of baptism is necessary for salva and his posterity, our author goes on to tion, and efficacious for the forgiveness of sin,

argue, that to all believers in Christ, and yet that man can of himself do nothing to promote bis future welfare; that God can be moved by to none besides, immortality shall be renothing which man can do; that repentance and stored. He views man in his redeemed devout prayer are not certainly availing, but nevertheless, that God is merciful, just, and ap

state, as regaining the condition Adam was peasable; that the good and wicked pass imme in before the fall, his immortality, like diately after death to heaven or hell, and that it is at the day of general resurrection every indi

Adam's, being conditional. “If man," he vidual of the human race shall be judged and sen. observes, “were not now restored to extenced to happiness or misery : these and other

| actly the same state in respect of immorinconsistent tenets, would never, if the scriptures were studied with an attention so regulated, be

tality, which Adam was in before he fell, entertained, as at present by the same indivi he would not have been completely reduals."-Preface, p. ix-xi.

deemed from God's wrath, and the conseWhere the author has found “the same quent condemnation: for he certainly has individuals" who embrace the grouping he not obtained a more perfect immortality;" has thus set before the reader, we have no (p. 169.) and that our attainment of imknowledge. We are acquainted with many, mortality is, as Adam's was, conditional, he who incorporate in their creeds several strangely brings such passages as the foltopics which he has enumerated; but stand- I lowing to prove. “He that believeth and 255

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is baptized shall be saved; but he that be- | author's views respecting the gospel dis. lieveth not shall be damned.” “Except a pensation, the economy of God towards man be born of water and of the Spirit, he mankind, and the design and end of cannot enter the kingdom of God."*“That Christ's coming into the world, the reader which is born of the flesh is flesh, (and must be well aware of the character and will consequently perish,) and that which is tendency of this book. born of the Spirit is spirit,” (and will con In glancing along its pages, the numersequently live.)-p. 170.

ous passages quoted from scripture would To the finally impenitent, our author has seem to give it a formidable aspect; but assigned an abode in the regions of anni when we proceed to examine their import, hilation, and, in accordance with this view, and the original connexion from which they he has interpreted every passage that either have been torn by the hand of disingenuasserts, or seems to assert, perpetual misery. ousness, to bear an application which their In thus extorting from such portions of authors never anticipated, they only serve scripture, a language which no impartial to expose the weakness of the cause they reader can ever imagine they were in- were intended to support. It is a volume tended to express, he has trodden in the steps in which important truths, and the most of the universalists, though to serve a very palpable errors, are strangely blended todifferent purpose. The latter detach eter gether. The author pities the advocates of nity from punishment, to make way for uni- other systems, because they involve them. versal restoration ; but the former adopts selves in inconsistencies, and combat error their reasonings, arguments, and scheme, with error. To such purblind polemics, that he may provide for annihilation. he professes to point out a more excellent

The divinity of this volume bears a strong way; and yet, perhaps, it may be more resemblance to its philosophical disquisi- than doubted if he can find within the tions; but of this also the reader shall judge compass of his researches any one book from the author's own words.

more abounding in theological absurdities "In the foregoing part of this inquiry, we found

than his own. reason to conclude that the only belief required is That the author is not the slave of any belief in Jesus Christ ; and here we are assured, that we shall be saved, if we have a belief of future life; the instilling of which was the only of his expressions, and the fearlessness of purpose of St. Paul's thus preaching, that Jesus

his tone, forbid such a belief. Yet we #rose again the third day :" for after inmediately mentioning to (by) whom Christ was seen subse cannot avoid suspecting, that in the exuquently to his resurrection, he proceeds to de berance of his freethinking, he has erected clare that mankind shall be raised also; and to give an account of the order in which the resur

his standard on that side of Socinianism rection will take place; the whole drift of his reasoning being to establish in their minds that

As a composition, the style is in general persuasion. Unless then the belief of future life, and belief in Jesus, are the same belief, unless

argumentative; but the sentences are greatly these persuasions call our faith to the same ob involved, and the language wants perspi ject, the scriptures teach us that there are two rules of faith for salvation, inconsistently with

2 cuity. It is nevertheless a work of consithe declaration made by St. Paul, that there is derable research, and much time has been only 'one Lord, one faith, one baptism.' But in

spent in collecting from other authors, pasfact, the belief that mankind may have a future everlasting life through Christ, is the essential | sages which are supposed to favour the belief in him.”—p. 40.

doctrines inculcated, and the topics which It is melancholy to reflect, that the true the writer wishes to establish. Throughout faith of the gospel, which works by love, the whole, he has displayed more courage and purifies the heart, should be thus roba than prudence, more energy than judgbed of its spirituality, and reduced to a ment, more resolution than modesty. With mere ethical assent of the mind to a given talents, which, under proper discipline, proposition, or an historical fact. Nor is might have produced a standard work, it to this alone that the author's investiga. without any additional exertions, he has tions are confined. The question whether toiled through six hundred pages, to merit Christ in bis death made an atonement for reprehension, and to excite a regret that mankind, he considers quite immaterial to both learning and abilities have not been our faith and future welfare; and so far as more usefully employed. his opinion is expressed on this momentous doctrine, he disbelieves and denies the fact. Review.- The Modern Martyr. By He also roundly asserts, that “it is possible the author of the Evangelical Rambler. for every man, rich or poor, to obtain,

In Two Vols. 12mo. pp. 318-318. through God's mercy, salvation by works." | Westley and Davis. London. 1829. -p. 256.

The Modern Martyr, the author observes .: From the specimens thus given of the in his preface, is not a religious novel, but

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