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Ravens in the Hebrides.

following: Adam, or the creation; Noah, or the deluge; the calling of Abraham, or the commencement of the covenant between God and his people; Moses, or the writen law; the siege of Troy; Solomon, or the foundation of the temple; Romulus, or the building of Rome; Cyrus, or the deliverance of the people of God from Babylonian captivity; Scipio, or the destruction of Carthage; the birth of JESUS CHRIST; Constantine, or the peace of the church; Charlemagne, or the establishment of a new empire.

I have given you the establishment of the new empire under Charlemagne, as the conclusion of ancient history, because it is here that you will find the complete termination of the ancient Roman empire. I have, therefore, thought it advisable to arrest your attention at this important point of universal history. The order which I propose to observe in the second part of this work, will lead you to the very age that is rendered illustrious by the immortal actions of the king, your father; and which will, we hope, derive new lustre from your endeavours to follow the great example which is set before you.

After having explained to you the general design of this work, I have three principal points to recommend to your notice, into which I hope to condense all that belongs to our subject.

It is necessary, in the first place, that I conduct you regularly through the different epochs, and that you take down, in few words, the principal events which distinguish each of these, that your mind may be accustomed to give them their proper place, without reference to any other occurrence. But as my chief intention is, to draw your observation, as you pass along the stream of time, to the progress of religion, and the changes of kingdoms, after I have brought together, in a regular series, the prominent facts relating to these two things, I shall return, and connect with my subject necessary reflections on the unchangeableness of religion, and the vicissitudes which have taken place in empires.

After this, whatever part of history you take up, you will turn all to profit. Never pass by any remarkable fact until you have discovered the consequences that resulted from it. Let your admiration be turned towards the wise counsels of God, in the affairs of religion. Lastly, direct your attention to the intimate connexion which subsists between human affairs, and you will then perceive that reflection and foresight are able, in some measure, to direct and govern them.

RAVENS IN THE HEBRIDES.

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A HERD of grampuses (delphinus orca,) having made their appearance off the island of Pabbay, in the Sound of Harris, in the summer of 1818, the natives surrounded them in boats, and drove them ashore. Some of the animals were about thirty feet in length, others not more than twelve. Forthwith all hands were out, busily em ployed in stripping off the blubber, an operation which lasted but a few In the mean time, two or three ravens were seen on the neighbouring rocks, croaking dolefully. The people then brought out all the pots they could muster, for the purpose of boiling the blubber. The island sent forth an odour which extended for miles around. Ravens came daily, în pairs, and at length in small flocks. The grampuses, now abandoned by their murderers, were attacked by the ravens, which, after gorging themselves most gloriously from dawn to twilight, retired in the evening to a rock in the vicinity, where they dozed away the short hours of the summer night, seeing in the visions of sleep the noble carcases of whales moored upon island beaches of the stormy Hebrides.

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There were about seventy grampuses in all, and for each grampus there might be for the first week five ravens, the next week ten, then twenty, and at length fifty; so that the ominous army at length amounted to upwards of three thousand beaked war. riors, headed by an enormous white fieldmarshal, under whom were various speckled generals. Spotted ravens, in fact, are sometimes seen in the Hebrides on ordinary occasions, but one totally white had never before presented itself to the astonished natives. The carcases were wasting but slowly, and so long as the ravens had plenty of food, no person thought much about them. At length the flesh and entrails disappeared, and nothing remained but the bare bones. The skeletons lay on the shores, like the hulks of the Spanish armada, keel and timbers, the planks torn off by the natives. Every body thought the ravens would now withdraw, but no diminution appeared in their number. Week after week, the old marshal' and his subalterns led the corbies to the bloody beach. A council of war was held; but no person could suggest a remedy. Some shots were indeed fired, and a few ravens hung in irons on the heights; but the rest merely croaked as they saw their companions swinging in the gale.

At length, a man named Finlay Morrison hatched a plot which produced a goodly`

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gosling. Finlay had often been in St. Kilda, where he saw the gannets slain in the night in the following manner :-The birdcatcher slips down a long rope, fastened above by a peg, until he gets upon a shelf where the gannets have roosted. He approaches cautiously, seizes the first between his knees, to prevent it from flapping its wings, and thereby frightening the rest, dislocates its neck by a sudden jerk, and leaves it there stark dead. In this manner he kills several scores per noctem. Finlay crawled cautiously up the rock, to which the ravens retired at night; he laid hold of an old one, and burked him; then another and another, until at length he had slaughtered more than a score. This was repeated several nights in succession. Still no diminution was perceptible in the army, and the islanders were apprehensive of a famine, for the ravens had attacked their barley. Finlay scratched his head one night as he sat by the fire, right over the organ of invention, which being thereby electrified, out came a spark, which, pass ing through the other organs, produced a scheme, and a curious one too, as will presently be seen.

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"Anecdotes of Animals," brought to my remembrance a curious circumstance which I witnessed a short time since. Having noticed for upwards of a dozen years, in a flower-garden, a bed of large black ants, which had placed their nests beside an old wall, I found that a gravel walk lately made, just by the side of their haunts, greatly disturbed their daily labours, as it was stretched across the track over which they regularly traversed backwards and forwards from morning till night. On observing how active they were in running round the little stones which obstructed their passage, after some time I removed all the impediments, leaving a smooth path in a circle, which they soon found to be the easiest way of travelling, and in which they went, in as regular a manner as a regiment of soldiers, leaving room for each other to pass.

Recollecting to have read in the life of John Bunale, esq. the case of John Orton, a hermit, who, dying alone in the Stonemore Islands, was found, some time after his death, lying on a couch without any covering, the ants having eaten his flesh, and left the bones as white as if they had come from the hands of the anatomist; I was resolved to try an experiment-I accordingly procured a bird, plucked off its feathers, and placed it in a box, just by their nests, leaving holes for them to enter and retreat, and covering it slightly with mould. In less than a week they reduced it to a complete skeleton. We little know the extent of our obligations to these useful creatures in destroying putrid masses, which would otherwise prove injurious to human life. Their whole economy demonstrates the wisdom and goodness of Divine ProM. GUIVER.

He rose up, dark as it was, and took with him two of his companions. They walked to the rock, clambered up as usual to the raven roosts, laid hold of half a dozen birds, plucked them completely, leaving only the wing and tail feathers, and let them loose. By this time it was dawn. The plucked ravens screamed violently; the whole flock screamed, and fled. Nothing was to be heard on the island but one desperate and incessant scream. The natives, terrified, got out of bed and came abroad. The denuded ravens naturally sought their companions; but the latter had no com-vidence.

passion upon them. They fled from them Cambridge, July, 1829.

in all directions, terrified at the unnatural and never-before-seen spectacle. One night only did the ravens remain in the island. Some herdsman saw them at sunrise wing their flight in a body northward over the Atlantic, leaving behind them their luckless

POETRY.

A WELCOME TO ENGLAND;

companions, which, naked and persecuted, Or, Lines written on the Introduction of GEORGE

soon perished. By this means was the island of Pabbay rid of a pest, which might have reduced to severe distress, by destroying their scanty crop, an already wretched population, the greater part of which has since taken refuge in the wilds of Canada. -Edinburgh Literary Gazette.

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BENNET, Esq. on his Return to England, into
the Wesleyan Conference, held in Sheffield,
August, 1829.

O WELCOME, welcome home once more!
From Australasia's distant shore,
From burning India's palmy strand,
From Madagascar's fatal land,
From southern Afric's sandy soil,
From far Mauritius slavery's isle,
From swarming, populous Cathay,

From climes that turn our night to day,
Where summer smiles along the plains,
While clad in snow our winter reigns;
Where cannibals their captives eat,
Yes, horrid! deem their blood a treat;
And nature's light, the deist's boast,
Is but a torch to hell's dark coast,

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Spreading along the path of time,
Fear, superstition, guilt, and crime,
While mind, that vital spark of God
But faintly glimmers through the clod;
And from the cradle to the tomb,
The life is woe, the death is gloom.
Eight annual suns have cross'd the line,
And travell'd every circling sign,
Since you have travers'd to and fro
The pagan world, of night and wo,
Circling the convex earth, no doubt,
To cleanse the Augean stable out;
Or take the gauge of human loss,
And mark the triumphs of the cross.
To hail it in those isles remote,

That bloom and smile beneath the Goat,
And girdled with an ocean, rise
Under the stars of other skies,
Where gallant Cook, by science led,
His sails o'er unknown billows spread;
By nobler motives fir'd, you brave
The mountain surge, the Austral wave.
He isles explor'd, and climes unknown,
To add new realms to George's throne;
But you, far richer aims engross,
To save the lost, to spread the Cross.
Nor gold nor gems attracted thee,
To visit the Pacific sea;

Thy scheme was not in every mart
To cull from nature or from art;
To bring the diamond from the mine,
Or bid the ore its gold resign;

To fetch the pearl from ocean's deep,
Or Venus watch, while others sleep;
To trace up rivers whence they roll,
Or find a passage to the pole;
Or, skill'd in botany, define

The plants and shrubs beyond the line;
Or coast vast fields of ice, intent

To find a southern continent.

A purer ray thy footsteps led,
Than ere the lamp of science shed;
Cook's was a noble enterprise,
Thine is recorded in the skies.

Thrice welcome home to greet our eyes,
We hail thee to thy native skies.
We hail thee from a foreign soil,
From forest, jungle, swamp, defile,
Where serpents hiss, or tigers lie,
And burning suns inflame the sky.
From palmy groves thy steps we hail,
The coral reef, the monsoon gale,
From mortal climes, where every breeze
Sweeps o'er the plain some fell disease;
And every swamp, with death is rife,
From Zealand spear, Malayan knife,
From stormy Cape and lions' roar,
We hail thee to thy natal shore.
To God, thy God's, eternal praise,
Our" Stone of Help" we joyful raise,
And on it this great truth record,
Thy help was in and from the Lord!
His love, his light in every zone,
Around thy heart in lustre shone;
His holy providence, unseen,
Spread o'er thee a mysterious screen.
He bore thee up, his mighty hands
Defended from New Zealand bands,
And gave the winds and waves decree,
To bear thee harmless on the sea.
Hence, when along the stormy Cape,
The waves were piled in mountain shape,
While anxious mariners aghast,
Trembled to view the reeling mast,
And every lurch the vessel gave,
Foreboded all an ocean grave,
They saw not, or they could not see,
That angels' eyes were fix'd on thee;
They saw not in the hand divine,
A rein that curb'd the foaming brine.
They saw not, in the roaring storm,
The Son of man's divinest form;
Bidding the fierce tornado keep
His servant safe amid the deep;
And at its peril bear thee o'er

Rock, reef, and from the leeward shore!

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Hence, when in our antipodes,
Or Patagonia's stormy seas,
The God of missions, strong to save,
From savage tribes and Austral wave;
Around thyself, the ship, the crew,
A wall of faming brass he threw,
Nor coral reef, nor dark monsoon,
Nor burning sun, nor midnight moon,
Nor cholera, nor fever's power,
Nor chilling dew, nor drenching shower,
Nor rapid strait, nor boiling deep,
The faithless calm, the whirlpool's sweep,
Had power to hurt a single hair,

For God was thine, and he was there.
Northampton.
JOSHUA MARSDEN.

THE SUN-FLOWER.
THOU glaring summer flower,
Soon as the sun doth rise,
Thou watchest, every hour,
His steps o'er yonder skies.
When in the chequer'd east,
He shows his head of gold;
O then thy ample breast,
To him thou dost unfold.
When at the hour of noon,

In triumph he does ride;
Thiné eye to him is won,

While every tear is dried. When o'er the glowing west, In skies both blue and fair; Still in his presence blest,

We find thee gazing there.
And when he sinks below,
Within the ocean deep;
Then quickly thou dost bow,

Thy languid head to weep.
And thro' the hours of rest,
In silence thou dost mourn;
Uncomforted-unblest-

Till Phoebus does return.

Flower of the sun! oh, why
Dost thou each passing day;
Turn up thy golden eye,

And court the sunny ray?
Thou lov'st the sun-the sky,
But 'tis unknown to me;
Where lurks the secret tie,
Between that orb and thee.
So blind, alas! is man,
Nature's unerring laws;
Evade his deepest scan,

They are-but whence the cause?

I seek no cause, indeed!

For, oh each passing hour; A lesson we may read,

In every plant and flower.

Tho' I to earth am bound,

A GLORIOUS SUN is given;

O, may he still be found,

And draw my thoughts to heaven.
THOS. CROSSLEY.

THE GOD OF THUNDERS. "TWAS silence all ;-now from the op'ning skies, A fire descends, and through the ether flies; Tremendous noise succeeds the vivid flame, God treads above, and thunders speak his name. He lifts his hand, the sun forgets his glare, Rolls in dense clouds, and stalks the heavens in fear: He speaks, and, lo, through every op'ning gate Speed fire and noise that round his glory wait. This God is ours; He 'tis the suppliant hears, "Tis He the Christian loves, the Atheist fears, To Him the spirits damn'd disdain to pray, Lightnings surround his path, and thunders mark his way. Q. E. D.

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A PARAPHRASE

On part of the Sixth Chapter of Matthew.

WHEN will thine unbelief,

Its torturing power restrain?
Why should thine impious grief,
A gracious God arraign!

Is faith's inspired prayer

At length of no avail,
And thou below his care,

Do his resources fail?

Then why, O tell me, why, or whence,
This widely spread beneficence?

Behold the feather'd throng,
How thoughtlessly they fly;
He guides their course along
The wide and pathless sky.
The berried thorn supplies

Their sweet and constant meal,
Its shades from curious eyes,

Their sylvan home conceal.

He bids them weave their mossy bed,
By him their scatter'd meal is spread.

The lilies of the field,

How carelessly they bloom,

And without labour yield
Their delicate perfume.

Through every varied tribe,
The flowery sisterhood,
From his own breath imbibe
Their light ethereal food.

His hand their vital juice supplies,

And tints them with their richest dyes.

His care extends to all

The vegetable race,

He sends his show'r to fall,

E'en on the lowly grass.

On the rude thistle too,

That near the pathway grows,
As lightly falls the dew,"

As on the sweetest rose.

Thus nature's ample fields survey,
And look your anxious cares away.

Poetry.

AN ADDRESS TO ENGLAND ON BEHALF OF HOME MISSIONS.

"England, with all thy faults, I love thee still." COWPER.

HARK! on the odorif'rous gales,
That sweep our mountains, cheer our vales,
What sounds are borne along;
'Tis misery's groan, that strikes the ear,
Deeper than dirge o'er funeral bier,

That last sad mournful song.

From British heathen, English swains,
Who toil, and dress our fields and plains,
Or o'er our forests roam,

The soul-arresting sounds arise,
While yonder mild propitious skies,
Bid us remember home.

How long shall ardent prayer arise
From bleeding hearts, and uprais'd eyes,
Which sorrow's floods o'erflow?
How long shall dying myriads call,
Or weeping suppliants prostrate fall,
And groan theirun eas'd wo?

Shall Afric's sons be freed from chains,
And Hindoo widows, snatch'd from pains,
Adore the hand that saves?

Shall Budhu's priests, from sin made free,
Rejoice in gospel liberty,

And England's sons be slaves?
Britons! to you the warm appeal,
Which surely British hearts must feel,
Is by your country made.
Thousands around your hamlets lie,
Involv'd in guilt: haste ere they die,
England implores your aid.

Oft from the senate and the throne,
While blood-eyed war's terrific groan
Has sounded through the land,
Has help been ask'd; and then ye drew
Your hoarded wealth, and gladly flew
To lend a helping hand.

Again the loud, th' imperious call,
From heav'ns high throne addresses all
Throughout the British isles.

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Haste to the standard of your King, Jesus commands! your treasures bring; The foe our poor beguiles.

O for a patriotic zeal,

To fire our souls, and while we feel,

Our energy t' increase;

Not to spread death and ruin round,
And strew with mangled beaps the ground,
But concord, love, and peace.

God of our highly favour'd isle,
Still, still on British missions smile,
Then England will be blest.

Touch every heart that bears thy name,
With holy fire, and let the flame

On every agent rest.

Burslem.

J. YOUNG.

CAPTIVE NEGRO'S SONG.

THERE is a land of liberty,

Whose sons are brave and fair, Where black and white alike are free

As birds that skim the air.
Could we but touch its happy shore,
Oh, then we should be slaves no more.

We sleep and dream, before our eyes,
The lovely land appears,
We walk the smiling paradise,

Nor think of former tears.
We wake to feel the galling chain,
That tells us we are slaves again.

They were not form'd of finer clay,
Nor shaped in nicer mould,
Who tore us from our homes away,
And bartered us for gold,
Than Afric's sons thus held in thrall,
For God, in Adam, made us all.

O noble, high, exalted land,
Regard an injured race;
Lift up for us thy mighty hand,
And thy reproach erase.

O Britain, now be truly brave,
And break the shackles of the slave.

APOLOGUE.

THIS morn I met a little boy,

W. T-g.

(As near yon blossom'd grove I tarried,) With cheeks flush'd o'er with rapturous joy, And in his hand a prise he carried.

A prize which he would not forego,
The sweet nest of the freckled linnet;
And oh, with what delight he saw
Four little callow chirpers in it.

Where hast thou got these birds, this morn ?
I said; and he replied unheeding,

I've found this nest in youder thorn,
But, see, my hands are sadly bleeding.

Ah me, my boy! poor reckless child!
And didst thou then that wild tree rifle;
(Mindless of thorns which there beguil'd,)
To gain so poor, so mean a trifle?

And oh in riper years withal,

Thou'lt catch at many a worthless bubble! While keener thorns thy breast will gall, And turn thy joys to tears of trouble.

THOS. CROSSLEY.

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Review.-The Preacher's Manual.

REVIEW.-The Preacher's Manual; a Course of Lectures on Preaching, in which Claude's Principles, &c. are illustrated by numerous Examples. By S. T. Sturtevant. 2 vols. 8vo. pp. 480 -693. Baynes. London. 1829.

THESE volumes are of a very peculiar character, intended chiefly for the use of young preachers, who, by studying the excellent rules which they contain, may soon become workmen who need not be ashamed. The first volume having been some time in our possession, was nearly forgotten; but the recent arrival of the second, recalling it to recollection, led to an immediate examination of both; the result of which we embody in this review.

The Preface, which occupies about twenty pages, gives a general, but rather indistinct outline of what the lectures contain, acknowledges the obligations the author is under to Mr. Simeon and others, without whose assistance his rules would have been deficient in example to illustrate their nature, variety, and comprehensiveness, and furnishes many useful but delicate hints to auxiliary preachers; but in other respects it exhibits nothing remarkable either in language or sentiment.

The introduction approximates more nearly to the subjects of the lectures, assigns to the ministerial character its vast importance, and enforces with much energy the necessity of suitable qualifications in all by whom it is assumed. With this view, the author strongly recommends mental as well as spiritual improvement, in which he includes method and order in the choice of subjects, and the manner of elucidating them, in thought and reflection, in reading and arrangement, and in laying before an audience, both in matter and terms, the various topics which the study had supplied. He admits that at first the difficulties may appear formidable, from the number and diversity of the necessary acquirements; but encourages his readers with an assurance, that they are not insurmountable, and that they are more forbidding in appearance than they will be found when resolution brings them to the test of experiment.

The lectures in these volumes are SO immediately connected together, that they may all be considered as so many parts of one common whole, which, as a system, may be said to embody the science of preaching, and as making a circuit round that ample field, in which the preacher is to take his stand. The number of these lectures is sixty-two, of which twenty-five

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On glancing over the titles of these lectures, we were ready to exclaim with Rasselas, when attending a dissertation on poetry, Enough; I am convinced no man can be a poet." Much, however, may be done by young ministers to prepare themselves for their arduous undertaking, towards which they will find these volumes of considerable service, although they may never reach the acmè of perfection which the author recommends. The task, indeed, appears Herculean; but diligence and perseverance will accomplish wonders; and although, should a knowledge and observance of all these rules be made the criterion of preaching qualifications, "This pulpit to be let" might be written on many a rostrum; the youthful mind may easily acquire principles, which, though diversified in themselves, and somewhat obscure in their nicer discriminations, will become familiar by intimacy, and neither overwhelm it with their multiplicity, nor perplex it with their intricacies. Young ministers, like all other students, must not forget, that it is "by toil and art the steep ascent we gain;" and he who is about to dedicate his life to the duties of the sanctuary, should deem nothing superfluous, which can store his mind with variety, confer dignity on his station, or render him respectable in the estimation of those among whom he may be called to minister in holy things.

One danger to be apprehended from a too rigorous adherence to these rules, when a knowledge of them has been acquired, is, that it may lead their possessors "to pay tithe of mint, and anise, and cummin, and omit the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith." Should this unhappily, in any instance, be the case, the remedy will be attended with more fatal consequences than the evil it was designed to remove. This rock, which is always on the lee-shore, did not escape the notice of Mr. Sturtevant, and he cautions his readers against the disasters which it threatens. We hope in all cases that his warning voice will be heard; but if his admonitions had been more pointed, energetic, and decisive, more frequently presented to the eye, and raised to a greater prominence in his work, it would have derived an additional value from the acquisition.

A second danger, still more to be dreaded than the preceding, is, that the time and attention necessary to the full acquirement of these rules, may so engross the mind, as to paralyze its inclination to obtain an inti

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