first chapter of Genesis, the words, "Let us make man in our image," contain, as in its germ, the doctrine of a trinity of persons in the Godhead;-in like manner, in the third chapter, the whole scheme of redemption by a woman-born Saviour is wrapped up, as the oak in the acorn, in the prophecy, "The seed of the woman shall bruise the head of the serpent ;"-while, no farther on than the fifth chapter, this brief account of Enoch-" Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him,"-presents us with an outline of almost all that the Scriptures reveal concerning the spiritual experience and eternal destiny of the godly. The subsequent books revert to these subjects only to develop them more fully. The views given of the Divine character and of the way of salvation are identical from Genesis to the Apocalypse; and the sole difference is, that the subject enlarges as the revelation proceeds-each fresh exhibition being an expanded picture of what preceded, and a mute prophecy of what is to follow.

Such a method of progressive evolution has no parallel in human compositions,-nay, no parallel in human handiworks of whatever sort. Its only parallel is to be found in the works of Nature. How do plants attain their size? Is it not by an expansion of the parts, rather than by an addition to them? How do animals increase in bulk? In a way precisely similar. Every animal is the same and complete in all its parts from the first-the majestic oak is but the acorn expanded—the lion is but a development of what existed in the lionet. Can any two things be liker each other than the methods of progressive development thus pursued in the Scriptures and in the natural world? Is such a marked resemblance accidental? Is it not rather a presumption that Nature and Scripture are but different productions of one and the same forecasting Mind?

RHETORICAL EXTRACTS.

Against the employment of Indians in the American War. -WHO is the man that, in addition to the disgrace and

mischiefs of the war, has dared to authorize and associate to our arms the tomahawk and the scalping-knife of the savageto delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed rights, and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war against our brethren? My Lords, these enormities cry aloud for redress and punishment. But, my Lords, this barbarous measure has been defended, not only on the principles of policy and necessity, but also on those of morality; "for it is perfectly allowable," says Lord Suffolk, "to use all the means that God and nature have put into our hands." I am astonished, I am shocked, to hear such principles confessed-to hear them avowed in this House, or in this country. "That God and nature have put into our hands!" What!

to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacres of the Indian scalping-knife! to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking the blood of his mangled victims! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of honour. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. I call upon that right reverend, and this most learned bench, to vindicate the religion of their God, to support the justice of their country. I call upon the Bishops to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn-upon the Judges to interpose the purity of their ermine-to save us from this pollution. I call upon the honour of your lordships to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the Constitution! My Lords, I am old and weak, and at present unable to say more; but my feelings and indignation were too strong to have said less. I could not have slept this night in my bed, nor even have reposed my head upon my pillow, without giving vent to my eternal abhorrence of such principles. LORD CHATHAM.

British Freedom. - Liberty is commensurate with and inseparable from British soil. British law proclaims even to the stranger and the sojourner, the moment he sets his

foot upon British earth, that the ground on which he treads is holy, and consecrated by the genius of Universal Emancipation! No matter in what language his doom may have been pronounced-no matter what complexion incompatible with freedom an Indian or an African sun may have burnt upon him—no matter in what disastrous battle his liberty may have been cloven down-no matter with what solemnities he may have been devoted upon the altar of slavery— the first moment he touches the sacred soil of Britain, the altar and the god sink together in the dust; his soul walks abroad in her own majesty; his body swells beyond the measure of his chains, that burst from around him; and he stands redeemed, regenerated, and disenthralled, by the irresistible genius of Universal Emancipation! CURRAN.

Marie Antoinette.-It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in,-glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy. Oh! what a revolution! and what a heart must I have to contemplate, without emotion, that elevation and that fall! Little did I dream, when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love, that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace, concealed in that bosom; little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,-in a nation of men of honour and cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever. Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. The unbought grace of life, the cheap

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defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone! It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which inspired courage whilst it mitigated ferocity, which ennobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness. Burke.

Law Reform.-The course is clear before us; the race is glorious to run. You have the power of sending your name down through all times, illustrated by deeds of higher fame, and more useful import, than ever were done within these walls. You saw the greatest warrior of the age-conqueror of Italy, humbler of Germany, terror of the North-saw him account all his matchless victories poor compared with the triumph you are now in a condition to win-saw him contemn the fickleness of Fortune, while, in despite of her, he could pronounce his memorable boast, "I shall go down to posterity with the Code in my hand!" You have vanquished him in the field, strive now to rival him in the sacred arts of peace! Outstrip him as a lawgiver, whom in arms you overcame! The lustre of the Regency will be eclipsed by the more solid and enduring splendour of the Reign. The praise which false courtiers feigned for our Edwards and Harrys, the Justinians of their day, will be the just tribute of the wise and the good to that monarch under whose sway so mighty an undertaking shall be accomplished. Of a truth, the holders of sceptres are most chiefly to be envied, for that they bestow the power of thus conquering, and ruling thus. It was the boast of Augustus, that he found Rome of brick, and left it of marble,-a praise not unworthy of a great prince, and to which the present reign also has its claims. But how much nobler will be the Sovereign's boast, when he shall have it to say, that he found law dear, and left it cheap; found it a sealed book, left it a living letter; found it the patrimony of the rich, left it the inheritance of the poor; found it the two-edged sword of craft and oppression, left it the staff of honesty and the shield of innocence ! BROUGHAM.

Death of Nelson.-The death of Nelson was felt in England as something more than a public calamity; men started at the intelligence, and turned pale, as if they had heard of the loss of a dear friend. An object of our admiration and affection, of our pride and of our hopes, was suddenly taken from us; and it seemed as if we had never till then known how deeply we loved and reverenced him. What the country had lost in its great naval hero-the greatest of our own and of all former times-was scarcely taken into the account of grief. So perfectly, indeed, had he performed his part, that the maritime war, after the battle of Trafalgar, was considered at an end. The fleets of the enemy were not merely defeated, but destroyed; new navies must be built, and a new race of seamen reared for them, before the possibility of their invading our shores could again be contemplated. It was not, therefore, from any selfish reflection upon the magnitude of our loss that we mourned for him: the general sorrow was of a higher character. The people of England grieved that funeral ceremonies, and public monuments, and posthumous rewards, were all which they could now bestow upon him whom the king, the legislature, and the nation would have alike delighted to honour; whom every tongue would have blessed; whose presence, in every village through which he might have passed, would have wakened the church-bells, have given schoolboys a holiday, have drawn children from their sports to gaze upon him, and old men from the chimney-corner to look upon Nelson ere they died. . . . There was reason to suppose, from the appearances upon opening his body, that, in the course of nature, he might have attained, like his father, to a good old age. Yet he cannot be said to have fallen prematurely, whose work was done; nor ought he to be lamented, who died so full of honours, and at the height of human fame. The most triumphant death is that of the martyr; the most awful, that of the martyred patriot; the most splendid, that of the hero in the hour of victory;-and if the chariot and the horses of fire had been vouchsafed for Nelson's translation, he could scarcely have departed in a brighter blaze of glory. He has left us, not indeed his mantle of inspiration, but a name and