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The Tabernacle, or Easter Sunday with the Rev. C. H. Spurgeon, by a chance Visitor. Price 3d. William H. Clark, 49, Newington Butts.

THE author of this tract is well known in the literary world; he here gives a short account of what he saw and heard at the Tabernacle. The subject is not new to us, and we have not much to say upon it, but the author writes with the kindest feelings.

Memorials of the Rev. Francis A. West, being a Selection from his Sermons and Lectures, with a Memorial Sketch by one of his Sons, and Personal Recollections by Rev. B. Gregory. Wesleyan Book Room, 66, Paternoster Row.

THE memorial of one who was a Methodist minister, the son of a Methodist minister, and a native of that wonderful town of Kettering where the birth of a great divine is an every-day occurrence. The life is well and succinctly written: Mr. Gregory's critique is judicious, and the sermons are admirable Methodist discourses. Francis A. West was no mean man, no shallow declaimer, no mere professor; his experience was of the kind which breeds Calvinists, that is to say deep-thinking believers; it helped to make him the great-hearted Christian which we are sure he was. The following paragraphs are a portrait of the man, and give us a glimpse into his inner life :

"In short, he was a manly man. Simple, direct, modest, but courageous and independent; true to the very core, far more strict and severe towards himself than towards others; such he appeared to us, before whom he went out and came in, who saw him under all the many aspects of his character, and under continual changes of circumstance; who always respected him, often admired him, and have loved him truly all our lives. His piety was of the same robust type. The reverse of sentimental or emotional, it was deepseated and truly practical. His own

words are: 'I bless God that he has given my mind a natural tendency to lean on principles; and though I have to grope and grapple in great darkness and with much toil till I reach them,

yet afterwards I have great_repose—a blessed sense of security. It seems as if an impregnable wall was thrown around me. My heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord.' This was written when a young man, but it was true of him all through life. To this anchorage he clung more closely as his powers failed. His views of himself became more and more humbled towards the close of life. On one occasion, after an unusual silence, and in evident depression of mind, he said to a friend, with tears in his eyes, I dread the judgment; adding, 'I have had lately such views of my own heart that I tremble to open it to the eye of God. But,' said he, looking up, and smiling through his tears, ‘I have a Divine Saviour.

"As showing his settled frame of mind, while conscious of the rapid approach of death, the following document may be quoted. It was written after disease had made serious inroads on his constitution, and when both body and mind were much shaken. Yet it will be observed that there is not the shadow of doubt or hesitancy in its

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"I do hereby solemnly give my immortal soul wholly into the hands of my precious Saviour, who, by his voluntary humiliation in my nature, did graciously undertake to redeem it, by suffering (in its room and stead) the just and deserved penalty of the righteous law; dying for my sins, the Just for the unjust. And, in token of his having perfectly satisfied the law, he rose again from the dead, and ascended to the right hand of God, pleading the merit of his death on my behalf. On that death do I ever rely, both now and in the last day. This is my exclusive plea. Into his hands, with simple trust and hope, assured of his faithful promise, I cast my guilty soul, having no other hope, and yet having no fear or doubt. To his love I am indebted for all my enjoyment and all my hopes. To him I ascribe all merit and all grace. I have nothing, I am nothing. I gladly ascribe all to Christ. In the matter of my salvation he is all in all, eternal life. To him I give the glory of my salvation, and that he has kept me in the measure of his grace for so long a time. To me he has committed his Gospel to preach

to others, often with his conscious approval and blessing; oftener had I been more diligent and faithful. The Lord pardon my sins in this solemn respect.' "These were almost his last written words. Let them be the last-mentioned here. The Saviour's name, and the Saviour's praise, and the sinner's plea, will most fitly close this record of a devoted life."

We find in a foot note a list of weeknight lectures delivered by Mr. West to Sunday-school teachers; it is so suggestive that we subjoin it for the use of any brethren who may be running dry. Subjects for lectures. . to the Sunday-school teachers in the Liverpool South Circuit, designed to prepare for school lessons on the following Sabbath.

Jan. 7. A great cure brings many patients. Matt. viii. 2-4; Mark i. 40 to the end; Luke v. 12-15.

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Matt. ix. 2-8; Mark ii. 1-12;
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Troubled waters, healing waters. John
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Taking another's, not always stealing.
Matt. xii. 1-8; Mark ii. 23.
Two hands unlike made alike.

Matt. xii. 9-13; Mark iii. 1-5; Luke vi. 6-10.

,, 12. Great doings with little noise. Matt. xii. 15-21; Mark iii. 7-12.

19. The Heathen for once greater than the Jew. Matt. viii. 5-13; Luke vii. 1-10.

26. The only son of his mother. Luke vii. 11-18.

Mar. 5.-The Servant in prison, and the Master at large. Matt. xi. 2-15; Luke vii. 18-30.

,, 12. Very sinful, very penitent, very happy. Luke vii. 36, to the end.

,, 19. A great fact and a great puzzle. Matt. xii. 22-45; Mark iii. 19-30; Luke xi. 14-28.

26. A figurative sermon and a literal application. Matt. xiii. 1-9; Mark iv. 1-9; Luke viii. 4—8. Apr. 2. Many illustrations of one subject. Matt. xiii. 24-53; Mark iv. 26-34. 9. A great storm and little danger. Matt. viii. 18-27; Mark iv. 35, to the end; Luke viii. 22-25.

,, 16. One man possessed and many swine lost. Matt. viii. 28, to the end; Mark v. 1-20; Luke viii. 26-39. 23. The Master dines with the servant. Matt. ix. 10-17; Mark ii. 15–22; Luke v. 29, to the end.

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30. The dying live, and the living are healed. Matt. ix. 18-26; Mark v. 21, to the end; Luke viii. 40, to the end.

May 7. The blind see and the dumb speak. Matt. ix. 27-34.

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Twelve preachers ordained at once. Matt. x.; Mark vi. 7-13; Luke ix. 1-6.

28. The life of the greatest Prophet a prey to a dancing girl. Matt. xiv. 1-12; Mark vi. 14-29; Luke ix. 7-9. June 4. Little for many, yet plenty to spare. Matt. xiv. 15-21; Mark vi. 35—44; Luke ix. 12-17: John vi. 3-15. 11. Firm waters to firm hearts. Matt. xiv. 24-33; Mark vi. 47-53; John vi. 16-21.

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Present Issues. By Rev. ROBERT W. MEMMENGER. Hodder and Stoughton, 27, Paternoster Row.

THE work of an American clergyman, who evidently sighs after the union between church and state, which blights so terribly the Christian unity and purity of this land. He says, "Some specific church organisation must, in the end, hold supreme power." True, we say, the truth will prevail; and the one church will be composed of immersed believers. As to this federation of churches which he advocates, a "Christian republic" made up of states of different denominations moulded into one, and united to the state, we exclaim "Save us from it!" If our brother had any experience of the bondage and injustice of such an arrangement as must follow if you bow your neck to any human yoke, he would flee, as from a plague, from the arrangement which Whohe so strenuously advocates.

ever may confederate, our Baptist brethren in America will be strangely different men to what we hold them to be, before they could be harnessed to any such state car as the author would have the American churches drag forward. The book is worth reading for the insight it gives as to the religious life of an Episcopal church in America. We agree with but few of its views, and miss with sadness the Bible element alike in word and spirit. There is no savour of the pure gospel in the book, and the opinions enunciated as to "man's will" and power are as opposed to what we deem the scriptural ones as light is to darkness.

Sermons to Children, preached in Christ Church, Brighton. By the Rev. JAMES VAUGHAN. Containing numerous Anecdotes and Stories. Dickinson and Higham.

BATING the references to infant baptism, which are doubly absurd when mixed up with so much clear gospel teaching, we are greatly pleased with these sermons. They are less stilted and artificial than the excellent addresses of our late venerable friend Dr. Alexander Fletcher, but have all his vivacity and winning power. We have sent a copy to our Sabbathschool, and superintendents cannot do better than follow our example. The book is in the fifth edition, and well deserves to be. The following story will serve as an illustration of Mr. Vaughan's style when preaching to children :

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I will tell you now about God's redeeming a little girl in another way. Her name was Alvi, but she was always called Allie. She was three years old, and one day little Allie jumped upon her father's knees, and said, "Pa, when's spring?" Her papa stroked her little curly head, and patted her on her cheeks, and she looked up, and smiled, and said, "I fat as butter." She said again, "I loves my pa, I does; I loves my pa." And her papa loved her very much. She said, "When's spring, pa?" The father said, "Why do you want to know when spring is? Do you want to see the pretty flowers, and hear the birds sing, and play in the sunshine?" She said, "No, pa; me go to church in spring." "Do you wish to go to church, Allie ?" 66 Very much, pa." "Why, Allie?" "God there! God there!" "And do you love God, Allie ?” “Oh, so much, papa, so much!" "Well, my dear," papa said to little Allie, "tomorrow is spring-spring will be tomorrow." And little Allie jumped

down from her father's knees, saying, "To-morrow! to-morrow!" And she went about the house singing, "Allie is so happy! to-morrow, to-morrow, to morrow. Allie is so happy!" That night Allie was very tired; she wanted to go to bed an hour before her proper time. During the night, she fell into a burning fever, and they sent for a doc

tor. When he came he shook his head, and said, "Too late! too late! Nothing can be done." They sent for four doctors, and all said, "Too late! too late!" And when the morning came little Allie was dead-she was gone to heaven. Her mamma stood and looked at her, and thought of what she had said the day before "To-morrow, to-morrow, Allie; so happy to-morrow!" and she wiped away her tears at the thought. So God "redeemed" little Allie !

The Human Mind. A System of Mental Philosophy for the General Reader. By JAMES G. MURPHY, LL.D. William Mullan, Belfast.

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MENTAL Philosophy needs to be clear as well as deep to be suited to our taste. We think it well at times to examine how we think, and reason, and feel, if it were only to be reminded how little we know of ourselves; and when our metaphysical writers have agreed upon some one arrangement of the powers the human mind, and upon the several laws of its operations, we shall be much more disposed to receive instruction from them. The book before us is not so much a consecutive treatise upon the subject as an explanation of the whole of the varied terms which are usually employed in connection with it. The work is pervaded by a healthy tone of morals and a becoming reve rence for revealed truth, and we hope, therefore, that it will fully accomplish the author's design.

Hotes.

ON Saturday, Aug. 16, the secretary of the Orphanage reported to us that all bills were paid, but upon balancing the account he found only £40 left upon the current account. Now, as we need £100 every

week, this was by no means gratifying tidings. Our brook Cherith is certainly running rather low, and threatens to dry up; but the Lord of the waterfloods is the God of our Orphanage, and at his

bidding the brook will overflow its banks in an incredibly short time; we are therefore under no concern. At the same time, it is our duty to report our condition to our friends. The seaside months are always the worst for all our funds, for while they are taking rest away from home the most thoughtful are apt to forget the demands of charity; we would therefore suggest to our readers that, whether they are at home, or on the sands, or among the heather, they should say to themselves, "There is Spurgeon with more than two hundred orphans around him, and his stock is running short; I must aid him, for he has quite enough to do to manage so many institutions, without having to look out for funds."

Our friend John Ploughman requests us to give notice that he is preparing his Penny Sheet Almanack, and hopes to have the patronage of our readers. We decline to say much by way of recommendation, for we know Mr. Ploughman too well to praise him; but we hope our readers will examine his Almanack for themselves.

The Interpreter has now reached its ninth part, and we thank those friends who have encouraged us by their high encomiums. We are doing our best, and are glad that our work is valued by those for whom it is intended. We wish their number had been greater.

The Jubilee Singers had a grand reception at the Tabernacle, every inch of available space being occupied, and hundreds being turned away from the doors for want of room. The melodies which in the bad old times were the favourites of the poor slave were rendered by our emancipated friends in a manner altogether unique; we have never heard anything like it; it was pure nature untrammeled by rule, pouring forth its notes as freely as the wild birds in spring. The people were charmed. Our intercourse with the choir was a very pleasant one: we were struck with their simple, earnest, child-like piety. They are travelling for a noble object, they deserve the help of all Christian men, and wherever they go we hope they will obtain a hearty welcome. They cleared about £220 for their University buildings by their one effort at the Tabernacle.

The students of the college have reassembled, and are all happily labouring at their studies. Our venerable tutor, Mr. George Rogers, celebrated his golden wedding, Aug. 28, amid the hearty love of us all. Few such men are to be found. Patriarchal in age, but juvenile in spirit, full of wisdom and free to dispense it, living to do good, and doing it abundantly.

Under God's blessing this eminent man has been the cornerstone of our College from its commencement, and at an advanced age remains so, being blessed with unabated energy, and enjoying the unbounded esteem and love of us all. We know of no better living specimen of the old-fashioned Nonconformist; he is essentially Puritanic, both in theology and spirit; and, though an Independent, he no more resembles a modern Congregationalist than cheese resembles chalk. It was a happy circumstance which brought him under our eye, a still happier providence has continued his life and vigour to this time, and the happiest fact of all is that he and his excellent wife are both among us in peace. At the time we write we hear that the young men of the College are getting up a presentation, which will have been made before this month's magazine is in our readers' hands. All honour to our vener able friend.

Messrs. Brass have obtained the contract for our new College buildings, at the estimate of £9,200; the land will cost £1,200 more; and after allowing for fittings, purchase of library, architect, extras, and so on, we have need of about £5,000, or rather less. For this we are asking in that quarter which has never failed us, and never will. The silver and the gold are mine," saith the Lord of hosts. The house is purely for the service of God, in the training of young ministers, and we feel sure that he will provide for his own household. He will issue his royal orders to certain of his stewards, and they will hand out the precious metal from the treasury.

On the 21st of August the boys of the Orphanage had a treat at our friend Mr. Priest's farm, Lower Morden. This faithful lover of the orphans received the children; friends from Melton Mowbray supplied the pies (alas, our beloved helper, Mr. Tebbut, has gone home), and Mr. Dougharty carried all the party in his vans. All these friends deserve our warmest gratitude, and we hereby render them our best thanks.

Mr. Dobson, of our College, has settled over the Baptist church at Deal. We hope that our friends who visit that quiet watering-place will encourage him.

Having lately visited Eastbourne, we are pleased at the healthy appearance of the work in the Iron Chapel, under Mr. Babbington. The friends will have uphill work for a while, but the town is growing, and when the debt is somewhat reduced the church will be in prosperous circumstances. How we wish that persons

with means who visit this delightful town would aid the struggling church. The same remark may be made in reference to Ventnor, where a chapel is most pressingly needed by the friends who have gathered around Mr. Wilkinson.

Mr. Marsden, of our College, will settle at Mansfield. Mr. Buckingham has removed from Belfast to Bannoxtown. Mr. Ward, of Rye, has sailed for America.

We are expecting a visit from our friend Mr. McKinney, who has settled in the United States.

Mr. Groombridge has written us a most encouraging letter from Chin-Kiang; we trust that he may have many years of successful labour among the Chinese.

Mr. Rolls has had a hearty recognition at Bushey, at which Mr. Rogers presided, and the other tutors, and Mr. Medhurst assisted. We look for great results at Bushey from Mr. Rolls's earnest work.

Our venerable friend, Mr. Cornelius Elven, of Bury St. Edmunds, has closed his long and useful life. He had completed

an honourable ministry of fifty years in his native town, and passed away amid the respectful regrets of all the inhabitants and the deep affection of his church. He was a man of large and loving heart, with a vivacious mind and interesting manner of utterance. He was our friend in our youth, and preached for us in London in after days. He used with a merry laugh to tell the story of a lady who came to hear us at New Park Street, but putting her head inside the door, and seeing the vast form of Cornelius Elven, she retreated, exclaiming, “No, no, the man has too much of the flesh about him, I cannot hear him." Peace to his memory. We weave no fading wreath for his tomb, but we catch the gleaming of that immortal crown which the Master has placed upon his brow. He was a good man, full of faith and of the Holy Ghost.

Baptisms at Metropolitan Tabernacle by Mr J. T. Wigner: July 21st, ten; by Mr. J. A. Spurgeon:-July 28th, ten; July 31st, twenty-seven.

Pastors' College, Metropolitan Tabernacle.

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