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lighting up the calm eye with a gleam of 1 THE MAN THAT SLEEPS IN pleasure. The key turns in the lock, the
CHAPEL. bolt flies back, and the blind child enters. She can see nothing; all is dark to her
A minister of the “Kirk" in good old
Scotland once discovered his wife fallen within the narrow cell; but she knows
asleep in the midst of his homily on the very well where her father's arms are open, waiting to receive her. Her eyes
Sabbath. So, pausing in the steady and, are sightless, but the light of love shines
possibly, somewhat monotonous flow of his in her soul, and irradiates her patient,
oratory, he broke forth with this personal thoughtful countenance, as she hastens
address, sharp and clear, but very delibewith rapid step to her father's embrace.
rateHe presses her gently to his manly breast,
“ Susan !" and kissing her soft cheek, murmurs, " My
Susan opened her eyes and ears in a sweet heart." How tender and pure must
twinkling, as did all other dreamers in the have been the companionship of these two.
house, whether asleep or awake. How pleasantly pass the hours as they talk
“Susan, I dinna marry ye for your to each other, like children, for Bunyan in
wealth, sin' ye hae'd none! And I diona his ripest years retained the beautiful sim marry ye for your beauty, that the hail plicity of childhood. Doubtless he taught
congregation can see! And if ye hae no this dear one of the love of Christ, and
grace, I have made but a sair bargain !” knelt often upon the cold stone floor of his
Susan's slumbers were effectually broke prison-house, to pray with and for her.
up for that day. How lonely and anxious must have been
One feels sometimes inclined to send the days when she came not. Then we
sharp words or Psalm books, or some other
persuasive missiles, at the head of a chapel can imagine he would often rise from his work, and gazing througb the narrow win
sleeper, but is deterred by various condow, beneath which flowed the waters of
siderations. the Ouse, look longingly in the direction
We used to think when we began to of that humble cottage where dwelt those
preach, that we would defy anybody to go dearest to his heart. Then striving to
to sleep quietly under our pulpit addresses,
and made now and then some very doughty forget his care, we see him open his wellworn Bible, and draw from thence sweet
resolves “to keep folks awake if we had comfort and strength still to
to thunder and lighten for it.” But we
endure. Those prison hours were on the whole
have long since given that up. People very pleasant ones, as Bunyan himself tells
may become accustomed to thunder and us; and next to those spiritual joys which
lightning, as the Israelites did, lapsing into
idolatry at the base of Sinai when it rocked filled his soul, he was indebted for this to
under the foot of God. the constant occupation of body and mind to which he accustomed himself. He must
There are different kinds of sleepers in have been very busy, as the work he
“the great congregation.” There is one
1 man who settles himself deliberatels to the accomplished during those twelve years of imprisonment proves. Labouring at his
business, "like a day's work"-- putting tagged laces all day, and writing far into
himself, with malice aforethought, into the night, tracing the passage of his pil
posture, his head on its wonted support, grim through the lights and shadows-the
his shoulders gently inclined to the right joys and sorrows of his christian course.
or the left, and “the promises" under his Blessed labours! wherein was sown seed
elbow. This is a hardened case, given which shall bear fruit till time shall end,
over, joined to his idol, past cure. .
There is another man with whom we to the good of man and glory of God. Would that the Spirit that prompted and
always have a deep sympathy. He leads inspired those labours might rest with
amid his secular business an active life-a
life of incessant locomotion. He can't sit power upon every successive generation of pilgrims to Zion, warring through
down anywhere without feeling the reac
tion. He comes into chapel with a desire them against "the world, the flesh, and
to render wakeful worship-to give his the devil,” and finally, through the riches
most earnest atiention to the preached of grace, triumphing over erery foe.
truth. But when the sermon is fairly under way, and labours a little at the foundations of its argument, his drowsiness
under ere are congte
comes upon him like a strong man armed. He struggles against it with his best manhood. He rubs his eyes. He “blows”. his nose. He straightens up desperately. But his enemy is too strong for him. We cannot but be interested in his heroic though fruitless efforts. We are half mored to call out-"My dear fellow, it's of no use, you may as well give up to it for a little-fou have our full and free permission to bap it for eight minutes."
Well, that is about all he wants. He pouses again at the expiration of that time -looking so refreshed that we are really glad for him; and through the remainder of the discourse, nobody listens better.
And here and there we recognise one ØTercome with the soft potency, whom it a fare to see so subdued. And we chari. table understand that he lay awake with Sae toothache the night before, or watched of the couch of a restless child, or sat by the pillow of a sick friend. He has our consent to be dull, for a space, in his com
Something by variety of tone in the elocution of the preacher. Something by caution as to the length of the discourse, -by directness of address,-by a happy use of illustrations in what are likely to be the heavier parts of the discourse --by a soul-felt earnestneas in every part, -by the solemn presence of the Spirit, fervently invoked.
Something, too, the people might do. By care as to the exhausting labours of the day previous,--the hour of retiring on Saturday night,--the quality and quantity of the Sabbath dinner,-by cherishing a sense of common courtesy and good breeding.-by a diligently-sought spiritual frame of mind, by an awe-breathing consciousness of that Presence into which they have adventured, -- by a remembrance of the dread day of final account! .
There is no infallible specific against dullness, for preacher or people, but a heart earnest and intent upon the business that has gathered them in the sacred convocation, and so garrisoned by the presence and power of the Holy Ghost against every ipfiuence hostile to the highest spiritual improvement of the place and the hour!
LITTLE IDA'S CONSOLATION.
It is undeniably true, though, that whateverthe type of sleeping the preacher winces little under its rebuke. Is he somewhat
Almself? Has he failed to set forth le trath, whose ideal so moved him when
Degan to write, to the clear discernment and the quickened sensibilities of his er? By any personal default, has he his message of its interest and Must that occasion go for no
Worse, to any for whom he has thought and toiled? Are they getting
This voice and his method ? Is he responsible for that lost opportunity ?
l'he queries will make him a little Ways-spirited, perhaps ; perhaps, too, they
thing or worse, to
tired of his voice an
ought to affect him so.
silent a bush, and
Ida was a gentie, quiet child of four years. No shadow had passed over the bright horizon which surrounded her, and she knew not that this is a world of sorrow. Her mother's smile was her chief joy; and so confidingly did she look to that mother as the source of every comfort and pleasure, and the soother of every transient grief, that the sweet little one could have formed no idea of existence, if “mother" was gone, for ever gone. Alas, that the most bitter grief so often mingles in the cup of innocent, unsuspecting childhood! A dense and heavy cloud settled all around the pathway of little lda. It came not all at once; she saw it creeping on in those days when “mother” first became too sick to sit up the whole day, and she missed her all the long hours when she was lying down, when her cough became so violent that she could not speak to answer her questions,when she looked pale and thin, and smiled but faintly. The poor child observed these changes with a trembling dread, yet she knew not what she feared. But changes still sadder followed rapidly on. still sadder
wergyman whom we know, once
u in his discourse as he found his eace sinking from his grasp into too abush, and frankly said aloud-"My
hearers, I am afraid I do not interest on to-day.” And another resorted to et expedient. About midway in his
e he stopped suddenly, and gave a couple of stanzas to be sung by the
and then resumed and concluded Before a wide awake audience.
is difficult to know how to contend lost this intruder in the sanctuary. mething may be done by care as to the rature of the house. Something by adjustment of the light and shade,
another expedien discourse he stop
shoir, and then
temperature of th dekilful adjustin
sitting room where “mother's" chair stood by the fire-oh, it was vacant! that voice which was the life of her being was heard there no more. The cloud gathered closer round. “Mother” was seen but once in the long, loog day, and then in a darkened room, bolstered up in bed, toiling for breath, and, oh, how changed! It was her “dear mother;" but Ida shuddered when she kissed her. Yet one more change, and the little sufferer was enveloped in thick darkness. “Mother's" room was deserted and cold; no watchers were around her bed, no medicines beside it. That dear form lay stiff and motionless, the eyes sunken, the lips sealed. Ida kissed the marble cheek, and started back with horror. Her mind formed its first conception of the King of
Terrors at that moment, and, uttering the most distressing cries of grief and alarm, she fled from the room.
A few hours after this I saw Ida. She was then composed; and as I wished the dear child to partake, as far as her infant capacity would allow, of the consolations we enjoyed in the death of her pious mother, and to feel that even death and the grave are conquered foes through Him who is the resurrection and the life, I spoke to her tenderly of her mother in heaven, enjoying the society of the good, and with Jesus, whom she loved better than any earthly friend. But as soon as I mentioned her mother, she burst into a most violent
paroxysm of weeping and sobbing-80
And had she not found the true source of comfort ? Had not her infant mind taken hold on that which to the redeemed sinner must constitute the very acme of heavenly enjoyment ? Many, many times since, when beloved friends have been removed from earth, have I taken to my own heart the consolation of little Ida-indelibly im. pressed on my memory by her expressive countenance and sweet childish utterance - they have gone up to see Jesus !
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Lipe AND LETTERS OF CHRISTOPHER
attractive. The reader glides from one Anderson. By his Nephew, Hugh
scene of interest to another in Mr. AnderANDBRSON. London: Hamilton, Adams,
son's life with increasing pleasure, and his & Co.
sympathy is sustained to its close. We
have no laboured panegyric on the deNot a few great and good men have recently exchanged pulpits on earth for parted. These pages are only a medium thrones in heaven. Among these we find through which he “being dead yet speakthe name of CHRISTOPHER ANDERSON-a
eth.” They place us in his presence whose name embalmed amid the grateful recol gentlemanly bearing, ardent piety, affeclections of many a Scottish heart, and tionate spirit, fascinating conversation, and “ familiar as a household word” even in
telling discourses, have frequently instructed numerous English circles. Our estimate
and delighted us. He was emphatically a of the minister of Charlotte Chapel, Edin
LABOURER, the fathers and founders of the burgh, was always high, but our admira Baptist Mission, the advocates of education tion and love have been heightened by the
and christianity in the Highlands of Scotperusal of this volume. Its selection of land, the friends of the best interests of materials is judicirus, its arrangement “the Emerald Isle,” all bearing witness. happy, and its quiet literary beauty very! Here letters from the pens of Fuller, Ryland, Sutcliff, Sir John Sinclair, Char. 1 it left to each his natural turn of mind as lotte Elizabeth, and other distinguished modified by his education and circumpersonages, appear for the first time, stances, and even his tastes and predilecand are very interesting as proofs of the tions seem to have been untouched. It various labours of love in which Mr. pervaded them all with the supernaturally Anderson engaged. The record, too, of boly spirit of their Master, and according his physical and literary toils, in pre to his promise, guided them intellectually paring for publication his elaborate and
into all truth. standard work, "The Annals of the The blessing which this arrangement of English Bible,” furnishes a treat to every
inpite wisdom has been to believers is lover of "the Book Divine.” In the incalculable. The New Testament writers pulpit Mr. Anderson pre-eminently shone, were men comprising all the leading varieand "many rejoiced in his light.” In
ties of the human mind, and hence every his best days, we find that “during the
man has found the One Lord presented to sittings of the General Assembly of the hiin by some inspired writer of kindred Church of Scotland, and of the Synod of
mind with himself. Nor is it any failing, what is now called the United Presbyterian as some have erroneously described it, that Church, many of the members of those some one or two books of the sacred Scripbodies attended on the Lord's-day evenings
tures shouid be our special favourites. Our Several of the Episcopalian clergymen, resi
heavenly Father intended it should be so. dent in the city, were frequent hearers,
Each of the earthen vessels is filled with while Evangelical clergymen, from England
heavenly treasure, and so that we do but or Ireland, visiting Edinburgh, were almost
find the treasure at all, we are truly rich. sure to be found, at least once, in Charlotte
The only thing desirable to guard against Chapel.” And how interesting is the fact,
in relation to this subject, is one-sided inthat "several clergymen, both of the
terpretation. The views of all the writers English and Scotch Establishments, and
themselves are in perfect harmony, though some now ministers in other communions,
all of them diverse. have owned Mr. Anderson as the instru Mr. Jukes thus classifies the views of our ment, in the hands of God, of first leading Lord presented in the four gospels :-“ St. them to the truth!”
Matthew, or the Son of Abraham ; St. We must thank the author for the man Mark, or the Servant of God; St. Luke, ner in which he has discharged his duty in or the Son of Adam ; St. John, or the Son this worthy labour of love. His relation of God.” Matthew and Luke have from ship as a nephew does not interfere with primitive times been regarded as writing his fidelity as a biographer. The work for the Jews and Gentiles respectively, will have an extensive circulation, and this Mark has been chiefly noted for his graphic it deserves.
fulness of details of fact ; and regarded as
Peter's attendant and gospel writer, as THE CHARACTERISTIC DIFFERENCES OF
Luke was Paul's. John's character has THE FOUR GOSPELS. BY ANDREW JUKES. always been the same; he is “ The London: James Nisbit & Co.
Divine;" the contemplative theologian ; The cardinal idea of this little book, that speaking classically, he is the Plato to the "the Gospels are four views of Christ,” three preceding Xenophons. is one which has been recognized by most The devout reader will find much to inteattentive students of them. It has been rest him in many of Mr. Jukes's remarks. carried further, indeed, and a German Two things Mr. Jukes will hardly expect divine, and one not a sceptic either, will us to approve, or at least to concur with, speak as a matter of course of the Christ his fancies (as we must regard them) about of Paul, and the Christ of Peter or James, the cherubim and living creatures in the as well as the Christ of Joho or of Matthew. Revelation; and, generally, his ingenuities It cannot be doubted that this view is es in turning all kinds of Old Testament facts sentially correct, and that each of the in into types. And, secondly, his continual spired writers presents our Lord and his appeal to some deeper mystic perception of religion to us in a somewhat different light. divine things enjoyed by himself and a Whatever the nature of inspiration, it in
favoured few. We never saw this done, inno way interfered with the natural facul. deed, with more evident humility and goodties of the authors of the New Testament; I feeling towards fellow-ch
feeling towards fellow-christians" without."
Still the habit is a pernicious one. It tends to on which it treats is one of great interest, excite undesirable feelings in many honest but, confessedly, of no small difficulty. and intelligent readers, and it is very likely, Ignorance of sound principles of interpreif cherished, to injure the person who tation of the symbolic language of Scripture indulges it. If an apostle tells us we can has produced many errors in otherwise only digest milk as yet, we humbly believe valuable writers, and given birth to many him ; but it is rather too much for the wild and untenable theories of prophetic sincerest uninspired brother to 'use similar truth. Mr. Mills has brought to his task language. A notice of the book in the last a cultivated mind, a calm and matured Westminster Review (though a kind one), judgment; and the result is, a volume which will give Mr. Jukes an idea of its mischiev will supply every intelligent student with ous effect in other quarters. Much of the the most valuable hints for his investigation last chapter, “The Common Testimony," of these important portions of the Divine is calculated to be very profitable. With Word. We heartily commend it to the slight alterations, it would make a most notice of our readers. useful “ Tract for the Times," for the pro
Tue LAMP or Love, for 1853. Edited by fessing world.
the Rev. C. H. BATEMAN. London: THE FOUNTAIN OF LIVING WATERS, ILLUS Ward and Co.
TRATED BY FACTS IN THE LIFE OF A . One of the most charming periodicals LAYMAN. Pp. 151. London: Religious for young folks that has ever met our eye. Tract Society.
Full of lessons of love and goodness too. A very interesting reprint, apparently Mr. Bateman was already well known as a from an American work. The author
friend of the young: we are sure this little “had long been familiar with 'The Anxious
work will make him an universal favourite. Enquirer,' • The Path of Peace,' and other
The HEAVENLY GOLD REGIONS: A SERMON. works of that kind - works which have
By the Rev. EDWARD White. London: been iostrumental in leading multitudes to
J. Paul. the feet of the Saviour: but it seemed to him there was yet wanting something
A thoughtful and impressive discoursewhich, while it pointed to the path of life,
with an originality that would be sure to might, by the manner in which the truth
interest both hearers and readers--on Rev. was presented, attract the young and
xxi. 21, “ The street of the city was pure thoughtless, and lead them to stop and
gold.” consider.” We think the work well adapt The ResurrECTION OF THE DEAD: A SERed to this important object ; and should MON AT THE INTERMENT OF MRS. CANThope much from its being put into the Low. By J. RICHARDSON. hands of the young and thoughtful. It
Plain, simple, and scriptural. The great would be sure to be read for its intrinsic
doctrine on which it treats is placed in a interest.
clear light, and its consolatory influences SACRED SYMBOLOGY, &c. By J. Mills.
are unfolded. It reflects great credit upon London: R. Theobold.
the author, and will be read with pleasure We regard this volume as a valuable con by friends of the estimable person whose tribution to Biblical Science. The subject | removal to her rest it commemorates.
A Page for the Young.
ADALINE GREEN, THE PRAYING every one thought him very interestirg; for GIRL.
Joseph was beautiful, he bad large deep CHAPTER II.
looking eyes, a high white forehead, with
clustering curls and very soft pretty fea1 suppose my young readers have come to the conclusion, from my last chapter,
tures. “Whose child is that ?” people that Joseph was a very disagreeable boy.
would ask as they met him in the street. They are mistaken. No little boy could
When visitors came to the house they took smile more pleasantly than he could, and I great notice of the smiling boy, and thought