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tion, &c.—is changing everywhere, bridges, to bear the coal for my the condition of man, and ele- winter fire; nay, I have protectvating the human character in all ing fleets and armies around my ranks of society. In remote times happy country, to secure my enthe inhabitants of the earth were joyments and repose. Then, I have generally divided into small states editors and printers, who daily or societies, which had few rela- send me an account of what is tions of anity among themselves, going on throughout the world, and whose thoughts and interests among all these people that serve were confined very much within me. And in a corner of my house, their own little territories and I have BOOKS ! the miracle of all rude habits. In succeeding ages, my possessions, more wonderful men found themselves belonging than the wishing-cap of the Arato larger communities, as when the bian tales; for they transport me English heptarchy was united ; instantly, not only to all places, but still distant kingdoms and but to all times. By my books, I quarters of the world were of can conjure up before me, to vivid no interest to them, and were existence, all the great and good often totally unknown. Now, how- men of antiquity; and for my inever, every one feels that he is a dividual satisfaction, I can make member of one vast civilized them act over again the most resociety, which covers the face of nowned of their exploits: the the earth; and no part of the orators declaim for me; the hisearth is indifferent to him. In torians recite; the poets sing ; England, for instance, a man of and from the equator to the pole, small fortune may cast his looks or from the beginning of time around him, and say with truth until now, by my books, I can be and exultation, “I am lodged in a where I please.”—This picture is house that affords me conveniences not overcharged, and might be and comforts which, some cen- much extended; such being God's turies ago, even a king could not goodness and providence, that command. Ships are crossing the

each individual of the civilized seas in every direction, to bring

millions that cover the earth, may me what is useful to me from all have nearly the same enjoyments parts of the earth. In China, men as if he were the single lord of are gathering the tea leaf for me;

Dr. Arnott. in America, they are planting cotton for me; In the West India islands, they are preparing my Yes, friends, not our logical sugar and my coffee; in Italy, mensurative faculty, but, our imthey are feeding silk-worms for aginative one, is king over us ;me; in Saxony, they are shearing I might say, priest and prophet the sheep to make me clothing; to lead us heavenward, or magiat home, powerful steam-engines cian and wizard to lead us hell. are spinning and weaving for me, ward. Nay, even for the basest and making cutlery for me, and sensualist, What is sense but the pumping the mines, that minerals implement of fantasy, the vessel useful to me may be procured. it drinks out of ? Ever in the

Although my patrimony was dullest existence there is a sheen small, I have post-coaches run- either of inspiration or of madning day and night on all the ness (thou partly hast it in thy roads to carry my correspondence; choice, which of the two) that I have roads, and canals, and gleams in from the circumambient



Eternity, and colors with its own when Kaiser Joseph" pocketed hues our little islet of time. The their iron crown; an implement, understanding is indeed thy won- as was sagaciously observed, in der, so clear thou canst not make size and commercial value little it ; but fantasy is thy eye, with differing from a horse shoe? It is its color-giving retina, healthy or in a thorough symbol that man, diseased. Have not I myself consciously or unconsciously lives, known five hundred living soldiers works, and has his being; those sabred into crow's meat for a piece ages, moreover, are accounted the of glazed cotton, which they call noblest which can the best recog their flag; which had you sold it nize symbolic worth, and prize it at any market cross, would not the highest. For is not a symbol have brought above three gros- ever to him who has eyes for it, chen? Did not the whole Hun- some dimmer or clearer revelation garian nation rise like some of the God-like ? tumultuous moon-stirred Atlantic,


Literary Notices.

[We hold it to be the duty of an Editor either to give an early notice of the books sent to him for remark, or to return them at once to the Publisher. It is unjust to praise worthless books; it is robbery to retain unnoticed ones.]


In every work regard the author's end,
Since none can compass more than they intend.



By JAMES H. WILSON. Judd and Glass. PEDEN the Prophet is an historical novel of some interest, but no great skill. A graver charge is that it is one-sided in spirit. A reader otherwise uninformed would receive the impression, that, during the religious commotions in Scotland, with which the scenes of the tale are connected, the virtue was almost on one side. This, however, would be a false idea. Doubtless, there was amongst the Covenanters an ennobling enthusiasm, but there were also great ignorance, superstition, uncharitableness. The Episcopalians had their faults-we are not about undertaking their advocacy--but neither is James Sharpe, Archbishop of St. Andrew's, a fair representative of the party, nor was he the devil as painted by this author. Besides, it should be remembered, that the final triumph of Presbyterianism

in Scotland was not altogether the direct result of its own strength or popularity, but was due quite as much to the conscientiousness—whether mistaken or not, is not the question-of the Nonjurors. If the descendants of these choose so to occupy themselves, an historical novel concerning the persecutions of the Scotch Episcopalians might be produced as favorable to them as this to the Covenanters, and with truth and justice on its side. There is in the last chapter a good deal of declamatory common-place about the Pope. The author lacks the dramatic faculty; he cannot transmigrate himself into the souls of others, think their thoughts, and burn with their passions. Dull sermons are bad enough, but dull tales must, with their leaden weight, sink oblivion-ward.

Iona is a compendium of the earlier history of Christianity in Scotland, characterized, we think, by a spirit of sober Protestantism, faithful presentation of facts, and fair literary execution.


Blackie and Son, Warwick Square. The twofold object of this volume, says the author, is sufficiently indicated by its title. The author has used his best endeavors to ascertain, in every instance, the true meaning of the text ; and to show forth the grounds on which he has ventured, in any case, to differ from the generally received interpretation. The work is worthy of the learned and thoughtful author, and will be instructive to the Christian reader.

INDIA : ITS NATIVES AND MISSIONS. By the Rev. GEORGE TREVOR, M.A., Canon of York. Religious Tract Society. Much information is here comprest within a small compass. Details are given respecting varieties of race, history and religions; and particular prominence is given to the subject of Christianity in India, from the settlement of that curious body, the Indian Syrian Church, down to the various Protestant Missions. Of the importance of these topics, independently of fitful popular interest, there can be no question. It is the duty of every Englishman to familiarize himself and his children with such knowledge as this book imparts.—THE COMING OF CHRIST IN HIS GLORY. By THOMAS COLEMAN. Judd and Glass. That Christ “shall come from heaven to judge the quick and the dead," has been in all ages an article of the Catholic faith. But, from the days of Justin downward, there have been some, who, without on that accoant incurring the charge of heresy, have widely differed from the majority of their fellow-christians as to the circumstances of the Second Coming. Like this writer, in their expectations we do not share; thinking them inconsistent with the results of trust

worthy Biblical interpretation, and with a profound appreciation of the essence and power of Christian truth. Agreement with the sentiments of the book is then one ground of our satisfaction with it ; another, the ability and sober devoutness with which those sentiments are set forth from Holy Scripture.—The Giant's Arrows. A Book for the Children of Working People. By J. ERSKINE CLARKE, M.A. Bell and Daldy. This title will be explained by referring to the Prayer Book version of Ps. cxxvii. 5. The little book is very original, and achieves with the apparent ease, and perhaps the real labor, of art, the difficult task of arresting and sustaining interest in children. It is perhaps as much adapted for children in general as for the children of any particular class. We have commended the “ Word to the arrows about themselves" to our own tolerably full quiver ; and, though ignorant till now that we had a right to the name, we will endeavor to take to heart the “Word to the Giants about their Arrows."-My LIBRARY. By Rev. D. J. Evans. London : Yates and Alexander. The Author introduces us to a splendid library, of which all books elsewhere are mere translations This lecture has the originality of genius, the style of culture, and the thoughts of a well-furnished, vigorous, and independent mind. Let every young man read it.The Pope's DREAM: A TALE OF THE LOWER REGIONS. By THOMAS PLUMMER. Judd and Glass, New Bridge Street. This small poem, whilst it is very original in conception, breathes many a lofty sentiment, and contains no small amount of poetic beauty and power. LAYS OF THE SANCTUARY AND OTHER POEMs. Compiled by G. S. De M. RUTHERFORD. Published by Hamilton, Adams and Co., 33, Paternoster Row. This volume contains many scores of short, and charming, poems by various authors. Some of the poets rank amongst the most distinguished writers of the age. The skilful and generous compiler devotes the proceeds of the work to the use of an excellent, needy, and aged lady. It is a beautiful volume. HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL Songs. By John Dawson Hull, B.A. Ward and Co, 27, Paternoster Row. Though we cannot say much for the poetry of this book, we can commend heartily the devout spirit, and the enlightened piety, which are manifested in every hymn and song.–CARPENTER'S ENGLISH SYNONYMS. By the Rev. W. WEBSTER, M.A. William Tegg, 85, Queen Street, Cheapside. The value of this book to all foreigners who are seeking a knowledge of our language, to all Pupil Teachers, and even to all literary men, must ensure for it an immense circulation.—THE BIBLE IN THE FAMILY. By EvAN EDWARDS. London: Hamilton, Adams and Co., 33, Paternoster Row. An excellent little book which it would be well for every member of every family to read.



The Fifth Saying of Christ on the Cross.

“I thirst." --John xix. 28.

HIS is the fifth utterance of our Lord on the Cross. The apostle John is the only one that has recorded these words. His tender spirit and loving heart instinctively

led him to pay particular heed to all the words of his Lord and Teacher in His last agony.

He watched with more than a brother's tenderness every expression of His hallowed countenance, and every indication of suffering would make an indelible impression on the tablets of his heart. The tremulous tones of His expiring voice never died away from his memory. He would hear them in the solitude of his island prison with the freshness of present reality, making him to forget his own sufferings in the infinitely greater sufferings of his exalted Saviour, whom he viewed as a Lamb slain. This cry

indicates the intense agony of His body. It comes next to the mysterious utterance that revealed to us the sufferings of His soul. We have endeavored to show from the Word of God that no mental distress and anguish could equal that state of agony which forced that cry from the depth of His soul. Now, the mental cloud has passed away. The sun shines again in the heavens, emblem of the restored light of His Father's face upon Him. The rocks and hills that had trembled like the leaves of the forest in a

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