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graciously received, provided with a lodging in the city, treated with all respect and encouraged to express his views without reserve. May not charity venture to hope that Archbishop Beatoun, not unconscious of serious evil in the church, hoped by conciliatory behaviour to retain the young reformer within the limits of ecclesiastical order? If such was the design of the Primate, there can be little doubt of the treachery of his more famous nephew David, afterwards Cardinal Beatoun. It was necessary that "the heretic " should speak freely, that he might be caught in the very expression of his "heresies." Be the reason what it may, Hamilton was for a month the centre of interest in St. Andrew's and had the fullest means of proclaiming the Gospel; not only the houses of real or pretended friends, but the halls of the University being open to him. His labours were not without fruit. Among his visitors was the young Canon Alesius, a proficient in the ancient languages, a master of the scholastic divinity and a firm believer in the doctrines of Rome. Eager to break a lance with Luther himself, he had had to content himself with confuting his tenets, and the University of St. Andrew's had declared with one voice that only the presence of the archheretic was wanting to the completeness of the victory. The man, previously acquainted with Hamilton, and sincerely anxious to recover his friend from delusion, had a conversation with him, in which all the refinements of the School and the authority of the Fathers were opposed to his simple but masterly exposition of Scripture. Alesius describes himself as embarrassed at their first colloquy; when however in place of the irritation of a vanquished disputant, he felt he says as though the morning star was rising in his heart. Sub

sequent interviews confirmed him in the newly-discovered truth, and he who came to convert succeeded to the mantle of the martyred Reformer and himself shared much of his sufferings.

Another visitor of a less sincere or less resolute character, was Alexander Campbell, Prior of the Dominicans. With a like intention of convincing the misguided evangelical, he too found himself unable to oppose, and frankly admitting the Church's need of reformation, drew Hamilton on to speak in the freedom of unhesitating confidence. After a while Campbell was summoned before the Primate and his council and required to give an account of all that had passed. He was greatly disturbed, but pressed by the Archbishop, and afraid to face the enmity of the Church, he revealed all that had been said and even consented to be one of the court that was to judge his friend. By this time the adversaries of the Reformation, affrighted at the success of Hamilton's teaching, and provided with evidence against him, determined to bring the matter to a speedy conclusion. He was cited to appear at the Palace and answer to a charge of heresy. His friends implored him to fly, and Beatoun himself, it was believed, would have interposed no obstacle, but Hamilton refused a second time to evade death by flight. On the morning of the day named, but before the appointed hour, he waited on the Archbishop, expecting to meet him alone. He found him in the midst of his council; the court was constituted, and the commissioner on the appearance of the accused began to read the accusation. There were thirteen articles which he was alleged to have taught, some of which are the ordinary doctrines of Protestantism, such as justification by faith, without the merit of good

works; others are simply denials of Roman Catholic practices and principles, such as penance, confession and the supremacy of the Pope. The eighth very adroitly seizes on the weak point of the Predestinarian theology, and charges Hamilton with making God the author of sin by arbitrary withdrawal of grace. The earlier articles which contained the evangelical doctrines, Hamilton avowed to be in his belief certainly true. With regard to the eighth, he desired to explain his language, and for the rest replied that they were matter for discussion; but he could not pronounce them false without stronger reasons than he had yet heard adduced. The questions were referred to a commission of divines, who after a day or two's consultation reported them without exception heretical.

Meanwhile the friends of the Reformation and the kinsmen of Hamilton were making strenuous efforts for his release. It was impossible to apply to the king, for the priests had taken care that he should be out of the way during the trial of his young cousin, and had sent him on a pilgrimage. But Scotchmen were always readier to trust their own strength and boldness than to invoke the royal authority, and the history of Reform in Scotland furnishes many an instance of recourse to the sword. So on this occasion Sir James Hamilton, the Sheriff, marched with a body of troops to take Patrick by force out of the Archbishop's hands. But when he came to the southern shore of the Firth of Forth, the waters were too stormy to be passed and he waited chafing impatiently till he learnt that Beatoun, forewarned of his attempt, had raised an irresistible force to meet him. Duncan of Airdrie, also a resolute man and a firm supporter of "the Gospellers," endeavoured with a

small company to surprise St. Andrew's in the night and carry away Hamilton into England. The archbishop's horsemen, more numerous, and well-informed, surrounded Duncan's men and made them prisoners. The life of their leader was spared through powerful intercession, but he had to go into exile.

Hitherto Hamilton had been at liberty in his own lodgings, but after this his arrest was ordered, and being seized without resistance he was confined in the castle whose ruins now overlook the bay of St. Andrew's. On the last day of February the assembly met for the solemn pronouncing of the sentence, in the ancient and stately cathedral which in a few years more was to be destroyed at the ruthless bidding of John Knox. The Archbishop presided in the court, which counted among its members Hepburn, the dissolute Prior of St. Andrew's, David Beatoun, the future Cardinal, who that day began his career of persecution, and Alexander Campbell, the treacherous Dominican, on whom was thrust the unwelcome task of reading the indictment. Among the crowd that filled the great church was Alesius, the newlyenlightened but as yet unavowed Protestant, to whom we owe the record of the scene. Hamilton was brought into the church, escorted by cavalry; mounted the lofty desk where all could see him, and calmly prepared to listen to and answer the charges which his former friend was to recite. The contest soon ended in the confusion of Campbell, who, unable to argue longer against what he indeed held to be true, approached the tribunal and asked further instructions. He was bidden to enumerate with a loud voice the errors of Hamilton, and to call him heretic. He obeyed, and turning to the reformer, cried with passionate

and rapid utterance, "Heretic, rebel, detestable, execrable, impious." "My brother," replied the martyr, "thou dost not in thy very heart believe what thou art saying." The conscience-stricken man was again and finally overwhelmed with silent confusion.

The president of the court then ordered the votes to be taken; they were unanimous in condemnation; and the Primate, invoking the name of Christ, declared Hamilton a heretic and delivered him over to the secular arm to be punished. Immediately, with no more delay than was required to raise the pile, the sentence was carried out. At noon, after a short meal, taken in perfect calmness, Hamilton himself sent for the governor of the castle and inquired whether all was ready; and receiving no answer but "God grant you a better fate," passed at once to execution.

The place was before the gateway of the College of St. Salvator. Arrived there, he uncovered his head, and stood for a moment or two in prayer; then turning he gave to one of his friends his copy of the Gospels, and to his servant the cloak, coat and cap which he wore, adding, "It is the last gift thou wilt receive of me except the example of my death; the remembrance of which I pray thee to bear in mind. Death is bitter for the flesh; but it is the entrance into eternal life, which none can possess who deny Jesus

Christ." We need not dwell on the horrible details of his long torture, the less because it clearly was the result of accident. Gunpowder had been placed among the wood to shorten the anguish, but the fire lighted with difficulty and the explo- . sion only wounded without killing the sufferer. For six hours he bore the pain, refusing the offer of mercy on recantation which was pressed upon him with importunate violence by the miserable Campbell. "Heretic," he cried, " be converted, recant, call upon our Lady." "If thou believest the truth of what thou sayest," replied the dying man, "thrust but thy finger into the flame where I am all on fire." At last, wearied with the vehemence of the man whom he knew to be insincere, he spoke in a tone of authority, "I appeal thee before the tribunal seat of Jesus Christ." At these words Campbell fled to his monastery and not long after died in raving madness. The martyr still remained in torture; but at the words of a friend, "If thou still holdest true the doctrine for which thou diest, make us a sign," he raised the three remaining fingers of his hand, and held them motionless till his arm failed, then with the murmured cry, "O God, how long shall darkness cover this realm ?" and the prayer, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit," he sank down into the embers and expired.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

IN MEMORIAM.

BY THE REV, A. H. VINE.

These Lines are written in remembrance of Mrs. J. Spencer Jones, widow of the Rev. J. S. Jones, who died last August, at her residence, on the Great Orme's Head, Llandudno. Those who had the honour and advantage of her friendship will not forget the rare intelligence, the quick and tender sympathy, and the loftiness of soul, that made converse with her at all times edifying; nor the unfaltering faith that gave to a nature of exquisite sensibility and delicacy a fortitude not less than heroic. VOL. VI. FIRST SERIES.

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How pure the air that wanders round this hill,
Surcharged with odours caught from shrub and flower,
And from a thousand small herbs sweeter still,

That veil the rocks with innocent glamour,
And nestling close in fragrant amity,
Soothe all the austere winds with spicery!
Before us stretched in many a fine-curved line,
Range after range, each with its variant hue,
The mountains, changeless, changeful, opaline,
For ever born afresh in colours new;
Below, the town: the sea, two sides its wall,
Cleft North and South by this rock terminal.

Meet place for poet, painter, this to mark
The yellow-crested morn arise, or night
With purple plumes descend; or in the arc

Of heaven the quaint clouds watch, perchance now slight
As thistle down, now like a fleet in sail,

Or now in vast fields, furrowed by the gale.

Here you might view all seasons, in the hope
And labour of their passion, at your ease :-
Red Autumn on yon mountain's ferny slope;
Wild Winter in the intervening seas;
And Spring yet nearer in these firs, that hear
So soon her voice; then-Summer-everywhere.
'Twas here, remote, she lived, a lady pure;

In lowliness, in patience versed, in praise;

Her task performing alway-to endure :

Yet, with high thoughts of Him Whose steadfast gaze
Looked down the vista of all sorrow, still

She whispered "Lo, I come, to do Thy will!”

Even as the longing lark within its cage,

Joining the concert of the skies the while,
Sings of the sun and air, its heritage ;
So, in its fleshly prison, meek exile,
The immortal spirit did its part rehearse
In the great anthem of the universe.

"We in this tabernacle," saith the Word,

"Do groan." The burden of the travailing world;

The burden of ourselves, alas! O Lord!—

Our watch-tower hopes from their high eminence hurled,
Our souls' ideals by the flesh opprest,

Sins, sorrows, set us craving after rest.

In mystic light, that gathered more and more,
She tarried for the blest enfranchisement :
"A light that never was on sea or shore."
The Herald's sable, thus with glory blent,
Became all argent in that radiancy;
And Death was swallowed up in Victory.

THE LESS KNOWN METHODIST WRITERS.
V.-DR. DANIEL MCALLUM.

DANIEL MCALLUM, son of the vener-
able Duncan McAllum, was born
at Inverness, in June, 1794. In

earliest childhood he gave clear indications of superior mental gifts and of unusual moral sensitiveness

and strength. His father, careful to secure for his exceptional endowments the best available culture, sent him to a succession of Scottish schools, till at the age of ten he went to Kingswood school; Woodhouse Grove being not yet opened. A journey from Scotland to Bristol, in 1804, was a kind of expedition for a delicate little boy, but doubtless his father would take the child with him to the Conference, held that year in London, and there, consign him to the Governor's care. That one journey, however, would serve for the three years of his Kingswood life, for in those days, there were no vacations for the poor lads whose fathers laboured in the North. We ourselves have known a preacher's son who was six years at Kingswood without a glimpse of father or mother during the whole time; his father's appointments the while ranging from Cheshire to Durham. He assured us that, whatever other proficiency he might have made, he had grown utterly "out of knowledge," either of or by his father, and even his mother, so that the mutual reception of parents and child was on both sides purely a matter of faith in testimony.

No wonder that Daniel's parents thought three years' educational exile quite long enough for their gentle-natured little boy, especially as he showed symptoms of constitutional delicacy. They more readily reached this conclusion as North Shields, where Duncan McAllum was then stationed, was favoured with a schoolmaster of ability and reputation, the Rev. Mr. Leach. Daniel had, however, but the advantage of one year at this academy. At the age of fourteen he became a medical student, under the care of a surgeon in Sunderland. He had thus the double disadvantage of short schooling and many masters

in succession. In the first of a series of spirited and elegant Essays, called the "Observer," which he wrote at nineteen years of age, he gives a humorous description of one of his preceptors:

"I was placed under a very eminent man, who had 'the rudiments' by heart, and had read three thousand volumes containing on an average two hundred pages each, and having twenty-eight lines to the page, concerning the matter of which volumes he kept an exact register. His genius was profound. To him is due the honour of discovering the only word in our language which will form a rhyme to month, viz., millionth; for which discovery, he obtained an almanack for 1806, Besides all this he wrote a poem which began in the middle of a line, and had more big words in it than any other five poems in the language; not to mention his great work, on which he particularly valued himself, on ancient Greek Acrostics and Epithalamia, together with a 'Dissertation on Poems, in the shape of Eagles, with expanded wings.' of this work only two copies were sold ('O judgment, thou art fled to brute beasts!') of which one serves me for a writing-desk, the other is the property of my neighbour, who being a simple man and desirous to be useful, bought it under the idea that it was a treatise on 'Ophthalmia,' or inflammation of the eyes. By this profound philosopher I was regarded as being little short of an idiot; for he one day discovered that I had spent two hours in watching a spider weaving its web, and at another time he seized a paper of mine, on which I had written some juvenile reflections on men and manners, instead of composing a double acrostic, as he had directed me.'

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The truth is, whoever might be young Daniel's ushers, his own genius was head-master, and subjected the under-teachers to the sharpest scrutiny. Beware, O ye schoolmasters, how you treat, and how you conduct yourselves in the presence of, an absent-mannered, spider-studying, essay-sketching lad, especially, if he should happen to be a Methodist minister's son, and withal a Scotch boy! And don't forget that substantives sometimes bear degrees of comparison, and that

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