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patible with Christianity, that it sinks a man below the dignity of his species; yea, there is no animal in the creation that is so brutish.

I would only add, that the Beaver is also a most useful creature. Its skin is so important an article of commerce, that the hunting of it is a profession; and the Hudson Bay company have sold above 50,000 skins at one sale. Its flesh is esteemed good for food; and besides, the inguinal glands of these animals generally produce two ounces of castor, a medicinal substance, the value of which is well known. And does not Providence, in making the creatures thus valuable to us, teach us how we should make ourselves valuable to each other? Man is estimated in society as he makes himself useful by industry, econo my, and benevolence: a Christian is most valuable, who, in addition to these virtues, studies the good of all around him, and is, like Abraham, an advocate with God for the salvation of mankind. D.



In the parish where Mr. Hervey preached, when of Arminian sentiments, there resided a Ploughman, who usually attended the ministry of the late Dr. Doddridge. Mr. Hervey being advised by his physician, for the benefit of his health, to follow the plough, in order to smell the fresh earth, frequently accompanied the ploughman in his rural avocation. One morning the following conversation passed:

Mr. Hervey. My friend, I understand you can speak the language of Canaan.

Ploughman. A little, Sir.

Mr. H. Then I will propose you a question :-What do you think is the hardest thing in religion?


Plough. I am a poor illiterate man, and you, Sit, are a mi nister; I beg leave to return the question.

Mr. H. Then, I conceive the hardest thing in religion is, to renounce sinful flesh.

Plough. I do not think so, Sir.

Mr. H. Then, will you give me your opinion?

Plough. Why, Sir, the hardest thing in religion is, to deny righteous self. You know I do not come to hear you preach; but go every Sabbath with my family to Northampton, to hear Dr. Doddridge. We rise early in the morning, and have prayer before we set out; in which I find pleasure. Walking there and back, I find pleasure;-under the sermon I find pleasure; when at the Lord's Table, I find pleasure; we read a portion of Scripture, and go to prayer in the evening, in which I find pleasure; but to this moment, I find it the hardest thing to deny righteous self.

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The simple recital of the poor man so affected Mr. Hervey, that it proved a blessing to his soul; and the ploughman henceforth became his bosom friend. IGDALIA.

To the Editor.


READING in your Magazine for October last, p. 405, the anecdote of Mr. Berridge wiping his spectacles, it brings to my mind a saying of that good man in the Tabernacle-pulpit. I think (if I remember right) about the year 1791, being just arrived from his vicarage at Everton, in Bedfordshire; and being led up the pulpit-stairs one evening after the minister had prayed, he addressed the audience nearly as follows:-" My dear Tabernacle friends" (the tears trickling down his cheeks) "I bless my dear Lord that has thus far brought me on my wearisome pilgrimage through the wilderness, and has permitted his old wornout servant to see your state in the flesh once more, which, in all probability, will be the last time. Satan said to me, as I was coming," You old fool, how can you think of preaching to that great people, that have neither strength nor memory left?" I said to him, Well, Satan, I have got a good Master, that has not forsook me these forty years, and in his strength I'll try;' and, blessed be his name, he has thus far helped me; and if you'll pray, I'll try to preach once more in my poor way: and may the Lord make it a blessed opportunity to us all! and I think you'll say Amen to it." A CONSTANT READER.



THE celebrated Lord Lyttleton said to his Physician, in his last illness, "When I first set out in the world, I had friends who endeavoured to stagger my belief in the Christian religion; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life; and it is the ground of my future hopes."


A professor of many years standing, lately asserted, that for children (or adults) to sing hymns and spiritual songs, unless their hearts experienced the words sung, was absolutely profane, and a solemn mockery of God: Gulielmus therefore inquires, if this principle be admitted,-1. Must it not be equally criminal for them to read hymns, and other religious books, or even the Bible, without experiencing what they read? and if so,-2. What must children and others be encouraged to read for their instrucion and improvement?



Is this Jerusalem? the city of God, where Jehovah himself once dwelt! What sorrows have encompassed thee about! Into what a dreadful pit art thou fallen! A city, once the glory of the east; the city where God manifested his presence; where his holy temple was erected! Alas! how fallen into ruin! scarcely any trace of its former grandeur left! Who can confidently say, "Here stood such a structure, here such an edifice was erected?" Alas! the sovereign decree is accomplished, and Jerusalem," the holy city," is vanished away, like the morning cloud; like the early dew!

What numberless revolutions, O Jerusalem, hast thou undergone since thy first establishment! since David and Solomon sat upon thy throne! They have long slept with their fathers, and thou art now delivered up to a foreign power, to be the habitation of the Gentiles.

Where are thy costly temples, founded by Solomon, by Cyrus, or by Herod? They have been successively humbled to the dust; their riches despoiled, and their foundation_razed. Where once the blazing altar consumed the victim, is now known no more! Where once the odoriferous clouds rose from the appointed sacrifice, with a "sweet smelling savour," now the fumes of passion and revenge, the torch of war! The foes of God have united to debase its glory, and destroy its very being;-to make it a "hissing and a curse!" Where the presence of the Lord descended from on high on the mercy-seat, and filled the house with glory; where, in responsive strains of melody and adoration, the priests and people joined in a solemn con cert,—a desolate silence is heard, proclaiming "the glory is departed!" Where the holy law of God was wont to be read in the ears of all the people; where the melodious voice of the Saviour afterwards proclaimed his everlasting gospel,-the Mahometan and Papal superstitions triumph! "The golden candlestick is thrown aside as a useless thing, to make room for the throne of the Prince of Darkness *”.

Look upon Jerusalem. Consider her former greatness, her ancient honour, her heavenly laws and ordinances, and say, is not the sceptre departed? Has not a lawgiver ceased? Is not prophecy fulfilled? Is not Shiloh come? He has come, and accomplished all that was predicted by his prophets and himself.

Let England, let London, look upon Jerusalem, and tremble, since, notwithstanding the bounty of the Lord, she has crucified him afresh, and put him to open shame. Yes, let us put the question: Why are not we like Jerusalem? Why are we flourishing? or rather, Why have we flourished so long, while empires

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have tottered, and kingdoms fell around us?"Are we better than they? No, in nowise!" For, if Jerusalem crucified the Lord of glory, and with wicked hands put him to death, have not we, though favoured with his everlasting gospel for a long succession of years, been insensible of his judgments, when they have been abroad in the earth? When he has shaken his sword over us, have we been humbled under it? In our solemn fasis, have we not fasted like unto those mentioned in the fifty-eighth chapter of Isaiah? O let us take warning while it is not too late let us cry unfeignedly for mercy, and entreat the Lord for Christ's sake to be reconciled to us, lest peradventure, when his wrath is kindled but a little, we perish before his face, like Jerusalem of old, and find no mercy.



To the Editor.


My peeled branch has suffered much through the wintery months; yet, beyond expectation it has a little revived, and I doubt not but some of your readers will be pleased to hear it is


Woburn, Bucks.


THE wasted vine and the barked fig-tree, mentioned in Joel i. 7. and in chap. ii. 22, bear fruit and yield their strength." He maketh the dry tree to flourish."

There are wonders in nature. How striking the change between December and May!-Wonders in Providence. Joseph is in prison and in chains; then anon in royal robes; and next the throne !-Wonders of grace. Saul, the persecutor, is Paul the preacher!

"Wonders of grace to God belong ;
Repeat his mercies in your song.


With these views, we can believe that the barked bough can regain its former beauty and fruitfulness. "Not by might, nor by power," natural, moral, acquired, or improved; "but by my Spirit, saith the Lord." Can these dry bones live The barren fig-tree bear? The dead tree sprout again? The dry rod flourish? The breath of the Almighty shall give life to the -slain, his energetic life, fruitfulness to the barren, the virtue of the divine waters shall make even the dead tree to rebud,— and the divine presence and fiat, shall make Aaron's rod to flourish.

1. A minister of Jesus, who loves his Lord, whose delight has been in his work, made useful to many in it, and still loves it; but he is peeled of his strength and ability to act for his Lord, his cause, and his people. The unconsumed has known a little of this state. He has been under the peeling knife, stript bare

of his natural ability, gifts, graces, comforts, and hopes. He has found more need of grace to be resigned to silence, than to be in full service. The man may be much in activity; but grace alone will do in suffering. But the sufferings of ministers are profitable to the wise among their people—probatum


2. The strongest believers are often barked and stripped of their confidence and comforts. If I may class among believers; to myself I have been the fruitless, leafless, barkless, weather-beaten tree on a barren heath. In the spring season, what object in nature is so unsightly! It is emblematic of the malediction of Heaven. The most established in Christ have their changes, which should lead us highly to prize the all-res storing life of our dear Lord. If any are in such a case, they may sing

"Barren altho' my soul remain,

And no one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,

But sin, and only sin, is here:
Altho' my gifts and comforts lost,

My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,

And glory that He dy'd for me."

3. The backslider who has been made bare, estranged in his mind from God; all unevenness in his walk, dark prospects as to a future world, entangled by sin and Satan, may be restored. What a deplorable object was David during his distance from God, in the matter of Uriah, in the sight of God, of angels, of believers, and in his own, when he reflected on his sin, and his loss of divine communion! But " who is a God like unto thee, pardoning iniquity!" Hear David saying after this peeling season was over, "But I am like a green olive-tree in the house of God: I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever *."

4. There may be a secret decay, and an inward peeling of the soul, while the exterior may be fair. There may be the name of living, where there is no life :-"Thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead +." We only are, in fact, what we are be fore God. Most of God's people have, at seasons, experienced this state, and have found the remedy for it; they have felt their inward poverty, a sense of need has excited prayer. They have found Jesus the restorer and the life. Prayer has been answered, the Sun of righteousness has arisen with healing under his wings, the Holy Spirit has blown with gracious gales on the garden of the heart; the gentle showers have fallen, the blades and buds appear, and the Lord blesses the springing thereof."

5. Notwithstanding, the wounds and scars on the peeled bough are visible after it is healed, and the bark renewed: a sense of our former peeled state, will not be obliterated from our own minds. "Jacob went limping, and Paul had his thorn: Ps. lxv. 10.

• Ps. lii. 8. xcii. 12-15.

+ Rev. iii. 1. D de

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