RELIGION is a subject with which every human being is connected, and in which he is deeply interested. While it regards in no small degree his temporal welfare, it has reference more immediately and specifically to that which is eternal. It is by religion he can look for pardon, peace, and happiness, obtained by a sacrifice which speaketh better things than that of Abel, even the sacrifice of Jesus Christ the righteous. It is from religion he is to obtain much to smooth his path through the wilderness of this world, by means of this, his desponding fears may be allayed; his spiritual desires enlivened; and his ransomed soul elevated to God. It is obvious, however, on even a cursory review of the religious part of mankind, that two kinds of religion, distinguished by their difference of situation, have obtained among them. I shall, no doubt, be anticipated as referring to that which has its seat in the head only, and that which holds a place in the heart. These are of such a nature that they should be concomitant in their progress and operations; though nothing is more common than to see them disunited, and speculative religion, or that of the head, usurping the place of the experimental. The cause of this disseveration is, perhaps, not very deeply concealed. Men, in general, aware of the truth of religion, give it, as far as external circumstances are concerned, a favourable reception. They profess to obey its authority and dictates, to acknowledge its excellency and advantages, and to be under its influences and control. But they form to themselves mistaken notions on the subject of that branch which is pure and undefiled: they build on an unsafe foundation; they conceive that if they unite in acceding to the importance and authority of religion, and attend to some of its outward and (if such an expression be proper on such a subject) least momentous particulars, they have fulfilled its requisitions. They behold the object, but do not desire to possess it. They are in error as to the very essence of religion: they stumble at the very threshold; and, like Chorazin ard Bethsaida, will come into greater condemnation; since, sinking with the light of "the glorious gospel of the blessed God" shining resplendently around them, they refuse to be cheered by its vital and vivifying influences. The difference then, which exists between speculative and experimental religion must certainly be great. While the speculatist and the formalist may go on day after day, to the appearance of their fellow-men, walking according to the truths of religion, they are destitute of that inward witness which attests that it is not a cunningly-devised fable, or a specious and fallacious imposition, which the wisdom of God has devised. The carnal nature exerts its powerful sway in their various actions; and though the first appearance may deceive, a closer attention will manifest that they still lack "the one thing needful." Even that man who may descant upon the blessings and privileges of Christianity; who may illustrate it by his expositions; and who may wade very far into the labyrinths of speculative truth, may be as far from the kingdom of heaven as the east is from the west. The publicans and harlots, the vilest of the vile, transformed by renewing grace, will enter with joy and gladness into the mansions of eternal felicity, while the learned sinner, with an unsoftened heart, will lift up his fiery eyes in the lake that burns for ever and ever. The experimentalist is in a certain and happy state; he has embraced the gospel with all his heart. His nature has been renewed: he has been born of water and of the Spirit: he is in possession of that faith which purifies the heart, and "justifies the ungodly." He can lay his hand upon his heart, and, with the most sincere and indubitable satisfaction, point to the witness which he there feels of the truth and blessedness of the gospel. He is convinced not only by reason, but also by experience, a guide which "opens wisdom's way;" and, in the prospect of his final dissolution, can triumphantly and delightfully exclaim: know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth; and though, after my skin, worms destroy this body; yet in my flesh shall I see God; whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another." Thus his reason and his understanding cordially unite with his affections in the delightful work of his salvation. " I The system of the Christian religion was devised, and is adapted for other purposes than those of speculation. Its astonishing and invaluable privileges were intended really to be partaken of, as well as to be believed in; to be subject to practice and experience, as well as to theory. The Christian religion is designed to restore to man the long lost image of his Creator; to alleviate the toils and contingencies of life; to regulate his desires and actions; and to inspire him with the hope of a future and incorruptible inheritance in eternity. And does it not most unequivocally answer its design in the heart of the true Christian? Does it not display all its efficacy and beauty in such a character? The divine Spirit applies the doctrines of truth with power to his soul. If in prosperity, he is preserved from pride and forgetfulness; and his breast is expanded with heavenly benevolence: if in adversity, his reliance is on his Saviour, in the hopes and promises of the gospel; though storms may beat around him, he is securely fixed upon "the rock of ages;" and in the midst of appalling darkness, supernal light arises in his soul. "He is a happy example of light and love. He perceives the excellency and suitability of spiritual objects, possesses an ardent attachment to them, feels their divine energy upon his soul, and hence it is that his religion is of an experimental nature." Not so the man whom a speculative religion has unhappily possessed; all his hopes are uncertain and vain; all his reliances are falsely placed; he has no comforts springing from heartfelt experience; he grows cold to religion; neglects its requirements, and, feeling not its power, loses all its blessings. It is experience which is the true test of the Christian, whereby he indeed finds the gospel to be "the power of God." The longer he lives, the more he becomes convinced of the corruption of his own heart, and of the vanity and instability of the world; while his desires after God, after holiness, after heaven, are continually increasing; and, because he seeks and prays aright for heavenly blessings, he fails not to obtain them. The man, on the contrary, who is not possessed of this experimental religion, encourages no such sentiments and desires; he seeks only the pomps and vanities of earth; and falls at last a victim to his triple enemy-the WORLD-the FLESHand the DEVIL! J. S. B. Oxford. From the Baptist Magazine. WRITINGS OF DR. JOHN HOOPER, Bishop of Gloucester and Worcester; Martyr, 1555. pp. 410. Tract Depository. AMONG the resplendent light of the English Reformation, Hooper shone with distinguished lustre. His hatred of superstition, his love of truth-his fearless exposure of the one, and his determined efforts in promoting the other, subjected him to the persecuting wrath of Bonner, Gardiner, and Tonstall, and in the 60th year of his age invested him with the crown of martyrdom. The concise account of his useful life and suffering death, prefixed to this volume, will be especially acceptable to those who have not read Fox's Martyrology; displaying as it does the astonishing influence of Christian principles in sustaining the mind, in the prospect and endurance of unutterable anguish. The contents of this volume, which appears to be the fourth in the series now publishing by the Tract Society, aided "by the liberality of a highly respected individual," are-A brief account of Dr. John Hooper-A declaration of Christ and his office, in thirteen chapters-An oversight and deliberation of Christ and his office, in thirteen chapters-An oversight and deliberation upon the holy prophet Jonah, in seven sermons, preceded by an epistle to king Edward the Sixth, and his privy council-Ã godly confession and protestation of the Christian faith, with a dedication-Bishop Hooper's articles and monitory letter to his clergy-A homily to be read in time of pestilence-Comfortable expositions upon the 23d, 62d, 73d, and 77th psalms-Extracts from a brief and clear confession of the Christian faith: and twentythree letters to various persons. From the seventh letter we give the following extract: "Dearly beloved, if we are contented to obey God's will, and for his commandment's sake to surrender our goods and ourselves to be at his pleasure, it makes no matter whether we keep our goods and life, or lose them. Nothing can hurt us that is taken from us for God's cause, nor can any thing, at length, do us good, that is preserved contrary to God's commandments. Let us wholly suffer God to use us and ours after his holy wisdom; and beware we neither use nor govern ourselves con trary to his will by our own wisdom; for if we do, our wisdom will, at length, prove foolishness. That is kept to no good purpose, which we keep contrary to his commandments. It can by no means be taken from us, which he would should tarry with us. He is no good Christian that conducts himself. and his as worldly means serve; for he that doth so, shall have as many changes as happen in the world. To-day, with the world, he shall like and praise the truth of God; to-morrow, as the world will, so will he, like and praise the falsehood of man: to-day with Christ, and tomorrow with anti-Christ. Wherefore, dear brethren, as touching your behaviour towards God, use both your inward spirits and your outward bodies, your inward and your outward man, I say, not after the manner of men, but after the infallible word of God." p. 446. We are most happy in having an opportuniedition of the British Reformers; and sincerety of recommending to all our readers, this ly hope that it will receive the ample encouragement to which it is so justly entitled. From the Immanuel. A FADING SCENE. A FADING scene, a fading scene, That hath not proved it so! The music that the soul doth melt, Our pleasures are but fainting hues And Beauty,-see her 'mid the crowd, And Love,-how frequent does it mourn But should there be some blessed one, Whom dearly we can look upon, And feel that friend our own, The blasting wings of Fate unfold, Oh no! there's nothing on this earth Then, hail the hour of glorious doom! From the Immanuel. THE SUMMONS. BY MISS M. A. BROWNE, HARK there's a summons-the bugle horn And the trumpet's note on the light wind borne "Tis echoed back by a thousand hills, Its voice is swept o'er the distant rills, Another summons-a lowly voice, Another summons—a voice of love She points to the West, where the stars still ride, With a blush and a smile, and then to her dress, A summons again—a voiceless one, Know ye another summons shall come- Forget it not! ye shall hear its sound When Death your limbs in his chains hath bound; And forget not when ye shall hear that call— By your deeds on earth ye shall stand or fall. From the Spirit and Manners of the Age. A BALLAD. BY MARY HOWITT. DIVES put on his purple robes, He sate in a crimson chair of state, Were ranged around, and on the floor, There were twenty dishes of wild fowl, And flesh of kine and curious meats, And he ate from plates of ruddy gold, And drank the while, in a crystal cup, To wait upon him whilst he dined, Now, Lazarus was a beggar poor, A weary, miserable man,— And 'twas at Dives' gate. And Lazarus prayed, for the love of God, Or he should die for lack of food, Now, Dives on a silken couch In sumptuous ease was laid, And be heard the voice of Lazarus, "He's old," said one; another spake, "He's lame and cannot go." Said a third," He asketh for the crumbs, That lie the board below." "It matters not," said Dives, "My blood-hounds, gaunt and grim, For while he thus doth moan, I cannot get a wink of sleep ;" The very dogs had pity on him, And in the middle of the night, Sore smitten with want and pain, And Dives likewise laid him down, And down and down, yet lower and lower, Like a rock into the sea, To the bottomless pit, where the evil ones And he wildly opened his burning eyes And afar he saw, all green and cool, And a broad clear river went winding there, 'Mong trees in leafy pride, And there sate the beggar Lazarus, "Oh father!" then cried Dives, "Let Lazarus come along, And dip his finger in yon wave, To cool my burning tongue; Said Abraham, "Dives think upon Thou hadst thy soft and pleasant things, And decked thyself in costly robes, And now, in the blooming land of heaven, But thou must be in torments dark. A boundless gulf, o'er which the wing So Dives saw them pass away From the New Baptist Miscellany. Written on a beautiful morning in Spring under circumstances of disappointment. LIFE has its joys, but transient these; Hope o'er the path her freshest flowers, With rosy fingers spreads; A man with his superior powers, A willing captive leads. While peace, on all the charms of spring Smiles by the side of time; But smiling, plumes her downy wing, The happiest scenes some dark event O happy they whose views and aims, He is the wisest of the wise, In that sweet light which truth supplies, J. W. S. From the Home Missionary Magazinė. “ WATCHMAN! WHAT OF THE NIGHT?" Isaiah xxi. 11. WATCHMAN! tell us of the night, And it bursts o'er all the earth! RELIGIOUS MAGAZINE, OR SPIRIT OF THE FOREIGN THEOLOGICAL JOURNALS AND REVIEWS. From the Christian Guardian. MEDE. APRIL, 1830. THE eminently pious and learned Joseph Mede, was born in October, 1586, at Baden, near Bishop's Stortford, Essex, of parents related to the family of Sir John Mede of Lofts Hall, in the same county. At ten years of age he lost his father, who died of the small pox, of which distemper he was himself also dangerously ill. His mother afterwards married Mr. Gower, of Nassing, by whom he was sent to school, first to Hodsden, and next to Wethersfield. Happening to go to London, he saw a Hebrew Grammar by Bellarmine, and gratified his youthful ardour for philology by its purchase. His master, who was ignorant of that language, told him the work was by no means suitable for him: but he was not to be discouraged from its study, which he followed with such diligence, as to become a proficient in the Hebrew before he left school. He was entered of Christ's College, Cambridge, in 1602, where he was admitted pupil to Daniel Rogers, one of the fellows. On the departure of this gentleman after three years, he was transferred to the tuition of Mr. William Addison. He soon drew on himself the attention of the University; which was the more remarkable, as he had such hesitation in his speech, and experienced such difficulty in the pronunciation of certain words in connexion, that in his public disputations and other exercises, he had the double task of finding arguments and conveying them in such language as was most easy of utterance. By care and observation, he attained so great a mastery over this infirmity, as to be able to deliver a whole sermon without any considerable hesitation, and to become an edifying and encouraging example to all who laboured under a like impediment. delivered from this uncomfortable state of feeling and sentiment; while the same intellectual acuteness which had been diverted into a wrong channel, gave promise under divine direction, of important and beneficial results. Meanwhile he was not content with a smatter. ing in philosophy, but with admirable perseverance explored the depths of science; so that when he took his Master's degree in 1610, "he had made so happy a progress through all kind of academical studies," says his biographer Worthington, "that it was manifest to all, that that title was not (as with too many it is) any false inscription. He was justly so styled, and was universally esteemed as one who did well understand all those Arts, which make up the accomplishment of a scholar. He was an acute logician, an accurate philosopher, a skilful mathematician, an excellent anatomist, (being usually sent for when they had any anatomy in Caius College) a great philologer, a master of many languages, and a good proficient in the studies of history and chronology." His first appearance in public was on occasion of presenting an address to Bishop Andrews, in a Latin Treatise on "Relative Holiness," which was very acceptable to that prelate, a competent judge in all matters of learning and religion, and called forth the approbation of his friends, to whose wish in after-life that it might be printed, he would not consent, being conscious that it bore evidence both in matter and manner of early composition. That it was however no mean production, is sufficiently apparent from another of his tracts on 1 Cor. xi. 22; "Have ye not houses to eat and drink in; or despise ye the church of God?" as also from his Latin Sermon to the clergy, from Levit. xix. 30; "Ye shall reverence my sanctuary;" in both which he had incorporated the substance of his address. Mr. Of a metaphysical turn of mind, he was Mede, requiring the royal favour to succeed much troubled with an evil heart of unbelief. in his election to a fellowship, not only found Meeting in the apartment of another student the good offices of the Bishop in this particuwith a production of one of the ancient Pyr- lar, but also received from his Lordship the rhonists, he imbibed much of the scepticism office of his domestic chaplaincy; which he dewhich marked that philosophical school, harass-clined from partiality to college life. The ing his mind with curious speculations, and even doubting whether the visible universe were any thing more than a mere phantasm! His youthful spirit was not for a while proof against the subtle insinuations of these dangerous sophists; but he was at length mercifully Rel. Mag.-Vol. IV. same preference for studious habits had already manifested itself when he was yet but a youth; for he refused the invitation of his uncle Richard, a merchant, who being at that time without children, proposed to adopt him, if he would enter under his roof; finding the No. 28.—2 Q |