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it with an energy that surprised me, exclaimed, Ivan, He is coming! my Lord, my Lord is coming! In the clouds of heaven, I see him, with power and great glory! He calls me I must attend him-and now, vain world, farewell-farewell for ever! Weep not, my friends; ere long you will join me -but, for a little while, farewell.' These were the last words we could collect, though he seemed to be endeavouring for a few minutes longer to utter something; but what he said was to us only an indistinct murmur. He raised his hand, however, as they told me, and waved it over his head as in triumph, until his soul was with her God.

"He's at rest!' I heard his wife faintly whisper: Ivan, he's at rest.' In few words, I then returned thanks to that God who had sustained him, and given him the victory. We were all, as you may suppose, much affected; but our sorrow was alleviated by the sweetest hope. We wept, indeed; but while the tears fell we were comforted. Our own time was approaching; and we had a calm and delightful confidence, that not many suns would rise and set on the repose of our departed brother, before we also should be partakers of his joy."

Here the venerable narrator stopped to wipe away some tears that had started, as if in remembrance of the friend of whom for a season he had been bereft. He

again continued: "But I may here conclude the story. His wife, borne down with infirmities and years, soon after began sensibly to decline; and not many weeks had elapsed ere she was conscious, that she was going to be reunited to him with whom she had passed many peaceful years. I went to visit her. She was in a sweet and expecting frame of mind; suffering

considerably in body, but rejoicing in full assurance. A few days after, it was told me that she was no more. She had expired with the name of her Saviour on her lips. I followed her to the grave; and as I withdrew from the spot where she and her partner lay side by side, I thought of the blessedness of dying in the Lord."

As Ivan closed his affecting narrative, the shades of evening beginning to descend, warned us that we had yet some distance to return to the roof that was to give us shelter for the night. We accordingly knelt in prayer. Our hearts were alike attuned to the hope that was.before us; and we parted from our venerable friend, believing that he would soon remove from earthly intercourse, and that we ourselves should, perhaps at no distant period, join him in his rest. He wept aloud while he embraced my friend; and many and warm were the blessings he prayed might be showered upon his head. "Farewell," he said, "my good kind pastor, farewell. I am old, and sinking beneath the weight of years. O, then, remember Ivan at the throne of grace." We left him. Long he stood on the threshold to which he had accompanied us, with his eyes fixed as if he had been gazing after us. We stopped for an instant as we reached the summit of the hill, which was to shut his little mansion from our view. We beheld his venerable form. His head was uncovered, and the breeze of evening was waving his long white locks. But the curtains of the night were falling. "Farewell, my brother!" exclaimed my companion in a tone that betrayed his emotion "Farewell, Ivan, till I meet thee with thy God;" A moment longer we looked on him— then turned-and saw his face no more! R. T.



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Daily Bread, or Meditations for every Day in the Year. Edited by T. Williams. Pp. xii. and 564.-Simpkin.. The Bible Preacher, or Closet Companion for every Day in the Year. By the late Rev. Henry Foster, A. M. Collected by the Rev. S. Piggott, A. M.-Pp. xxxvi. and 676. The Daily Words and Doctrinal Texts of the Brethren's Congregations for the Year 1825.

THE Christian world have long been familiarly acquainted with Bogatsky's Golden, and Mason's Spiritual, Treasury, and other similar publications, consisting of a text of Scripture, a meditation on that text, and an appropriate verse of a hymn; and many pious persons have been accustomed to read one of these portions daily in the exercises of the family or the closet. Those who have continued this practice so long as to have become familiar with the contents of the books alluded to, will be happy to find, that they may be gratified with somewhat of novelty without separating very far from their general practice by adopting the volumes of Sturm, of Williams, or of Piggott, whose titles are prefixed to the present article; where, with some variation, they will find a text or a subject proposed to their considerations for each day of the NOV. 1824.


year. Those who are not desirous of being thus provided with daily meditations, may find in the productions of Mr. Cunningham and the Author of "The Retrospect,' Morning Thoughts and Meditations of a less restricted nature; while those who desire to maintain a communion with the amiable Society of the United Brethren, will find in their "Daily Words and Doctrinal Texts," two passages of Scripture, accompanied with references to appropriate hymns, which form the subjects of the Moravian meditations in all their various stations throughout the world on each succeeding day of the year; and are designedly prepared and printed so long before-hand as to allow of their being transmitted, prior to the commencement of the year, to their most distant and widely extended settle


If, however, the question is asked, how far we recommend the adoption of any or of all of these publications, and how far we are admirers of the system thus supported by a series of highly respectable names, we must pause before we can give a specific and a general answer.

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We would inquire, how are these different publications used? If the Christian takes any one of these volumes, and after he has perused his daily portion of the word of God either in the closet or the family, reads in addition to that daily portion one or more of these meditations, he may, we should conceive, generally speaking, derive great benefit from the volumes before us. If, again, the Christian engaged in active life, with little time for reading large and expensive works, gathers up the fragments of his time, and in the intervals of his labour peruses some of these thoughts, meditations, &c. and thus lays up

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in his mind a subject of contemplation on which he may dwell while his hands are engaged in his worldly While, therefore, we are comcalling, he will at once derive com- pelled to speak favourably of the fort and advantage. But if these general sentiments contained in the communings, thoughts, meditations, books immediately under review, &c. are substituted in the room of we would earnestly protest against -the word of God-if, instead of the their ever being substituted for the good old custom of reading the word of God. That ought to ocBible and engaging in family wor-cupy the first place in the studies of every Christian; and the less time he has to employ in reading, the more ought he to confine himself exclusively to this, which is emphatically the 'poor man's book.' The perusal of a chapter of the Bible will occupy very little more time than the perusal of one of these daily portions; but how much more conducive will it be found to general edification! how much more certainly will it produce peace and joy in believing! They sin against their own peace who seek to human teachers, and neglect the Fountain of living waters.

ship, the head of each family contents himself with reading a meditation of Bogatsky, or Sturm, or Cunningham, &c. we are compelled to feel that this is preferring human wisdom to Divine, and allowing the creature to occupy the place more peculiarly appropriated to the great Creator.

And this we conceive to be a `danger with which these publications are necessarily accompanied. They are liable to be used as substitutes for the word of God, rather than as additional subjects of contemplation; and whenever used as substitutes, they will produce an effect widely different from that which their pious authors contemplated; an effect most unfavourable to solid peace and abiding consolation.

We have often been surprised, that men professing themselves members of the Church of England should entirely lose sight of one of the distinguishing features of that church-the daily and public reading of the word of God. The effect produced by this daily perusal of the Scriptures in the service of the Church at the morning and evening prayers, at which the bulk of the population in former times attended, was incalculable; and however circumstances may have altered, no doubt can be entertained that the regular and serious perusal, in their own closets or families, of the four chapters appointed to be read by all its members would have a powerful tendency to promote pure and undefiled religion in the Establish

Almost the whole class of daily books exhibit a great disproportion between the promises and the warnings, the exhortations and precepts of Scripture; and the compilers of them seem in general to have as little hesitation in separating a promise from its context, and explaining it according to their own peculiar taste, as if such context had no existence. They dwell far too exclusively on consolatory and encouraging passages, and their comments often tend to banish every species of fear and doubt from the mind; their authors seeming to forget that these publications must necessarily fall into the hands of many who may well fear lest a promise being left them of entering into rest, they should at least seem to come short of it, and that in these days of lax and general religious profession, there is quite as much danger of over-confidence

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and presumption, as of dejection and despondency.


In this respect the practice of the American Episcopal Church deserves serious attention. The pious and amiable Bishop Chase, on his visit to this country, stated, that the ministers of that church

required from their people, as the ground of their churchmanship, the reading of the daily lussons in their families; and he mentioned various instances of the beneficial effects resulting from that perusal. We fear a very small proportion of our readers would be found Churchmen if tried by this rule.

We must not, however, proceed with these general remarks, but advert as briefly as may be to the peculiar character of the publications before us, and give some specimens from each.

Mr. Cunningham's Morning Thoughts are a collection of meditations on single verses from each chapter of St. Matthew, with a few stanzas affixed, of which specimens may be found in our present volume, p. 188 and 420. The remarks and observations are highly excellent; but a commentary on the whole New Testament, conducted on a similar plan, would swell out to a most inconvenient size. As a specimen, however, of the manner in which private Christians may improve select portions of Holy Writ, it deserves serious contemplation. Some of the poetry is very good; but Mr. C. has been occasionally rather unfortunate in the choice of his measures, which are not always appropriate to serious subjects. The following thoughts occur on Matt. xxiii. 9.

One is your Father, which is in heaven.


It is one of the artifices by which the great enemy has succeeded in withdrawing the allegiance of the creature from the Creator, to substitute some distorted image of God for that pure and tender Being whom we are invited to worship. In idolatrous countries, a block of wood or of stone is substituted for the true God. even amongst professed Christians, similar delusions prevail. In some cases, the purity of God is concealed; in others, his milder attributes; and he is represented as harsh, vindictive, and unrelenting. How gross this distortion of the Divine image! what treason to the Majesty of Heaven! and what a death-blow to religion, where the frand succeeds, and this idol of blood is worshipped instead of the God of the

Scriptures! The essential element of religion is love. But how could I love the Being who was a tyrant; the stern interreversing the statements of Scripture," derupter of my lawful enjoyments; and who, sired" that his creatures should perish? The discovery of God as a Father, is constantly the turning point in religion. Sup, pose that we should discover some individual, whom we had conceived to be a mere stranger, to be a long-lost parent, how would the indifference of the heart melt into love! And when the soul makes a similar discovery with regard to God, the frost of indifference dissolves, and the heart sur renders itself at once and altogether to his

service."One is your Father, which is

in heaven." To believe this truth, as explained and illustrated by the Gospel; to value it, and to act upon it; is genuine reChrist? then I must love, and trust, and ligion. Is God my reconciled Father in cheerfully and unequivocally serve him. Is this Father in heaven? then I must mingle reverence with affection, and tremble at his

displeasure, even when I repose upon his love. Is One only my Father? then I must oppose no authority to his; I must suffer none to wield his sceptre, or to occupy his throne in my soul: I must "obey God rather than man." Lord, we have too long halted between two opinions. Come, Thou that art the Father of our spirits, come, and dwell in us, and rule in us: wash us with the blood of Atonement; sanctify us by the Spirit of Truth; clothe us in the white robe of the Redeemer's righteousness, and give us at once the adoption and the dispositions of sons, the delightful portion

of those who are admitted to be "heirs of

God, and joint heirs with Christ."

They showed me the Lord on his throne,
All arrayed for the last fatal day:
They spake of his "terrors" alone,

And I shrank from the scene with dismay.
They called him my " Father,” and led

My steps to his altar of grace:
Encouraged, I lifted my head,

And caught the sweet smiles of his face.
My Father!" this bosom of stone
With the tempest of wrath might have

Thy mercy has made me Thine own,
And I long to be with thee in heaven.
Pp. 91-94.

The Morning Meditations, by the author of the Retrospect, are alternately on verses of hymns and texts of Scripture. His style and sentiments are too well known to our readers to need any recom mendation, and many of them will, we doubt not, find this a fa

vourite volume. Several of the
meditations are on the same text of
Scripture, and others are from suc-
'cessive portions of the same chap-
ter. We cannot say much in favour
of the poetry, some of which is
original, and some taken from
works with which we have but
slight acquaintance.

the Works of God, by the same author, are known, it is somewhat surprising that so many years have elapsed before the present work appeared in our language. These Meditations are on given subjects, but do not profess to be founded on any particular passage of Scripture. The following meditation. on the last day of the month in which we write may afford a fair specimen of the author's manner.

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"If ye love me, keep my commandments.” -John, xiv. 15.

AND who can profess to love thee, and refuse or slight this injunction? Alas! there are many such inconsistent and unhappy characters in the outward visible church. Many there are who grasp at the privileges, and abhor the duties of the Gospel. "By grace are ye saved, through faith," is a doctrine inscribed over the entrance-gate of heaven, and deeply written in the beart of every one who had learnt of the Father, and been brought to Christ. But never let it be forgotten,


that it is in our obedience rather than in
our offering of sacrifices, that God is well
pleased. It is not in the extent of our
knowledge, nor by the brilliancy of our
talents, nor in the eloquence of our
tongues, nor in the pomp of our profes-
sion, that heaven is interested.
"herein," says Christ, "is my Father
glorified, that ye bring forth much fruit;
so shall ye be my disciples. (John, xv, 8.)
As an individual, I have no hope of salva-
tion but from and in the mere rich, un-
merited mercy of God dispensed to my
soul on account of what my Lord and Sa-
viour Jesus Christ hath done and suffered.
But can I think lightly of disobedience to
his known commands, or pass over those
Scriptures, or frown on those ministers, who
inculcate that holiness without which no
man is to see the Lord? God forbid! for
well I know that every allowed sin is as a
mountain in my way to heaven, and be-
comes a cloud of darkness on my soul,
obscuring the light of God's countenance,
and depriving me of my scriptural evidences
of an interest in Christ Jesus. Nay, when
I do the things that in my heart I allow
not, I find an additional barrier of thorns
and briars to be surmounted with tears and
crying, and so more and more cause of
bitter.repentance, and an additional clog
on the spirits. It is only in the exercise of
the fruits of the Spirit that can feel or
appear like a child of God.-P. 147.

The Morning Communings with God are translated by Mr. Johnstone from a work of Christopher Christian Sturm; and, considering how generally the Reflections on

́October 31." The Different Recollections of Different Men at the close of the Month.

How can I otherwise than with exultation and thanksgiving come before thee, O Lord, three Persons and one God, now that I am about to pass with the present day over an important stage of my pilgrimage? In a few hours this month also, which composes so considerable a portion of my life, will be at an end. Many of my brethren will perhaps to-day calculate all the advantages and earthly gain which this month hath conferred upon them. The libertine will review, in memory, the pleasures in which he has absorbed and dissipated his time, and invent new intoxi

cations for his reckless heart. The miser will compute the sums which he has collected, and devise new plans for the increase of his treasures, and with these for the multiplication of his cares. The man of learning will congratulate himself on the knowledge which he has acquired through his labour and perseverance; and his spirit, occupied in new researches, will long anxiously after new attainments. And thus each, according to his circumstances and propensities, will seek those ideas which afford to him agreeable recollections. And what can I do better than employ myself with the remembrance of those benefits which the benignant hand of my Preserver has throughout one entire month showered down upon my head, and venerate and praise this beneficent and blessing good


Be praised, O Lord, my Benefactor, for the innumerable multitude of the tokens of thy love with which thou hast enriched me! All was kindness that I received from thee; and those dispensations, which my obscure understanding deemed evil, were pure benefactions. I should undoubtedly be far more hardened, insensible, and lightminded, had I not become wiser through thy humiliations. I thank thee therefore, likewise, on account of the sufferings which I have in this period experienced, and by which I have been rendered more rational and lowly.

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