we push through the prickly bramble; Keeper; the Lord is thy Shade upon mark, it springs back again with increased thy right hand; the sun SHALL NOT Smite tenacity, as if to hinder us from retracing thee by day, nor the moon by night;" our steps; and is not the following on for Israel's Keeper never slumbereth of our enemies at our very heels a bless- "The Lord shall preserve thee from all ing? for they urge our progress, and evil; He shall preserve thy soul: the help to keep our faces Zionward. Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in, from this time forth and even for evermore." We repeat, then, beloved, commit thy way unto the Lord; rest in Him, wait patiently for Him, and it must be well with thee; for it is all heavenly discipline, "working out for us an eternal wright of glory."

Finally, brethren, farewell! Although in a land of enemies, and they press us on all sides, with filial confidence in a covenant-keeping God, and with a calm, trustful, forbearing and forgiving spirit, may we march on to glory, keeping on our way, the eye of faith lifted up "unto the hills, from whence cometh our help." "Our help!" (oh! joyous fact, and source of unceasing consolation), "cometh from the Lord," which made heaven and earth! He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; there's the imprint of it on the Rock of Ages, and ten thousand influences that produce a care-worn life, cannot wear down that indelible imprint. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; moreover, that Rock is the Steppingstone to the land of promise! Cheer up, cast-down one! " The Lord is thy

Since God protects his feeble sheep,
From all surrounding foes;
My soul shall close to Jesus keep,
And follow where He goes.

For who shall hurt the Saviour's friends?
Who lean upon his breast?

To heaven their daily progress tends,
And with Him they shall rest.

There they'll survey the road they trod,
And dangers they have passed;
Kept by the mighty power of God,
And brought to heaven at last!

Birmingham, July 1, 1855.

G. C.

A SUNDAY IN PARIS.

WE wonder not at "the spirit of a holy | True it is, that upon the forenoon, more Paul being stirred in him, when he saw especially, many thousands may be seen the city of Athens wholly given to idol- engaged in a professed form of worship; atry." A like feeling, we conceive, must but of what service were this? The possess every Christian mind in visiting worship of Baal were of equal value. Paris. If one had one's doubts before- There may be the formal crossing the hand as to the propriety of the alliance breast and bowing the knee, but with the French nation, in the present lamentable war, a closer acquaintance with the principles and practices of its people is more likely to deepen than to dispel those doubts.

Waiving the question as to whether it behoved us to interfere in the dispute between Russia and Turkey at all, one cannot but remember that idolatrous invocation of the Virgin with which France entered upon that mighty struggle, the issue of which time alone can decide.

All in connexion with our ally great nation as it is-is in keeping with this one idolatrous act.

In the contemplation of a Parisian Sabbath, the heart sickens. Upon government works, and under government auspices, is to be heard the sound of the workman's hammer upon Sundays precisely as on other days. There is the most shameless and unequivocal casting off the fear of God.

God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found.

The music may charm, and the altar array may dazzle, but to the most superficial observer it is clear, that both priests and people are performing a most heartless service. And this serviceheartless as it is-once over, where were its votaries to be found, but in haunts of gaiety and dissipation? One ceaseless round of pleasure would seem to be the Parisian's aim. Even business would appear but of secondary importance; for, though perhaps two-thirds of the shops are open on the Sabbath, yet would the occupants in some degree at least partake of the common festivities.

With what readiness did one turn out of the pleasure-thronged Avenue des Champs Elysees into the Rue Marbeuf, and there halting at its quiet chapel gates, read the wholesome counsel, "Go

SCRAPS FROM THE LATE REV. W. HEWITSON.

doings or endurings of our own; that we are already and altogether righteous before the throne. This truth is the fountain of joy in the Lord; and joy in the Lord is our strength."

grance of his comforting love, we may render it back to Him in the breathings of joy, love, and thankfulness. When we find the Lord's flowers withering in our hands, we should not vex our souls, as we are apt to do; for He who gave "The gift of Christ to die as a sacrithem is Himself still the same, and we flce, was not more truly and entirely a glorify Him when we rest in Him, and free-will gift of God, than is the gift of the cleave to Him as our portion, even when Spirit to regenerate. It were as easy to we have none of the precious gifts of his make an atonement for our own sins, as comforting grace. Nor should we say, to effect a regeneration of our own hearts. as Satan will tempt us to do, when the He who does not admit the need of a reLord's sweet flowers are all dried and generating Spirit, will soon deny the dead, that we have sinned away our need of an atoning Saviour; that man comforts, and that therefore the Lord has a root of Unitarianism under ground, is now again hiding his face from us. which will ere long sprout and show itHe is now hiding his face, though self above the surface. No man who his flowers be dry; but he would denies the necessity and the freeness of have us be ever going again, through regenerating grace, can possibly have the ever-dropping dews of prayer in right views on the subject of the atonethe Holy Ghost, to knock at his garment." den-gate, and ask him for a fresh gift of his choicest flowers. He withers the flowers we have, that we may always come to him for more. Oh, matchless love of Jesus! He wishes us to come again and again; for He sees of the travail of His soul when we lift up the voice of prayer, and show the countenance of faith and hope before the Lord. "O my dove, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely." Let me give you to-day, Isa. xxxv. It is a bed of sweet flowers in the garden of Jesus. May you get some of them from Jesus himself, all wet with the dews of heaven. Lovely are these flowers of the Lord's, but the Lord himself is altogether lovely.'-With the affectionate regards of an unworthy brother

in the Lord.

"Yours most truly,

"W. H. HEWITSON."

Written in Maderia.

"The good Shepherd often leads his people by a rough and rugged way; but it is the right way. It is a strait and narrow way, and He hedges it up with thorns; for He knows his sheep will be ever wandering. When God's children ask for sweet, He sometimes gives them bitter; but it is because He knows what they require."

Predestination is one of the strongest bulwarks of the believer's faith. It is a most comforting assurance to know, that every step of our way, every circumstance in our life, however minute, has been all ordered and arranged for us by God."

"I will write my law in their hearts.' Ifwe are children of God, the Spirit has written his law in our hearts. Satan may at times appear to have taken possession of the heart, to have set up his throne in it, and to keep, like Belshazzar, a feast there; but, like Belshazzar, too, in the midst of the feast, he descries a handwriting on the wall of that heart, which causes him to tremble."

Scraps from Hewitson.- "I would someJesus is our complete salvation. He times serve the Lord in ways, in which I does not justify, and then leave us to work cannot serve Him. This, I know, how-out our own sanctifiation. He gives all and ever, does not affect my standing before freely. Jesus bought all for us. Jesus God; it is a blessed, never-for-a-moment wrought out all in the twelve hours of to-be-forgotton truth, that our standing his long toilsome day, by his own meriin Christ is entirely independent of any | torious work."

A RESPONSE TO THE APPEAL FOR A BIBLE FUND AT BON. MAHON, BY MEANS OF POSTAGE STAMPS.

A RUN THROUGH PARIS.

on the part of parents or guardians than to entrust the young and unformed to such an atmosphere? We have taken occasion before in these pages to caution our readers upon this principle. We would reiterate that caution. A plea that it is necessary for the due attainment of the language may be urged in extenuation. Away with such an argument. To speak after the manner of men, shall language be obtained at the expense of the immortal interests of your children's never-dying souls? Can a man thrust fire into his bosom, and not be burned? There is everything in Paris to intoxicate the soul. To educate a child there, is, as it were, to place that child upon stilts, that it may take longer strides to perdition. We admit that the language is strong, and that we feel strongly upon the subject. Why? We have before us mentally at this moment a family reduced from comparative affluence to a shade above pauperism; and the cause we trace to the taste given to its youthful members by an education on the continent. We looked not behind the scenes. We saw nothing of its theatres-its ball and concert-rooms-its card-lounges; but, independently of all these, we saw enough in the mere passing through its streets and promenades to feel most thoroughly assured, that Paris is like a vast vortex, into which thousands upon thousands of immortal souls are drawn to their own irremediable ruin.

We have spoken elsewhere of Paris in a religious point of view. We do not, at the same time, overlook what is due to its people, as citizens of the world. It is almost impossible to survey its gaudy palaces-its majestic edifices-its stately streets, without being impressed with the master-mind that gave birth to such gigantic schemes. The man must be a stoic indeed who could pass without admiration through the Tuilleries, and, after surveying its gardens and terraces, walk with indifference through the Avenue des champs Elysees, and stand uninterested beneath the Arc-de-Triomph de l'Etoile. Here is a structure 152 feet in height, 137 feet in breadth, 68 feet in depth, and erected at a cost of £47,280. From the windows of the royal apartments of the Tuilleries, the effect of this most magnificent structure, as seen at the termination of the vast avenue which lies between it and the Palace, is most imposing, Nothing can well exceed the animated scene that the Champs Elysees presents towards evening. One stream of carriages roll on towards the Bois de Bologne, where in the midst of the most lovely plantations, are extensive, artificial lakes. Returning, when the shades of evening have set in, the avenues are lighted up, and the pavilions of the various Cafe-chantants are illuminated; the effect is most dazzling. Thousands are seated in the open air, drinking coffee, uniting in the most animated conversation, or listening to the many professional singers who are engaged by the principals It may be urged, that Paris is not of the varied establishments. Whilst one worse than London; granted: but to cannot but be impressed with the total its contact with Paris, during the last absence of drunkenness in Paris, as stand-ten or fifteen years, we conceive is to be ing in such striking contrast to London, attributed the great increase of what Glasgow, and other large cities, yet it may be termed the more refined vice of must be evident to the most casual ob- London. server, that the scenes at which we took little more than a passing glance, must be most injurious, if not absolutely destructive, to the dwellers among such scenes. In fact, to us it appeared as though the Parisian passed a kind of aerial existence. He knows little, if anything, as far as we can conceive, of the sweets of home; he is a stranger to the attractions of the domestic hearth; and hence he seeks to foster a sort of visionary being, to the maintenance of which he has ample facilities. Can anything, therefore, be more reprehensible

To those intrusted with the immortal interests of the young, we would most seriously and affectionately address these observations. We shall feel that the information we have so recently personally sought, has not been in vain, if so be but a single individual has been brought to pause, ere he or she consigns a child to such imminent peril. If language be such a desideratum, it is to be obtained without such hazards. We know of one establishment for young ladies in a most healthful vicinity near London, conducted admirably. From

his long residence upon the continent, | whose proud ambition tens of thousands our friend and brother, the Rev. W. P. fell victims, now himself helplessly reTIDDY, has, with his family, become per- posing in the solemn stillness of death, fect master of the language. Both proves to demonstration the extreme vaFrench and German are spoken with the nity of all, What a practical comment utmost facility; and his daughter-a does it afford in reference to the present most amiable young person-exceeds in distressing war. Striking indeed have execution all that we ever met as a pianist. been its lessons, inasmuch as not only Of the dangers of the continent we have multitudes fallen, but its ambitious doubt not our brother TIDDY would instigator and more prominent actorsspeak in terms as strong as we have em- the Czar and the generals-in-chief of the ployed, if not more so. Nay, if we several armies. mistake not, his becoming solicitude as a father, was one strong inducement to leave Brussels; and we shall feel glad if these few remarks should draw forth his views upon the subject.

In the centre of the Place and Column Vendome, stands Napoleon's triumphal column. It is formed of 276 plates of metal, derived from 1200 pieces of cannon taken from the Austrians and PrusThe Reader will pardon this digres-sians, and weighing more than 120 tons. sion. Its importance has prompted us. The height of the column is about 140 We will now return to a brief glance at feet, the pedestal is 22 feet high, and 16 some of the objects of interest in Paris. feet wide. The Madeline is a magnificent building. It is decorated with unusual splendour; and, being lighted from the roof by three domed windows, the effect is grand in the extreme upon the sculptures, paintings, and richly gilt walls. The cost of the building is said to be upwards of half a million.

Passing down the Rue Royale, you enter the Place de la Concorde, a site of great historic interest. It occupies a vast space, and is laid out in most princely style. It has been the scene of much bloodshed. In 1770 1,200 were crushed and trampled to death during the fetes given in honour of the marriage of Louis with Marie Antoinette. Upon this spot, in 1793, they were beheaded. And a collision between the troops and the military, proved the signal for the attack upon the Bastile in 1789.

With nothing were we so enchanted, as a work of art, as with the Hotel des Invalides. Description is out of the question. Standing beneath that stupendous dome which took nearly thirty years in constructing, you behold the dazzling splendour of the altar, surmounted by a canopy supported by four columns of black marble, 22 feet in height; and from the peculiar reflection of the sun, the gilded canopy appears like one solid mass of pure gold. In the centre, directly under the dome, is the grand mausoleum of Napoleon. His temporary tomb is seen in a recess a little to the left. Gazing upon this marvellous achievement of art, numberless reflections crowd upon the mind. The recollection that he who was the terror of the nations, and in consequence of

The Church of St. Roch is one of the richest in Paris. In a large niche, at the extreme end, and lighted from an invisible opening above, is a representation of the summit of Mount Calvary, with the crucifixion. imposing.

The effect is remarkably

The Palais de Justice, with its numerous courts of law, is one object well worth seeing. Many of the courts were open, and the pleading was conducted in the most animated way.

The Saint Chapelle is a superb structure. It was built in 1242 by Saint Louis, as a depository for the crown of thorns worn by our Saviour during the crucifixion, a piece of the true cross, the spear-head which pierced his side, and other such relics, which this superstitious monarch had purchased from the the emperor Baldever for two millions of francs." The entire windows of this building are of stained glass, and is surmounted by an elegant spire 70 feet in height, gilded on the exterior to the very top.

At the time of our visit to Notre

Dame, the body of a child, attended by a number of little girls in white, was waiting interment. A priest came forth and mumbled a few sentences, and then the bier was sprinkled by the mourners, and some dozens of spectators, with holy water. The view of Paris from the summit of this ancient structure is very imposing. We counted sixteen bridges over the Seine within a short distance of each other. In the south tower is the famous Bourdon, a great bell weighing 32,000 lbs.; but if the eye does not deceive us, the Great Tom of Lincoln is fully one-half larger.