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Sketches of Sermons, preached to congre-, Sacred Lyrics. By James EDMESTON,
gations, in various parts of the United second set. London, Holdsworth, Kingdom, and on the European Conti- | 1821, 12mo. 3s. 6d. bds. nent ; furnished by their respective Authors. Second edition, Vol. I. Lon We gave some account of the former don: Holdsworth, 1821, about 200 set of Mr. Edmeston's Lyrics, in our pages, 12no. pr. 4s. bds.
fifth volume, page 245; and, if the We are quite unable to account for
reader will take the trouble of referring
to the article, he will find, that we then the fact, of the first edition of this work having entirely escaped our notice; but,
predicted the author's rising reputation
with the friends of sacred poetry. In we find, upon enquiry, that the whole
the little volume before us, he has impression was disposed of in less than
redeemed the pledge of excellence with six months. And, when we consider
which he commenced his poetic career. that it is a publication calculated rather
We confess, that his muse is a great for the use of ministers and students in
| favourite with us : for, while by no theology than for general readers, we
means deficient in the powers of inthink the public may safely admit it as
vention and melodious cadence, she is a proof of its merit. In an exceedingly
chaste-she is elegant- she is pawell written Preface of about a dozen
thetic. We have not the pleasure of pages, the important ends designed to be answered by public preaching, and
| knowing Mr. Edmeston personally; the doctrines which should form the
but, he appears to us, as amiable in his
| domestic relations, as he is respectable basis of a minister's pulpit addresses, are stated with great clearness and pre
for his talents. Who, for instance, can cision. And, this is followed by some
read the following Elegy, without feelexcellent observations on the most
ing attached to the writer ? useful method of composing sermons, with cautions against the more promi
To the Memory of a Sister, nent faults in modern preachers. In.
Fair prison of earth's fairest clay,
Thy chains are burst, thy bars are broken, deed, the whole of this Preface is very And i, with mingled grief, survey valuable, and highly deserving the at
Each silent mark, each icy token. tention of young ministers, on which
Thy cheek is fixed, thy brow is bare, account we strongly recommend it to
Thy lips are pale, tbine eye is faded : them. It indicates, throughout, the Yet never seemed that face so fair, hand of a master in Israel. The volume
Though bowered in locks that fancy braided. comprises the outlines of fifty sermons,
Pleasure and health attract the view, on a great variety of subjects, both Life lights the eye, and gives it splendor;
But death can shed a softer hue, doctrinal and practical, after the plan of
A smile more sweet, a grace inore tender, Simeon's Skeletons. Each sermon occupies from three to four closely printed And while upon thy face I gaze, pages, including a pertinent exordium
Where once the Hash of pleasure lightned,
My memory turns to other days, to each discourse-an illustration of the And pictures hours that thou hast brightened, doctrine contained in the text-and this is followed by an application or im
Percbance, the smile I loved to trace
May give one day a better greeting, provement of the subject. The volume
And beam upon tby brother's face abounds with judicious hints and per A welcome to a deathless meeting. tinent reflections, which cannot fail to
And thou, sweet Spirit! now set free, be exceedingly useful to such as are Afar from all that love encumbers, called to labour in the word and doc I must, must weep-yet envy thee
Thy place among the ransomed numbers, trine. · We shall be glad to see it fol. lowed up by several others of equal
1 loved thee-yes, bear witness here value. Though we do not pledge our
Thou heart, that felt how hard to sever;
I love thee still, in death more dear, selves for the correctness of every sen
Parted awhile, but not for ever! timent contained in the sermons, we can truly say, that we have hitherto Tby grief, thy bitterness, is o'er, seen no work of the kind that so fully
Pardoned thy sin, and healed thy sorrow,
And not one cloud shall hoyer more neets our own views of excellence,
Across thine everlasting morrow ! We repeat it, that young ministers may derive great assistance from this little vo Then far be grief I will not mourn;
Why should I view thy gain with sadness ? lume, on the plan and composition of their
I felt a pang when thou wast torn, Sermons; but, we should not approve of
But love hath melted it to gladness! their working these sketches up by wholesale.
wtby est torn, ess!
There are several charming pieces remarkably pathetic and touching; and in the present volume, which we would must have put the preacher's feelings gladly lay before our readers, could we to a severe test. We can only say, that afford room for them. The concluding the reading of them was niore than we one is an Ode to the New Year, from could accomplish, without a pause for which we must quote a few stanzas, as the purpose of repressing ours. applicable to the moment of our publication.
The Work and Reward of the faithful The New Year, 1821.
Pastor; the substance of a Discourse When the Memory turns to gaze
occasioned by the death of the Rev. Over all that yet has been,
Thomas Williams, late Pastor of the
Congregationul Church, Haggerston,
near London, BY GEORGE EVANS ; to If some moments, here and there, Were in better use employed,
which is added a Memoir of his Life : They bloom like spots of verdure fair
London, Westley, Stationer's Court; In the wide and sterile void.
and Offor, Tower Hill, 1821. pp. 24. Ever as the beains appear
“I cannot conclude this Memoir," With a coronet of flowers :
says Mr. Evans, “ without declaring that Then we think, as moments fly
I have never known a more disinter-
ested, or more laborious servant of Jesus All its burden shall sustain.
Christ, than THOMAS WILLIAMS.”
This is certainly high praise; but far
be it from us to question its justness. And the song that, as it springs,
We had not the pleasure of knowing Hails the New Year's natal day;
Mr. Williams, even by report; but we Mourns o'er days of useless flight,
know Mr. Evans, and are very sure that Hopes the coming hours to seize; When shall Conscience cease to write
he would not publish to the world, what Vows but made to break like these! he did not believe to be true. He is
himself, both a laborious and a disinterested servant of Christ, and he has
given proof of it in the present public Joyful Anticipations: a Sermon occasioned cation, all the proceeds of which are
by the Death of Mrs. Sloper, and preached for the benefit of the widow and children:" Lord's-day Evening, Nov. 4, 1821. By his own church having, as we are told, SAMUEL Sleigh, Salisbury; Printed with a liberality, which does them great and sold by Westley, Stationer's- credit, defrayed all the expenses of pubcourt, pp. 56, pr. 1s.
lication. The text is, Rev. ji. 10. *. Be
thou faithful unto death, and I will give The name of Sloper, will recall to thee a crown of life;" and the sermon the recollection of many of our readers, discusses, the Work and the Reward of a respectable minister of the gospel, a faithful Pastor--the former as, benewho, we are sorry to say, is by a very ficial in its nature and tendency-difbereaving providence, left a widower, ficult in its performance, and most imwith four infant children, to bewail the portant in its results, having the glory loss of a most amiable wife and mother, of God, and the happiness of man for taken away from them, in the very its object-the reward, a crown of life, spring-time of life, after a union of a an eternal inheritance in the heavens. few years. Mr. Sleigh was called upon The circumstances attending Mr. Wilby the family to improve the mournful liams's death, are exceedingly ahecting : occurrence, in a sermon, from Rev. xxi. at breakfast with his family, he was 25. in which the heavenly rest is con- scalded in a dreadful manner, by the templated as a state of knowledge, overturning of a coffee-pot! The acpurity, glory, and joy. The concluding cident brought on erysipelas, and fever, part of the sermon furnishes an in- under which he languished eight weeks, teresting account of the state of Mrs. and died Oct. 4th 1821, at the age of Sloper's mind during her last illness, fifty-eight, leaving a widow and seven and of her noble triumph over the last children, three of whom, with their moenemy. Several of the incidents are ther, are unprovided for. We have said enough to shew our readers that they | equally entertaining, in its way, with cannot easily bestow a shilling more that which annually attracts so many churitably, than in the purchase of this thousands to Somerset Ilouse. Həre Sermon, and the latter will abundantly are birds, shells, and insects, all painted recompense them for the slender sacri- after nature, by the first masters; flower fice they are called to make. May God pieces, almost equal to Van Huysum's; comfort the widow's drooping heart, spirited sketches of men, eminent for and, in due time, provide for the sus- their virtue or their talents; humorous tenance of both herself and her off and grotesque scenes of olden time: spring!
lively and piquant anecdotes, and the whole is full of "ancient saws and mo
dern instances”-the said gallery being Time's Telescope for 1822, or the Astro- tastefully ornamented, and the pictures
nomer's, Naturalist's, Botanist's, and intertwined with some of the choicest · Historian's Guide throughout the year : Howers that are continually dropping : with an Introduction, containing the from the garlands of the Muses. In
Outlines of Conchology, and a coloured this amusing book, all nature, and every plate of Shells. London, .Sherwood, day in the year, is laid under contribu
Neely, and Jones, pp. 12mo. pr. 9s. tion, and does not fail to produce some · We cannot better introduce this vo
| instructive or pleasing subject.
The principal, and indeed we may lume to our readers, than by laying
say, almost the only objectionable thing before them, the first paragraph of the
which we have noticed about this voCompiler's own preface, which is as
lume is, that it is so liberal of its details follows:
respecting the Saints of the Romish church. “It is the peculiar object of this annual
What boots it to us who Saint Aguthu compendium of Physico-Theology to
was, or Saint Alphege, or Baise, or show that the BOOK OF NATURE is only po
Britius, Chad, Denys, or fifty others to be studied to advantage by the aid of
here chronicled. It is surely high time parallel passages in the Book of REVE
that we had done with this trumpery, LATION-that “stars teach as well as
which no sensible person can reflect shine;"—that “all beasts and birds, all
upon without feeling the blush of confishes and insects, are for food to us,
scious shame, that they should ever and for ornament, for instruction, for
have been dignified by being associated variety, and wonder, and for religion;"
with the records of our country. We that whether we wander through the
cannot suspect the Editor of an attachdaisied meadow, or by the shell-strewn
menť to popery-he displays too supeborders of the ever-rolling ocean, we
rior a mind to allow of that. He may every where discover evidence of a
tell us, indeed, that our excellent Church Deity that the flowers which adorn, lof England. think's proper to “observe and the fruits which enrich, every suc- lovos
days” appropriated to the memory of cessive season, indicate alike the wise these saints and Saintesses: but we dom and the beneficence of the Creator; I should
tor; should think her quite as excellent, if that every blade of grass has a moral
she did no such thing! meaning; and, in short, that all may,
The last article in the volume, is enif they will take the pains, or rather the titled " The Complaint of the dying pleasure of searching,
year,” attributed to Dr. Henderson, the Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, I well known Missionary. and author or Sermons iu stones, and good in every thing.
“Travels in Iceland.” We cannot make « Choice specimens of Biography and room for the whole of it, but a specimen Anecdote, gleaned from the rich harvest
our readers shall have. field of the great reaper Time, and intertwined with the everlasting flowers” "I am,” said he, “the son of old father of Poesy, as usual, form the ornamental Time, and the last of a numerous progeny; parts of the table on which our “ Feast for he has bad no less than five thousand of Reason” is displayed.”
eight hundred and seventeen of us; but it We have seldom met with a more
has ever been his fate to see one child agreeable parlour-window book than
expire before another was born. It is the
opinion of some, that his own constitution this; it is a complete picture gallery, l is beginning to break up, and that, when presenting subjects for every taste; and, l he has given birth to a hundred or two more as there is a fresh exhibition of pictures of us, bis family will he complete, and they every year, Time's Telescope becomes he himself will be no more.
« Here the Old Year called for his ac- | roses, and sparkling in sunbeams, and laid count book, and turned over the pages with up a store of costly ornaments for her a sorrowful eye. He has kept, it appears, luxuriant successors: But I cannot stop an accurate account of the moments, mi- to enumerate the good qualities and graces nutes, hours, and months which he has is- of all my children. You, my poor Decemsued, and subjoined, in some places, me-ber, dark in your complexion, and cold in morandums of the uses to which they have your temper, greatly resemble my firstbeen applied, and of the losses he has sus. | born, January, with this difference, that tained. These particulars it would be be was more prone to anticipation, and tedious to detail, and perhaps the recollec- you to reflection, tion of the reader may furnish them as well “If there should be any, who, upon or better; but we must notice one circum- | hearing my dying lamentation, may feel stance; upon turning to a certain page in regret that they have not treated me more bis accounts, the old man was much affect. kindly, I would beg leave to hint, that it is ed, and the tears streamed down his fur- yet in their power to make some compenrowed cheeks as he examined it. This was sation for their past conduct, by rendering the register of the forty-eight Sundays me, during my few remaining days, as much which he had issued ; and which, of all the service as is in their power; let them teswealth he had to dispose of, has been, ittify the sincerity of their sorrow by an appears, the most scandalously wasted. immediate alteration in their behaviour. It "These,” said he, “were my most precious would give me particular pleasure to see gifts. I had but fifty-two of them to be my only surviving child treated with resstos. Alas! how lightly bave they been pect: let no one slight herf offerings; she esteemed! Here, upon referring back to has a considerable part of my property certain old memorandums, he found a long still to dispose of, which, if well employed, list of vows and resolutions, which had a will turn to good account. Not to mention particular reference to these fifty-two Sun the rest, there is one precious Sunday yet in days. This with a mingled emotion of grief her gift; it would cheer my last moments to and anger, he tore into a bundred pieces, know that this had been better prized than and threw them on the embers, by which he | the past. was endeavouring to warm his shivering “ Having thus spoken, the Old Year fell limbs.
back on his couch, nearly exhausted, and “I feel, however," said he, “more pity trembling so violently as to shake the last than indignation towards these offenders, shower of yellow leaves from his canopy. since they were far greater enemies to Let us all hasten to testify our gratitude themselves than to me. But there are a for his services, and repentance for the few outrageous ones, by whom I have been abuse of them, by improving the remaining defrauded of so much of my substance, that days of his existence, and by remembering it is difficult to think of them with patience, the solemn promises we made him in his particularly that notorious thief Procras youth." tination, of whom every body has heard,
How swiftly pass our years! apd who is well known to have wronged
How soon their night comes on!
A train of hopes and fears, my venerable father of much of his pro
And human life is gone! perty. There are also three noted ruffians,
See the fair SUMMER now is past! Sleep, Sloth, and Pleasure, from whom I The foliage late that clad the trees, have soffered much; besides a certain busy Stript by the equinoxial blast,
Falls, like the dewdrops in the breeze. body called Dress, who, under pretence of making the most of me, and taking great
Cold WINTER hastens on!
Fair Nature feels his grasp; care of me, steals away more of my gifts
Weeps n'er all her beauties gone, than any two of shem.
And sighs their glory past ! “As for me, all must acknowledge that So, Lipe, thy Sumner soon will end, I have performed my part towards my
Thine Autumn too will quick decay, friends and foes. I have fulfilled my ut
And Winter come, when thou shalt bend
Within the tomb to mould away. most promise, and been more bountiful |
But Summer will return, than many of my predecessors. My twelve
In all her beeuties dressed! fair children have, each in their turn, aided |
Nature shall rejoice again, my exertions; and their various tastes had
And be by man caresseu! 1 dispositions have all conduced to the gene
But, oh! Life's summer passed away, ral good. Mild February, who sprinkled
Can never, never hope return!
Cold winter comes, with cheerless ray, the naked boughs with delicate buds, and
To beam upon its dreary urn! brought her wonted offering of early flowers,
Then may we daily seek was not of more essential services than that
A mansion in the skies, rude blustering boy, March, who, though
Where Summers never cease, violent in his temper, was well-istentioned
And glory never dies!
There an eternal SPRING shall bloom, and useful.- April, a gentle tender-hearted
With joys as vast as angels' pow'rs! girl, wept for his loss, yet cheered me with And thrice ten thousand harps in tune many a smile. June camę crowned with Shall praise the love that made it ourse
Beligious and Literary Intelligence.
The merits of the Inquisition, is a, character of the age to which it belongs, subject now so generally understood in accoinmodates himself to those which have this country, and so fully appreciated. | recently acquired esteem, expecting neverthat it is needless for us to say anything
theless that others will take their place in by way of elucidating it: and were the
future ages. Such is the vicissitude of hu
man affairs. Let us not wonder then if the case otherwise, it may be sufficiently
same actions, which in one age were deemascertained from the last of the Speeches
ed worthy of crowns and rewards, are afterwhich we are about to lay before our wards punished upon the scaffold; or if on readers. The abolishing of this dread the contrary, those which weje reputed ful engine of Papal despotism, in Por- | crimes, are to-day considered virtues. Totugal, may be regarded as one of the leration is, then, an attribute of the reflectmost inemorable occurrences of the ing mind, for no man should be so rash and year 1821. The daily journals have presumptuous as to suppose, that his works, communicated some interesting infor.
however accredited they may be, shall premation respecting it but the two fól
serve in future ages the same degree of
respect, and admiration. That at the time lowing Speeches, which were delivered
when the Holy Office, and the Inquisitions by members of the Cortes, when the
were introduced, the Inquisition existed de question for its abolition came under facto in every country, is a truth of which discussion in that assembly, have never we cannot doubt, What the Inquisitors yet been presented to the eye of the did in one country, the parliaments, triEnglish reader. They were transmitted bunals, and magistrates, practi
ctised every to us by an intimate friend, who has where; for this was the spirit of the age. resided in Lisbon during the last dozen
Wars, and religious persecutions, had paved years, and who has been at the trouble
the way long before-hand for this manner of translating them from the Portuguese
of thinking. Can we forget, what utider
different denominations, happened in those expressly for this journal. Edit.
countries which we criticised as barbarous,
because we preserved the Inquisition ? SPEECII OF JOAO MARIA SOARES
Can we forget the massacre on the day of CASTELLO BRANCO, (late Inquisitor
Saint Bartholomew, in France--that nation General, in Portugal), now one of the
reputed the most polished in Europe? Was
not that an Inquisition: If this EstablishDeputies of the Cortes, at the Session of
ment has existed in Portugal, it is because the Cortes on the 24 March, 1821.
(let us not be ashamed to avow it, for it is 6 I have listened to all that has been said notorious), it is because, among us the prowith respect to the Holy Office; and though I gress of the human mind has been slower. I can only bear testimony to my own time, / We have seen, notwithstanding, that our I must nevertheless offer some remarks on | Inquisition had imbibed the character of that Establishment.
the age, accommodating itself to the public. “There exists, doubtless, the principle of Institutions. Nor would I ever lend myselt reason, which ought to correct the actions to be the Minister of such horrors, if they and thoughts of man. Reason which is his existed, and would rather beg my bread most essential attribute, and which ought to than become exposed to those acts wbich guide him according to the principles of strike me with horror! [The feelings of justice engraved on his heart; but unhap the speaker, on uttering these words, were pily reason ifself turns dumb in the midst so overpowered, that he burst into tears.] of the passions, and the human imagination, Let us not blame the Inquisition: let us ever fertile in chimeras, commonly substi. | blame the spirit of the age; let us blame tutes in its place, fantastical ideas, which our own folly, because there is nothing of men's interest, and custom, render sacred | which man is not capable when his pasand respectable, until other new ones oc sions advise and betray him. How many cupy the place of the former. The philo Institutions still exist among us, which cus sopher, however, contemplating with some tom or the law make respectable, and which impartiality the institutions of every time future ages will regard perhaps as foolishi and age, examining them with equal im. Yet when I examine philosophically all partiality, but recognizing in them the that surrounds us, I am as certain that the same origin, distinguishing in each the will happen in future ages, as that two ang