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stroke, levelling the whole! Then, and not till then, shall come about that blessed era of which the dear Psalmist spake, when he said, “I shall be satisfied when I awake up in thy likeness.” Oh, what a morning will that be on which to awake! Language utterly fails in its attempt to describe it, and thought itself falls infinitely short of its conception.

But, beloved, in answer to your inquiry, we remark, that the inward and spiritual recognition of a brother or sister in the Lord, is the Lord the Spirit's own work. It was beautifully set forth by the meeting of Mary and Elizabeth, prior to the birth of our Lord. When there is that recognition, that oneness of feeling, that cementing of heart to heart, nothing can dissever the bond, or root the individual out of the affections, though a coldness and formality may, from various causes, steal over the spirit. And, to an observant mind, it will, at times, be a delightful soul-refreshing employ, to watch the inward movements of the heart and mind, towards individuals in whom you seem to discover marks of life. Seriousness and attention under the word, the fallen countenance, the hidden sigh, the trickling tear, the melting frame, the unconscious approbationary smile; all, at times, serve as so many causes to arrest the attention, and to beget a solicitude in another's breast, where personal knowledge is neither experienced nor desired. One we know sat barren and lifeless under the word ; looking around to see how others fared, he beheld a young man sedate and ardent. “And what brings you here?” thought the former, “what pleasures, what profit are here presented to you? What are your cares, your sorrows-what the peculiar exercises under which you, from day to day, are called to pass ?-Lord, bless that man; support and comfort him ; and, whatever be his trials, however numerous his difficulties, bring him through.” Not a word was exchanged either with him or with others respecting him; but, not many weeks after, this same young man, still a regular and becoming attendant at a chapel near one of the London universities, was met in the streets in his occupation as a hackney-coachman! and God bless him with many a good fare, and, by-and-by, himself convey him home, in his own chariot, to the realms of everlasting rest!

If this, dear correspondent, be love-if this be confidence in the brethren_if this be the inward witnessing of the Spirit, unfelt, unknown by the world; God give you and us much of it, and keep our minds from quibbling with those who, from ignorance, or in a spirit of scepticism, would undersap the very foundation of a believer's joy in his union with the brethren.-ED.]

CORRESPONDENCE OF THE LATE YOUTHFUL

H. A. HARRIS.

LETTER X. MY DEAR FRIENDS,

I little thought, when I left you last Sunday evening, that I should so soon be brought to feel the hand of affliction; but, at the same time, I must acknowledge the kind hand of the great Physician. My complaint has affected my head, and, in addition to this, my memory is so bad that! cannot recollect for three minutes together what I do or say, neither can 1 connect my thoughts for anything. My doctor says my head must be shaved; I do not mind this, I am only perplexed what colour my wig shall be. I am certainly better, for I went to the chapel next door this morning; but I felt so faint and ill that I could scarcely walk there. I often think of you—how could I forget ? Still, I trust, with all my weakness of body and of mind, I have a dearer and a far superior friend in Jesus Christ the Saviour

And, though I have him oft forgot,

His lovingkindness changes not.”

While he brings my body low, my soul would rise to his embrace ; and, filled with his love, bask in the radiant sunshine of his glorious face. How sweet to have even a little hope in the mediation of Emmanuel. I fain would love him and adore him more, and give him the preeminence in my affections, but I cannot; he must (oh, may he !) take it. So particularly is my head affected, that I am unable to think even on him, and yet, if he would, he could fix my thoughts, my every desire upon himself; i should be happy, and he be all in all. Pray for me, my dear friends, that this affliction may be sanctified--that I may be as gold seven times purified; affliction is not worth much if it be not blessed. My mind is in an evening-time state-neither light nor dark; oh for a beam of peace from the brightness of the Sun. I have a desire to see his face, which, I trust, earth or hell,' or life or death, shall never be able to take away. I would touch the hem of his garment, and hear him say, “ Thy sins are forgiven;" I trust they are, and Jesus is mine; this is an honour this is happiness unspeakable and divine. My body is weak, but not so weak as it will be when that LONG-DESIRED time shall come when my soul shall be upon the borders of the inheritance of the saints in light; when I shall meet you at the feet of Jesse's root-che Bright and Morning Star. Dear Saviour ! dear Redeemer ! he indeed is worthy, and he shall be praised. Pray that I may enjoy his gracious presence, and be with him within the veil to praise him for his love and mercy, his blood-shedding and his death, which is the foundation of my hope, the object of my little faith. Grace, mercy, and peace be poured upon you from on high by that blessed Spirit by whom we live, and move, and have our (spiritual) being. And, if we never meet again below, oh may nur souls, united to each other and the Lord, meet in the kingdom of our Father, to part no more for ever. I remain, my beloved friends,

Your affectionate Castle Street, Reading.

HARRY.

EDITORIAL REVIEWS.

Sighs and Songs of a Pilgrim. Consisting of Hymns and Poems, with

reflections in prose, written during the last year of the Author's life. By the late HENRY FOWLER, Minister of the Gospel at Gower Street Chapel. London : sold by his Widow, 17, Woburn Buildings, Tavistock Square; or by Groombridge, Panyer Alley, Pater

noster Row, Pp. 116, price 1s. HENRY FOWLER! a messenger of blessed memory, sent forth by the eternal Spirit! Commonly, as a weary benighted pilgrim, he began his discourses with a sigh, and ended them with a song. Constitutionally the subject of great mental depression, he was, probably, the better enabled to trace the poor exercised ones of the Lord's family down into the various windings and intricacies of a deep and heart-felt experience. With the skill of a well-tutored anatomist would he probe the wound, search into the malady, and then, with the knowledge of an experienced physician, point out the remedy. Thus, by a long and faithful ministry, he endeared himself to the hearts of many, in whose affections he did live, and in whose remembrance he does, and ever will continue, to exist.

sent for, to whom he said, “I sent for you to tell you that I have had a glimpse of the waters, and I have seen God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, and they have testified with my soul. Hallelujah! hallelujah! hallelujah! Amen." When it was intimated that he might still recover, he expressed horror at the idea, saying, “ I know it would only be to commit more sin against my God.” The minister engaged in prayer, and when about to leave the room, he called him back, and requested that he would pray to God that his wife might be supported for another day. Very late this same evening, his friend William was sent for, who helped him out of bed, as he had become very restless ; he placed him near a table to lean his head, when he thus began to speak, " The precious blood of Christ! the precious blood of Chrisť! the precious blood of Christ! The cleansing blood of Christ! the cleansing blood of Christ! the cleansing blood of Christ! The peace-speaking blood of Christ ! Christ, my All in all! my Lord and my God! Why are thy chariot-wheels so long in coming? I long to be with thee; I am waiting to behold thy face in glory." He then became quite exhausted. After waking out of a doze, he said, “I have been hearing my passing bell ;' and awhile after he said, The angels are round about my bed, waiting for me; but the time is not yet come.”

On the morning of his decease, he said to his daughter, in dreadful agony, This is the finger of death ;" and, with his arms lifted up, exclaimed, Eternal, eternal, eternal Lord God, my Father!” He paused a little, and, in a very loud voice, cried out, “ Get out of the room! get out of the room! and let me die in peace!” He paused again for a while, and then said, “ Thou art not doing wrong, Lord ; thou art not doing wrong, Lord. Amen, amen !" Again he paused, and then cried out, “ William, another struggle, another struggle, and all will be well!” He again lifted up his hands, and exclaimed, “ Glory, glory, glory!” Again he paused, and, afterwards, in great agony, said, "Cursed, cursed, cursed man! cursed flesh !” William perceived he became weaker and weaker, and was saying something in a very low tone, and on listening attentively, heard him saying, “A precious, precious, precious Christ! I am going to my Jesus!” He again became very restless, and began repeating,

66. Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise."". He then asked William, “ Is not life gone yet? Hard fighting ; one more struggle, and all will be over.” After another severe attack of pain, he repeated,

" He saw me ruined in the fall,

Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all.?" In attempting to say more, nature failed; but, in a few minutes afterwards, asked if the minister were there; “ If he be," he added, " we will conclude the conflict with praise." The last words he was heard to repeat were, " Hold thou me up, and I shall be safe ;” and then soon fell asleep in Jesus, on the 30th day of April, 1839.

And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours ; and their works do follow them(Rev. xiv. 13).

LETTER TO A “PROFESSED” MINISTER, ON THE IM

PROPRIETY OF ENDEAVOURING TO ESTABLISH A CREATURE-RIGHTEOUSNESS.

DEAR SIR,

Having had the opportunity of attending your ministration on the evening of the last Lord's day, and finding many things in your discourse that call for the serious attention of all those to whom the Gospel of Christ is precious, I trust you will pardon the liberty I have now taken to address you in much affection, and I would hope with that sincerity which the subject demands.

St. Paul's admonition is, “Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines ;' and his exhortations on these points are numerous, and cannot be needed more than in the present Christ-despising day. But, without enlarging with any preliminary remarks, my object, at this time, is to prove that the doctrine you then set forth to your congregation was and is “strange doctrine;" inasmuch as it is not recognised by the word of God, but rather repugnant thereto. The main object and design of a preached Gospel, are to exalt Christ and debase the sinner; to magnify the grace of God in opposition to the pharisaical pride of human nature. Now, I ask, was your sermon, on this occasion, tending to such a result as this ? Far from it. On the contrary, the name of Christ Jesus, in whom are treasured up all wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption ; for “there is no other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved ;” this adorable Person, I say, who his Head and Husband of his body, the church-who is the Alpha and Omega-who is the sum and substance of the whole Gospel --who is All in all, God blessed for ever-was entirely disregarded and kept in the back ground; while creature-holiness was exalted, and the “filthy rags ” of man's supposed righteousness formed the prominent feature of your discourse, I need scarcely advert to the text and subject-matter of your preaching at that time; as, from the observations I have already made, it will, doubtless, be brought to your recollection, that the words you then chose to speak from were, “Enoch walked with God, and he was not, for God took him” (Gen. v. 24).

Before I proceed any farther, I would solemnly inquire, to what purpose was this Scripture recorded ? Was it for the purpose of eulogising, as you then did, the piety of Enoch, or, in short, of any created being of the posterity of Adam ? or, is it not rather made mention of for the exaltation of the grace of God manifested on that individual, and the whole church of God as they stand in union with the Redeemer ? Enoch walked with God, yet God caused him to walk; he had no strength in himself to walk well-pleasing with God; his piety did not originate in nature's garden (as you yourself confessed), but was the fruit of God's grace implanted in his heart. Then let God alone be exalted, not Enoch, or Lot, or other pious characters, as you termed them. Let his almighty grace have the pre-eminence, not the creature's piety, which is the result of that grace; let him that glorieth, therefore, glory only in the Lord.

Before I dismiss these few brief observations, let me turn your attention to the oracles of God's word, which, in a moment, throw to the ground all supposed holiness in the creature. Does David, for instance, extol creaturepiety? No: he says, when speaking of the praises of God, “I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only” (Psalm lxxi, 16). Does

Those who loved him will be glad with the relic now before us, which contains a summary of his last year's experience. Take his own language in respect to it, wherein he addresses his readers by way of preface, scarcely five months before his release

“ The following pieces were mostly written during the winter of 1837-8. I was in deep affliction, both in body and mind, and, according to my painful or joyful frames, so have I written ; this, perhaps, is my last publication: I have good reason to think so. The pins of my poor tabernacle are loosened, and every thing around me seems to say, Be ready. I am not anxious to live, nor under any fearful apprehensions of death. Jesus is death's conqueror : he has made that enemy my friend. I have done nothing for God that I can boast of; but he has done much for me ; and I hope he has done something by me for poor sinners. To his name be all the glory. If, reader, you receive any benefit from the perusal of this little volume, give God all the glory; for shame and confusion of face belong to

HENRY FOWLER.” Read also “The Beggar's Plea,” pp. 40 and 41, as a specimen of the work,

THE BEGGAR'S PLEA. A limping beggar Lord, once more Command and make my darkness flee, Has ventured to approach thy door ; That in thy light I light may see. Regard my prayer, mercy's my plea, Nor send me empty, Lord, away.

Then shall I with sweet pleasure tell

To thy dear saints, that all is well ; Where should I go, but unto thee? Commend thy love, and spread thy fame, To what sure refuge can I flee?

Thy richest grace, and precious name. I'm lost and ruin'd by the fall, But sinners, Lord, thou cam'st to call.

Lord, I would still a beggar be,

With my last breath I'd call on thee; Sins and temptations me annoy,

But if delays my faith must try, And rob me of my peace and joy ; Help me with patience till I die. No arm but thine can lift me up,

Then with thine arms embrace me round, Dispel my fears, and give me hope.

And land me safe on Canaan's ground; I am undone without thy grace ;

There with thy saints my notes I'll raise, Pity, O Lord, my desp'rate case : And sing eternally thy praise.

Alas! I once thought that in process of time I should be elevated above a beggar's life ; but find, year after year, that I must be a beggar still : “begging mercy every hour.” O it is a blessed life to live a beggar's life, after all! Nothing in hand; but something in hope.* Well, the manna was to be gathered every day by God's command, except on the Sabbath. This was to teach us, poor pilgrims in the wilderness, that we must learn to live dependent on the providence and goodness of God all the days of our pilgrimage in this world. Christ put this prayer into the mouths of his disciples, “ Give us this day our daily bread." But man's very nature is contrary to God in all things, and would sooner trust a poor fallible mortal, than the faithful God of Israel, with whom is no variableness."

We heartily recommend the work.

Calvin's Commentrry on the Epistle to the Hebrews, translated from the

Latin, by a beneficed Clergyman of the Church of England. London:

Cornish and Co., Newgate Street. Pp. 197. 2s. 6d. The preface alone, giving as it does, in concise terms, the character of John Calvin, is worth the money.

• Mark the expression, reader! Faith more resembles a commission-agent that is supplied by another, than a merchant that vends from his own stock.-Ed.

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