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ingenious author, whether such a continuance of peace depends so entirely upon this country as he seems ta think? We are of a contrary opinion. Experience conpinces us, that foreign influence and internal treachery are never likely to cease embroiling that country in war, for a long space together.

Mr. Cockburn, who appears to have made politics his favourite study, ventures some opinions as to the state of Europe, which we neither think are well-founded, nor quite consistent with the subject of his enquiry. The present state of Hindostan is considered with more pre. cision and stated with more coolness and accuracy. This part of the dissertation will be read with pleasure and profit. In the second, our author discusses the question of the means of diffusing the light of Christianity through out the eastern world.

Sir William Jones, it is well known, had but faint hopes in any human means, and a living author, Dr. Tennant *, who was one of his Majesty's chaplains in India, has offered very strong reasons indeed for believing, that an attempt to convert the Hindoos is utterly impracticable. Mr. Cockburn, though he admits the difficulty of the task, will not abandon it as impossible to be effected. With considerable ingenuity he avails himself of the ceJebrated fire human causes assigned by Gibbon, for the original propagation of Christianity; and he recommends the application of the same in some degree to the present case.

The universal conduct of Europeans in India is deserv. edly censured, and justly considered as one great obstacle to the circulation of the Christianfaith; which is not likely to gain proselytes, when the lives of its professors are sa yery opposite to its principles and precepts. Mr. Cock: burn recommends that no cadets, or persons employed in the Company's service, should be sent out till they have attained the age of twenty-one, and have been properly educated. As a new seminary is about 10 be established by the Company for this purpose, of which the learned and reverend Mr. Henley is to be president, we hope that the evils here complained of will in a great measure be removed. There is another point mentioned by Mr. Cockburn, which we also wish to see taken up by Go: vernment and the East India Company, and that is the In his Indian Recreations, 2 vols, lately published.

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necessity of a church government in Hindostan. It is surprising that we should have bishops in Canada and Nova Scotia, places so thinly peopled, and none in India, where our establishments are so great, and our dominions so extensive. It is here also recommended to adopt the advice of Sir William Jones, namely, to translate such chapters of the prophets as are indisputably evangelical into Sanscrit and Persian : to which Mr. Cockburn would add some parts of the historical scrip. sures. There are some other judicious observations well deserving attention, and the whole dissertation will abundantly repay the reader for the perusal

POETRY.

Dr. TRAPP'S ADDRESS to YOUNG PERSONS.
D EJOICE, O young man! in thy youth, rejoice,
N But still with innocence: hear nature's voice,
But nature uncorrupt : her law obey,
As subject to reveald religion's sway.
And that (so good and bounteous is thy Lord)
Will much more solid joy, than vice afford:
Only thy sinful appetites restrain;
The thought of death will never give thee pain.
"Tis pain indeed to curb those strong desires,
But greater far to burn in endless fires.
How will that pain by Heayen be overpaid,
By everlasting happiness out-weigh'd,

Nor be thy soul beguild of heay'n's reward,
By present as with future things compar'd.
From a false estimate 'twixt future things
And present, folly, vice, and mis'ry springs.
Of future then we form a notion just,
(And to be bless'd conceive it right we must)
When with the eye of thought and faith we see
What is not yet, but will most surely be.
What's future then is certain ; bliss or woe;
And both as future are eternal too.
Examine well thy present moral state
On that depends thy future endless fate.

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If vicious it be found, close not thy eyes,
Erc thou repent, reform, be good and wise.
This very present hour may prove thy last;
And then all hope and remedy is past.
In fine : let death from vice and sin deter:
The grand result of all determines there.
In every storm thy safety to ensure,
Those two great anchors of the soul secure,
Faith and Repentance: firm supports are they
When ev'ry other fancy'd prop and stay
The more thou leanest sink and slide away.

Think often in thy days of youth and health,
'Midst flattering joys, prosperity, and wealth,
And when with fortune's various troubles cross'd,
What thoughts in Death will please or grieve thee most,
More to be valu’d, as thou then wilt rate,
Is a good conscience, than a good estate.
More terrible is guilt's invenom'd smart,
Than all the pangs that wring the dying heart.

Sin brought forth-death; death lives by sin alone;
The God-man Saviour slew death by his own:
Sin too he slew ; yet both may be reviv'd
In us, tho' he for us both dy'd and liv’d.
Death is by him of power and sting disarm’d;
Nought in itself but a vain phantom arm'd;
An impotent, tho' black and hideous thing ;
But think, I think! sin still gives death a sting.

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ODE, on CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION.

From the Greek.
NOUGH of Pagar idle toys;

Change the strings and raise the voice,
To sacred notes the lyre apply'd,
Hail the King! the crucify'd !
Of wonders thou eternal store !
O what first shall I explore?
Fain would I scan, fain would I tell
Mysteries unspeakable,
By man, 'or spirits bless'd on high,
How the living God could die !
I'll tell of love, to creatures' sight
Fathomless and infinite.
His well-lov'd son the Father chose,
Bleeding ransom for his foes !
I'll sing in lofty strains aloud.
Triumphs of the bleeding God.

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Hell and the grave are captives led,
Death is conquer'd by the dead !
But, hark ! from CALVARY rebounds
Mixture of affrighted sounds,
Loudly echoing from afar,
Of the slain and of the slay'r,
Which wounds my ear! haste quickly fly
To the mountain's top mine eye:
Him, midst the three, expiring, view;
How unlike the other two !
His gentle head he meekly bends,
Wide his sacred arms extends;
The cruel nails, his weight which bear,
Tear him, fastning, while they tear.
This suffer'd, wretched man ! for thee,
Without suff'ring canst thou see?
Thick raise thy groans, thy vesture tear,
Beat thy breast, and rend thine hair;
The tend'rest yearning pangs be thine;
All in purple see him shine,
Not purchas'd from the Tyrian shore,
Dy'd, alas; with dropping gore;
Part by his bleeding temples shed,
From the thorns which pierc'd his head,
Part from the long-drawn furrows flow'd,
Which the twisted scourge has plough'd,
High let thy streams of sorrow rise,
Ope the fountains of thine eyes;
Pour, pour on carth a gushing flood;
Since so lib'ral of his blood,
His vital drops for thee he spares,

Canst thou, mortal! grudge thy tears?
A DYING CHRISTIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE Sexton.

HOME, honest Sexton! take thy spade,

COM

" Your great CREATOR, bids you rise,

And let my grave be quickly made.
I now am come to be thy guest;
Let me in some dark corner rest;
For I am weary full of pain,
And of his pilgrimage complain.

my cold bed secure and deep,
That, undisturb'd my bones may sleep,
Till that tremendous awful day,
When, from above, a voice shall say:
" Awake, ye dead! lift up your eyes;

Then

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Ther, free from this polluted dust,
I hope to reign among the just.de
But, hark,! the bell calls: “ Come away!
I hear it's summons, and obey.
Into thy hands, O Power benign!
The soul thou gav'st me I resign.

NI G H T.

THE clock struck twelve, o'er half the globe

1 Darkness had spread her pitchy robe;
Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,
Treading, as if in fear he trod,
Gentle as dews at even-tide,
Distill'd his poppies far and wide.

AMBITION, who when waking dreams
Of mighty, but phantastic schemes,
Why, when asleen, ne'er knows that rest
With which the humbler soul is blest,
Was building castles in the air,
Goodly to look upon, and fair,
But on a bad foundation laid,
Doom'd at return of morn to fade.

Pale STUDY, by the taper's light,
Wearing away the watch of night,
Sat reading, but, with o'er-chary'd head,
Remember'd nothing that he read.
Starving 'midst plenty, with a faca
Which might the court of famine grace,
Ragged, and filthy to behold,
Grey Av’RICE nodded o'er his gold.
- JEALOUSY, his quick eye half-clos'd,
With watchings worn, reluctant doz'd;
And, mean distrust not quite forgot,
Slumber'd, as if he slumber:d not.
Stretch'd at his length, on the bare ground,
His hardy offspring sleeping round,
Snor'd restless LABOUR; by his side
Lay Health, a coarse, but comely bride.

Virtue, without the doctor's aid,
In the soft arms of sleep was laid,, .
Whilst Vict, within the guilty breast,
Could not be physic'd into rest.

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