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which the Protestants hurt, but do not torment, and after which they are no more seen. We extract the comment upon the 12th verse.

"V. 12. One wo is past.' The period of 300 years assigned to the power of the locusts being expired, St. John then adds, one wo is past.' Before the angel sounded the fifth trumpet, see p. 169, three woes were pronounced to follow the sounding of the three last trumpets, namely, fifth, sixth, and seventh. And now the prophet tells us, that the first of these woes, which was announced by the fifth trumpet, is past. This wo, therefore, is the calamity occasioned by the swarm of locusts. I leave it to the reader to deter mine, whether the breaches and desolations made in the Church of Christ, as we have seen by the Reformation, be not a truly dismal wo, and worse than any part that has happened in the foregoing ages. Some part of this wo must also be referred to the convulsions that happened in different countries, particularly in France; and the impious attacks made there upon religion, as explained above.

"When one reflects, that of the three hundred years allowed to the reign of the locusts, there remain only fifty or fifty-five to run, one cannot but wish, with an earnest heart, that the people represented by those insects would enter into a serious consideration of that circumstance.

"What a happiness! if, during this short remaining interval, some part of them at least would submit to see their errors, and the great mischief that has been done to the Church by their revolt against it. It is full time to lay down all animosity against their ancient mother, think of a reconciliation, and ask to be received again into her bosom. She is an indulgent parent, and her arms are always open, even to her rebellious children, when they come in tears to implore her forgiveness. They should be sensible, that Christ is not only the protector of his beloved Spouse, the Church, but also the avenger of the injuries done to her. This power he has frequently exerted. The four preceding ages furnish us with the most evident proofs of it, under the respective four Vials of the wrath of God. She was revenged in the punishment of her persecutors, the Roman Emperors, in the first age. The Arians, who impugned her faith and harrassed her cruelly in the second age, felt

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also the avenging hand of the Son of God, whom with his Church they had blasphemed: after sore calamities, they were doomed to sink into annihilation. The third age exhibited to us a most conspicuous exertion of the two-edged sword of Christ, in the destruction of the cruel idolatrous Romans, for their having spilt the blood of his and his spouse's children. The fourth age was distinguished by the punishment of the Greeks, for their rebellion against the same Church; and the world still sees them groaning under slavery for their inflexible obstinacy. Such having been the conduct of the Supreme Guardian of his Church through the course of all the Christian ages, is it not an object of consideration highly interesting to the Protestants, lest some such disaster should also be their fate? The Saviour of mankind waits with patience for the return of his strayed sheep, but their obstinacy at last forces his hand to strike.

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"Unhappy children of the Reformation! Refuse not to hear the wholesome advice of the Prophet Isaiah: Seek ye the Lord while he may be found; call upon him while he is near.' iv. 6. Hear the voice of God speaking to Israel, and make the application: Return: O Virgin of Israel return to these thy cities.' Jerem. xxxi. 21. And again, Be converted, O house of Israel, and do penance for all your iniquities: and iniquity shall not be your ruin. Cast away from you all your transgressions, by which you have trausgressed, and make to yourselves a new heart and a new spirit; and why will you die, O house of Israel? For I desire not the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord God; return and live.' Ezek. xviii. 30, 31, 32. But if deaf to all admonitions, they continue hardened in their own way, what remains to be done but to lament their misfortune, and in bitterness of soul, turn our eyes from the pouring out of the following Vial." P. 226.

The pouring out of the fifth Vial Apocal. xvi. 10. prefigures the destruction which is to overtake Protestants in the year 1825.

"Here the Angel pours out the fifth Vial of the wrath of God on the" Seat of the Beast," or rather, according to the Greek text, on " the Throne of the Beast." We have observed in the prelude to the Vials, see page 42, that the general term beast, has a double meaning, signifying idolatry or heresy, accordingly as either, like to a wild beast makes its ravages in the Church. In the first and third ages it

denoted idolatry, the subject of the history of those two ages. Here it is the image of heresy, the heresy of the Reformation, the characteristic of the fifth age. Upon the throne therefore of this beast, the Vial is poured out, that is, upon the kings and governors of the Protestant states, as they are the persons that sit, rested with power upon the thrones of those heretical kingdoms. They however, are themselves subordinate to their chief Abaddon, who, as was specified in the text of the Trumpet, commands over all, and sits upon the throne as king paramount. "The Protestant states become of course, involved with their princes in the calamities poured out from the Vial, as we shall see presently. But furthermore we may observe, that besides the single and general appellation of beast used here to express heresy, the Prophet exhibits to us in the Trumpet of this age a particular beast, by which he represents and describes the heresy of the Reformation, namely, a locust monster, which is partly locust, partly human, partly leonine, and partly scorpi. on." P. 229.

"In fine, we saw in the first trumpet, the Roman Emperors persecuting the Christian Religion; and the first vial was poured upon them. In the second trumpet we saw the Arians rebelling against the Church; and the second vial was poared upon them. In the third trumpet we saw the Roman Empire declining on account of its idolatry, and enmity to Christianity; and the third vial was poured upon it to extinguish it. In the fourth

trumpet we saw the revolt of the Greeks, against the Church, and the fourth vial punished them. In the fifth trumpet we see the Protestants revolting against the Church; upon whom must the fifth vial fall?

"The vial being poured upon the throne of the beast,' it flows down from thence over his whole kingdom, the realm of the Reformation. For, his kingdom became dark, and they gnawed their tongues for pain.' But with respect to the nature of this punishment, we shall be entirely silent, and leave it to be disclosed by the event. We shall only remark that, to judge from the expression of the text, the scourge seems to be severe, and we are extremely sorry it will be so ill received. And they blasphemed the God of Heaven because of their pains and wounds,' or sores, and did not penance for their works.'

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"We shall here add another remark. The expression they gnawed with their tongues for pain, or rather, as it is in the Greek original, they did gnaw their tongues for pain, seems to refer to a time prior to that which follows, as is thus expressed, they blasphemed, &c. and may therefore relate to the first part of the punishment imported by this vial, which may be the scourge inflicted on the French people, and perhaps others, and seems to indicate distress of famine, &c.'" P. 231.

The Edition from which these extracts are made, was published at Dublin, by Wogan, in 1812.

SACRED POETRY.

VENI CREATOR

FOR WHITSUNDAY.

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Guest,
And fill with light my darkened breast;
A sense of sacred Truth inspire;
My languid bosom touch with fire;
And make me, when in prayer I kneel,
To glow with apostolic zeal.

Come, Holy Spirit, and expel
The Foe, that drives me to rebel.
The tumults of temptation still;
O'er master my presumptuous will;
And shew me by thy secret aid
The paths of duty easy made.

Come, Holy Spirit, calm within
The wild inquietude of Sin:
And to my heart, my alter'd heart,
Thy peace and heavenly love impart;
And when from Sin and Sorrow free,
Make it a Temple worthy Thee.

Come, Holy Spirit, here below
Thy sanctifying Grace bestow:

Guide me through life: and when I die,
And in the Grave forgotten lie,
Again thy mighty Power display,
And raise me at the Judgment-day.

THE following pieces are taken from the "Sacred Poems and Private ejaculations" of the pious and amiable Herbert, whose life by Walton is well known. He was born in 1593, and died in 1632. Many quaint and antiquated terms are to be expected in poems of so early a date; but with all this disadvantage, there is throughout an elegance of thought, and often brilliancy of expression-so much true religion, so ardent a piety towards God, so devoted a love towards his Saviour, so deep a sense of practical holiness, and so warm and dutiful an attachment to his dearest mother, as he was wont to call her, the Church of England, that they will never cease to be admired and valued. We cannot recommend them however more strongly to our readers than in the words recorded by his honest and simple-hearted biographer.

There is in it ("the Temple," the name by which his poems are commonly known) "the picture of a divine soul in every page; and the whole book is such an harmony of holy passions, as will enrich the world with pleasure and piety."

THE CHURCH PORCH.

Thou, whose sweet Youth and early hopes inhance
Thy rate and price and mark thee for a treasure;
Hearken unto a verser, who may chance
Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure.
A verse may find him, who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.

Beware of lust: it doth poHute and foul

Whom God in Baptism washed with his own bloud.
It blots the lesson written in thy soul;

The holy lines cannot be understood.

How dare those eyes upon a Bible look,

Much less towards God, whose lust is all their book?

Lie not; but let thy heart be true to God,
Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both;
Cowards tell lies, and those, that fear the rod;
The stormy-working soul spits lies and froth.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie:
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.

Fly idleness, which yet thou canst not fly
By dressing, mistressing and compliment.
If those take up thy day, the sun will cry
Against thee: for his light was only lent.

God gave thy soul brave wings; put not those feathers
Into a bed, to sleep out all ill weathers.

Be useful where thou livest, that they may
Both want and wish thy pleasing presence still..
Kindness, good parts, great places are the way
To compass this. Find out men's wants and will,

And meet them there. All worldly joys go less
To that one joy of doing kindnesses.

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting where,
And when, and how the business may be done.
Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller,
Though he alight sometimes, still goeth on.

Active and stirring spirits live alone.

Write on the others, "Here lies such an one."

In brief, acquit thee bravely: play the man.
Look not on pleasures, as they come, but go.
Defer not the least virtue: life's poor span
Makes not an ell by trifling in thy woe.

If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains:
If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains

HOLY BAPTISM.

As he, that sees a dark and shady grove
Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky:
So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove
More backward still, and to that water fly,

Which is above the Heavens, whose spring and vent
Is in my dear Redeemer's pierced side.
O blessed streams! either ye do prevent
And stop our sins from growing thick and wide,

Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow.
In you redemption measures all my time
And spreads the plaister equal to the crime.
You taught the book of life my name, that so
Whatever future sins should me miscall
Your first acquaintance might discredit all.

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