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qae vast expanse of corn-land and vineyard, of fruit and forest trees. To the riches of the soil were added the wealth of commerce, in which the inhabitants were tempted to engage by the proximity of the sea and the neighbourhood of the Italian Republics. Above all, its people were addicted to the pursuits of art and poetry. It was the land of the troubadour. It was further embellished by the numerous castles of a powerful nobility, who spent their time in elegant festivities and gay tournaments."
This was the scene of action—the retreat of Protestantism before the Reformation ; and the Catholic manner in which the campaign was conducted is seen in the fact that sixty thousand victims were slaughtered at one time in the town of Beziers. The Pope's legate who accompanied the crusaders, knew nothing about making distinctions between certain classes. “Kill all! kill all !” he cried ; and the spirit of popery in the thirteenth century was in no wise different from what it is in the nineteenth. It were vain to stain our pages and to disgust the reader with further recitals of the doings of “the faithful.” Atrocities similar to those of Beziers were committed in other towns. As if all this were insufficient, the Inquisition was hateked in those stirring days, and by children of hell, who called themselves sons of the Church, being owned as such. Let us duly weigh these events and ponder well their lessons. They represent a catalogue of frightful crimes, each of which is characteristic of the Church of Rome. “ She blew the trumpet of vengeance, summoned to arms the half of Europe, and crushed the rising forces of reason and religion under an avalanche of savage fanaticism."
It might be a nation or it might be an individual that threatened the ascendency of so accursed a system ; the spirit manifested by the apostate Church was the same. She was ready to sacrifice either one or the other. In her machinations against Berengarius, the first opponent of the follies of transubstantiation; and against Wicliffe, the stout-hearted enemy of priestcraft, as well as in the fires in which she consumed Jerome and Huss, we sce popery as she was and as she is. Instead of the spirit of Christ we have a spirit of fierce propagandism and of worldly ambition pushed to its extreme degree. The choicest spirits given by God to the world were freely sacrificed; and yet in so gracious and mysterious a manner was good brought oat of evil that the cause of truth was advanced by the very means used to hinder its progress.
The opposition ever manifested by popery to the circulation of the pure Word of God is of itself more than sufficient to prove the system to be one of darkness. This opposition amounts to an insane hatred, and in past ages has been in all respects infamous and devil-like. Men who dealt in Bible lore she has watched with lynx eyes, pursued them unto death, and when the Book could no longer be wholly proscribed she has not scrupled to adulterate even the page of inspiration itself. The man to whom the English nation is most deeply indebted for her present translation of the Bible is William Tyndale ; and it is well to remember that the Popish Church on the Continent persecuted and hunted our Reformer even unto death. One of the most affecting passages in the annals of the Reformation is the picture which the Reformer gives of himself in a letter addressed to the Governor of the Castle of Vilvorde, and quoted by Mr. Demaus in his standard life of Tyndale :
“I believe, right worshipful, that you are not ignorant of what has been determined concerning me; therefore I entreat your lordship, and that by the Lord Jesus, that if I am to remain here during the winter, you will request the procureur to be kind enough to send me from my goods which he has in his possession, a Warmer cap, for I suffer extremely from cold in the head, being afflicted with a perpetual catarrh, which is considerably increased in the cell. A warmer coat also, for that which I have is very thin; also a piece of cloth to patch my leggings: my overcoat has been worn out; my shirts also are worn out. He has a woollen shirt of mine, if he will be kind enough to send it. I have also with him leggings of thicker cloth for putting on above ; he also has warmer caps for wearing at night. I wish also his permission to have a candle in the evenings, for it is wearisome to sit alone in the dark. But, above all, I entreat and beseech your clemency to be urgent with the procureur that he may kindly permit me to have my Hebrew Bible, Hebrew Grammar, and Hebrew Dictionary, that I may spend my time with that study. And in return may you obtain your dearest wish, provided always that it be consistent with the salvation of your soul. But if any other resclution has been come to concerning me, that I must remain during the whole winter, I shall be patient, abiding the will of God to the glory of the grace of my Lord Jesus Christ, whose spirit I pray may ever direct your heart.”
Distinguish between popery and the Church ; for in no sense is Romanism worthy of being labelled with the latter term. It is self-righteousness rup mad and bearing the unlovely fruits of the worst attributes of humanity. Whatever tendencies there may be in our own day to revive a partially effete system of priestcraft, are retrogressive tendencies towards that mediæval night which happily no amount of modern fanaticism will be able to revive. Still we believe the spirit of the thing to be identical with that of the gallant abbot of Citraux, who, in the service of his master the Pope, slaughtered sixty thousand victims in the streets of Beziers.
G. HOLD EN PIKE.
France.- Singular History of a New Chapel. [The following account of the formation of a new cause, and the opening of a chapel at Dannemoine, near to Tonnerre (Yonne) will be read with interest. It is translated from Le Christianisme aux 19me Siècle. The writer is M. Perrenond, of Tonnerre, an agent of the Evangelical Society of France, who is supported by the Evangelical Continental Society.-R. S. Ashton.]
One day, in the month of January, 1871, three young men from the village of Dannemoine came to me with the request that I would go and say a mass for them in honour of St. Vincent, the patron-saint of vine-growers. They gave as the reason for asking me that their curé used to say it for nothing, but this year he demanded 120 francs (£4 16s.), and this they would never agree to give, because of his evil conduct towards his parishioners. I told them I did not say masses, but that I would gladly go and preach the Gospel to them, and that the first part of my discourse would have for its object the substitution of Jesus Christ in the place of St. Vincent. The young men accepted my offer, and, on the day appointed, I found the dancing hall decorated with white hangings and with verdure. I preached the everlasting Word to a great crowd. At the close of the meeting the three young men, who had come to me the day before, besought me to inaugurate a commemorative monument, raised by public subscription, in memory of two young men of the village, who had died in the defence of their country during the Franco-Prussian war. After having obtained the authority of the mayor, I again preached the Good News, and the people were deeply moved. Encouraged by this beginning, I started a monthly meeting in the dancing-hall, which was as at first very well attended. But the curé, having been removed on account of his evil conduct, and replaced by an amiable young man, all who came, because of their hatred of the curé, prudently withdrew. The Gospel had, however, borne fruit in more than one heart, and the meetings, although much less numerously attended, were not interrupted until last summer, and then under the following circumstances :-A retired ex-captain of Perrigny (another of the offshoots of the church at Tonnerre) demanded from me a public discussion on Protestantism, in which the cause of evangelical truth triumphed. The day after this struggle my adversary lodged a complaint in the hands of the prefect, who transmitted it to the town-council of Tonnerre. These gentlemen ordered an inquiry, the result of which was negative. Finding himself defeated in that quarter, M. N. appealed to the Minister of the Interior, who so far granted his appeal, that he decided that henceforth we could only hold meetings in places set apart for Protestant worship. Hearing this, I appealed to Mrs. Alsop, of London, for the money necessary for the foundation of an evangelical chapel at Dannemoine. Through the aid of this devoted Christian lady my plans were crowned with success. The innkeeper at whose house I held my meetings resolved to shut up his establishment, and to let me have his old billiard-room, that I might convert it into a pretty Protestant chapel, capable of holding 200 persons. Around the pulpit are painted the words, · Blessed are those who hear the word of God and do it.' (St. Luke xi. 28.) On the right hand side of the hall, “ The wages of sin is death ; but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.' (Romans vi. 23.) On the left side, ‘God is a spirit, and those who worship Him, must worship Him in spirit and in truth.' (St. John iv. 24.) Yesterday (Sunday), at two o'clock, I opened the chapel. Everything was done by our adversaries to keep the public away from this solemnity. The report was spread that the temple at Tonnerre was closed, and that the chapel at Dannemoine would soon be in the same state ; that the proprietor of the house was a Bonapartist, who hired us only to serve the interests of his party. The bills announcing the ceremony were torn to pieces; but all these measures proved vain. More than 200 persons, out of a population of 500, were present at the service, which will leave deep traces in their souls. We can count up already a dozen Roman Catholics, some of whom are attached with all their hearts to Protestantism, and the others are converted to the Lord.”
THE HEATHEN BOY. Not inany years ago, as a lady was sitting in the veranda of her house iza Burmah, a jungle boy came through the opening in the hedge which served as a gateway, and, approaching her, inquired with eagerness,
“ Does Jesus Christ live here?”
He was a boy about twelve years of age, his hair was matted with filth, and bristling in every direction like the quills of the porcupine, and a dirty cloth of cotton was wrapped in a slovenly manner about his person.
“ Does Jesus Christ live here ?” he asked, as he hastened up the steps of the veranda.
“What do you want with Jesus Christ ? ” asked the lady. "I want to see Him and confess to Him."
Why, what have you been doing that you want to confess ?” “Does He live here?” he continued, with great emphasis ; “I want to know that. Doing? Why, I tell lies, I steal, I do everything bad. I am afraid of going to hell, and I want to see Jesus Christ, for I heard one of the Loogyees say that He can save me from hell. Does He live here : Tell me where I can find Him."
“But He does not save people from hell if they continue to do wickedly."
“I want to stop doing wickedly,” said the boy, “but I can't; I do not know how to stop.
The evil thoughts are in me, and the bad deeds come of evil thoughts. What can I do?”.
'Nothing : but come to Jesus Christ, poor boy, like all the rest of us,” the lady softly replied; but she spoke this last in English, so the boy only raised his head with a vacant look.
“You cannot see Jesus Christ now," she added, and was answered by a sharp cry of disappointment. “But I am His friend and follower,” said the lady, at which the face of the little listener brightened, and she con. tinued: “He has told me in His Word to teach all those who wish to escape from hell how to do so.”
The joyful eagerness depicted in the boy's countenance was beyond description. “Tell me, 0 tell me! Only ask your Master to save me, and I will be your servant for life. Do not be angry. I want to be saved. Save me from hell !”
The next day the little boy was introduced to the little bamboo schoolhouse in the character of “the wild Karen boy,” and such a greedy seeker after truth and holiness had seldom been seen. Every day he came to the white teachers to learn something more concerning the Lord Jesus and the way of salvation; and every day his eagerness increased, and his face gradually lost its indescribable look of stupidity. He was at length baptized, and commemorated the love of that Saviour he had so earnestly sought. He lived a while to testify his sincerity, and then died in joyful hope. He had “confessed," and had found a Deliverer from those sins from which he could not free himself. The lady also has since died, and she and the wild Karen boy lave met in the presence of their common Redeemer,
“ The One Talent.”
IN a napkin smooth and white, Hidden from all mortal sight, My one talent lies to-night. Mine to hoard, or mine to use, Mine to keep, or mine to lose ; May I not do what I choose ? Ah! the gift was only lent, With the Giver's known intent That it should be wisely spent. And I know He will demand Every farthing at my hand, When I in His presence stand.
What will be my grief and shame
Nore.-We regret that through unavoidable circumstances these obituary notices have been delayed so long.
THE LATE REV. J. M. CHARLTON, M.A. Johx Moor CHARLTon, the youngest child of his parents, was born at Kendal, on the 25th March, 1817. His youthful life abounded in many promises of his after career. To an early awakening of deep religious conviction he united a strong and never halting determination to become a minister, and we find him subsequently entering Highbury College with this view. There he was distinguished for his faithful attention to his studies, and the true spirit of devout feeling he evor displayed. Upon leaving colege he became pastor of Totteridge Chapel, where for twelve years he laloured sucressfully. He then succeeded Dr. Raleigh in the pastorate of Masborough Chapel, Rotherham, but he did not remain there long. His growing
reputation pointed him out to the coinmittee of the Western College, Plymouth, as a desirable occupant of the then vacant Presidential and Theological chair of that institution. With his advent a new era dawned for the Western College. He soon urged the erection of a building suited to the needs of the institution, and the result was the present edifice on the outskirts of the town of Plymouth.
The whole of his course at the Westerr. College was marked by earnestness of purpose, and its interests were ever next his heart. To his students he was always a noble example and a true guide. To the various churches in Devon, Cornwall, and Somerset he was an honoured friend and counsellor. His life was emphatically one of labour, devotion,