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Roger Tilliams.

WILLIAMS published two works which have greatly promoted his fame; and they are intimately connected with the two great enterprises of his life.

In a book entitled, "The Bloudy Tenant of persecution for cause of conscience, discussed in a Conference between Peace and Truth," he appears as the apostle of civil and religious liberty, and so he does in other works connected with it. The Rev. John Cotton, noticed in a previous paper, was the antagonist of Williams in the controversy; and both of them rang changes upon the revolting epithet " bloody," so as to make the use of it all the more revolting. Cotton replied to Williams by writing what he strangely called "The Bloody Tenet washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb." Williams rejoined in another book, designated, with equally bad taste, “ The Bloody Tenet made more bloody by Cotton's endeavours to wash it white." The circumstances which suggested to him the unpleasant title is explained in a passage which illustrates his style.

The book is written in the form of a dialogue between Truth and Peace. Truth is introduced, saying:

"It was no milk tending to soul nourishment, even for babes and sucklings, in Christ. It was no milk spiritually white, like those white horses of the word of truth and meekness, and the white linen, or armour of righteousness in the army of Jesus (Revelation vi. 19). It was in milk, soft, meek, peaceable and gentle, tending both to the peace of souls, and the peace of states and kingdoms.

"The author of arguments against persecution, as I have been informed, being committed by some then unknown close prisoner to Newgate, for the writing of some truths of Jesus, and having not the use of pen and ink, wrote these arguments in milk, on sheets of paper brought to him by the woman, his keeper, from a friend in London, as the stopper of his milk bottle. In such paper written with milk nothing will appear, but the way of reading it by the fire being known to this friend who received the papers, although the author himself could not correct nor view what himself had written.

"Peace. The answer, though I hope out of milky pure intentions, is returned in blood, bloody and slaughterous conclusions, bloody to the souls of all men forced to the religion and worship which any civil state or commonwealth agrees on, and compels all subjects to an undissembled uniformity, bloody to the bodies, first of the holy witnesses of Christ Jesus, who testify against such invented worships; secondly, of the nations and peoples slaughtering each other for their several respective religions and consciences."

Both these books were written and published in 1644, during the author's first visit to England, and the circumstances attending their composition he describes as most unfavourable; for he says he had to write "in change of rooms and scenes, yea, sometimes in a variety of strange houses, sometimes in the fields, and in the midst of travel." All this, as well as the fact of its being a professed answer to Cotton's arguments, must be taken into account in our judgment of the remarkable treatise, which is the main pillar

of the author's fame. The matter is confusedly arranged; some interpretations of Scripture are such as no modern critic would allow ; and some of the arguments are such as no modern reasoner would adopt. There are violations of taste characteristic of the age, and a narrowness of view common among the Puritans. The method pursued is often obscure, the style is frequently crabbed, and to read the whole is very wearisome. But the book contains a trenchant exposure of absurd and unscriptural arguments in support of persecution. It exhibits a good deal of analytical power.

Its home thrusts are, at times, tremendously staggering. A perception of the main points in hand is clear throughout. The author honestly follows out his purpose, and completely demolishes his adversary.

To criticise some of the principles laid down by Williams would be beside the mark, and would involve us in a discussion unfit for these pages; but we must acknowledge the service which the author has done to the cause he so devotedly loved, and honour the ability with which he accomplished his task.

He was not the first to take up his pen in defence of religious freedom. A Baptist writer, Leonard Busher, had taken the lead in this department of literature. John Robinson had been a pioneer in the same direction, but Roger Williams, perhaps, went beyond them in the breadth of freedom which he vindicated; and placed the subject upon a deeper and stronger foundation than had been laid before. The cause of toleration is thought by some to be mainly indebted for its prosperity to religious indifference. Certainly the advocates of toleration in the seventeenth century were not men known for their religious indifference, nor did the Revolution of 1688, which placed the liberties of England on a constitutional basis, proceed from any such cause. If any political movement in this country was ever mainly helped on to a successful issue by a religious purpose, it was the Revolution of 1688. It stands as a landmark of religious power in national life. And who were the advocates of toleration before, and at the time of its legal establishment? Not infidels and sceptics, and men of no religion, but such men as Roger Williams-men to whom religious convictions and aspirations were dearer than life. Cromwell and the Independents, with all their defects, powerfully advanced the interests of freedom in this land; and they were all intensely religious-fanatically so in the estimation of those who uphold the theory now noticed.

Jeremy Taylor advocated a "Liberty of Prophecy," and we need not say what Jeremy Taylor was religiously. Milton and Locke, though laymen and broad-thinkers, were deeply and conscientiously religious. Tillotson and Burnet, though to some extent latitudinarians in theology, were devoted to the service of Christianity as sincerely and earnestly as it was possible to be. It is a paradox in philosophy to maintain that full freedom to promulgate religious convictions comes as a result of scepticism in religion; and the maintenance of such a paradox is no less a contradiction of facts. Williams published, in 1643, a work entitled "A Key into the Language of America; or, a Help to the Language of the Natives in that part of America

Full Assurance of Faith.

Do these words fitly represent an attainable experience? Is it practicable for a man here on earth to have the habitual knowledge that he is in the favour of God and in the way to heaven? Is religion an experience or a chimera ?—a matter of solid certainty, or only of more or less doubtful conjecture? In the light of the title of this article, which we borrow from St. Paul, the answer to these questions is easy. Either the most logical of the apostles, here and often elsewhere, when he seems to be speaking most plainly, uses language with the wildest poetic license, or else religion is an experience-a conscious, transforming, unutterably glorious experience.

And yet the battle for this primary position in religious thinking must ever be fought anew. There are, and always have been in Christendom, persons enough who admit that religion is a belief and a code of ceremonies, and a line of conduct; but who are by no means so sure that it is also a mighty inward life and power. Their faith in all the unseen realities is weak. God is invisible; heaven seems to them a brilliant dream; angels are myths; "the powers of the world to come are ideas only, and not powers. And, if they see a man so under the dominion of those "powers" that he acts as though the world, with all its treasures, was only a glittering bauble compared with the prize held out to his eager spirit, they are quick to smile at his fanaticism, and reckon him among Quakers, with their "inner light," or Spiritualists, with their pretended visits from the departed. They do not deny that it was proper for Moses to "endure as seeing Him who is invisible,” and to "esteem the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures of Egypt;" but that was a long time ago, and the circumstances were very peculiar. Let a man do so now, and they will brand him as a fanatic-in their unspoken thoughts, at least, if not also with curling lip.

The ideas of many in the Church even are totally inadequate. They fear God. They feel their guilt and demerit. They pray, read the Scriptures, join the Church, and resist sin with variable success; but never come to have the Spirit of adoption. They are trembling servants, but not rejoicing sons. They gravely doubt whether it is safe to venture much beyond this condition in this life. The proportion of this class in the Church is much smaller than it was a century ago. Then, if a young convert, all aglow with the new-found joy of pardon, went to an old deacon with his glad story, he was very likely to be met with— "My child, the heart is deceitful above all things. Be careful. I fear you are still in the gall of bitterness. It is a very serious thing to in

dulge a hope." Better times have come; but some devout disciples are still withheld by the shackles of their theology from the delights of sonship.

The chief cause, however, of the prevalent scepticism concerning the higher forms of experimental religion is unquestionably the low experience of the Church. Her experience comes far short of her theories. Many a professing Christian never realises and makes no strenuous and persistent efforts to realise the state of personal experience which he believes attainable and even obligatory. He thinks a Christian may walk in the light of God's countenance, but himself walks in frequent darkness, interspersed with streaks of twilight. He sings:

"Lord, I believe a rest remains

To all Thy people known :

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And Thou art loved alone."

That is mere sentiment with him; and then, as his experience, he sings:

"Look, how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys;

Our souls, how heavily they go

To reach eternal joys."

In all calmness and charity we are compelled to say that the habitual experience of many professors is scarcely better than a caricature of the Divine standard, and that the prevailing type-that is, the religious experience of the majority of church members-confessedly comes far short of that promised in the valedictory address of the Saviour, and illustrated in the glowing letters of the apostles.

We believe, as Jonathan Edwards says, that "the nature of the covenant of grace, and God's declared ends in the appointment and constitution of things in that covenant, do plainly show it to be God's design to make ample provision for the saints having an assured hope of eternal life while living here upon earth." The inimitably tender consolations in Jesus's farewell address were directed to this end-"That

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in Me ye might have peace;" ""That your joy may be full;' "Let not your heart be troubled "-and they accomplished their purpose. The apostles did not content themselves with the mere ghost of an uncertain hope; they trod the solid ground of knowledge. Paul says: "Christ liveth in me;" "To die is gain ; " "I know whom I have believed." John: "We do know that we know Him;" "Now are we the sons of God." Peter: "Whom having not seen we love; in whom, though now we see Him not, yet believing, we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory."

It is carelessly taken for granted by some when the need of such experiences is earnestly insisted on, and the realisation of them is joyfully professed, nowadays, that the advocates of them are running into raptures and rhapsodies. We fear St. Paul would find himself quite out of place in many a modern prayer-meeting. Imagine him in one of those meetings to rise and say: "I live, yet not I. Christ liveth in me, and the life which I now live I live by the faith loved me, and gave Himself for me." wardly) say, "I don't understand that. thank God, enthusiastic; but not fanatical. stantial experience. Nothing so pre-eminently marks this life as that it is a life of faith-a life in which faith is personal, habitual, assured, full. It may have far less violent emotion in it, and is, at all events, far less dependent on emotion than a lower state of grace; just as the deep river is silent, while its tributaries babble.

of the Son of God, who Many a professor would (inRather enthusiastic." Yes, It is a most solid and sub

"Stillest streams

Oft water fairest meadows; and the bird
That flutters least is longest on the wing."

Many a disciple but poorly grounded in grace has, in some rare hour of fresh pardon, a thrill of feeling which the maturer Christian does not need, because he has no such backslidings to be healed. The one has just climbed a little hill, and is looking round with transport. The other is steadily travelling the "highway of holiness," along the mountain range, above the clouds.

The faith of assurance is personal, constant, and adequate to life's needs. Its possessor is not driven for comfort to search after the results of roundabout and uncertain inferences; he rejoices in a blissful fact. His relation to the Saviour is a permanent part of his consciousness. It stands no more in need of repeated proof than his relation to the members of his family. The delightful conviction of the existence of this relation needs not to be kept by an exhaustive effort. It keeps him, rests him, and enwraps him evermore, like an exhilarating atmosphere. Jesus is with him all the while. When he wakes in the night, when he rises in the morning, wherever he goes, Jesus is there. When he goes to his rest among utter strangers, or in the middle of the stormswept ocean, His trusting spirit sings:

"Jesus protects; my fears begone!

What can the Rock of Ages more?
Safe in Thine arms I lay me down-

Thine everlasting arms of love."

Such a faith is eminently rational. It is avouched by the testimony of three unimpeachable witnesses: the Word of God, the Spirit of God,

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