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have the good-will to set you right. Rather will they glory in the grand mistake you may be making; or with a wicked, though specious smile, affect to pity you, and let you pass. O! if there be any thing which shews your course is wrong to them that are without, break off from it at once, by God's help, and walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise!
But the worldling has always, though unwittingly, paid this compliment to christian professors- he has expected consistency in their conduct, whilst he pretends to question the sanctifying tendency of their creed. And, therefore, he will, most probably, tell you, when he thinks you wrong, though he wants the charity to set you right. But you must not wait for this: you have a more sure word of prophecy, and if God's Spirit give you light to read it, as he will for asking, strange indeed will it be, if, whilst bound for heaven, you are found cumbered with those things alone which perish with the using.
THE ART OF WASTING BREATH.
When Mr. Whitefield was in Scotland, attempts were sometimes made to draw him into controversy respecting what he considered the non-essentials of religion. He used to say that he was too busy about matters of greater importance to concern himself with them; and when it was replied, that "
every pin of the tabernacle was precious,” he said that in every building there were outside and inside workmen; that the latter at present was his province, and that if they thought themselves called to the former, they might proceed in their own way, and he would proceed in his.
Describing the preaching of one of these controversialists, he observes, “I attended, but the good-man so spent himself in the former part of his sermon, in talking against prelacy, the common prayer book, the surplice, the rose in the hat, and such like externals, that when he came to the latter part of his text, to invite poor
sinners to Jesus Christ, his breath was so gone, that he could scarce be heard.”
“What a pity!" adds this great man, with his characteristic shrewdness—"that the last was not first; and the first, last!"
JUSTIFICATION by faith-this great doctrine of the Gospel and of our church-justification by Christ's merits alone, is at the very foundation of our religion, the ground and pillar of a Christian church. If this be lost, all is lost; if this be suppressed, all our power for good is gone. We must not allow ourselves, to be kept back from preaching this, however we may be tempted by the writing and by the example of men of name and character in past days, or by the opinions upon this subject which are advocated in our own days. CHRIST CRUCIFIED was the first great object of the teaching of the first ministers of the Gospel-forgiveness of sins through him was the message committed to them- it was their message of salvation ; the gracious influence of the Spirit accompanied the word, and prepared the souls of the converts for their eternal inheritance. The preacher must still show the same way of salvation—there is no other; and in our preaching there must be, I repeat, a full and faithful statement of this great truth of the Gospel ; there must be no reserve in clearly and fully delivering the message, as it has been delivered to us. I should
the same, if we had heard nothing of that teaching which has of late been openly advised, of reserve in communicating religious knowledge, for there has long been this reserve. It has been many years weakening our church. There is nothing new in this, I lament to say, although no precept had, till of late, been set forth openly to recommend it. It was, I believe, this reserve in proclaiming the great doctrine of the Atonement, which, in years not long gone by, thinned, or almost emptied our churches ; yes, emptied them of their most devout worshippers ; and those few who remained received but little spiritual benefit as far as the church's instructions were concerned. And even then many a talented and highly educated man, and one who was speaking the truth too, but suppressing the chief truth, saw the number of his hearers diminishing, for there was little in his teaching that could in any way interest the minds those who were intent upon the salvation of their souls, and were hungefing after the bread of life.—Bishop of Peterborough.
LETTERS FROM BELGIUM AND THE RHINE.-No. VI.
Antwerp, August 18, 1842.
MY DEAR H.-We left Bonn last Thursday morning, but were delayed five hours by an accident, which frustrated our intention of stopping that night at Mentz, as it prevented our getting farther than Coblentz. The first town which attracted our attention in the course of this day's voyage, was Andernach, on the left bank of the river, by the Romans called Artonacum. It is very ancient, and still possesses some memorials of its former masters, especially the gate looking towards Coblentz, erected by the Romans, and the ruins of a large palace, the residence of the kings of the Franks after their expulsion. At a little distance on the opposite shore, the modern town of Nieuwied attracts the traveller's attention by its singularly neat, cleanly, and prosperous appearance. It is scarcely more than a hundred years since this town was built, and its prosperity has been greatly promoted by the universal liberty of conscience allowed to the inhabitants. But although in itself of such recent origin, it is rich in the remains of former builders and inhabitantş. Near it are the traces of a strongly fortified castle, while images of gods, and medals of Roman emperors, have been found in considerable ers.
Looking again to the left bank of the river, you pass the Weissen Thurm, or white tower, which has given its name to the little village in which it stands. Here Cæsar is believed first to have crossed the Rhine; and here also, during the revolutionary war,
the French, three several times, effected the same passage. Near the tower is a simple monument, erected to the memory of General Hoche, under whose command the example of Cæsar was imitated by the soldiers of Napoleon.
By the time that we reached Coblentz, it was night-fall on the Rhine.” The moon rose in a cloudless sky, and lent its mild beauty to the scenery through which we passed. The city of Coblentz derives its name from its position at the confluence of the Rhine and the “ blue Moselle.” On the former river a bridge of boats connects the city with the celebrated fortress of
with her shattered wall, Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball,
Rebounding idly, on her strength did light.” The Moselle is also crossed here by a handsome stone bridge, which was built when bishops devised these national improvements and conveniences, and raised their subsidies by the sale of indulgences. Such was the history of the building of this bridge. We took up our quarters at “ The Giant,” an hotel which well deserves the name it bears, being one of the largest I have ever seen. The public room extended the whole length of the building. When we entered, we found it brilliantly illuminated, and nearly filled with ladies and gentlemen, whose evening meal was enlivened by the music of a good band. The next morning I explored the opposite fortress, said to be one of the strongest in Europe. The view from the battlements is very grand. In front are the city of Coblentz, the Rhine flowing at your feet, and the Moselle winding through a verdant valley. In the rear of the town appears the ancient Chartreuse, on the summit of a height planted with vines and fruit-trees, since it has been fortified, called Fort Alexander ; and in the plain below, upwards of thirty towns and villages.
In the afternoon we resumed our progress, going on board a steam-boat for Mentz, passing amongst rich vineyards, wild and rugged rocks, ruined castles, modern chateaux, quaint old towns, rustic villages, rich meadows, orchards and gardens. The chief beauties are certainly those of nature: the appearance of the people does not impress one with the idea of comfort; the streets of nearly all the towns appear to be narrow, dirty, and ill-paved, and the houses very wretched-looking places, being principally formed of misshapen wooden beams filled up with a kind of clay, except here and there a mansion, or an hotel for the accommodation of foreign tourists.
We passed Boppart, with its Roman and Gothic ruins; St. Goar, with its wild and romantic scenery; the Lurleyberg, and its remarkable echo; Oberwesel, and the ruins of Schonberg, the birth-place and residence, for many centuries, of the ancient family from which descended the celebrated Frederick of Schonberg, or Schomberg as more commonly written in this country, who so remarkably distinguished himself in the Swedish army during the thirty years' war, bacame subsequently a marshal of France, and when driven from that country by the revocation of the edict of Nantes, entered the service of the Prince of Orange. He was entrusted by that prince with the command of the army serving in Ireland against James the Second, and was shot at the battle of the Boyne. Nearly opposite Schonberg is Caub: on the projection of a rock stands an alcove, whence Gustavus Adolphus, during the thirty years' war, directed an attack upon the Spaniards, who had taken up their position on the opposite shore. Here in the centre of the stream is an ancient tower, and at this spot, on the 1st of January, 1814, the Russian and Prussian armies passed the Rhine under the command of Blucher. From this point to Bingen the river pursues its narrow winding course, hemmed in by lofty and precipitous hills, whose sides the remarkable industry of the people has covered with narrow terraces of earth, rising to the height of a thousand feet, and at this season of the year verdant with rich crops of vines. Here are the celebrated vineyards of Asmanshausen, Ehrenfels, Rudesheim, Geisenheim, and Johannisberg, the latter, the valuable property of Prince Metternich.
As you leave this narrow ravine the river widens into a broad and sparkling stream, rejoicing in the clear shining of the sun, and reflecting more brightly the face of heaven. The town of Bingen and the bridge over the Nahe appear in sight, the mountains retreat from the shore, and the stream pursues a more direct course to Bieberich, and the bridge of boats which connects the city of Mayence, or Mentz, with the opposite town of Cassel. Here we stopped for the night, taking up our abode at the Three Crowns, an ancient dwelling that has been an inn for nearly five hundred years. What changes have passed over this city and the whole continent of Europe since the first christians visited this very town. It is stated that immediately after the conquest of Jerusalem by Titus, the twenty-second legion which had been engaged in the siege, came to garrison Mayence ; with them, either among their number or under their protection, came some who preached the name of Jesus. During the fierce struggles which took place subsequently between the Germans