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our national rights,-our civil and religious liberties, are found not less expert in wielding the unearthly weapons of a holy and unsanguinary warfare: men, whose zeal and attachment in their country's cause, and fearless avowal of such devotedness, are equalled only by their entire consecration to the service of Him, by whom “kings reign, and princes decree justice.”

Among this phalanxed host, Captain Arnold was not the least conspicuous. He had frequently evinced his bravery,

When the shrill trumpet's blast call’d to the war, Midst gleaming arms, where death stalk'd madly forth, And blood-eyed carnage strode th' ensanguin'd field.

Nor had he afforded less unequivocal evidence, when occasion required its exhibition, of Christian heroism. By integrity, and consistency of character, he had lived down the taunts of the witling, and the snear of the infidel.-His equanimity of spirit had accomplished what fierce polemical discussion would never have achieved. He had fastened upon his companions in arms an obligation to love the man, although they might occasionally jest at his puritanical notions.

When the victorious arms of the justly-celebrated Hero of Waterloo had freed the half-enslaved kingdoms of Europe from the scourge of nations; transporting from the abdicated throne of Louis, and the gorgeous apartments of the

Tuileries, to the circumscribed limits, and less splendid abode of Elba, and the thunders of war were hushed to the quiet of peace, our Captain, like another Washington, sought, in the northern part of his native country, the retreat and rest of retired life, in a beautiful villa, until his beloved Sovereign might again require his services.

A short period only elapsed, before an occasion was afforded, to call into active exercise the religion of his heart, and which furnished him with an opportunity of demonstrating that he lived "not unto himself.”

The incumbent of the parish in which Captain Arnold had fixed his residence, was one of those whom the keen, sarcastic pen of Cowper has so inimitably portrayed.

“Behold the picture! Is it like ? Like whom ?
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again, pronounce a text,
Cry-hem, and reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And, with a well-bred whisper, close the scene !"

His horses and his hounds shared much more of his solicitude and company than either his parishioners or his family enjoyed. He had been transferred from the academic purlieus of Oxford, where he had acquired more of the fashionable accomplishments of the day-sporting and intrigue than of classic lore or sound theology,--to the valuable living which he now held, by the gift of a titled relative.

His lucrative benifice, together with his hereditary patrimony, and a handsome fortune which he had received with his wife-in herself a fortune ---afforded him ample means to follow the prevailing dispositions of his mind,—to unite in the inspiring "Hallo” by day, “over mountains and through dales," and to join, in the evening, a merry group of bacchanalian revellers.

His establishment was of an extensive and superior order; his landeau was of the most modern construction, and his greys of the highest blood. His manners, however, were in the highest order gentlemanly towards strangers; and, until intimate connexion tore away the mask, they wore the most imposing front; while to the poor of his parish he had long endeared himself, if not by pastoral visits and ghostly counsel, by liberally supplying, whenever requested, their temporal necessities.

The active and benevolent mind of Captain Arnold did not allow him to be an idle and indifferent spectator here. Hence, while he deplored the immoral state of the parish, and of the person who was appointed as the leader of

“ The sacramental host of God's elect,"

he exerted all his influence for their welfare, and became extensively serviceable to the interests of the parishioners. Repeated meetings with the Reverend Gentleman, had removed the coldness of formality; and even visits to the parsonage were not infrequent.

An affair of importance, of a parochial nature, called for the presence of the minister and his military friend at a distance. The Clergyman very politely requested that the Captain would favour him with his company in his carriage, to which invitation the gallant son of Mars, with something like violence to his own feelings, gave consent.

The morning of the day on which the journey was to be commenced, broke forth with more than usual loveliness. The sober tints of autumn tended only to heighten and give effect to the beautiful scenery by which the Rev. Mr. W—'s dwelling was surrounded. The vehicle drove up the smoothly-rolled gravelled pathway; a livery servant threw open, in beau-mond style, the armsemblazoned door, and the two leaders took their seats on the opposite sides of the carriage. The pawing steeds proudly lifted up their heads, and pricked their ears, as a gentle twitch of the reins put them in motion, and, dashing forwards, the stately mansion was soon reduced to a speck in the distance. For a while, the Captain, with the eye of a Christian philosopher, surveyed, in silence, the rich scenery, which, at every turn of the road, broke upon his gratified vision. His mind soared rapidly on the wings of contemplation up to the

great Author of the whole, while his soul breathed
the sublime language of our great epic poet:-
“These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,

Alinighty! Thine this universal frame,
Thus wond'rous fair! Thyself how wond'rous, then!"

The thoughts of his companion were evidently differently employed. Occasionally he referred to the woody dingle, or the extended plain, and reported, with uncommon volubility, the excellent sport he had enjoyed there, or the confounded disappointment which he had there encountered. Again and again the Captain endeavoured to give a rational turn to the tale" of sport,” and to direct it to a channel more congenial with his own feelings, and in accordance with the profession of his Reverend fellow-traveller; but all his attempts were unavailing. The theme upon which Mr. W-descanted, was one which he felt,-“out of the abundance of his heart his lips spoke," everything, with him, seemed naturally to turn to it.

The description which the clerical sportsman had furnished of scent lost, hares escaping, foxes taking earth, bunglers unhorsed, flashes in the pan, and a thousand other matters connected with field-sports, were embellished with frequent oaths, and mingled with impious wishes. The Captain, finding all efforts to change the subject of conversation vain, felt it obligatory upon him to protest against the oaths which were used. He

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