who was long and laboriously employed in Queen Elizabeth's reign in rendering into English the works of several of the foreign Reformers, of the Latin classics, and of other writers. That the translation, however, here given is really that of Paleario's work, is proved both by its agreement with Paleario's own description of it in his defence already cited before the senate of Sienna, and by the testimony of Riederer, who appears, according to Dr. M'Crie's statement, to have seen the original, and who has supplied a detailed account of it.

"BEHOLD THE MAN!"
JOHN XIX. 5.

"BEHOLD the man!" the Roman cried-
And with his thorn-crowned head,
And purple robe of mockery,

Immanuel forth was led. Messiah stood on that dread spot, But blinded Judah knew Him not.

"Behold the man!" come, let us gaze,

And, as we gaze, adore;

Behold the Lamb of God, who all

Our sins and sorrows bore!

Oh! length and breadth, and depth and height, Of love, how vast, how infinite!

"Behold the man!" Almighty Judge,

Behold Him as He stands,
And say, hath he not fully paid

Thy law's most stern demands;
And look on us in this thy Son,
Thine own anointed Holy One.
"Behold the man!" thou self-condemned,
Thou conscience-stricken soul;

Look unto Him and be thou saved-
Thy faith shall make thee whole.
Under his shadow thou shalt find
True peace to calm thy troubled mind.
"Behold the man!" ye who have sought
The shelter of His breast,

Ye who have felt that He indeed

Gives to the weary rest,
When pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Beset by dangers, doubts, and fears.
Behold Him oft! for every look
Fresh vigour shall impart,
And living streams of grace

Into your sinking heart,

infuse

Till by life's full and flowing river, Before His throne, you stand for ever. -Free Church Magazine.

AN ILLUSTRATION OF PROVIDENCE. [THE following forms the conclusion of a remarkable sermon, delivered some years ago by the good Bishop M'Ilwaine of Ohio, at the consecration of the Rev. Mr. Polk, missionary in Arkansas, United States. The narrative which it embodies is of singular interest, as an illustration of the ways of Providence; and the fervent exhortations by which it is accom

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panied may be of service to readers, both among ministers and private members of the Church :-]

You will indulge me, brethren, with a moment to say a few words to him whose consecration to the office of missionary bishop is now to take place. You can little conceive with what a special and most affectionate interest the speaker will participate in this solemnity. A little of it may be explained by the following brief relation:

It is now nearly thirteen years since a very remarkable work of grace occurred in the Military Academy of the United States. During a condition of almost universal indifference to religion and of wide-spread infidelity, against which the efforts of the ministry of one man, set for the defence of the gospel, seemed for a long time to make not the least way; suddenly almost, in a very few days, many minds, without communication with one another, and without personal intercourse with the minister, appeared deeply, and almost simultaneously interested in the great matters of eternal life. Officers as well as cadets participated in this, and to such an extent, that the minister's study was soon occupied every evening with assemblies, composed of both, for prayer and the exposition of the Word of God; and a serious impression, more or less deep and abiding, was spread over a large part of the whole military community. Several became at that period very decided soldiers of Christ. Many others received impressions then, which God has since ripened into manifest and energetic piety. Many more received the seed of the word, in whom, though it seemed to die, it has since, under the continued influence of the Spirit, sprung up and brought forth fruit. Some are still in military life. Others have been, long since, adorning the Christian profession in the ministry of the gospel.

The very first appearance of this work of grace, so remarkably and singularly the work of God, was the coming of a cadet, alone and most unexpected, to introduce himself to the chaplain, and unburden the sorrows of a contrite heart. All around him was coldness and scepticism. To speak decidedly in favour of religion, was then so unusual in the Academy, that it made one singular. To converse with the chaplain on that subject, had not yet been ventured by any, except out of opposition to the truth. That any would appear there seriously seeking eternal life, even the chaplain was afraid to hope. But the darkest of the night is nearest the dawn. A cadet did venture to come, in open day, to the chaplain's study, too deeply concerned to heed what would be said of him. He was personally unknown to the chaplain. His message he tried to utter, but he could not. Again he tried, and again; but the heart was too full for speech. At length it was: "Tell me what must I do-1 have come about my soul. I know not what What must I I want-I am entirely in the dark. seek where must I go?" Such was the first declaration of one who for some days had been awakened under the preaching and reading of the truth. A sermon preached on the Scriptures, and a tract, sent at a venture, from the chaplain's study to whomsoever it might meet, had been blessed to his soul.

God's wisest and holiest servants-against the plain warnings of God's Word-against the very words of your catechism, learned beside your mother's kneeand against the voice of your outraged conscienceyou join the ranks of the Sabbath-breakers, will not this be a sin against light-will it not lie heavy on your soul upon your death-bed-will it not meet you in the judgment-day?

Praying that these words of truth and soberness may be owned of God, and carried home to your hearts with divine power-I remain, dear fellowcountrymen, your souls' well-wisher, &c.

A SABBATH IN SPAIN.

Dr. Clark of Philadelphia.)

It

THE climate of Malaga, especially in winter, I should think, was unusually fine. The weather, while I was there, which was about the first of January, was mild and bland as a summer's day. I also spent a Sabbath here. never before witnessed such an entire desecration of the day of sacred rest. seemed to me, that among the vast crowds that peopled this place, there were none that feared God or regarded his institutions. All the shops and stores seemed to be open as on any other day. The markets and Alameda were filled with men and women engaged in occupations of business or amusement; ships were unlading their freight, and the open warehouses receiving it; merchants were in their counting-rooms transacting their business, as though God had not said, "Remember the Sabbath day, and keep it holy." Bills were posted announcing that the theatre would be open at seven o'clock. The idle and dissipated were lounging around the streets, crowding around the wharves, or sitting at the door of some café playing cards. All places seemed to be full of activity and life, but the lonely and desolate temples of the Lord. I scarcely need tell you that I sought in vain for a Protestant church in Malaga: such an establishment, if I mistake not, is unknown in Spain.

I went to one of the Catholic parish churches, the one most highly spoken of in Malaga, the Church of St. Jago. The edifice was beautiful, being richly ornamented with gilded ceilings, fine paintings, and statuary. The people, however, assembled there, were fed with husks-with an empty pantomime of crossings and ringing of bells, and bearing aloft of burning tapers: at midnight, of prostrations before images, and endless genuflections. Mass was said or sung in a language which the people did not understand. There was no living voice of instruction to guide erring sinners to the cross-no intelligible form of sound words, to lift the hearts of the assembled worshippers in devout adoration to the Lord. I was sickened by the scene. turned from the gaudy-decked priest and his attendants to examine the congregation. There was scarcely a welldressed man among the number, and I should think, from their attire, but a very few ladies belonging to the more cultivated classes of society. The mass of the congregation consisted of beggars, attracted here by the hopes of obtaining alms, and of quite the lower class of people. On my way to my lodgings I stopped at several other churches, and found the state of things there precisely what I had seen at St. Jago's, except in the edifices there was not so much external splendour. I have been informed, from an intelligent source, that one reason of this desertion of the churches in Spain, is, that the more cultivated classes of people have become disgusted

ing to the original plan; but even in its present state it is very imposing. The interior is beautifully finished. The floor is a pavement of marble; every square slab being alternately white and brown. Four rows of immense columns or pilasters, thirtytwo in all, run through the whole length of this building, supporting the roof, and from the exterior' rows are recessed back on each side eight little chapels, shut in by an iron pale, and adorned with pictures and images. The high altar and pulpit are incrusted with fine marble, and the choir ornamented in a style of peculiar elegance. The length of the building I should think at least three hundred, and breadth two hundred feet.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when I went to the cathedral. The light at this hour was but imperfectly admitted through the small and obstructed windows, into the spacious courts of this vast sanctuary. In a short time after I entered, every thing seemed wrapped in the dusky hue of twilight. A few solitary worshippers were seen here and there before an altar, or an image of the Virgin, bowed down in silence. In the choir were suspended some thirty burning lamps, and two or three solitary wax tapers were lit before the high altar. The voice of chanters now arose from the choir, and at intervals the majestic organ, with its vast swell of thundering sound, poured forth a tide of music that thrilled upon the ear of the listener. I should think there were from thirty to forty choristers, canons, and ecclesiastics in the choir, joining in the vespers. But, alas! where was the congregation assembled to adore the God of the Sabbath? Where were the sinners awakened and led to the crucified One? Where was the voice of instruction, guiding the flock in the way of life?

There were not twenty persons present in the whole cathedral, with the exception of the sacerdotal band of performers in the choir. The exercises were not calculated to instruct, as the psalms chanted were in Latin, and the persons present seemed to view them in no other light than as a sort of Sunday afternoon treat of fine music.

I turned away, and paced the dusky aisles of this majestic cathedral in bitterness of spirit, at the thought of the inadequate means afforded in the Roman Catholic Church for the guidance of immortal spirits in the way everlasting. Oh when will the light of divine truth-of a simple and unadulterated gospel-again shine upon Spain, and upon entire Papal Christendom? What armies of priests this Church has, that pass a lazy existence, saying over daily a few Latin prayers-singing their matins and vespers, and spending the rest of the time in eating and drinking, in sleep and indolence, while millions under their care are perishing for lack of knowledge, because they never heard the simple truth as it is in Jesus!

"LAST YEAR I WOULD HAVE SOUGHT

THE REDEEMER."

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River, some of the citizens of which were known to be sceptical. A few days afterward he took passage in a steamer ascending the Mississippi, and found on

Letters to a Friend.")

AN accomplished and amiable young woman in the town of, had been deeply affected by a sense of her spiritual danger. She was the only child of a fond and affectionate parent. The depression which accompanied her discovery of guilt and depravity awakened all the jealousies of her father. He dreaded the loss of that sprightliness and vivacity which constituted the life of his domestic circle. He was startled by the answers which his questions elicited; while he foresaw, or thought he foresaw, an encroachment on the hitherto unbroken tranquillity of a deceived heart. Efforts were made to remove the cause of disquietude; but they were such efforts as unsanctified wisdom directed. The Bible, at last-0, how little may a parent know the farreaching of the deed, when he snatches the Word of life from the hand of a child!-the Bible, and other books of religion, were removed from her possession, and their place was supplied by works of fiction. An excursion of pleasure was proposed and declined. An offer of gayer amusement shared the same fate. Promises, remonstrances, and threatenings followed; and the father's infatuated perseverance at last brought compliance. Alas! how little may a parent be aware that he is decking his offspring with the fillets of death, and leading her to the sacrifice, like

a follower of Moloch? The end was accomplished: all thoughts of piety, and all concern for the immortal future, vanished together. But, in less than a year, the gaudy deception was completely exploded! The fascinating and gay L- M. was prostrated by a fever that bade defiance to medical skill. The approach of death was unequivocal; and the countenance of every attendant fell, as if they had heard the flight of his arrow. I see, even now, that look, directed to the father, by the dying martyr of folly. The glazing eye was dim in hopelessness; and yet there seemed a something in its expiring rays that told reproof, and tenderness, and terror in the same glance. And that voice-its tone was decided, but sepulchral still-" My father! last year I would have sought the Redeemer. Father, your child is” Eternity heard the remainder of the sentence, for it was not uttered in time. The wretched survivor now saw before him the fruit of a disorder whose seeds had been sown when his delighted look followed the steps of his idol in the maze of a dance. O how often, when I have witnessed the earthly wisdom of a parent banishing the thoughts of eternity, have I dwelt on that expression, which seemed the last reflection from a season of departed hope, "Last year I would have sought the Redeemer!"

THE INFIDEL ANSWERED.

A FEW months since, a well known minister of the Presbyterian Church delivered a series of discourses against Infidelity, in a town in Louisiana, on the Red

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whom was a disciple of Tom Paine, noted as the ringleader of a band of infidels. So soon as he discovered the minister, he commenced his horrid blasphemies; and when he perceived him reading at one of the tables, he proposed to his companions to go with him to the opposite side of the table and listen to some stories that he had to tell upon religion and religious men, which he said would annoy the old preacher. Quite a number, prompted by curiosity, gathered around him to listen to his vulgar stories and anecdotes, all of which were pointed against the Bible and its ministers. The preacher did not raise his eyes from the book which he was reading, nor appear to be in the least disconcerted by the presence of the rabble. At length the infidel walked up to him, and rudely slapping him on the shoulder, said: "Old fellow, what do you think of these things? He calmly pointed out of the door, and said; Do you see that beautiful landscape spread out in such "Yes." "It has a quiet loveliness before you?" variety of flowers, plants, and shrubs, that are calculated to fill the beholder with delight." "Yes." "Well, if you were to send out a dove, he would pass over that scene and see in it all that was beautiful and lovely, and delight himself in gazing at and admiring it; but if you were to send out a buzzard nothing to fix his attention, unless he could find some over precisely the same scene, he would see in it rotten carcass that would be loathsome to all other animals. He would alight and gloat upon it with exquisite pleasure." "Do you mean to compare me to a buzzard, sir?" said the infidel, colouring very deeply. "I made no allusion to you, sir," said the minister very quietly. The infidel walked off in confusion, and went by the name of "The Buzzard during the remainder of the passage.-Presbyterian ¦ Herald.

"CAST THY BREAD UPON THE WATERS." MR. W had come up from his residence at Rouen to attend the anniversaries of the benevolent

societies at Paris. During the meetings he felt peculiarly distressed at the idea of his having done so little for the glory of Christ. Through the reports of the various societies which were on this occasion read, he was led to see the wants of a dying world. He was engaged from one end of the week to the other in his counting-room, pursuing secular ends, and doing comparatively nothing for Christ. While under peculiar depression from such a train of reflections, Mr. De Felice arose to address the meeting. This gentleman is now a professor in the University at Montauban, and is associated with the Monods, the Malans, and the D'Aubignés in carrying on the great work of evangelizing the

French nation.

In the course of his remarks, he spoke of the good that was often silently done, by the benevolent efforts of individuals who might remain till death totally unconscious of the unspeakable benefit they had conferred. In illustration of this remark, he referred to a premium that was offered by some unknown individual, for the best essay that should be written on the utility of Bible Societies. He himself was then a student at Strasburg, and in sentiment a thorough-going Neologist.