them even in the language of hope, as having "departed in the true faith of Christ's holy name?"

This sentence, isolated from its reference to a special case, might, perhaps, be so glossed over or explained away as to appear fraught with little or no mischief; but it must be borne in mind that it is a personal answer to a personal question; that it refers to two individuals named and described in the 'causes of complaint.' Regarded in this view, it is awful language for poor mortal man-so awful, that we feel pressed in spirit to denounce it. O! when we think of God's "uttermost" in contrast with man's narrow, starving, beggarly, bigoted restrictions; ought we not to cry out in adoring wonder, "The foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, THE LORD knoweth them that are his !" True, the subject is not dropped without some attempt to qualify this fearful denunciation, by telling us, that such a course as is here sanctioned, implies "no presumptuous denial of the ultimate blessedness of the deceased." "We leave them," says he, "to their and our most merciful Judge, confident that He who knoweth what is in man will make all due allowances for the sins and errors of his creatures, whether they die within his Church, or without its pule !"

What! Are those who die out of God's Church (for it is God's Church that is here spoken of)-are those who have no connexion with the Church purchased by Christ's blood, to be henceforth expectants of a glorious immortality, or, at all events, to lay the flattering unction to their souls, that their case is not hopeless. Is there a contingent eternity of blessedness, even, for those who have not departed hence in the Lord; who were never members of his body, or numbered with the faithful upon the earth? Yet this nonentity--this shadow of a shade--this microscopic hope, is all that can be given to the Moravian, the Presbyterian, the Wesleyan, or the Dissenter generally!

Slave Trade.-A cautionary notice has been issued by Messrs. Zulueta & Co., of London, stating that they will refuse acceptance to all bills of exchange drawn upon them from Sierra Leone, or the African coast generally, as they cannot obtain any satisfactory opinion how far such a step might affect them with reference to the provisions of the 5th Geo. IV, cap. 113.

It may, perhaps, be in the recollection of some of our readers that Mr. Zulueta was proceeded against, about a year ago, by the AntiSlavery Society, for his supposed connexion with the African slavetrade, but was nevertheless acquitted. Capt. Jennings, who commanded the vessel he had assisted in purchasing for him, and which was found hovering off the coast, with the usual equipments for the iniquitous traffic, is now out on bail; his trial in London, having been

put off more than once, in consequence of the absence of a material witness.

Egyptian antiquities.-A mummy was unrolled at Canterbury, on the 13th September last, the hieroglyphics upon which have been thus englished:

'Royal offering to Anup, attached to the embalment, that he may give wax, clothes, manifestation, all on altar, to go out in the West happy-that he may give air the warmest of breath for sake of Har, truth speaking, son of Unnefer, child of lady of the house Sahereneb. "Royal gift offered to Osiris, resident in the West-great godlord of the east, that he may give a good painted case in Nouteker.

"O support Maut, mistress living Nutpe, great one rejoicing in Tetu, with thy mother, the Heaven over thee, by her name of extender of the Heaven, that she may make them to be with the god, annihilating thy enemies in thy name of a god, directing or suffusing with other things all giving great in her name of water-great her name of thy mother over thee, in her name * ✶✶ thee to be with the god annihilating thy enemies in thy name of a god; that she may suffuse, making * * * Har, son of Unnefer, truth-speaking born of the lady of the house, making Sahenneb.”

We should like to see a second translation of this jargon into common sense; though it is interesting as furnishing a general idea of the tenor of mortuary inscriptions among the ancient Egyptians, and setting forth the name of the deceased, Har, the son of Unnefer and Sahereneb. But it is not very easy to ascertain how the etymology of these names has been settled, when we remember that the vowels, if expressed at all, are interchangeable in hieroglyphic writing, and that consequently the a, e, and u, may be each of them as correctly rendered by any other vowel. See our volume for 1842, p. 387. et seq. The inscriptions appear to be precatory, and are addressed severally to Anabis, the conductor of the souls of the dead to their resting place; to Osiris, the supreme judge, and to the goddess Nepte, of whom an engraving is given in our last year's volume, (p. 361.) The request made to Osiris is out of character; and that to Netpe, nonsensical; but sufficient is made out to satisfy us, that the Egyptians recognized a future state, and felt something of the powers of the world to come.

Stopping the supplies-The Court of Common Council of London determined, on the 12th of December, to afford no pecuniary assistance towards the erection of the new free church in St. Giles'; it having been stated by Mr. Wire, that out of twelve churches to which the corporation had contributed, ten had become Puseyite,

POETRY.

THE MOTHER AND HER SICK CHILD.

SLEEP on, my boy, and o'er thy fevered brow
May gentle angels keep their silent watch!
May he who is the Lord of angels bend
His pitying eye, and give thee soothing sleep!
Oh, may He breathe around thy languid form
Refreshing health, if such his holy will:
Yet good that holy will, though sickness sore
Should linger, even sickness unto death.

My child, my treasure! I have given thee up
To Him who gave me thee. Ere yet thine eye
Rested with conscious love upon thy mother,
Long ere thy lips could gently sound her name,
She gave thee up to God; she sought for thee
One boon alone - that thou might'st be His child;
His child sojourning on this distant earth-

His child, above the blue and radiant sky:
"Tis all I ask for thee, beloved one, still.

Perchance, in some fond hour, this heart may wish
High intellect to beam around thy brow,
And all that earth counts joy to tend thy steps:
Perchance I wish thy bright blue eye may cheer
The solitary remnant of my days;

That I may watch thine opening character
Unfolding like thy father's, bright and pure,
The Christian and the scholar; yet, my boy,
All these fond wishes of thy mother's heart
Are merged in one—that thou may'st be His child,
His own devoted child; to spread his glory,
Whether in earth's dark places, or on high,
In labors such as blessed angels know.
And he will hear the prayer, he will accept
The offering he hath strengthened me to give.

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Even thus of old a babe was offered up,
Young Samuel, for the service of the temple:
Nor He refused the gift; but o'er his head,
Poured the anointing of all graces meet
For his high office. So may'st thou, my child,
In thine own humbler sphere be consecrate!
Sleep on then, dearest, safe from peril, sleep;
Though sickness be thy lot. In life or death,
Be but His arms around thee, thou art safe.

Oh! it is bliss to live, even on earth--
Laboring for Him; gathering his own elect
From a wild, sinful world to his fair fold:
And it is bliss to die-to soar on wings
Of angels, to his bright celestial throne.
To bend adoring at the fount of light-
To dwell for ever in its blaze: my child,
Such days on earth, or rapture such in heaven,
Thy mother, lowly kneeling, asks for thee.

S. E. P.

THE LONELY ONE.

Weary and friendless, child of grief, art thou,
Dark, fearful cares upon thy spirit press,
Sorrow hath stamped its signet on thy brow,
And none in this sad hour, are near to bless:

No gentle voice, amid thy loneliness,

Breathes its sweet music; the world's festive throng,
Gay with insensate pleasure, glides along,

Without one passing glance at thy distress.

Yet weep not mourner, for thy heart's deep love,

Is linked to the bright, purer, world above;
Sweet is thine holy converse with the skies;
Oft like those favored ones on Tabor's height,
Fair radiant visions burst upon thy sight,

And hush the pensive murmuring strains that rise.
Brighton.

H. M. W.

THE WIDOW OF NAIN.

(Luke viii. 11—16.)

[Lines suggested by seeing a print of this subject.]
Yes, there thou art, thou lone one, in thy sorrow,
Bearing thy lov'd, thy last one, to the tomb;
But thy poor faithless heart before the morrow,

Shall bear no memory of this sad day's gloom-
Hush that heart-rending sigh, and dry the tear,
"THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE" is near!
Behold Him come! upon his heavenly brow,

Earth has trac'd lines of thought, and shades of care;
A man of grief, and deepest sorrows now;

And yet the God though veil'd, is radiant there:
The God is heard- his voice the dead must own
"THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE" alone.

O! to have seen thee, but so lately weeping,
As one bereav'd of thy last earthly stay;
So soon the harvest of thy sorrows reaping;

Thy night scarce closing ere it turned to day :
Why is this change beside thy dead one's bier?
"THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE" is here!
"Weep not," the Saviour cries-Oh, tones of gladness
Chasing thy doubts, and hushing every sigh;
Breaking in silv'ry tones upon thy sadness-

Like the still moonbeam through the stormy sky :
How the "great calm" waits on thy whispered word!
MY RESURRECTION AND MY LIFE, my Lord!

What tender haste to stay the passing bier,
What haste to bid the dead awake and rise!

What majesty of mercy shew'st thou here;

-The God of grace unveil'd before our eyes! While the pale corpse recalled to earth, reveals "THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE" he feels! Jesus my Saviour though thou hast ascended,

To thy high throne, of old prepared in heaven, Remember, how the sufferer thus befriended,

Speaks peace to all for whom thy blood was given: And visit me in mercy, even me,

MY RESURRection and MY LIFE to be!

M. S. V. B.