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of the Lord's day cannot be enforced by the authority of that commandment, two things perfectly distinct from each other will be confounded together. The Jews were commanded to keep holy the Sabbath, because they had been servants in the land of Egypt, and the Lord their God had brought them out thence; the most rigid mode of observing the Sabbath was enjoined them; and the observance of its duties was enforced by the penalty of death, and that penalty was inflicted upon the man who was found gathering sticks on the Sabbath day. Now where, I ask, is all this taught?-Is it taught by the fourth commandment? So the writer of these remarks would have you think!—but no such thing; they are taught not in the fourth commandment, but in the Levitical law: See, Deut. v. 15. Exod. xxx. 14. Had these things been taught in the fourth commandment, there would have been some reason for saying the duties of the Lord's day cannot be enforced by it: But why are they expressly excluded? Why is there such a marked distinction made between the fourth commandment and the injunctions of the Levitical law?-For this plain and obvious reason that the Levitical law was peculiar to the Jews, while the fourth commandment was addressed to all men in all ages, and in all nations. The ten commandments are moral, ay, and spiritual commandments too, according to St. Paul and the prophets, and do not "affect only outward observances," and therefore are and must be always binding upon all; and the very same writers will appeal to them as a rule of duty which is binding upon all who yet deny this, when they have some favorite speculation, or some new-fangled opinion to support. See Dr. Whately's Errors of Romanism, &c.

As to what is here said about privilege and duty, doubtless every duty is a privilege, and it is not less a duty because it is a privilege. But it is one of the masterpieces of Satan's devices, to separate duty from privilege, and in doing so he is more especially transformed into an angel of light, injures and often destroys the souls of the unlearned and unstable, promotes the cause of gross antinomianism, and throws discredit upon the doctrines of grace. The writer concludes the paragraph with saying, "the beast who has no soul may keep the Jewish Sabbath, but the children of God only can keep the

Christian." So then it is admitted that there is a Christian Sabbath, after all; but only the children of God can keep it; and can any but a spiritual-minded person perform any duty in a spiritual manner? Is faith a spiritual act? and yet faith in the Son of God is the bounden duty of all. The due observance of the Christian Sabbath must be a spiritual observance ; so was the Jewish Sabbath; and in proof of this, I would leave to the meditation of your readers, and the writer of the statement upon which I have been commenting, the 58th chapter of Isaiah, e pecially verses 5, 6, 7, 13, 14, where the prophet reproves the people for their formality and regard to only outward observances, as if they were beasts who had no soul, and enforces upon them the necessity of a spiritual observance of God's ordinances: and though in the opinion of the best commentators, the prophet addresses the Christian church, yet, in their primary application, his words belonged to the Jews of the day in which he wrote. "If thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the Sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord, (the Lord's day,) honorable; and shalt honor him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words: Then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it." A LOVER Of Rest.

[We insert this piece, as we would ever wish to uphold the sanctity of the Lord's day; but we think our correspondent has partly mistaken "M.M.S." whose object appears to be to distinguish between the Jewish Sabbath and the Lord's day, and to describe the former as enforced on the nation of Israelites by penal sanctions, and the latter as enjoined on Christians by spiritual obligations.—ED.]

REMARKABLE ANAGRAM.

PILATE'S question to our Saviour, "What is truth ?" in the Latin vulgate stands thus, “Quid est veritas?” These letters transposed make, “Est vir qui adest." "It is the man before thee."

POETRY.

MORNING IN MAY.

CLEAR was the sky, for not a cloud
Disturb'd the azure blue,

When the fair sun in brightness proud
Dispell'd the morning dew.

The pale dim moon still linger'd there,
Though night's dark course was run;
And seem'd, in dying grandeur fair,
To hail the rising sun.

The flowers bowed, and dewy bright,
Arose with dawning day;

The birds awoke with new delight,
And nature's garb was gay.

Then let us praise creation's God,
While journeying here below;
Tread in the path our Saviour trod,
And fear no mortal foe.

EVENING IN MAY.

Clear was the sky, no clouds were seen;
The sun alone seem'd monarch there.
'Twas eve, and all around serene;
'Twas May, in youth and vigour fair.
The flowers, with every beauty crown'd,
Had laid their grandeur by,

To sleep till morning, whispering round,
Should wake them with a sigh.

The birds had tuned their latest note

To Him who reigns on high;

And nature did in beauty float

Before the wandering eye.

Soon shall the last mild evening fade,

And morning never rise;

But night, in dark terrific shade,

Shall bear us to the skies.

NIGHT IN MAY.

The moon, bright guardian of the night.

Assumes her vast domain,

While round the heavens' stupendous height The stars their seats maintain.

Grand and romantic, wild and free,
Lovely, sublime beyond compare,
Night is the hour of mystery,
And melancholy watches there.
Sweet meditation lowly stoops,
And nature seems in darkness lost;
While rude imagination droops,
With fancied woes and troubles tost.
The night of darkest, drearest shade
Bids us prepare our God to meet,
In robes of majesty array'd,
In glory on his judgment seat.

E. A. W.

A LITTLE BOY TO HIS FATHER, AT SUNRISE ON A MORNING IN SPRING.

It is refreshing to turn from the agitations of the adult world to "home, sweet home," and listen to the warblings of an artless child.

FATHER, awake! it is not night;

The sun is up, the sky is bright,
The birds have left their leafy nests,

And joys are struggling from their breasts.

I cannot sleep; I hear them say,
"Morn is the childhood of the day;
Be up, for morn in life's career
Should be as cheerful, bright and dear.

Come forth and breathe the balmy air,
A thousand sweets are floating there:
A thousand sounds are mingling wild,
Come forth with us, fond waking child."

Father, awake; and take thy boy
To hear this matin burst of joy,
To see the world all bright with dew ;-
Father, I want to go with you.

You told me, God, though very high
Above the sun, above the sky,
Is prais'd by creatures here below-
The birds are praising him, I know.

And those soft twinklings of the leaves,
With every moan the ocean heaves,
Are all to Him a grateful song-
Father, how can you sleep so long?

My little hymns, I think, would please
His list'ning ear, as well as these,

If thou would'st wake and teach my tongue
To join the birds in morning song.

I hear them now among the trees;

I hear the humming of the bees

It seems as though my heart would breakFather, dear father, do awake!

LINES

Suggested by attending a Funeral.
DEATH at every hour I see,
When will it approach to me?
Is the arrow on the bow,
Ready for the destin'd blow?
When shall I the summons hear,
Is it distant, is it near?

Death in every place I see,
Where will it approach to me?
In the field, or on the flood?
In the calm of solitude,-
Or amid the city's noise,-
Or amid domestic joys?

Death in every shape I see,
How will it approach to me?
Like the spirit of the storm?
Or seraph of a gentle form?
Cloth'd in terrors and alarms,
Or array'd in heav'nly charms?

Death, I know, will come to me,
Why must I its victim be?
'Tis the portion which the fall
Made the common lot of all;
From th' immutable decree
None of Adam's race are free.

Death, I must thy captive be,
Whither wilt thou carry me?
Up to the celestial plains,
Or to everlasting pains?

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