Thy rod and staff sustain my soul 5. Before the foes who will my harm With wine hast crown'd my cup, and pour'd 6. Thy mercy and Thy goodness, Lord, While some verses are close translation, verse 4 of the above psalm is plainly mere paraphrase and comment. 'Ps. c. 1. Let all the peopled earth To God their voices raise; With gladness tell his praise; To Him alone Your offerings bring, Before His throne. ‹ 2. O turn, your God to own, The Lord, by Whom ye live; Not man, but God alone The gift of life could give: Beneath His care We feel no need, Like flocks we feed In pastures fair. '3. O hasten to His gates, Where saints with praises meet; How good is God, 4. For O, the Lord is good; To wax and wane.' Mr. Gibson, of Furneux Pelham, has printed, under the title of 'Testimony of the Church to Holy Baptism,' (Bell,) a very complete catena of authorities, patristic, ritual, and reformed, on the subject. The passages we observe are translated, and the work is creditable both to the scholarship and churchmanship of the writer. It brings together, into an available compass, what has hitherto been found in detached and often inaccessible quarters. Hungarian Sketches' is the first instalment of a series, to be called 'Constable's Miscellany of Foreign Literature.' The general plan promises well: it offers a set of translations, chiefly, as we imagine, of popular and contemporaneous works, in which fiction will predominate. The first volume, some novelets by Moritz Jökai, introduces us to a new class of manners and character. In the latter respect, the writer is far inferior to Miss Bremer; but in mere power of external description, he somewhat resembles her. Hungarian country life, with its rough, rude, barbarous plenty, is a curious thing; and the uncommon quantity which the heroes eat and drink, causes us perpetual astonishment in reading this volume. It is absolutely cloying and surfeiting in the kitchen and cellar department. We have observed this peculiarity in inferior artists; a novel writer and a painter, when he can do nothing else, attracts universal attention, or perhaps sympathy, when his page, or his canvass, displays something to eat. Mr. Jökai is never so happy as when he has got all his dramatic company fairly at the dinner-table. In his History of Scotland,' (Masters,) Mr. Flower has printed a useful little book, and one which carries on a favourite series, the 'Juvenile Englishman's Library.' Why thrice, at p. 231, Lord Balmerino is miscalled Bolderino we cannot conjecture. We are very much afraid that Mr. Spry, of West Bromwich, hardly reaches that class of poets which neither gods, nor men, nor columns can endure. This gentleman, with the best possible intentions, prints certain words divided into decasyllabic masses, which the kind-hearted may take for blank verse-very blank verse indeed. Mr. Spry's subject is 'The Deluge,' (Birmingham Langbridge.) Here is a specimen : Yet seven days, an awful interval By God's forbearance, for repentance given, To vindicate his justice and his truth, And sweep them like the chaff from off the earth. Mr. Anderdon, in mentioning whose name we are betraying no confidence, has published in a handsome form a second edition of his delightful 'Life of Bishop Ken,' (Murray,) of which we have long since spoken our sincere admiration. "The Plain Commentary,' (J. H. Parker,) that most practical series of all practical Bible notes, has proceeded to two more parts, embracing St. Luke. A greater encomium we cannot pass than to say that it equals its predecessors. Archbishop Whately, in his recent Charge, 'Thoughts on Christian MoralInstruction,' (J. W. Parker,) speaking of some of our comments on the disquisitions of himself and his friend, Bishop Copleston, says, 'that the Reviewer,' meaning ourselves,-'probably was writing for such as he 'trusted had never read, nor were likely to read, any of the works in which 'these warnings had been put forth,' viz. Archbishop Whately's own works. Now, we must say this is very unfair in the Archbishop; he returns evil for good. Far from trusting that our readers will not read Archbishop Whately, we have generally been at the trouble of advertising all his works for nothing. We have always made a point of counting up the number of times Archbishop Whately quotes himself. And, save Archbishop Whately himself, we know nobody who has called such attention to Archbishop Whately's writings as ourselves. Certainly, we cannot say whether our readers are likely to read these works or not: but it is undeniable that we have taken explicit pains to proclaim their existence. Here they are once more, in the order in which they are known and quoted, bristling in look, polemic in sound, angry and defiant in gesture: the labours, as Archbishop Whately tells us, 'of a quarter of a century, earnestly and repeatedly setting forth a truth.' Only it is always in the shape of Whately's 'Peculiarities,'' Difficulties,' 'Dangers,' 'Errors,' 'Abuses,' and 'Doubts' which is not a little characteristic. There is a simplicity and kindliness in Archdeacon Berens' Sermons for a Sick Room,' (Rivingtons,) which makes them a superior specimen of the good old-fashioned school of divinity. We always welcome the writings of this good man. 'Scenery, Science, and Art,' is a miscellaneous volume, by Professor Ansted, the geologist. It is published by Van Voorst, and is unequal in execution: it has a fragmentary and unconnected aspect. Nor are we quite satisfied with the mixture of criticisms on the picturesque and scientific details. On art, Mr. Ansted is common-place: science, and especially geology, is his strongest point. Mr. Daniel Butler, of St. John's Wood, has preached and printed a 'Funeral Sermon,' for his colleague, Mr. Wharton, (J. W. Parker,) which is not only a graceful composition, but exhibits great skill and judgment in the writer. It commemorates just a respectable common-place character: and to do this, and to say everything that ought to be said, without fulsomeness or exaggeration, is no easy task. Mr. Butler has achieved it. The theological book of the quarter-and it is that least prolific in new publications—is a volume of 'Academical Discourses,'—the Irish Bampton Lecture-on the Inspiration of Holy Scripture, by Mr. W. Lee, Fellow of Trinity College, (Rivingtons.) Mr. Lee pursues the subject beyond the ordinary details; and with reference to the nature of Inspiration itself, and 'to the possibility of reconciling the unquestionable stamp of humanity 'impressed upon every page of the Bible, with that undeviating belief in its 'lawfulness and infallibility, which is the Christian's most precious inherit'ance,' he endeavours to supply a blank in English theology. With the same object, he distinguishes between Revelation and Inspiration; and especially combats the views of S. T. Coleridge and Mr. Morell. Few laymen have worked more steadily and more practically than Mr. Henry Hoare, in the cause of the restoration of Synodal action. He has, therefore, especial claims to be heard, in detailing the progress of the cause. We have before us a 'Report of the Proceedings at a Meeting at Chichester,' (Rivingtons,) in which Mr. Hoare took part; and though we are disposed to think that he not unnaturally perhaps attributes more of the success of the cause to his own immediate friends than to other workers, it is quite certain that he does not say enough of his own personal exertions and sacrifices. Mr. Strachey, in his 'Miracles and Science,' (Longmans,) has got out of his depth. The Rev. Nash Stapleton publishes Three Broad Sheets analytical of the Church Catechism,' (Groombridge :) this analysis proves that Mr. Stapleton himself is in serious need of instruction in the document which he undertakes to explain. We welcome in the seventh volume of The Monthly Packet,' (Mozley,) the most complete, and varied, and lively periodical of a serious cast which reaches us. 'The Violet's Close; or, Annie Dale,' (Hatchards,) contains some truths; ex. grat. p. 56: It is wonderful to think of time, and how it passes. To reflect that each minute as it glides has gone for ever! That all the wealth which every land could produce, could not bring a single second 'back! ' A letter, which certainly requires an answer, has been written to Mr. Dale, of S. Pancras, by one of the district incumbents, Mr. Millner, of Kentish Town, (Darling.) Its title is, Parochial Division, the only remedy for the Spiritual Wants of St. Pancras.' Its substance is a tolerably explicit charge that the Vicar's scheme of dividing the parish is to get rid of all the work, and to retain all the pay. Readings for the Aged,' (Masters,) is the second part of an ingenious and useful attempt on the part of Mr. Neale to found some sort of instruction to a small congregation of old and sick people under his care, on the minor Church festivals. They exhibit all the writer's rare facility of illustration and language, clear, popular, and not vulgar. We cannot testify our delight with the 'Narrative of the Bishop of Newfoundland's Second Voyage to Labrador,' performed last year, so as by giving a specimen of it :practically 6 Friday, August 12th.-We removed to-day to Ward's Harbour, (thirty'five miles,) with a very light breeze, sailing at five o'clock, and coming again to anchor at three o'clock in the afternoon. Mr. Kingwell followed in his boat, (this place, with all the Bay to the north of Twillingate being in his Mission,) but could not leave before ten 'o'clock, and was twelve hours making the journey. Mr. Boone went on shore, and found the principal planter, through whose exertions chiefly the little church (a very humble but neatly finished structure) was built, prepared to receive and welcome us. He showed his church with modest satisfaction, which, though only a wooden room, twenty-four feet by eighteen, with five square windows, has cost ' him some seventy pounds, besides labour; as great a sacrifice or expen'diture perhaps for him, as the whole cost of a cathedral would be to some "that have riches." He was very desirous to have the building conse'crated, and with it the land adjacent, which he and his neighbours had 'marked out for a grave-yard. I felt little or no difficulty about the church, 'but could not consent to consecrate the grave-yard while it had no fence. 'He met that difficulty by engaging to put up a temporary fence of stakes ' and nets to-morrow, and a more substantial one of rails and pickets before 'the winter. Feeling sure that his promise, God willing, would be per'formed, I did not hesitate to grant all his request. He spoke to me with 'much deep and right feeling of a neighbour who had been his chief asso'ciate and assistant in planning and building their church, and whom, after 'watching over and tending in a long illness, as the physician of both body ' and soul, he had lately consigned to his last resting-place, in the grave-yard ' of their own choice. "He had been wild," he said, "in his younger days, but for three years he had been an altered character, and before his death 'he told me all he had done wrong." The poor man, it seems, had recog'nised the duty, if not the privilege, of the Apostle's injunction, "Confess 'your faults one to another;" and that other duty and privilege had not 'been forgotten by his friend, "to pray one for another." We walked 'together to some of the lovely harbours or "Arms," as they are called, ' and I was pleased to observe several large patches of land under cultiva'tion, with promising crops of potatoes, &c. I derived much gratification, ' and I hope some instruction, from my walk. Saturday, August 13th.-While Mr. Kingwell was employed preparing his candidates for Confirmation, and Mr. Freer in measuring and laying 'down the church, grave-yard, and small portion of land for a glebe, I 'journeyed with Mr. Boone in a boat to a neighbouring settlement, called 'Nimrod Tickle (nine miles). We left at half-past eight, and did not reach our destination till two o'clock. We visited all the families, six or seven, all happily members of the Church, and remarkably clean and tidy in 'their dwellings, &c. Our stay was unfortunately very short, and it was 'well we did not remain longer, as we were four hours in returning. We, however, arrived in time to visit the church and grave-yard, and inspect 'the preparations made for to-morrow's holy services. We found the fence ' of nets and stakes duly set up. My lectern was carried into the church, to supply both reading-desk and pulpit. A better table also had been placed at the east end, and a stand erected for the "font-basin," that at 'least, in outward things, the Apostle's injunction might be observed, and 'all things be done decently and in order. 12th Sunday after Trinity, August 14th.-The little wooden building was duly consecrated and dedicated to the honour of God, and his worship ' and service only, by the name of Christ's Church-and, I trust and 'believe, with all due devotion and readiness of mind, if not with all the 'formality and circumstance of such services, in more favoured or more 'wealthy localities. A Missionary Bishop, with two Priests and a Deacon, and a few simple-minded and devout fishermen, were perhaps as suitable in setting apart this simple wooden structure, in a remote harbour of Newfoundland, as the more splendid processions of our native country, to |
