dream, begins to stir, to move, to rise. It first surmounts the hills which are around Jerusalem; then rises higher than Carmel, that solitary mountain of the west; then overtops Tabor; and springs up, at last, as far above Lebanon as Lebanon was above the meaner hills of the land. It is established on the top of the mountains, and exalted above the hills, and up to it he sees flocking all nations. It has become the center of the world. It gives law to every people and tongue. The Lord himself sits in the midst of it, distributing justice impartially to all near and far off. And around and within the shadow of his universal throne, the prophet beholds many hammering their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruninghooks-others sitting below their vine and fig-tree-and all calm, peaceful, and happy, under the solitary scepter of Jehovah.

Thus shaped itself on Micah's eye a prospect which must yet be transferred from his to the broad page of the world. Like Sion, the Church is, in one view, very small. Hindoos and Chinese speak of her as a low heresy, creeping about the mountains and marshes of Europe; and contrast her with their ancient and colossal establishments. Jews and Mohammedans deride her, as cemented by the blood of him that was crucified. And in one sense they are right in so judging; in another, they are fearfully mistaken. Christianity is nothing, except that it is divine-nothing, except that it comes from heaven-nothing, except that it is to cover the whole earth with its power and its praise. The arm of a prophet was just like any other human arm; it possessed precisely the same number of bones, sinews, muscles, and veins. And yet when raised to heaven, when electrified from above, it could divide the sea, raise the dead, and bring down fire from the clouds. So the true Church of Christ is just an assemblage of simple, humble, sincere men→→→ that is all; but the Lord is on their side, and there we discern a source of energy, which shall yet shatter thrones, change the destiny of nations, and uplift, with resistless force, the mountain of the Lord's house above the mountains and above the hills.

This despised and struggling Church shall yet become universal. "All nations shall flow unto it." Those who wander on the boundless steeps of Tartary--those who shiver amid the eternal ice of Greenland-those who inhabit Africa, that continent of thirst-those who bask in the lovely regions of the South Sea-all, all are to flow to the mountain of the Lord. They are to "flow;" they are to come, not in drops, but with the rush and the thunder of mighty streams. "Nations are to be born in one day." A supernatural impulse is to be given to the Christian cause. Christ is again to be, as before, his own missionary. Blessed are the eyes which shall see this great gathering of the nations, and the ears which shall hear the sound thereof. Blessed above those born of woman, especially, the devoted men, who, after laboring in the field of the world, shall be rewarded, and at the same time astonished, by finding its harvest-home hastened, and the work which they had been pursuing, with strong crying and tears, done to their hands, done completely, and done from heaven. In this belief lies the hope and the help of the world. But for a divine intervention, we despair of the success of the good cause. Allow us this, and Christianity is sure of a triumph, as speedy as it shall be universal. On Sabbath, the 16th of May, 1836, we saw the sun seized on the very apex of his glory, as if by a black hand, and so darkened that only a thin round ring of light remained visible, and the chill of twilight came prematurely on. That mass of darkness within seemed the world lying in wickedness, and that thin round ring of light, the present progress of the Gospel in it. But not more certain were we then, that that thin round ring of light was yet to become the broad and blazing sun, than are we now, that through a divine interposal, but not otherwise, shall the "knowledge of the glory of the Lord cover the earth as the waters the sea."

With this coincides Micah's prophecy. From Sion, as of old, the law is to go forth; and the word of Jehovah issuing from Jerusalem seems to imply, that he himself is there to sit and judge and reign—his ancient oracle resuming its thunders, and

again to his feet the tribes going up. And the first, and one of the best fruits of his dominion is peace. "They learn war no more." Castles are dismantled, men of war plow the deep no longer, but are supplanted by the white sails of merchant vessels; soldiers no more parade the streets in their lothesome finery of blood; swords and spears are changed into instruments of husbandry, or, if preserved, are preserved in exhibitions, as monuments of the past folly and frenzy of mankind. (Perhaps a child finds the fragment of a rusty blade some day in a field, brings it in to his mother, asks her what it is, and the mother is unable to reply!) Peace, the cherub, waves her white wing, and murmurs her soft song of dovelike joy over a regenerated and united world.

Swift be your approach; soon his clouds and come down;

All hail, ye "peaceful years!" may your great harbinger divide and soon may the inhabitants of a warless world have difficulty in crediting the records which tell of the wretchedness, the dispeace, the selfishness, and the madness of the past.

NAHUM.

Nahum was a native of Elkoshai, a village of Galilee, the ruins of which are said to have been distinctly visible in the fourth century.

Nahum's prophecy is not much longer than his history. It is the most magnificent shout ever uttered. Like a shout, it is short, but strong as the shout which brought down Jericho. The prophet stands-a century after Jonah-without the wall of Nineveh, and utters, in fierce and hasty language, his proclamation of its coming doom. No pause interrupts it; there is no change in its tone; it is a stern, one war-cry, and comes swelled by the echoes of the past. Nahum is an evening wolf, from the Lord, smelling the blood of the great city, and uttering a fearful and prolonged note-half of woe, and half of joy, which is softened by distance into music. How wondrous that one song should have survived such a city!

In a shout, you expect nothing but strength, monotony, and loudness. But Nahum's is the "shout of a king;" not merely majestical in tone, but rises, with splendid imagery and description. Nineveh must fall to regal music. It must go down amid pomp and poetry. Especially does the prophet kindle, as he pictures the pride, pomp, and circumstance of war. Tyrtæus and Korner, nay, Macaulay and Scott, are fainthearted on the field of battle, compared to Nahum. He strikes his lyre with fingers dipped in blood. In him, a prophetic blends with a martial fire, like a stray sunbeam crowning and hallowing a conflagration. Hear Nineveh shaking in the breath of his terrible outcry-" Woe to the city of blood! She is all full of falsehood and violence. The prey departeth not. There is a sound of the whip, and a sound of the rattling wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the bounding chariots, and of the mounting horsemen. There, too, burns the flame of the sword, and the lightning of the spear, and a multitude of slain, and a heap of dead bodies, and there is no end to the carcasses-they stumble upon carcasses."

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Nahum's prophecy possesses one poetical quality in perfection. That is concentration. He has but one object, one thought, one spirit, one tone. His book gathers like a wall of fire" around the devoted city. He himself may be fitliest likened to that wild and naked prophet, who ran in incessant and narrowing circle about Jerusalem, and who, as he traced the invisible furrow of destruction around it, cried out, "Woe, woe, woe," till he sank down in death!

ZEPHANIAH.

His genealogy is more minutely marked than that of any of his brethren. He is the "son of Cushi, the son of Gedaliah, the son of Amariah, the son of Hezekiah." While his genealogy is thus carefully preserved, none of the facts of his life are given. We know only that he was called to prophesy in the days of Josiah, the son of Amon, the King of Judah. He was cotem

porary with Jeremiah, and, like him, "zealous to slaying" against the idols and idolatrous practices of his country.

Zephaniah is less distinguished than some of his brethren for any marked or prominent quality. He is not abrupt, like Hosea, gloomily-grand, like Joel, majestic, like Micah, impetuous, like Amos, or concentrated, like Nahum : he is rather a composite of many qualities, and a miniature of many prophetic writers. We have vehement denunciation of the sins of his own people; we have the dooms of idolatrous nations pronounced with all the force and fury of his office; we have pictures, startling for life and minuteness, of the varied classes and orders of offenders in Jerusalem-princes, judges, prophets, and priests; and we have bright promises, closing and crowning the whole. All these are uttered in a brief, but impressive and solemn style.

But why, is it asked, do these Hebrew prophets utter such terrible curses against heathen countries? Are they not harsh in themselves, and do they not augur a vindictive spirit on the part of their authors? We ask, in reply, first, were not those curses fulfilled? Were they uttered in impotent fury? Did they recoil upon the heads of those who uttered them? Did those ravens croak in vain? If not, is it not to be inferred that the rage they expressed was not their own; that they were, in a great measure, as ravens were supposed to be, instruments of a higher power, dark with the shadow of destiny? Evil wishes are proverbially powerless; the "threatened live long”--curses, like chickens, come home to roost. But their curses-the ruins of empires are smoking with them still. But, secondly, even if we grant that human emotions did to some extent mingle with those prophetic denunciations, yet these were by no means of a personal kind. Of what offense to Ezekiel had Tyre, or to Isaiah had Babylon, been guilty? Their ire was kindled on general and patriotic grounds. Thirdly, Let us remember that the prophets employed the language of poetry, which is always in some degree that of exaggeration. Righteous indignation, when set to music, and floated on the breath of I*