smell, and as whole as possible; and the greatest care is to be taken that it have not been exposed to the air to pall and evaporate. The drink, tea, is made in China, and throughout the greatest part of the East, after the same manner as in Europe; viz. by infusing the leaves in boiling water, and drinking the infusion hot. Indeed, among us, it is usual to temper its bitterness with sugar, but the Orientals use it without the addition of sugar or milk. However, the Japanese are said to prepare their liquor in a somewhat different way, viz. by pulverizing the leaves, stirring the powder in hot water, and drinking it as we do coffee. From the account given by Du Halde, this method is not peculiar to the Japanese, but is also used in some provinces of China. The common people, who have a coarser tea, boil it for some time in water, and make use of the liquor for common drink. Early in the morning, the kettle, filled with water, is regularly hung over the fire for this purpose, and the tea is either put into the kettle enclosed in a bag, or, by means of a basket of proper size, pressed to the bottom of the vessel, that there may be no hinderance in drawing off the water. The Bantsjaa tea only is used in this manner, whose virtues, being more fixed, would not be so fully extracted by infusion. The Chinese are always taking tea, especially at meals: it is the chief treat with which they regale their friends. The most moderate take it at least thrice a day; others ten times, or more; and yet it is computed, the consumption of tea among the English and Dutch is as great, in proportion, as among the Orientals. The distinctions chiefly regarded in Europe are the following: Green Teas.-1. Bing, imperial or bloom tea, with a large loose leaf, of a light green colour, and a faint delicate smell. 2. Hy-tiann, hikiong, hayssuen or heechun, known to us by the name of hyson tea: the leaves are closely curled, and small, of a green colour verging towards blue. Another hy son tea, with narrow short leaves, is called hyson-utchin. There is also a green tea named globe, with long narrow leaves. 3. Song-lo or singlo, which name it receives, like several others, from the place where it is cultivated. Bohea Teas.-1. Soo-chuen, sutchong, sou-chong, or su-chong, called by the Chinese saa-tyang, and sactchaon or sy-tyann, is a superior kind of cong-fou tea. It imparts a yellowish-green colour by infusion, and has its name from a place or province in China. Padre sutchong has a finer taste and smell: the leaves are large and yellowish, not rolled up, and packed in papers of half a pound each. It is generally conveyed by caravans into _Russia: without much care, it will be injured at sea. It is rarely to be met with in England. 2. Cam-ho or soum-lo, called after the name of the place where it is gathered: a fragrant tea with a violet smell; it infusion is pale. 3. Cong-fou, congo, or bong-fo: this has a larger leaf than the following, and the infusion is a little deeper coloured. It resembles the common bohea in the colour of the leaf. There is also a sort called lin-kisam, with narrow rough leaves. It is seldom used alone, but mixed with other kinds. By adding it to congo, the Chinese sometimes make a kind of pekoe tea. 4. Pekao, pecko, or pekoe, by the Chinese called back-ho or pack-ho: it is known by having the appearance of small white flowers intermixed with it. 5. Common bobea or black tea, called moji or mo-ee by the Chinese, consists of leaves of one colour. The best is named Tao-kyonn. An inferior kind is called An-kai, from a place of that name. In the district of Honam, near Canton, the tea is very coarse, the leaves yellow or brownish, and the taste the least agreeable of any. By the Chinese it is named honam-te, or kuli-te. But besides these, tea, both bohea and green, is sometimes imported in balls, from two ounces to the size of a nutmeg and of peas. The Chinese call it poncul-tcha. The smallest in this form is well known under the name of gunpowder tea. And sometimes the succulent leaves are twisted like packthread, an inch and a half or two inches long; three of these are usually tied together at the ends by different coloured silk threads. Both green and bohea teas are prepared in this manner. The manner of gathering and preparing the leaves, as practised in Japan, according to Kæmpfer, as far as our information reaches, is in a great measure conformable to the method used by the Chinese. (To be concluded in our next.) POETRY. (For the Imperial Magazine.) ON PRAYER. A Sequel to Mr. MONTGOMERY'S Poem, "What is Prayer?" Affectionately inscribed to that excellent Christian Poet, by his obliged servant,-JOSHUA MARSDEN. PRAYER its way to God can find, Prayer to God ascends with ease Place the Christian where you will, Prayer's a pathway to the throne; Rocks of granite, gates of brass, From the belly of the fish, From the lion's den-the wish Up to heaven presses. grace Deity, in every place, Prayer from earth to Mercy's throne Wheresoe'er thy lot command, "YOUR FATHERS, WHERE ARE THEY?" An affectionate Tribute to the Memory of the Twenty-four Preachers, who have died since the Conference, 1825. Or, the first Words of President Watson's Sermon before the Conference, improved by JOSHUA MARSDEN. WHERE are the fathers, men of God, Renown'd in ancient story?Once tenants of an earthly clod, Now stars in skies of glory; But, as from time they wing their way, So flowers, that vanish every May, Where are the prophets?—They alone And left a harp, whose soothing tone Skies, that once blush'd and knew no night, Where are th' apostles ?-Muse, reveal, Whose glowing love and seraph zeal And wheresoe'er the cross they bore, Where are the saints, who firmly stood, And wrote their history in blood, Ah! they are blest, and she is flown, Who ting'd with blood her lawless throne, Where are the Puritans in deed, A worthless prince afflicted; Who, if they did not martyrs bleed, A blaze of truth their spotless names On fame's bright list exhibits; While bloody Jefferies, Charles, and James, Where is the firm Wesleyan band, The fathers of our Zion; Who rous'd from death a guilty land, And now the muse shall gild her page, God may the workmen lay aside, To stain all glory, gifts, and pride, One only branch to screen thy tender form, Which oft beneath the dark impending storm Has shivering bent; While growing age and circling years crept on, Till all its verdure, bloom, and beauty, gone; Its foliage wither'd up, and all its vigour spent. Still may'st thou stand, securely rooted fast, New sensibilities within thy breast; To taste, but not alone, the joys refin'd, . In mutual bliss, Life's pleasures prove-and all its woes beguile, By daily pledge of love-and cheerful smile Of calm content,-and seek a happier world than this. There grew the rising, healthy bush, It grew more gay each rolling year, Well planted in a garden, where "They mingle with the solar fire, To make you grow and bloom; As if to make us know she had She there beheld a suckling dear, To this, her offspring, thus she said: "None half so lovely in my sight, I will defend, with all my might, "When ruthless hands are lifted up, To take thee from my side, The ruthless hands I soon shall stop, And still defend my pride. "In thee, my love, my life is bound, I only live for thee; More sweet than all the sweets around Thy fragrance is to me. 30 "When I shall wither and decay, "Which thy fond mother us'd to grace, "In my beloved I shall live, And still a fragrance shed, More sweet than all the flow'rs that give Their fragrance on this bed." While thus the tree set forth its fame, And spoke of future fruit, And sever'd from its root The sapling he so much admir'd, "What! take my darling from my view, What tongue can tell my grief? Oh! wretched me! what shall I do? "My cup of sorrow overflows! By hands that once were kind!" "My kindness," said the owner here, "Because I still the parent love, "To rise, and grow, and bud, and bloom, "No chilling blast, no ruthless band, "Thee too I soon intend to take, "My garden in the world above, The star-bespangled skies, Learn hence, my most beloved friend, On God your owner to depend, His precious promise plead. His promise you shall prove is true, To me, may bis abounding grace The visitation bless; That I may bear in future days The fruits of righteousness. Oh! let us both to him devote Our little all below; That when we all his will have wrought, To Jesus we may go. A full surrender make to him, Of all we have and are; And we shall see the great Supreme, Where she for three long rolling years, Has sung the Saviour's love; Adoring her exalted King, There pain and parting are no more; The happy throng their King adore, WM. STONES. When he announc'd, with philosophic truth, Of these grand wonders which the moderns know? And yet his mind, bright as the star of eve, And wondering saw these admirable truths, T. C. GORMIRE LAKE, YORKSHIRE. "Where oft young Poesy Stared wildly eager in my noontide dream." Coleridge. LAKE! once again I cross thy furzy sides, And glance upon the gleaming of thy face, Whereon the clouds their golden outline trace, Thy sable water, which a village hides.* It seems a place where mortals ne'er intrude, To break the sweet and silent solitude That hovers o'er this calm and dormant deep. Oh! could I sit upon that rural seat, And look for ever on yon kingly rock, Broke by the earthquake's devastating shock, The fragments scatter'd at his lowly feet! Region, where Poesy her bower has made, My heart sojourns within thy sylvan shade! London, March, 1826. G. Y. H. *The credulity of the adjacent villagers leads them to assert, that a group of human dwellings once stood on the site of this lake, and that the tops of houses and chimneys are visible, on a clear day, to the fishermen embarked on its surface. Be this as it may, certain it is that the huge crag which overlooks it, was partly shaken down down at the precise time of the earthquake at Lisbon, when the lake was probably formed which, on a second eruption, will receive THIS volume has been about twelve months in our hands, and it is only of late that we have found time to examine its contents. For this delay we ought to apologize to the author, but nothing we can urge in our behalf will alter the fact we have thus admitted. He may, however, be pleased to learn, that we think the work carries with it its own recommendation; and, that being able to draw from its own resources, it is the less dependent upon foreign aid. This biographical compilation contains the lives of ninety persons, flourishing in different periods of the Christian era, beginning with Clement, bishop of Rome, and ending with the Rev. John Caspar Lavater. The individuals thus selected were not less remarkable for their personal piety, and zeal for the cause of God, than for their constancy under suffering, their courage in combating danger, their unremitting perseverance, and extensive usefulness in their day and generation. Several among them held some of the more exalted stations which the church could afford; they were called to endure persecution while living, and to seal the truth with their blood. Those of the earlier ages the rock into its silent bosom, and bear away the passed through the fiery ordeal of wood which interposes betwixt them. SONNET.-SCAWTON WOOD. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods." METHINKS that here, remov'd from all mankind, I could exist in sweet obscurity; And, when my day is come, serenely die; My grave within this temple of the mind,This leafy spot, through which the rustic road Seems almost buried by the hills that rise On either hand, aspiring to the skies; And all is still throughout the dim abode. pagan Rome; and several that lived about the time of the Reformation had to sustain the bigoted vengeance of papal cruelty. In subsequent periods, persecution arising from more local causes, and meeting them in the discharge of their duty, put their faith and sincerity to the severest test. But, whether assailed by sword and fire, or made the victims of injustice under less sanguinary laws, they held fast their integrity, and, nobly riding out the storm, they have bequeathed the influence of their example to posterity. The names and sufferings of |