entitled, "a Defence of Particular Redemption, wherein the Doctrine of the late Mr. Fuller, relative to the Atonement of Christ, is tried by the Word of God ?** It is indeed, tried, and found to be very deficient. I advise your readers to obtain this cheap publication, which will furnish them with scriptural arguments to meet all that sophism, craft, and carnal reasoning, employed by those who profess to be the friends of free-grace, but who are by their offers of grace its opponents. Stortford. The Deity; a Poem, in Twelve Books. By Thomas Ragg, with an Introductory Essay by Isaac Taylor, 12mo. pp. 380 London, Longman and Co. Nottingham, W. Dearden. " SOME of our readers may recollect, perhaps eighteen months since, reading in our pages a notice of a poem on the Incarnation of the Lord Jesus Christ by this author. It was mentioned in the preface thereto, that it was one out of twelve books constituting a larger poem, the publication of the whole of which was held back by the author's circumstances not prudently permitting him to encounter the risk of so large a publication. This difficulty has, however, been surmounted by the kindness of a friend, and the entire poem is before us. It is dedicated to James Montgomery, Esq. Many of our readers may deem us too liberal of praise, when we say, that in our opinion this poem is little if at all inferior even to the productions of that gifted individual It is indeed a brilliant display of argument in the first part to demonstrate the being of a God from visible creation and from providence; in the second, to shew the nature of God, or the manner of the divine subsistence, as manifested by his attributes and modes of action; the third portion exhibits God revealed. The author draws largely from scripture, and has also availed himself of the writings of those who have gone before him. fonThis book is a very remarkable production, when, in connection with the extraordinary talent, beautiful versification, and religious feeling which it exhibits, it is known that it was written in his twenty-fourth year, by one who has had to work for his livelihood ever since he reached the age of eleven, without receiving in the time an hour's education of any kind. It would be easy and gratifying to extract many delightful portions; but as the profits will, of course, be beneficial to the author, we prefer giving it our warmest recommendation: none who relish hightoned religious poetry will regret the purchase. We shall therefore take only one brief extract, that our readers may form some idea of the beauties with which it is filled: di Ere long the King of kings, the God, the Christ, V 50 Served as a braiding to his robe of cloud. e And there, on stone engravd to Moses gave civis : In the ten A perfect transcript of his mind and will got de gút Boy. đó ng The prophet broke the When, on descending from the mount, he saw Given to be broken, that mankind might see The weakness of the flesh; all mouths be stopp'd, The law fulfiller; Him, the way, the truth, Of moral excellence, the fountain spring Of goodness, whence all creatures theirs receive." A Short Defence of the Service of the Church of England, in Answer to the Rev. J. T. Campbell's Letter to the Bishop of Chester. 8vo. pp. 36. Manchester, H. Smith. A Lay-Member's Letter on the Dogmas of Calvinism Answered, and the Foolishness threof Exhibited, 12mo. pp. 36.. 36. E. Palmer. London, The Old Adage of "The Elect shall be Saved, so hey may Do as they Will, and Live as they Please," Scripturally Considered, 12mo. pp. 12. London, E. Palmer.. These three tracts are all by the Rev. Thomas B. Baker, a clergyman of the National Establishment, at Northwich, Cheshire; and the perusal of them strengthens us in the persuasion, that there are still among its ministers, many v who are not ashamed to declare the whole counsel of God. J The first is a warm and unlimited vindication of the liturgy and discipline of the Church of England, in much of which we are at issue with the Author. It has awakened in our minds a great desire to see Mr. Campbell's Letter; even his name was before unknown to us, but from the extracts given in Mr. Baker's reply, we cannot help surmising that he is one whom the Holy Ghost hath awakened to discern the things which differ. It appears from this Pamphlet that he hath just seceded from the establishment; a most necessary step for all to whom its forms and discipline are an obstacle; but we do not think the less worthy of a man who conceives it to be his duty to remain within her pale; and therefore, while we smile at the excited vindication which Mr. Campbell's Letter hath produced, we congratulate the parishioners of Great Budworth, in having for their minister a man of God. The second pamphlet is a vindication of Mr. Hewlett's Vessels of Wrath and Vessels of Mercy, against the attacks of a Lay-man who : has designated it as filled with the dogmas of Calvinism it is written with some severity, and is filled with arguments and extracts to prove the Calvinism of the Church of England. The Old Adage is a reproach which hath long and often been cast in the face of those who believe in particular election, freegrace salvation, and the final perseverance of God's redeemed. Mr. Baker concisely analyses the assertion, and briefly, but very clearly shews the hollowness and vagueness of the remark. This tract is well calculated to be more known and widely circulated. દર્દ થ Metrical Exercises upon Scripture Texts, and Miscellaneous Poems. By Harriet Rebecca King, 12mo. pp. 168. "London, Smith and Elder. To prevent the wandering of thought, which frequent inability to hear the public service of the Church was found to increase, the practice of meditating in metre, upon the text was adopted by our authoress; and these meditations, with some other poems, constitute this little volume. It is neatly and tastefully got up, and some of the pieces may be read with approbation.o and t A Bell and a Pomegranate for the City Zion, being a Poem u upon Christian Experience; the Folly of a mere Profession of Christ; Native Depravity, and various subjects of Eternal Truth: By Henry Howell, 18mo. pp. 33. London, E. Palmer. We are always anxious to commend as far as possible those works, which, however deficient in literary merit, prove their author to be well acquainted with the experimental part of the believer's chequered path, while travelling in this dreary land; and very often we regret that some, whom we highly esteem as prose writers, imagining that they are also skilled in poetic composition, so frequently injure and tarnish those subjects which they aim to adorn. Mr. Howell is evidently an uneducated man, and in addition to that, without any poetic genius; he has, therefore, while aiming to illustrate and enforce scripture truth, from various metaphors and similies, most lamentably injured the subjects descanted on, and his work only tends to excite in the minds of the unregenerate, scorn and contempt for those grand truths which are shadowed forth in holy writ under type and shadow, and which truths we would charitably hope our author himself is experimentally acquainted with. We subjoin two verses as a proof of what we have advanced. This senseless stupid ass, But knows" his master's crib," Oh sweet electing love, Added to the imperfections of the author, there are so many typographical errors, that we would hope Mr. H. will not proceed with a second part until he has found some friend to revise and correct it before it is presented to the public. PELOPOLTRY. THE LOVE OF GOD. THE love of God-O blissful theme! Is infinite in worth; When they have felt its melting pow'r, Dirn They only know true mirth, The love of God-O deep profound! This perfect love casts out my fear, While death hangs on the Lover's pieką co brow,5 23 And all this love for me. Though Love is hung between two thievesy ass From him that once this love receives Of love that rescued me from hell, No Satan The love of God ere time began! (Their mighty power I dare defy) This love tean ever steal. Took wisdom by the hand to planove made my ransom'd soul her Salvation to devise: This love from all eternity, Prepar'd for sinners, e'en for me, A mansion in the skies. Love made my great salvation sure, Yea! while my heart was Satan's throne, Love placed me in an ark secureLove then esteem'd me as her own, 'Twas love that shut me in Love kept the door, and keeps it still, Love says, my child, 'tis not my 20h willon 26 Her child in Jesus bless'd. Love trac'd me to the brink of woe, Then said, "Thou shalt no further go, "I'll now possess thy heart"-Gave me a wound, and then to heal, de Did Jesus' precious blood reveal, Did Jesus grace impart., "That thou should'st die in sin.?? Love, when my soul in Adam fell From God unto the brink of hell,bur Her purpose did reveal; Stepp'd forth and to the serpent said, "The woman's seed shall bruise thy nhead, Nor did Almighty love stop here, The Lover too is thine." crown God's dear and only Son came down, To shed his precious blood, For guilty sinners, vile and base, Not those who did deserve his grace, See here the love of God! That love by mortals never told, On Calv'ry's sacred mount behold beln streams of blood pourtray'd, And say, "Was e'er such love before "As Christ display'd to pay our I'm lost without thy aid! One whose debts Christ has paid. Constrain me now to sing; MUSINGS AT ESHCOL, No. 324 de 90% Of heav'n, and of salvation's inysteries. - But, what are they whose mental eye seem'd clear'd They which in after years surpris'd I've seen my And even hope! Lord, tell me what are they? -I would gain knowledge; but when pondering thus, Trembles my soul, lest theory alone 'Should satisfy my seeking, and I die Like these, an hypocrite! Behold the light oil str. 71*15 See that it sprung to life touch'd by a spark, da de sa 50L * By frequent unction of the Holy Ghost; THE CHRISTIAN SECURE IN THE CONVULSIONS OF NATURE. HARK! the most dreadful voice of God, é verda yth Breathes anger o'er each matted wood; Heav'n rolls red lightnings swift along, Whilst thunders (bursting from Jehovah's tongue, That stubborn rends the roots of verdant trees, Ge b'tam. S Which boasted strength through centuries. These soon beneath descending waters drown'd, The storm still frowns, nor homage pays, In wrath forbids the midnight calm, ༞ ་ ་ ་ |