friends went up that they might worship-Jesus and his disciples that they might pray. When Moses went up with Joshua, the glory of the Lord covered the mountain as a cloud, until at length Moses enters the cloud-so a bright cloud overshadows Jesus, Moses, and Elias, there is a voice out of the cloud, and (in Luke) an entering into the cloud. Six days the cloud covered the mountain, and Moses was called to Jehovah-and in Matthew and Mark it is, after six days' that Jesus takes his disciples with him to witness the Transfiguration. Independent of the passage in Malachi, it was a Rabbinical idea that Moses and Elias would appear in the Messiah's times. Besides, to the Christian it was a grand desideratum to represent his Messiah as conversing with the Founder and Reformer of the first Dispensation; and nothing was so natural a subject of conversation as the Passion, when the Atonement doctrine was once established. The Transfiguration is evidently formed upon the Myths of the Old Testament-and it must have been one of the latest-formed legends in the three Palestinian Gospels, while in the region where the Platonic Gospel was written-whether that were wholly at Ephesus, or conclusively at Alexandria-the legend did not suggest itself to minds less deeply tinctured with Hebrew predilections. Let us now devote so much attention as our remaining time, this evenin gwill allow-to three subjects-the Locality, the Duration, and chronology, of the Public Life of Jesus. (To be continned in next number.) Keview. Peace Lyrics. By H. G. ADAMS. (C. GILPIN, 5, Bishopsgate Without.) THIS tasteful little volume is the production of one whom I have long known and esteemed, and who is esteemed by very many whose esteem is best worth having, in his native county of Kent. Peace and Brotherhood have their shrines in the very heart's core of the bard, and he has, most appropriately, dedicated his Lyrics to Elihu Burritt. Mr. Adams is the author of many volumes of poetry and prose: indeed no Kentish poet has received a greater welcome. The pieces in this volume are, perhaps, more perfect in music than anything he has yet produced; and they are certainly inferior to none of his former productions in vigour. The two following pieces may serve as a spice of his quality : I sing no song of chivalry, I wake no sounding lyre, MY POETICAL CREED. The deeds of Knights in tourney-fights, I look not unto ages past, I turn not to the giddy height, But the truly great, whate'er their state, And who are these? the wise, the good, With whom to walk, with whom to talk, And deem the Christian garniture, We have chivalric spirits, too, Men who have fought a goodly fight And themes like these, shall better please, THE SICKLE AND THE SWORD. There went two reapers forth at morn, He reaped, and bound it into sheaves, And lo! the other takes his stand, And furiously he tramples down, To which of these two earnest men, And by the Mighty Judge of all Which deems He best for men to use, A COMPENDIOUS WAY TO BE SAVED.-Some, who despair of being saved by works, turn Methodists, to obtain salvation by faith. They resemble the butler in Addison's Drummer. Having lost a silver spoon, he consults a conjurer; who promises the spoon again upon condition that he should "drink nothing but small beer for a fortnight;" but the butler despairing to "recover it in this way, e'en bought a new one." Thus it is much easier to be saved by faith among the Methodists, or absolutions among the Papists, than by a course of moral practice: all sinners like it better, for the same reason that an epicure or voluptuary had rather be cured by medicine, or Bath waters, than submit to abstinence and regimen.— Sylva, or the Wood. 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"Oh, Wellington-or Villainton... Though Britain owes (and pays you too) so much, A prop not quite so certain as before! Don Juan. IT is the celebration of the Queen's birth-day-the fifteenth of May. Having to pass by Apsley House,' and the colossal equestrian statue oft he Iron Duke,' on my way from my own home to the city-an unusual bustle and running of people brought me to a halt. What a significant shew passes under that arch above which stands the giant image! It is a throng of general officers on horseback, with the Iron Duke himself, and Lord Hardinge with his one arm, and the royal duke,' Cambridge, abreast. How bolt up right the 'hero of Waterloo' affects to sit, and yet how he rocks and totters, with his years of eighty-one!—and what a contrast there is between his gay scarlet coat and white plumes, and that bedimmed face and ever-mumbling mouth! They escort him to the gates of Apsley House; and a groupe of boys, streetsweepers, and cabmen, take off their hats and shout. All who were passing, 'gentle or simple,' stopped to gaze curiously at the old man ; but the shouters -of a verity, they were truly of the unwashed!' Yet this was the 'Man of Order,' whom the well-to-do should have delighted to honour. But they left the honour-paying to the canaille! Was not this a sign that thought is beginning to germinate in the minds. of some? They looked on curiously; but they remembered that the 'hero' was an expensive curiosity, and a slaughterous one. So the disposition to take off the hat and cheer, was not found in them. And that old man himself—was not he a sign, too? Bedecked and bedizened, yet all his splendid trappings could not make him look young again. Like the principle of 'Order' which he represents and has fought for he is in his superannuation; and all his decorations only serve to make it more apparent. The last struggle is taking place with him-and with Kings, Popes, and President-Pretende s; and all their shew and pretence of security cannot hide it. They belong to the Age-that-was, and their trappings too. The present age feels this, and groans to be delivered from both. Yet this deliverance may not be realised so soon as the most ardent could wish. The type may often put on his trappings, and enact that unseemly farce, yet; and 'Order' may yet, again and again, suppress the struggles of its victims, and often mount afresh its plumes, and don its holiday gear. But 'Order' will eventually-like its type-be stricken with the loss of breath, and put on its gala dresses no more. It must come to that, at length-at Apsley House, in the Elysee, in the Vatican, in every palace in Europe. It is in the very nature of things, that it should be so. Let mind grow-strengthen-deepen -widen; and when false 'Order' with its bloodshed and tinsel die out, true Order shall make a peaceful, rational, and happy world. THOMAS COOPER THE CRISIS AT HAND, IN FRANCE. So the workmen of Paris have shewn that they know how to win other victories than those of the barricades. Universal Suffrage works well. The President Pretender and his corrupt Ministry have been beaten by Eugene Sue and the Social Democrats of Paris. Consternation and alarm prevail in the ranks of the "Friends of Order." They had strained every nerve, they had used every artifice, they had slandered democracy, they had gagged the Press, they had suppressed meetings; in the army they had degraded the officers, and transported to Algeria the men who were known to be most imbued with socialist principles: no dodge was too mean, no trick too shabby; and, now that they are defeated, their rage and fury at the "Cannibals" who have returned Eugene Sue, by a majority of 10,000, is proportioned to the extent of their fears, and the bitterness of their disappointment. Eugene Sue is not only a republican and a socialist: there is a feature in his character which renders him particularly obnoxious to the friends of established abuses. The men of the long purse and the long acre, backed by the men of the long knife, would not have been so successful as they have been in promoting the reaction which has followed the Revolution of 1848, not only in France but throughout Europe, if they had not been aided by the men of the long head and the long conscience. The priests and monks and Jesuits have been at the bottom of the foul conspiracy against the rights and liberties of the people. They know that Eugene Sue understands their trickery; and that he has both the courage and the ability, as well as the determination, to expose and denounce their machinations. He is their most formidable opponent. Hence their hatred and personal vituperation of him. One thing is clear: Universal Suffrage and the present system of "Order" will not hold together. Hence the heads of all the factions are now plotting to overthrow the Constitution and destroy Universal Suffrage. The Special Constable' is seeking to strengthen the friendly relations already existing between his own government and those of Austria and Russia. The clouds are dark and lowering. The Revolutionary tempest threatens soon to rage more furiously than ever over the Continent of Europe. Austria and Russia are collecting large armies upon their frontiers, in order to crush the republic without, if treason should be unsuccessful, from within. The aristocracy and the money jobber, and all the classes who have grown "fat and well favoured," by the plunder of the industrious portion of the community, would be willing to league not only with Nicholas, but even with Beelzebub, to maintain their power, and perpetuate the slavery of the working-classes. The Monarchs of Europe are scarcely less alarmed at the Paris Elections than is Louis Napoleon himself. They know that France is the advanced guard of Liberty in Europe, and that Paris sounds the key-note; and they would pay any price for the destruction of the French Republic, as a measure necessary for their own security. Frenchmen will recollect that Well, France has been menaced before. in 1792, in the name of the Sovereigns of Europe, and in defence of the throne and the altar,-Brunswick with the "truant chevaliers," the base and cowardly Aristocracy of France at his heels, and backed by British gold and Austrian and Prussian bayonets, advanced towards Paris issuing his famous Manifesto, in which he threatened to raze Paris to the ground and deliver the inhabitants over to military execution if "they dared to stand on the defensive." They will call to mind how their fathers responded to that threat: how they demolished the Bastille, and stormed the Tuilleries: how they not only drove back the invaders, but how they who had dared to threaten the Capital of France had to do homage for their own. The people of Paris are more humane, but I trust not less heroic, than their fathers. We have no fear of France from foreign invasion. Let the despots send their assassin bands from every country in Europe. Let the Russian bear and the Austrian vulture hunt together. Let blind bigotted priestridden Spain add to their number, and Pio Nono, the last of the Popes, bless the banner of their liberticidal enterprize, France, in the power and grandeur of her democracy, will, as before, be prepared to receive them. "Come then with every hireling, Sclave, Croat and Cossack; Meanwhile let tyrants bear in mind that in any new war against liberty (whatever be the disposition of the English Government) they will not be supported by British gold. We can't afford it; and we dont mean to try. Our past wars have bound us over to keep the peace, in securities of eight hundred millions! And let those who menace other nations look at home! The heart of Hungary still beats, and Kossuth lives. Poland bides her time, and trusts the day of coming retribution. Italy has not forgotten her ancient glory, nor abandoned her determination to realize Mazzini's glorious dream of the Italian Republic, one and indivisible. The idea of democracy, the common nature and the common rights of man, the realization of Christ's Gospel of fraternity, has everywhere taken deep hold of the hearts of men: hence our faith in the future. Force may be put down by force; but it is impotent in combatting with opinion. Principles are indestructible: thought must in future govern the world. The Revolution of action has been preceded by a Revolution of thought and sentiment. The people are everywhere marching on toward the promised land of Freedom. They have to pass through the Red Sea. Pharoah-Kings may harden their hearts, and follow after them with horses and chariots, to bring them back into the land of bondage; but they will be overwhelmed by the returning waves: "Poor Kings they are all in the depths of the sea”— Such was the prophetic dirge of Beranger. Time will show. THOMAS SHORTER. Life is like a game at cards; we know the cards will beat any one, but he who plays them carefully will do more with the same cards, than he who throws them out at random, The gifts of nature, education, and fortune, are the cards put into our hands; all we have to do is to manage them well by a steady adherence to the dictates of sound reason,― Tucker's Light of Nature. |