the importance of artificial manners, and the fluent pronunciation of a foreign tongue. The direst curse of old Babel seems to be reserved for this generation, delivering over our young men and maidens to the fatal wiles of modern Babylon. The division of languages thus leads to dividing many a soul from its God; and this indulgence of the "pride of life,” this fulfilling of "the desires of the mind," will furnish a theme for endless lamentation to many who, in their greedy pursuit of outward distinction, close their eyes to the scriptural warnings that God has not given in vain, however little we may regard them.

This chapter is sombre-its subject, and its type are equally so. No external brightness rests upon the Passion-flower; but that from which it takes its name contains even the brightness of the glory of God. Dark, sad, and comfortless was all that met my view, in the brief and clouded course of my poor E. but the eye of faith, brightened by the recollection of many a fervent prayer sent up on her behalf, can discern a glorious beam, emanating from the land that is very far off, with the figure of the nun, among a multitude of " 'backsliding children," whom the Lord has reclaimed, rejoicing, in the splendors that surround the throne of the Lamb.

I shall finish this chapter with a little poem; not my own-I wish it were !-but the effusion of a dear friend, to whom I gave a copy of Mr. M'Ghee's invaluable pamphlet, having written in the front, No peace with Rome.' She immediately sent me the subjoined stanzas, which, with a heart full of sad and indignant recollections, I present to my readers.

C. E.

before me, but I think I see the soft white hand of my pensive nun reaching among its branches, and behold her graceful figure, with its bend of unaffected humility, as she gave me the memento, her eloquent eyes bespeaking more than either action or words could express.

I remember, also, the disgust with which I once witnessed the grossly familiar manners of some bulky priests, who came to the door of the room, unaware of my being in it-manners evidently most unpleasing to E. who nevertheless, was constrained to wear an aspect of submission, when her hand was warmly seized by those spiritual pastors. I can likewise remember, that the countenance of the foremost became most portentously overcast, when his eye fell on me: and that it was the last time of my ever being permitted to converse freely with the nun. In those days, the theological treasures of DENS, had not been communicated to the laity; but their recent disclosure has furnished me with a key to many puzzling recollections.

Oh that I could so speak as to reach the hearts and consciences of those parents who, while professing the Protestant faith, can be so awfully blinded to their sacred obligations, as to trust their children within the blighting atmosphere of popish lands, and popish seminaries! They know not, because they will not investigate, the perils of such a situation : the vain and hollow acquisition of accomplishments, which, when gained, only prove so many ties to bind those youthful spirits more fast to an ungodly world, becomes, through Satan's devices, such a bait to them, that even the life of the soul is overlooked in the computation, and heaven itself cannot outweigh

the importance of artificial manners, and the fluent pronunciation of a foreign tongue. The direst curse of old Babel seems to be reserved for this generation, delivering over our young men and maidens to the fatal wiles of modern Babylon. The division of languages thus leads to dividing many a soul from its God; and this indulgence of the "pride of life," this fulfilling of "the desires of the mind,” will furnish a theme for endless lamentation to many who, in their greedy pursuit of outward distinction, close their eyes to the scriptural warnings that God has not given in vain, however little we may regard them.

This chapter is sombre-its subject, and its type are equally so. No external brightness rests upon the Passion-flower; but that from which it takes its name contains even the brightness of the glory of God. Dark, sad, and comfortless was all that met my view, in the brief and clouded course of my poor E. but the eye of faith, brightened by the recollection of many a fervent prayer sent up on her behalf, can discern a glorious beam, emanating from the land that is very far off, with the figure of the nun, among a multitude of " backsliding children," whom the Lord has reclaimed, rejoicing, in the splendors that surround the throne of the Lamb.

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I shall finish this chapter with a little poem ; not my own-I wish it were !-but the effusion of a dear friend, to whom I gave a copy of Mr. M'Ghee's invaluable pamphlet, having written in the front, No peace with Rome.' She immediately sent me the subjoined stanzas, which, with a heart full of sad and indignant recollections, I present to my readers.

C. E.

NO PEACE WITH ROME.

"No peace with Rome!" An Afric youth

Beside his father stood;

The words he spake were words of truth,
And sealed in time with blood.
Though in an age of darkness born;
Though on a heathen altar sworn ;
That vow, in early boyhood spoken,
Was kept till age-till death-unbroken.

And we-and we-Oh, words of mine
Were weak, and cold, and vain!
The scenes of by-gone ages shine-
The saints for Jesus slain ;

They to whom cross and crown were given,
The cross on earth, the crown in heaven,
In all their awful grandeur come,

And ask if we're at peace with Rome.

Well may they ask; their blood was spilt
For rights which we've resigned,-

I pause not on the tale of guilt,
Nor look at things behind.
To things before us let us press,
If, mid our shame and wretchedness,
Some faithful spirits can unite

And gird them for the fearful flight.

These are not words of war in peace,

A hand has rent the mask;
A voice has bid our doubtings cease:
What peace?1 again I ask,

Shall Punic faith shame Christian deed?
Say, will ye bend or will ye bleed?
Oh, if ye bend, by martyrs' graves,

Be struggling, and not smiling slaves!

When Carthage sank, her daughters strove,

And bent the manly bow;

In fight of faith, in work of love,

Shall woman waver now?

"No peace with Rome!"-One voice is weak,
But clouds are gathering, all must speak,
And wield the weapons Christians bear,

(God speed the combat!)-truth and prayer!

June 26, 1835.

M. A. S.

"What peace, so long as the whoredoms of thy mother Jezebel, and her witchcrafts are so many?" 2 Kings ix. 22.