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FAMILY CIRCLE.

LAST WORDS OF A MURDERER. The following are the last words in the dying confession of Lucian Hall, who was recently executed in Connecticut, at the early age of twenty-eight, for a most awful murder.

"I have now given a full and true account of all the crimes I have committed, in my short life. I desire before I close, to say to all the readers of this book, that I impute all my wickedness and crime to a bad bringing up.

"Nobody ever gave me good advice; my father either made me work, or allowed me to play, on the Sabbath; and I never heard a prayer in my father's house. If I had been taken to church, and religiously taught, I should not now be in my present situation.

"I wish to say to all parents, Do not bring up your children as I was brought up. Give them the advantages of schooling, of religion, and good advice. For want of these I was led on to be what

I am.

"I wish to warn all young people against the course I have taken. Be ware how you reject good advice, or break the Sabbath. If you have religious friends and religious privileges, value them more than any thing else; receive the advice of such friends; improve those privileges while you have them. I wish with my last breath to warn all the young against that neglect of religion, and the Sabbath, which have brought me to ruin. I have suffered a great deal, and enjoyed myself very little, and have found that the way of trangression is hard."

AN ANGEL'S VISIT.

A young angel of distinction being sent down to this earth on some business for the first time, had an old courier spirit assigned him as a guide. They arrived over the sea of Martinico in the middle of the long day of an obstinate fight between the fleets of Rodney and De Grasse. When, through the clouds of smoke, he saw the fire of the guns, the decks covered with mangled limbs, and bodies dead or dying, the ships sinking, burning, or blown into the air, and the amount of pain, misery and

destruction, the crews yet alive were dealing around to each other, he turned angrily to his guide and said, "You blundering blockhead, you are ignorant of your business; you undertook to conduct me to the earth, and you have brought me into hell."

"No, sir," answered the guide, "I have made no mistake; this is really earth, and these are men. Devils never treat one another in this cruel manner;

they have more sense, and more of what men call humanity."-Franklin's Letters.

A LITTLE BOY.

A little boy, six years old, whose father had recently died, had gone to bed one evening, when his mother sat by the nursery fire, weeping at the remembrance of her loss. She supposed her son was asleep; but after a little time he raised his head and said, " Mamma, won't God be willing to be your husband?" "Why, my dear," said his mother, "how came "Because you you to think he would?" say, now that papa is gone to heaven, God will be my father, and I don't see why he wont be willing to be your husband."

THE YOUNG MAY DIE.

CHILDREN do not like to think much about dying when they are young. It is very common for them to think they shall be old men and women, and enjoy a long life. But this is not certain; the young may die as well as the old. Kind parents, and friends, and physicians, cannot prevent children from dying. We want our youthful readers to think of this, so that if they should be called to die young, they may be prepared to go where Jesus is, and be happy in heaven. We hope they will think of it every day, and pray that God will forgive their sins, and make them holy, that they may not be afraid to die. They will be aided in doing this by committing to memory the following pretty stanza;

"O blessed Saviour, take my heart,
And let me not from thee depart;
Lord grant that I in faith may die,
And live with thee above the sky."

WELCOME WINTER.

BY DR. BURNS.

WE bid thee welcome, Winter, with thy pure white garb of snow,
Though at thy dreary, cold approach, the singing birds did go;
And though the tiny insects now lodge deep below the ground,
And the idle sloth and grizly bear are sleeping fast and sound.
We bid thee welcome, Winter, with thy tempests loud and keen,
And though the fragrant, pretty flowers, no longer now are seen;
And though the lakes and little brooks are now all frozen hard;
And though much tender care it needs, our chilling limbs to guard-·
We bid thee welcome, Winter, 'mid the blessings kindly sent;
For while some joys have fled away, how many still are lent!
And though the season's past and gone, to go abroad and roam,
We now enjoy the sweet delights of happy house and home.
We bid thee welcome, Winter, though all nature's scenes seem dead,
And though the landscape's lovely hues have past away and fled;
We now draw near the cheering fire, and take the book and read
Of Him who came from heav'n to earth to give the bliss we need.

We bid thee welcome, Winter, too, for the lessons thou dost give,
For teaching thoughtless mortals, here they shall not always live;
For youthful Spring and Summer's strength, and Autumn's fruits decay,
And all in time give place to age, and death's cold wintry day.

Paddington, Jan. 1853.

THE POOR MAN WHO MADE
MANY RICH.

He liv'd amid the worldling's scorn,

A man of lowly mein;

Yet whence he came-or what his name-
But few could tell, I ween.

Nor rich was he, nor could he boast

Of princely acres fair ;
Though treasures of a nobler kind
He scatter'd everywhere.

He bound up many a bleeding heart

Sooth'd many an anxious mind;
The rich, than lose the truths he taught,
Their dearest joys resign'd.

He caus'd the cheek of pale disease
Its rosy tints to resume;

And many a desert heart became
A paradise of bloom.

He whisper'd in the widow's ear,

And soon her cheek grew dry;

The orphan caught his melting gaze,
And ceas'd his wailing cry.

For he gaz'd with love and tenderness,
On all who heard him speak;

The pearly tear oft seen the while
To linger on his cheek.

The people treasur'd in their hearts
His words, like jewels rare,
To banish from their dusky souls

Dark shades that linger'd there !
At length an awful death he died,
That men might life attain,
And meekly suffer'd every pang,
Our freedom to obtain.

He robb'd the dreary sepulchre

Of its long pending gloom,
For he hung the lamp of Love Divine
In the chambers of the tomb.

Like him though poor his servants be,
Their work is still the same;
They bless mankind where'er they go,
In their dear Master's name;

And if thou would'st enrich the world-
Thyself grow rich the while-

Go, meet the rude world's scowling front
With kindness and a smile!

REVIEW.

THE ECLIPSE OF FAITH: or a Visit to a Religious Sceptic. London: Longman, & Co. pp. 450.

IT has been of late years very much the fashion with a certain class of writers to cry down most of the timehonoured standard treatises on the Evidences of Christianity with which our language happily abounds; and to speak of the doubts which perplex the men of this generation as so different from those by which the people of by gone ages were assailed, as to require meeting with altogether new arguments, and an altogether new mode of treatment. The answers which satisfied our unthinking forefathers will not do for us; the difficulties which we see never occurred to them; it may be questioned even, whether, with their very superficial amount of learning-the almost necessary result of the constant whirl of business and pleasure in which they were involved, and which forms so striking a contrast to the calm quiet of our age,-doubts could have suggested themselves to their minds of so profound a nature as those by which our modern literary youth are troubled. In relation to our present wants, Paley is very meagre and shallow; Leland, Butler, and Lardner are antiquated; even Chalmers is getting out of date; whilst no one of these writers, though the last three especially were pretty good fellows for their day, affords answers to the posing questions concerning myths, protevangels, spiritual insight, impossibility of a book-revelation, &c., which the wise men of our generation know so well how to propose.

Now in reference to all this sort of talk we would observe, that, although regarding it with contempt in the form in which we have usually found it expressed in Reviews and elsewherepandering as it does, at least in our opinion, to a juvenile conceit and a most sickly sentimentality,-we cannot but admit that it has, in a certain sense, a substratum of truth. We are aware that with respect to the subject matter of objections to christianity, it may be truly said there is nothing new under the sun. Modern Pantheism is but a revival of Spinoza-ism,

and that again was but a new edition of doctrines that had been broached many ages previous. A hundred years ago Woolston talked about "letter and "spirit" in a manner greatly resembling certain people in our day, and discoursed of the New Testament miracles in a mode almost exactly the same as that recently adopted by Strauss; and we have the authority of no less a personage than Tholuck, for the statement that the objections to christianity and the Bible, recently brought over to this country from Germany, are but a re-importation, with minor additions and improvements, (?) of articles previously manufactured in our own land, in the days. of Tindal, Morgan, Chubb and Bolinbroke. But though we grant all this, it must still be allowed that each succeeding age has its own peculiar mode of thought and expression, the use of which invests the infidel arguments, old as they are, with an air of novelty, and renders needful for the defence of christianity, not perhaps the manufacture of new weapons, but at least the furbishing up of the old ones. Every successive period has its peculiar wants in this respect. So that until infidelity shall cease from our world, and this we fear will not be for long ages hence, we shall be continually requiring new books on this old subject, adapted in form and style to the peculiar temper of the times for whose benefit they are produced.

Now the work whose title we give at the head of this article is an attempt-we think a very successful one,

to meet that form of religious scepticism which seems to be most fashion able amongst educated people of the present day. Both in purpose and style it is thoroughly adapted to the age. There was a time when men were extravagantly fond of reducing argumentation to the form of strict mathematical demonstration; now-adays we abominate all that, and ask for something brief, sparkling, and informal. In the work before us, then, we have sound, weighty argument, invested with a slight drapery of fiction, we have close, earnest, disquisition enlivened by witty repartee, and succeeded by pleasant interlude.

Subject, of course, is different, but so far as style and form merely are concerned, we have here Plato's Dialogues over again, done into English of the nineteenth century. But when we say that this is a book for the times, let us not be misunderstood. It is not a book for general readers. Only those who are tolerably well acquainted with the present state of the infidel controversy will be able fully to understand and appreciate it. Our more advanced students, however, and younger ministers, will, we think, be at once instructed and delighted by it; and if unfortunately there are in our congregations any persons fascinated by the so-called spiritualist" theories of Newman, Parker, & Co., such will find it to be just the book they need.

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The plan of the work is as follows: A missionary in the South Pacific writes to a friend in England requesting information as to the present position of religious parties in this coun try, and more particularly as to the state of mind of a certain young man, named Harrington, a relative both of the missionary himself and of his Eng lish correspondent. The latter replies giving a brief account of the present distracted state of the religious world, and stating with respect to the young man in question that he has become, in reference to theological and ethical truth-a sceptic. Harrington, however, is no ordinary sceptic."He is an impartial doubter; he doubts whether christianity be true, but he also doubts whether it be false; and either from his impatience of the theories which infidelity proposes in its place, as inspiring yet stronger doubts, or in revenge for the peace of which he has been robbed, he never seems more at home than in ridiculing the confidence and conceit of that internal oracle, which professes to solve the problems which, it seems, christianity leaves in darkness; and in pushing the principles on which infidelity rejects the New Testament to their legitimate conclusion." Our missionary's correspondent adds, that he is expecting shortly to spend a few weeks with Harrington, during which they shall probably have frequent conversations on the subject of the latter's scepticism, and on religion generally, and promises to give his friend from time to time a minute account of every

thing of that nature which may pass between them. Then follows a series of conversations, in which not only Harrington and his uncle, but a young man named Fellowes, a devout admirer of Francis William Newman,another named Robinson, an equally ardent admirer of Strauss-and others take part. Among the subjects discussed are, the possibility or otherwise of a Book-revelation,-the identity of modern spiritualism with the older Deism,-belief and faith,-the difficulties of infidelity, the absurdity of the mythic hypothesis, the nature and possibility of miracles,-a future life,the supposed New Testament sanction of slavery, and the early spread of christianity. There is scarcely a single difficulty that has been urged in recent times in connection with the evidences of christianity, which is not here met and refuted. Four or five essays, some of them written in a serious and closely argumentative, others in a more light and humourous strain, are introduced in the course of the work. One of these, given in the form of a Dream, and entitled the "Blank Bible," has already appeared in the pages of this periodical. Another piece, of a somewhat similar character, appears under the heading, "The Paradise of Fools." In it the author sup poses himself transplanted to a world where are collected all those philosophers, and other knowing people, who in the present life have been accustomed to find such fault, not only with the Bible, but also with the entire constitution of this world, and the opportunity is afforded them of testing their own theories by experiment. Most ludicrous are the perplexities in which some of these persons become involved, and the impression left upon the mind, more especially with reference to the Bible, is, that notwithstanding all our fancied sagacity, it would be no easy thing for us to improve either on Divine revelation itself, the mode in which it has been accredited, or on the way in which it has been propagated amongst mankind.

In another and very amusing article, an attempt is made to apply to an event: of our own day the principles put forth by Strauss, and other German theorists. We need scarcely add that their fallaciousness thereby becomes abundantly manifest. The idea has evidently been

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suggested by Dr. Whately's ingenious cies, both of which, perhaps, claimed, brochure, entitled, "Historic doubts in impatience of the effete humanity of relative to Napoleon Buonaparte." In that age (a dead and stereotyped the piece before us, a certain learned Protestantism), to introduce a new antiquarian, named Dr. Dickkopf, is order of things. One of these parties supposed 1850 years hence to light sought to accomplish this by a resusci upon an account of the circumstances tation of the spirit of the past: the connected with the recent Papal ag- other, by attempting to set human ingression. He applies to it the princi- tellect and consciousness free from the ples of criticism so fashionable in the yoke of all external authority. In all present day, and in a few minutes probability the names were suggested shows most clearly that the said ag- to the somewhat profane allegoricogression could never have taken place; satirical writer by that text in the that the supposed historical account is English version, 'Put on the Newman,' in reality allegorical, or at most his- the new man of the spirit. We are torico-allegorical, and was most likely almost driven to this interpretation, designed broadly to caricature and indeed, by the extreme and exceedingsatirise some perceived tendencies or ly ludicrous improbability of two men conditions of the English religious de-brothers-brought up at the same velopement in certain parties of this age. The way in which the learned doctor is represented as dealing with the internal evidence of the document in question is exceedingly good. "Is it possible," he asks, "to overlook the singular character of the names which everywhere meet us ? Wiseman, Newman, (two of them, be it observed) Masterman, Philpotts, Wilde. Who that has been gifted with even a moderate share of critical acumen can fail to see that these are all fictitious names invented by the allegorist either to set forth certain qualities or attributes of certain persons, whose true names are concealed, or, as I rather think, to embody certain tendencies of the times, or represent certain party characteris Thus, the name of Wiseman,' is evidently chosen to represent the proverbial craft which was attributed to the church of Rome; and 'Nicholas' has also been chosen (as I apprehend) for the purpose of indicating the sources whence that craft was derived. In all probability the name was selected just in the same manner as Bunyan, in his immortal Pilgrim's Progress' (which still delights the world,) has chosen Worldly Wiseman' for one of his characters. It is said that he was a Spaniard; but who so fit as a Spaniard to be represented as the agent of the holy See! while, as there never was a Spaniard of that name, it is evident that historic probability has not been regarded. The word 'Newman,' again, (and observe the significant fact that there were two of them) was, in all probability, I may say certainly, designed to embody two opposite tenden

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university, gradually receding, pari passu, from the same point in opposite directions, to the uttermost extreme; one till he had embraced the most puerile legends of the middle ages; the other, till he had proceeded to open infidelity. Probably such a curious coincidence of events was never heard of since the world began; and this must, at all events, be rejected." And so the learned Dr. Dickkopf of the year of our Lord 3700, goes on, noticing point after point in the evidence, till he has triumphantly established the conclusion above-mentioned. The extract we have given is necessarily very brief, yet we think those of our readers who are at all familiar with the writings of the theorists referred to, will be able to perceive, even from it, that our author has succeeded in hitting off very happily the fallacious, though plausible mode of reasoning adopted by them. And we are inclined too to think that such a mode of meeting their attacks upon the historic verity of holy Scripture is better even than sober, serious argument.

Let it not be supposed, however, that the whole book is written in the humourous, satirical strain of the articles just adverted to. By no means. They are but the interludes. We had marked for quotation several passages in the more seriously written parts of the work. One of these was the au thor's reply to Gibbon's celebrated chapter on the early spread of chris tianity; another was his answer to the old infidel objection, reiterated by Newman, that the apostles thought the world was to end in their day, and

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