again, to the instances of some who seem to have been deficient in neither. As a field preacher, the courage, the self-possession, the temper, and the tact (and the same praise is due to his brother) which he displayed, place Wesley in a position inferior to none with whom it would be reasonable to compare him. After setting off from the account his constitutional intrepidity, his moral courage was that which is characteristic of a perfect benevolence, and which in the height of danger thinks only of the rescue of its objects. When encountering the ruffianism of mobs and of magistrates, he showed a firmness, as well as a guileless skill, which, if the martyr's praise might admit of such an adjunct, was graced with the dignity and courtesy of the gentleman. THE FOUNDERS OF METHODISM. It would not be easy, or not possible, to name any company of Christian preachers, from the apostolic age downward to our own times, whose proclamation of the gospel has been in a larger proportion of instances effective, or which has been carried over so large a surface with so much power or with so uniform a re sult. No such harvest of souls is recorded to have been gathered by any body of contemporary men since the first century. An attempt to compute the converts to Methodistic Christianity would be a fruitless as well as presumptuous undertaking, from which we draw back; but we must not call in question, what is so variously and fully attested, that an unimpeachable Christian profession was the fruit of the Methodistic preaching in instances that must be computed by hundreds of thousands, throughout Great Britain and in America. Until the contrary can be clearly proved, it may be affirmed that no company of men of whose labors and doctrine we have any sufficient notice, has gone forth with a creed more distinctly orthodox, or more exempt from admixture of the doctrinal feculence of an earlier time. None have stood forward more free than these were from petty solicitudes concerning matters of observance, to which, whether they were to be upheld or to be denounced, an exaggerated importance was attributed. None have confined themselves more closely to those principal subjects which bear directly upon the relationship of man to God,-as immortal, accountable, guilty, and redeemed. If we are tempted to complain of the unvaried complexion of the Methodistic teaching, it is the uniformity which results from a close adherence to the very rudiments of the gospel. Uniformity or sameness of aspect, as it may be the coloring of dulness and of death, so may it spring from simplicity and power; but can it be a question to which of these sources we should attribute that undiversified breadth which is the characteristic of Methodism ? To dispute the claims of the Methodistic company to be thus regarded, on the ground of any errors of an incidental kind that may have attended their teaching, or of the follies or delinquencies that may be chargeable upon any of them, individually, would be a frivolous as well as an ungenerous mode of proceeding. Need it be said that these Methodists were men of like passions with ourselves"? and such, too, were those who, in the apostolic age, carried the gospel throughout the Roman world, and beyond it. Taken in the mass, the one company of men was as wise as the other, not wiser; as holy,-not more holy. If it be affirmed that the Christian worthies of some remote time were, as a class of men, of a loftier stature in virtue and piety than these with whom we have now to do, let the evidence on which such an assumption could be made to rest be brought forward this can never be done; and the supposition itself should be rejected as a puerile superstition. JOHN KEBLE, 1789-1866. REV. JOHN KEBLE was born in the year 1789, and was educated at Corpus Christi College, Oxford, where he took his degree with high honor in 1810. In 1813 he was appointed to the vicarage of Hursley, near Winchester, which he held to the close of his life. From 1831 to 1842 he filled the Professorship of Poetry in the University of Oxford. He died on the 29th of March, 1866. Such are the bare outlines of his quiet, beautiful, uneventful life. As an author Mr. Keble is known for his theological writings, chiefly Sermons, but more especially for his Sacred Lyric Poetry, which is certainly among the most beautiful of this century. In 1827 appeared his Christian Year, of which the Christian public of England has shown its high estimation by demanding more than eighty editions up to 1865; and it has also passed through many editions in this country. His other poetical works are Child's Christian Year, Lyra Innocentium, and The Psalms of David in English Verse; while many of the late compilations of sacred poetry are enriched by productions from his pen.1 1In the Lyra Apostolica his poems are distinguished by the Greek letter y To the Tracts for the Times he contributed Nos. 4, 13, 40, 52, and 89. He also wrote the able article on Sacred Poetry in the thirty-second volume of the Quarterly Review. In The Guardian of April 4, 1866, appeared the following beautiful sonnet: IN MEMORIAM J. K. One star of song from out our firmament MORNING. "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning."-LAMENT. iii. 22, 23. Hues of the rich unfolding morn, That, ere the glorious sun be born, Around his path are taught to swell ; Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, New every morning is the love Through sleep and darkness safely brought, New mercies, each returning day, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set, to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, The trivial round, the common task, Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Or sang to lyre attuned for listening ear 1 Rev. xxi. 5. EVENING. “Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent."-LUKE Xxiv. 29. Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, Thou Framer of the light and dark, We are in port if we have Thee. If some poor wandering child of thine Watch by the sick: enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. THE DOVE ON THE CROSS. "Nevertheless, I tell you the truth; it is expedient for you that I go away; for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but, if I depart, I will send him unto you."JOHN xvi. 7. My Saviour, can it ever be That I should gain by losing Thee? The watchful mother tarries nigh, Though sleep have closed her infant's eye; But I am weaker than a child, And Thou art more than mother dear: ""Tis good for you that I should go, The days of hope and prayer are past, * Roll back, and, lo! a royal train— On some meek brow, of Jesus blest. And still those lambent lightnings stream; In every heart that gives them room, Zeal to inflame, and vice consume, Then, fainting soul, arise and sing; Or if thou yet more knowledge crave, Though He had deign'd with thee to bide? The Dove must settle on the cross, Else we should all sin on or sleep With Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss. THE FLOWERS OF THE FIELD. Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, |