bodies of Enoch and of Elijah, and of my glorified Redeemer; and, if I am called as an exercise of faith to believe it, I do so, although I cannot tell in what part of the universe it may be situated. But Imagination may conceive situations appropriate, and neither Reason nor Science contradict her.

6 Who knows whether that glorious sun, in whose unshadowed atmosphere there can be no night, may not be the world of felicity ? its surface would contain all the inhabitants of this earth, or of those who may ever have lived in any of the planets which revolve around it.

« But there is another thought ;-Few remember the vast unoccupied space between these planets and their glorious centre, to say nothing of that almost infinitely more vast, between that sun and another. If we reduce this to such figures as we can comprehend, let us suppose this earth to be a globe of about a foot in diameter—then the space to the sun will be two miles: multiply this proportion back to its proper magnitude-then what room for myriads of mighty angels, and perfected spirits of the just !- for scenes of glory which we cannot imagine, and for mansions of splendour beyond the power of earthly thought to conceive ! We do not see all this, but by a divine law to us it may be invisible ; it was not till this law was suspended, that the prophet's servant saw the heavenly army, with its horses and chariots of fire.

“ How small is the spot we occupy! how little do we know! how presumptuous in us to suppose we can cast an eye over the universe and discover all it contains ! Philosophy has not yet penetrated a mile beneath the surface of this little world, nor risen a mile above the tops of its mountains-themselves indeed but grains on that which is but an atom in the universe of God.

“ If from analogy we argue, as we well may, that while this little earth is peopled, it is not probable larger spheres would be uninhabited, with how much greater force does the argunient from analogy apply to that vast unimaginable unoccupied space!

“ I can imagine a free spirit ranging from world to world, lighting upon these sailing planets, like sea-birds

upon the ship on the ocean, diving into the atmosphere and re-ascending, admiring the wonderful works of God, ever varied in every orb_full of love and full of praise, finding continual cause for fresh adoration and new wonder."

To B. these observations gave ideas he had not before conceived, and ideas which he confessed more elevated and sublime than that abstract sentiment he had previously entertained ; and with A. it was the beginning of a mistrust in human wisdom, which ended in his being a sincere and happy convert to the glories of revelation.


No. 8.

“Some lead a life, unblameable and just,
Their own dear virtue, their unshaken trust,
They never sin.”


The Departure of her Brother to India-Her Introduc

tion to Miss Winkworth-an Important Discussion on the universal guilt and depravity of human nature.

HAVING saved, through the prompt interference of her friends, about two-thirds of her own and her brother's property, she was enabled to maintain her rank in society: and her late residence having become vacant by the decease of the gentleman who had occupied it, she once more had the happiness of calling it her home. Here she lived through several succeeding years, anticipating with great pleasure the period, when her brother would be her constant companion ; but when he had finished his education, instead of betaking himself to some profession, he determined on seeing the world. Neither the advice of his friends, nor the tears of his sister, could induce him to change his

* In reply to the enquiries of some of his readers, the Author begs permission to state, that in this tale, which is founded on facts that have fallen under his own observation, he intends to discuss, in a popular form, the more essential doctrines of the gospel; and to exhibit, the religious Spirit and Manners of the Age, as cherished and displayed by the intolerant devotee of superstition, and the enlightened and pious Christian.

purpose, and he embarked for India when not quite seventeen.

The following letter, which she addressed to her friend Miss. Lester, describes the state of her mind on this occasion.

“ MY DEAR CHARLOTTE, “ Since I wrote to you my last letter, I have been plunged into the lowest abyss of mental sorrow; and begin to think, that I shall never see another happy day on earth. You know my

affection for my dear brother, and how fondly I have looked for his return from school, and his residence with me; but, alas ! all my pleasing anticipations have vanished away, as by enchantment, and I am again bereaved. He came and stayed with me a few months; but having formed an intimacy with a gentleman, whose residence is in India, he is gone with him.

When my father died, I repos. ed my aching head on the bosom of my mother; when she was taken from me, I had a companion in my brother, but now I am left alone. If he had died, and had been buried in the same vault with my honoured parents, I should have had the satisfaction of knowing that he had escaped the perils of lise; but in a distant country, and amongst inhuman strangers, he may suffer, and agonize, and die, without the soothing sympathy of pure affection, and be buried where no sister's tears can consecrate the ground. He set sail on the second of last month, when the death warrant of my happiness was delivered to me; and since then, I have not bad a moment's ease.

When the wind stirs, I am thinking of a shripwreck; but it is during the usual hours of sleep, that I suffer the most poignant anguish. Then my imagination is active. The visions of my fancy affright me.

I long for death. I long to take shelter from the miseries of the world, in the calm and peaceful tomb But I am forced to live. I have a few friends who are kind and attentive, and who endeavour to cheer my spirits ; but they cannot abate my sorrow, which, like an overflowing fountain, never ceases to send forth its bitter streams. He has promised to write me; but I do not expect ever to receive a letter from him. I fear he will die of the passage ; and be cast into the sea, as a piece of useless lumber. His uncle, his cruel and ireacherous uncle, is the cause of all these my calamities; as he forced him to a school where his morals became corrupted, and then he soon despised a sister's love. Oh, my brother, my brother, would thou had been a mourner at my funeral obsequies, and then I should not have survived to mourn thy departure, which is worse than death! My health has suffered, and I believe will suffer, and this is the only source of consolation which I now have, as I indulge the hope that ere long, I shall bid adieu to a world which once appeared lovely and beautiful, but now is become desolate and loathsome—the abode of misery. Your unhappy

6 MARIA.' It is the season of affliction—when our earthly comforts are withering and dying around us, and the lot of our inheritance is becoming as a dreary waste, that the exceeding great and precious promises of the Scriptures, unfold their meaning, and impart their animating consolations. Under their supporting influence, the oppressed and bereaved sufferer, is enabled to bend in devout submission to the desolating storm, and often finds the streams of mercy flowing in peaceful murmurs through the

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