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me? Whatever I did was the act of God; I did not strike him without the will of God; and what power do I possess! And as he is compounded of earth, how can he suffer pain from that element?" The man was confounded, and the Cadi highly pleased with the dervise's answer.
CHRISTIAN FORTITUDE OF A PROTESTANT PEASANT
FORMERLY, most of the inhabitants of Kintail, in Scot. land, were Roman catholics, though now it is otherwise. This poor man was tenantto a Roman catholic nobleman; and being greviously oppressed, he, in consequence, had arrears to a considerable amount with his landlord. The farmer applied to his lordship’s underfactor, or steward, to intercede for him, and procure him some redress. Ile promised t he honest man to speak to his lord in his favor; but he did no such thing. The farmer then addressed the superior factor, beseeching him to petition his lord for him; he too promised fairly, but did not perform. The man, in despair, at last took conrage, appeared before the lord himself, and told him his simple tale. The lord bad pity on him, and gave him a discharge in full for all ho owed him; and even condescended to accompany the peasant through the great hall, on the walls of which hung the pictures of saints and martyrs. His lordship asked him, if he knew whose pictures those were? “ No." “ They are the representatives of saints, to whom I pray that they will intercede for me with the great Lord of all, to forgive me my sins.” “But why not pray to the
great Lord of all yourself?” 66 Oh! That would be too great a presumption; it is far better to have such mediators, as saints, between God and man.” “I do not think so, my lord; and I will prove it; I first applied to Little Sandy, your underfactor, to intercede with you for me; he did it not. I then addressed Muckle Sandy, the other factor; he too promised, but did nothing neither. Then all at once I applied to yourself, my lord, and you have forgiven me cvery thing."
While ruminating the other evening on the present state of religion in France, it brought to my recollection a conversation which took place between myself and Mon. sieur de Veine, one of the principal officers in the civil de. partment at Boulogne, at the time I was there, commanding a cartel, soon after the late war; his reply to my remark will show how extremely ignorant he must be of the nature of true religion. Seeing their chief market held on the Sabbathday; the boys at their games in the streets; troops innumerable lounging about the town, and as many upon the heights; the houses full, where their small wines are retailed; and many other symptoms unfavora. ble to religion; I observed to the above respectable offi. cer, that there appeared nothing like religion among the French people. He replied, “ Nothing at all. We have no religion among us now; but the convention are about to make one; then we shall go on very well.”
Ah, when will the glorious period arrive; when men shall cease manufacturing their own religions, and be brought to submit to the pure and undefiled religion of the Bible.
INFLUENCE OF RELIGION.
The gospel having been sent, by lady Huntingdon's infuence, to a place of public resort, it pleased God to bring nearly all the domestic servants of a noble personage under serious impressions. Their conversion was not merely to opinions; they lived under the influence of the gospel, and became distinguished for their exemplary conduct and zealous endeavors to promote the salvation of their neighbors. Their noble master being one day on the prome. nade, was jeered by some of the company, upon the revolution which had taken place among his servants, by a change of their religion. His lordship replied, “ As to the change of their religion, or what their religious senti. ments are, I cannot tell; but one thing I know, that since they have changed their religion, they have been much better servants, and shall meet with no opposition from me." How happy is it for hearers and professors of the gospel, when their good conduct puts to silence the ignorance of foolish speakers!
ON MAN'S MORTALITY.
Like the fair rose, in vernal pride,
The blushing rose soon fades away,
And man, the child of frailty, dies! VOL. I.
Or like a tale that soon is told,
The grass decays, the tale is ended,
Or like a bubble in the brook,
Bubbles our wasting lives betoken,
Is man, who only lives to die!
The leaf decays, the snow is past,
Or like an arrow through the air,
The arrow soon to earth declines;
If ev'ry thing above, below,
Let us no more in trifles spend