3. The Scriptures speak of saints being made kings and priests for ever. Is not this what the Papists found their doctrine of praying to saints upon;-the office of a king being to bestow favors, and that of a priest, to offer up, or plead for? EPHRAIM. 1. None but believers can pray. "He that cometh to God must believe that He is; and that he is the rewarder of those that diligently seek him." But an individual in the circumstances described by our correspondent, certainly manifests faith, in applying to God for wisdom and direction, as well as by his anxiety to believe the gospel, and repel the insinuations of his adversary. 2. The objection stated by our correspondent, has been so strongly urged by some critics, as to give rise to the opinion that this psalm was neither written by David, nor had any reference to the matter of Uriah. We are decidedly opposed to this alternative; as we think the internal evidence quite strong enough to fix its authorship on David, and determine its refer ence. David, as a king, was amenable to no earthly tribunal: he could not, so to speak, sin against any but the King of kings himself. His confession must, therefore, be understood in this sense: "I have sinned, and done wickedly; but as I am not answerable to man, my confession must be made to Thee, for against Thee only have I sinned," &c. 3. Popery assumes, that the fact of the saints reigning together with Christ, gives them a claim to be honored and invocated. But it is evident, from numerous passages of Scripture, that such an inference is not only unwarranted, but highly reprehensible and dangerous, (see Matt. iv. 10. Acts x. 26, and xiv. 15. Col. ii. 18. I Tim. i. 7, and ii. 5, &c. &c.) WANT AND EXCESS. As there is a misery in want, so there is a danger in excess. I would therefore desire neither more nor less than enough. I may die of a surfeit, as well as of hunger. 382 POETRY. " THE SEA GARDEN. By S. Revell. WELL, little people! what have ye done, On the shining beach since the rising sun? Have ye watch'd the light foam of the silvery waves, -"We have gather'd fresh buds from the upland lea, And planted a garden beside the sea: -"Ah, little sweet ones? the sunny sky So onward we passed. In a few short hours Yet the garden was gone, with its colors sheen, There's a lesson to learn from this simple tale; It needs not the shock of the tempest's ire, Childhood's blossoms! where are they now; Rooted in hopes that shall never remove.— A PASSAGE FROM LIFE. AMIDST a grove of sheltering trees, a little party strayed, A votive chapel had been raised, long, long ago;-but now She mellowed each bright hue and shade which hung o'er leaf and flower: At times they spoke: -but oftener gazed upon this lovely scene, They all were young: each heart was rife with youth's own joy and care, Had waged a ceaseless, secret, fight with hope, and grief, and fear : And on that quiet night her thoughts gushed up so fast and strong, That to herself she silently sang an unuttered song: Calm, calm and still! The moonbeam sleeps on the leafy hill, The soft breeze murmurs stealthily Over the banks where sweet flowers lie; Calm, calm and still! Perfumes through the balmy air distil, Calm, calm and still! No sound e'en of a rippling rill, Or the heavings of ocean's sleepless breast Calm, calm and still! As the worshippers on that rocky hill, And laid them down to their last, long sleep, Calm, calm and still! Hushed is each sound of woe or weal: Hath sweetly sung itself to rest; In such repose dost thou share a part, Calm, calm and still! Silence and rest the landscape fill, But the heart mid hurrying doubt and fear Looks for no perfect quiet here; Oh! when shall such strange conflict cease, Calm, calm and still! Here passions of earth, and an earthly will Calm, calm and still! Unbroken by aught of guilt or ill; B. |