THE SONG OF A TRUE ONE.

A SEQUEL TO THE PRECEDING POEM.

I'VE a Protestant name to begin with; "Ignatius," and names of the crew, With high-sounding titles, for sinners to sin with,

I've nothing whatever to do.

My name to its owner was given

When his God to his being gave birth,

And if only he finds it is written in heaven, He cares not for titles of earth.

I've a Protestant heart to rejoice with,
Over wanderers leaving their ways;

And the fetterless tongue, that I lift up my voice with,

Shall give my Redeemer the praise : For I love my poor Rome-ridden brother,

I

weep for his "wormwood and gall;"

And rejoice, when I see him forsaking all

other,

And making his Jesus his all.

I've a Protestant spirit to rise with,

When the pirate is hard in the wake

Of the ship, that I sail for a heavenly prize with,

Where all that I love is at stake:

And I'm ready, with all the true-hearted,
To nail up her flag to the mast;

And to fight like a man, till the foe is departed,

Or cries out for quarter at last.

I've a Protestant mind to discern with,

To sever the precious and vile;

The windings of Error to trace, and return with,

Unhurt by the snare and the wile: To judge-and to give you a reason For the hope that illumines my road,

To suggest me a word, to be spoken in

season,

For turning a sinner to God.

I've a Protestant's trials to cope with,
I've a Protestant's joys to sustain,

And a Protestant's faith to rekindle my hope with,

To pledge me it is not in vain.

So, with heart, mind, and spirit united,
Taking evil and good as they come,

I stand to the cause, where my vows have been

plighted,

And I wait for the summons from home.

From the home of the holy descending,
That summons will come at its time;
Inviting to life never-ending,

To God, and to glory sublime:
To Prophet-Apostle-Confessor-
Oh, grace! introducing my name;
Of bliss an eternal possessor,

With all who have followed the Lamb.

ONE OR THE OTHER.

"Like two men-of-war, the two Churches are side by side-lashed to each other-and one or the other must go down."-DR. CUMMING.

"One or the other,"

Which shall it be?—

Englishmen ! what do you say?

Protestant sons

Of the great and the free,

Let us decide it to-day!

"Lashed to each other,"
A terrible word !—

Terrible only as true

Up with the standard!

All hands on board,

Ready to dare and to do!