easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy." "The wisdom from above is, first, pure." This purity of the mind and spirit is peculiar to the gospel. Our Saviour says, "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." A mind free from all pollution of lusts shall have a daily vision of God, whereof unrevealed religion can form no notion. This it is that keeps us unspotted from the world; and hereby many have been prevailed upon to live in the practice of all purity, holiness, and righteousness, far beyond the examples of the most celebrated philosophers. Our It is "peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated.". The Christian doctrine teacheth us all those dispositions that make us affable and courteous, gentle and kind, without any morose leaven of pride or vanity, which entered into the composition of most heathen schemes; so we are taught to be meek and lowly. Saviour's last legacy was peace; and he commands us to forgive our offending brother unto seventy times seven. Christian wisdom is full of mercy and good works, teaching the height of all moral virtues, of which the heathens fell infinitely short. Plato, indeed (and it is worth observing), has somewhere a dialogue, or part of one, about forgiving our enemies, which was, perhaps, the highest strain ever reached by man without Divine assistance; yet, how little is that to what our Saviour commands us ! "To love them that hate us; to bless them that curse us; and to do good to them that despitefully use us." Christian wisdom is without partiality;" it is not calculated for this or that nation of people, but the whole race of mankind; not so the philosophical schemes, which were narrow and confined, adapted to their peculiar towns, governments, or sects: but, "in every nation, he that feareth God and worketh righteousness is accepted with him.” Lastly, It is "without hypocrisy ;" it appears to be what it really is; it is all of a piece. By the doctrines of the gospel, we are so far from being allowed to publish to the world those virtues we have not, that we are commanded to hide even from ourselves, those we really have, and not to let our right hand know what our left hand does; unlike several branches of the heathen wisdom, which pretended to teach insensibility and indifference, magnanimity and contempt of life, while, at the same time, in other parts, it belied its own doctrines. I come now, in the last place, to show that the great examples of wisdom and virtue among the Grecian sages were produced by personal merit, and not influer ced by the doctrine of any particular sect; whereas, in Christianity, it is quite the contrary. The two virtues most celebrated by ancient moralists were fortitude and temperance, as relating to the government of man in his private capacity, to which their schemes were generally addressed and confined; and the two instances wherein those virtues arrived at the greatest height were Socrates and Cato. But neither those, nor any other virtues possessed by these two, were at all owing to any lessons or doctrines of a sect. For Socrates himself was of none at all; and although Cato was called a Stoic, it was more from a resemblance of manners in his worst qualities, than that he avowed himself one of their disciples. The same may be affirmed of many other great men of antiquity. Whence I infer that those who were renowned for virtue among them were more obliged to the good natural dispositions of their own minds than to the doctrines of any sect they pretended to follow. On the other side, as the examples of fortitude and patience among the primitive Christians have been infinitely greater and more numerous, so they were altogether the product of their principles and doctrine; and were such as the same persons, without those aids, would never have arrived to. Of this truth, most of the Apostles, with many thousand martyrs, are a cloud of witnesses beyond exception. 358.-THE MODERN DRAMATIC POETS.- V. LEIGH HUNT. THE following scene between a gentle wife, driven to despair by her most captious and irritating husband, is as beautifully managed as anything we could compare with it in the whole compass of that dramatic poetry which may be called domestic. The whole play is full of grace and tenderness-the work of a true artist.] Gin. (cheerfully). The world seems glad after its hearty drink Of rain. I fear'd, when you came back this morning, The shower had stopp'd you, or that you were ill. Ago. You fear'd! you hoped. What fear you that I fear, Or hope for that I hope for? A truce, madam, To these exordiums and pretended interests, Whose only shallow intent is to delay, Or to divert, the sole dire subject,-me. Soh! you would see the spectacle! you, who start Trumpets and drums quiet a lady's nerves; Equals burnt feathers or hartshorn, for a stimulus Gin. I express'd No wish to see the tournament, nor indeed Ago. Gin. It is as easy as sitting in my chair, Be pleased to think that settled. Ago. The more easily, As 'tis expected I should go, is it not? And then you will sit happy at receipt Of letters from Antonio Rondinelli. Gin. Return'd unopen'd, sir. Ago. You are correct as to those three. How many 4TH QUARTER. I have, 'tis true, strong doubts of your regard And smiles that say "God help me."-Well, madam, Gin. I say I will do whatever What can I say, Or what, alas! not say, and not be chided? I have not strength for it, Ago. Gin. [Aside.] Dear Heaven! what humblest doubts of our self knowledge Should we not feel, when tyranny can talk thus. Ago. Can you pretend, madam, with your surpassing Candour and heavenly kindness, that you never Utter'd one gentle-sounding word, not meant To give the hearer pain? me pain? your husband? To be unlike ? See there you have! you own it! how pretend then Wrung from myself by everlasting scorn? Gin. One pain is not a thousand; nor one wrong, Acknowledged and repented of, the habit Of unprovoked and unrepented years. Ago. Of unprovoked! Oh, let all provocation Take every brutish shape it can devise To try endurance with; taunt it in failure, Grind it in want, stoop it with family shames, Make gross the name of mother, call it fool, From one too cold to enrage, too weak to tread on ; With a mean coldness, a worldly-minded coldness By, but not for, the man you scorn'd to love! Gin. I scorn'd you not-and knew not what scorn wasBeing scarcely past a child, and knowing nothing But trusting thoughts and innocent daily habits. Oh, could you trust yourselfBut why repeat What still is thus repeated, day by day, Still ending with the question, "Why repeat ?" [Rising and moving about. You make the blood at last mount to my brain, And tax me past endurance. What have I done, Good God! what have I done, that I am thus At the mercy of a mystery of tyranny, So help me Heaven !-I but spoke in consciousness In that, would you but know it, and encourage it. And I am grateful, and we both shall learn. Ago. I am conscious of no wrong in this dispute, Let them get charity that show it. Gin. (who has reseated herself.) I pray you, 2 [The Reverend James White has written several dramas of high merit,-chiefly historical. This form of poetry, in spite of the little encouragement to scenic representation in our times, has attractions for some of our best living writers, as we have shewn; and Mr. White has a worthy niche amongst them. The story of the Gowrie conspiracy is familiar to every reader of Scotch history; and its mysterious interest is well kept up in this tragedy.] Gowrie, Enter Gowrie. James Stewart, What moved you that you came into this house? I will do all you ask. Gowrie. I ask you nothing. James. I think I see a softening in your eye. Your voice is not so ruthless as your mother's. Gowrie. Name not my mother's name, if you are wise. James. 'Twas with Restalrig; I came, with Restalrig, to see you, cousin, To be more neighbours. We are both scholars, cousin, Not Cicero's, or Pliny's, half so wise Or eloquent, as the short note you sent me Gowrie. James. "Falsitas," and "Rex," Quite common words; the adjective is "falsus," It's a far commoner phrase than Bonus vir." Gowrie. (walking hurriedly). It makes me pause, ere I can give my faith To truths in holy writ, that there's a power That guides our human destiny; but rather That we're the puppets of blind chance, to see The government and rule of countless men, Committed to such hands as this mere thing's ! Jarnes. As I'm some years your senior, gentle cousin, And had advantage of a schoolmaster, Such as has seldom shewed he loved the child By such extravagance in birken rods, I might be helpful to your Latin style,— And if ye'll stay with me at Falkland Your voice will move me from my fixed resolve. James. I pray it may-I pray that it may move you- |