unworthy wicked adults, the outward sign is not inseparable from the inward grace: nay, he goes even further than I am disposed to do; for I think, that let an adult be ever so unworthy and devoid of faith, he yet derives one benefit from the reception of baptism-I mean incorporation into the visible church, so that if afterwards he should by God's grace amend his life, he has no need of a fresh baptism; he has already been baptized with water, he is now, when reformed, baptized with the Holy Spirit. It certainly seems to me, Mr. Editor, that such a person ought not to be re-baptized; is not this your opinion? I should be glad to hear the sentiments of yourself or of any pious and learned divine on this point. faithful servant, I am, Sir, your PHOENIX. P. S. Your correspondent does not notice what I said regarding Acts x. 47. POEMS BY JOHN CHARLES EARLE. (St. Edmund's Hall, Oxon.) No. VI. TABOR. "And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease, which he should accomplish at Jerusalem."-Luke ix. 30, 31. THEY talk not of the conquering song By Egypt's waters sung, From timbrelled maid and choral throng They talk not of that pillar bright, They talk not of the Cherith brook, In which to heaven he sped, No. V. "The Ground Ivy," in our number for May, was published anonymously. They talk not of the plausive strain, They talk not of the glad surprise And find new wonders still, And feel when ages' course has run, They talk not of the deep delight On Jesu's throne to gaze, And bask their souls, that shine so bright, And thoughtfully delays, Inscribing on the golden sand Some praise of that enchanted land. They talk not of the promised hour, When risen saints shall leave the skies, And circles round Him fill, And bear Him to his blood-bought throne,- Adored Spirit, when, sublime, And passive in thy guiding hand, The holy hill of prayer I climb, And glimpse my more than native land, Although on Tabor's mount I see My Lord, transfigured, gloriously Soon, turning from the dazzling throne, Our Lord's transfiguration on the Mount was a type of his second Advent. 2 Pet. i. 16-18. 66 Moses may be considered as representing those members of the church who sleep in Jesus," and whom "God will bring with him;" Elias, those who shall be "alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord," and "shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air." 1 Thess. iv. A being who can never see I shall, with keen delight, With men of each bright orb converse, It may be that their deathless soul With some peculiar glories shine; We sure may find congenial theme And yet, perchance, their thoughts may turn And more about the cross would learn, And, if immortals shed a tear, Some heart-wept grief-drops may appear, On sunny sward, or golden throne, When we have passed the gloomy flood, Our vesture washed in Jesu's blood, To separate no more; No other theme our lips shall own, When age on age has passed away, And saints shall fill their urn-like souls With water of delight, that rolls Nor other theme their harps shall own, But sing of Jesu's cross alone. No. VII. THEE. FOND Alchemy's delusive dream When Midas stirred Pactolus' stream, Thus, Saviour, would my spirit turn Things earthly to divine; In every sight and sound discern The mountain heights, the valley's depths, I wander 'neath the moon's soft ray, Seem lamps to light an angel's way, Then while alert from star to star The world is wrapt in guilt and woe, When evening spreads her sable pall, Which stand like mourners mute, in all The majesty of grief: The weeping birch, the poplar's spire, The pyramid of pines; The oak, a forest's hoary sire, The laden trellised vines; The beech, umbrageous, branching wide, The sacred tree where Thou hast died, I cull the flowers of sweetest scent, And then I think how all below, All that an angel's ken may know, All worlds that roll so bright and fleet, I see a bright bird tower on high, And then I would my soul had wings, Forget the world's tumultuous strife, And ever sing to Thee. TO THE EDITOR OF THE CHRISTIAN REMEMBRANCER. SIR,-Permit me to call your attention to a very unfair artifice used by those who violently oppose, not only the Tracts for the Times, but all the Clergy who, in the present day, endeavour to uphold the rubrics • When our Lord was on his way to Mount Calvary, St. Veronica, according to a Romish legend, lent him her veil or kerchief, in order that he might wipe the dust and sweat away from his sacred face; the veil being returned, the astonished saint discovered that it contained a perfect image of her Saviour's countenance. |