enced at her hands by the princess who was destined, in the good providence of God, to be a healer and restorer. We have also some interesting extracts in hand relating to the exploits of King James II., hoping thereby to stir up the hearts of our readers, together with our own, to a thankful recognition of the deed of our fathers, whose stedfast hearts and strong hands, acting out the decrees of the Most High God, achieved the great deed that still incapacitates any Papist from wearing the crown of England.

It is too true that modern liberalism is rapidly working to undermine this national bulwark; and that popery is stealing its way even to the avenues of that prohibited station. Nevertheless it is prohibited -we are not yet lost. Toleration, as regards the withholding of actual persecution, is a good and a Christian doctrine; for men cannot be coerced into a different mode of thinking from that which they have adopted. We should like however to put this question to some of our readers-If one whom you positively knew to be a teacher of blasphemy and deceit came to your house, demanding liberty to set before your children and servants the abominations that he promulgated, how far would your theory of toleration influence your practice in this instance? The answer is obvious: you must appeal to the second epistle of John, verse 10, and perhaps the same duty, as extended to the ecclesiastical and magisterial body might receive a further elucidation from a glance at Rev. ii. 20, "Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because THOU SUFFEREST that woman Jezebel which calleth himself a prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols." Now this

is precisely what the Romish seducer does: and while utterly repudiating alike the practice and the principle of persecution, we claim for our Scottish ancestors the full benefit of this divine authority, and we heartily bid God speed to all who are labouring for the restoration of that spirit of stern, unyielding Protestantism which has, by evaporation, dilution, or adulteration, almost ceased from among us.— EDITOR.

GOD threatens evil to prevent the committing of it, threatens sin that we may not sin, and that God may not execute his wrath upon us for sin. The intention of God in making the promise and threatening are very contrary; the intention of God in making the promise is the fulfilling of it, but his intention in making the threatening is to prevent the fulfilling it. He promises that he may be a rewarder; he threatens, that he may not be a revenger.-Mead.

THE VISION OF JARED.'

THE sun sank slowly toward the fiery west, where the clouds with joy received him on their purple bosoms; his last and loveliest beams lighted up a scene of other days, far surpassing in beauty the deluge-worn and age-stricken face of nature in these times. Many a lofty and majestic mountain shone glorious in the dying lustre of day; and the broad shining waters lay at their feet, mirroring upon their unruffled surface the glowing tints and lordly peaks of the eminences. Among them, one stood as noblest, chief in towering height, and stateliest in the fashion of its form; partly draperied with hanging woods, partly gemmed with the snow-white dwellings and summer tents of its inhabitants. It was even the mountain Hakkôdesh, and the dwellers of it were the holy Seth and his posterity. Beneath it lay, stretching far towards the west, a plain of softest beauty, richly scattered with clustering trees; while through its midst rolled slowly and placid the wide waters of the river Hiddekel, like a flood of molten silver, reflecting the clouds of even.

Between it and the horizon, now touched by the sinking orb of fire, rose to view the groves of Eden,

1 Those of our readers who are acquainted with the traditions of the Rabblns, Ianchoniatho, Ovid, &c. will immediately recognize the holy mountain, the dying charge of Jared, the Jethite apostacy, the wooden pillar, and the diluvian comet.

even the tufted gorgeous woods of Paradise; whose tops glittered against the level rays of the sunset like golden domes and pyramids of flame. In their shadow, now prolonged to the utmost, shone a varying and dazzling light; now shooting a beam of fire along the ground, as if repelling all intruders; now darting forth vivid coruscations which shot upwards and were absorbed in the burning glow of the skies. Ever and anon, a strange and mysterious form was seen, for a moment, amid this radiance at the east of Eden, even the form of the Cherubim of glory, the mystic symbols of him who had placed them there, to keep the gate of Paradise.

Before the door of a white Cyclopæan dwelling, built on the western side of the mountain Hakkôdesh, beneath the boughs of an ancient turpentinetree, sat the righteous Jared, the son of Mahalaleel, of the holy seed of Seth. Absorbed in meditation, he observed not the glorious scene out-stretched before him; his full steady gaze was fixed upon Eden, once the possession of his first ancestor, and now denied for ever to the fallen race of man; but he thought not of its beauty, of its goodly groves, its falling waters, nor its fragrant breeze; no,-the divine favour, the peace, the holiness of that heavenly spot were its charms to his purified view. While he thus mused, a shadow darkened the pathway, and up the mountain side came bounding the beloved of his soul, his youngest born, even his son Adariel: light as the stag of the forest, the youth stopped before his father, and bowing his head with loving reverence, fixed on him a look of inquiry, that seemed to ask of him whereon he meditated.

'My son, my beloved youngest son,' said the holy

man, 'I muse on Eden, and its just, yet merciful Creator.'

'Just, doubtless,' said Adariel; but here he paused, and instead of adding merciful,' the young man turned his dark eagle eye towards the lost Paradise, with a longing yet desponding gaze that spoke wishes darkening into doubts of his Maker's love.

Adariel, my son,' said Jared solemnly,' say also that he is merciful in justice, and loving even in judgment.'

The youth sighed assent: 'My child,' proceeded the patriarch,' it was but the moment ere thou stoodst before me, that I meditated upon our first parents' banishment from their Eden-home; what thinkest thou of that scene, my Adariel?'

'That it was a just and a righteous punishment,' said the young man, firmly.

And what more?' asked Jared.

Adareil sighed again, and without other reply, sank gently down on the turf beside his father; his eye still fixed, full, but languidly, on the glories of the prohibited garden.

'Listen, son of my heart,' said the holy man, thou must learn to regard it in yet another manner; was it not told to Adam that, in the day he ate of the tree, dying he should die?'

'It was so,' said the youth.

'And ate not Adam of the forbidden tree?'

'Even so, my father.'

'Tell me then, my child,' said Jared, tenderly placing his hand on that of his son, 'tell me what ought to have been his doom?'

'That dying he should die,' answered Adariel, his noble head drooping mournfully toward the earth.