cap, (Scottice, mutch) with its large ear-gear hanging down, and shrouding the cheek bones, that rose in mountainous elevation over the rugged vales of her mouth and eyes, she attracted a good deal of my attention. To the civil terms in which I addressed her, she replied with such kindness and good sense, that I was tempted to ask her some questions about New Lanark, and in her replies it was pretty evident that she neither thought well of the scheme and institutions of Owen, or wished prosperity to attend them. "Pray, my good woman, do any of your family work in the Mills yonder?"

"Na, na, Sir, thank Gudeness, we neither wish for't, nor want it. My Leddy taks better care o' us than that." (If I am not mistaken, her mistress is an Irishwoman-Lady Mary Ross, sister of the Duke of Leinster.)

"I presume the founder of New Lanark pursued a different system from his son-in-law, Mr. Owen ?"

"That's David Dale ye mean, gude worthy man! He had nae whig. maleeries in his head-his plan was God's plan, reading and preaching the word, for he was a preacher amang some kind o' Independent bodies, and besides a baillie o' the town o' Glasgow."

"What was Mr. Dale in his earlier years, before he built the Mills ?" "A puir, bare-footed laddie, that travelled the country wi' a pack! But the blessing o' God was on him, and after he finished the Mills, he could say wi' Jacob, Wi' my staff I crossed this Jordan, and noo it has become twa bands!"

"What kind of man was he as to person and disposition?"

"A wee, fat, gutty body, about the half o' your height. But his soul was braider than his body. When a friend was reproving him for putting out sae muckle on charity, he said, 'I'm getting sillar frae God in shovelfu's, and its but reasonable I should put it out in spoonfu's."

"How did he acquire his wealth-by what business, I mean ?"

"The cotton trade, Sir, the cotton trade, that has done gude to some, and brought misery on mair! He left a hunner and thirty thousand pounds o' sillar at his death."

"How did the Mills fall into Mr. Owen's hands ?"

"An English company bought them, and Bob Owen was their chief manager. He married Miss Dale, but I'm sure, though he never interfered wi' her religion, that his principles hae been a thorn in the side o' her mind a' her life."

"Were Mr. Owen's sentiments avowed from the beginning of his connection with New Lanark ?"

"Na, na, the horn cam out bit and bit, and the cloven foot swelled bigger and bigger. But the wark folk, as a body, NEVER liked the new system."

"Why, I thought they reaped immense benefits from it!"

"Benefits there are, that naebody can deny. Mr. Owen, though he be a deist, is a meek, moral living man, and was wonderfu' particular about order, regularity, decency, cleanliness, and the education o' the young. He was vera attentive to visitors, and proud to show them the place; and mony o' them, deceived by its neatness, and the beauty o' the Falls, thought New Lanark a heaven upon earth-for the working classes."

"Are improprieties of every kind kept in proper check?"

"Indeed, Mr. Owen set his face against indecency, and the devil never got sae muckle o' his finger or his fist in, as to upset a gude RELIGIOUS

This amiable Christian lady died, about a month ago, at Allenbank, near Hamilton. 3 L VOL. XI.

education. But what kind o' check is it, just to put a weekly fine on a misguided lassie, instead o' the cutty stool, and the shame o' a public rebuke! Its a downright mockery o' the ordinances o' the kirk!"

"Then you do not think that Mr. Owen's plan is likely to be efficacious in mending the human race?"

"When the sky fa's, we'll catch laverocks-but no till then!"

"Ay, ay," said Sandy, who began to be impatient of having no share in the conversation, "Mr. Owen thought he had got the key-note o' human happiness, and invented a new Harmonicon to bizz us on to felicity! But come awa', Sir-let us tak a look o' the Mills."

My readers, (at least the sober portion of them,) will think they have got quite enough of "green fields and babbling brooks," and Sandy's badinage-so we will, (if you please) walk on to the village of New Lanark, distant about a mile from the Falls. The great manufacturing establishment is certainly finely situated, and presents as delightful and romantic an appearance as any congeries of factories and spinning lofts on the broad surface of this whirling, reeling, spinning world. It is surrounded on all sides by steep, wooded banks; the waters of the Clyde are brought by a subterrannean aqueduct to the factory-barracks; and altoge ther it requires a pretty strong effort of the imagination to associate the clean, neat, regularly built place with the smoke, and din, and unwholesome air of the spinning lofts and manufacturing dens and cages of Manchester and Glasgow. Upon application, at the entrance, we were brought into a porter-lodge, and our names and business sent up to one of the proprietors. At the time of our visit, Mr. Owen had retired nearly, if not altogether, from the management, and was, I believe, in London, preparing for his great American advent. Having described myself as an Irish cler gyman, merely desirous of seeing the schools, we were without hesitation conducted to them by a very attentive and intelligent person, and who introduced us to as fine a school-room as I have any where seen. It so happened that there was but one class present, the rest having gone to play; it was, however, large, and principally composed of clean, healthylooking children, about ten years of age, learning geography before a large and very good map. One boy, with a long wand in his hand, was demonstrating to the class, with precision of language, and an accurate knowledge of what he was about, the different great rivers of the globe. Being pleased with the plan, I inquired if the Superintendent would permit me to ask a few questions myself. Consent being obtained, I placed the wand in the hands of a boy about nine years of age, and desired him to point out the different rivers the emperor of Russia would have to pass, in invading the British dominions in India. The boy unhesitatingly proceeded, without a single blunder, and pointed out the route as accurately as if he had been geographer to the emperor Napoleon. Sandy had been looking on with the most intense eagerness; his dark countenance was gradually tinging with a deep red; and at the conclusion he exclaimed, "Oh, Sir, I maun learn geography this vera minute-I wish I had been in New Lanark schule!"

I now inquired concerning the religious instruction of the children. The Superintendent said they read the Bible, but seemed unwilling, as I thought, to enter into details. I therefore praised the children for their geographical acquirements, and begged leave to ask a few Bible questions. The man evidently was not pleased, and hesitatingly acceded to my request. I asked a few simple historical questions out of the Gospel, which Sunday School children in Ireland, of eight years of age, could have answered with ease

and readiness. But, alas! scarce one of the acute geographers could tell me where the blessed Redeemer of the world was born, or where he was crucified; and only one, who had been in a Sabbath school in Old Lanark, gave me any satisfaction. Sandy recovered his courage, and whispered in my ear, "I'm glad I wasna in New Lanark schule!"

I was now brought into the infant school, but the children' were all in an enclosed yard, running, crawling, sprawling, laughing, and crying, safo from harm, and at perfect liberty to stretch their little limbs and exert their energies free and uncontrolled. I was told that in an hour the children would be summoned to the dancing school, and that if I chose to remain, I might see their proficiency in that accomplishment. "It will be the dance o' death," muttered Sandy, sulkily.

"Sandy, can you dance ?"

"No-I was never learned-but-if—”

"Never mind, man; it may be a pretty accomplishment when kept in proper subordination, BUT it seldom or ever is! The world counts it graceful, but the devil well knows it is graceless."

We now took leave of this celebrated establishment, convinced, that however Mr. Owen's system might add a little to the temporal comforts of man, and his mode of education sharpen the intellect, yet that the foundation was radically wrong. The fruit of the tree of knowledge was plucked and presented, and it excited and stimulated the appetite, while no corrective was at hand to neutralize the injurious effect of its acid on the constitution of the mind. Earth, and all things earthly, form the centre of gravitation in this new renovating system; and while I am "far as the poles asunder" from the contemplative quietism which would neglect the securing of our present ephemeral well-being in the absorbing interest of the next, yet surely there is no folly compared with the folly, under whatever name, that would shut its ears to the sound of the rolling tide of eternity, and level man with the brutes that perish. It is of no use to tell me that MIND is cultivated; that may elevate man from a level with the brutes to a level with the devil; but the preaching of the everlasting Gospel of the blessed God is the only mode of renovating man-THE SPIRIT OF HOLINESS can alone cure the heart.

On our return to Lanark, Sandy inquired if Owen's favourite plan of cooperation would not suit Ireland well. "I think it would," I replied, "if it could be managed as the Moravians have done, or as they say the Jesuits did, for a time, on the banks of the Paraguay, for, after all, Owen borrowed his plan from these religionists, only leaving out the regulator of religion. I would have no objection to see a Protestant colony, on the co-operative system, settled on the plains of Connaught and Munster. I would have no objection, amid the plotting insurgencies of Captain Rock and Terry Alt, to see such a colony settled down in its hollow square, where the colonists could and would “ unite to protect." I would have no objection to see its parallellogram farm laid out, under an improved and controlled system of agriculture, and the community feeding, clothing, and educating each other; but then I must see the church-spire not merely peeping, but standing boldly erect amongst its brother buildings; and I must hear the church-going bell summoning the old to prayers and preaching, and the young to religious instruction; where asylums might be formed for converts from Popery, when hunted down by the persecution of Popish priests and devotees; where extern Protestants might have a rallying point, and

"Ob, Sir, you want your system to get the full benefit o' clergy." “Undoubtedly I do. The Protestant landed proprietors in the early

part of the seventeenth century, saw the necessity of some sort of colonization, for their own protection, and for the strengthening of the British interest in Ireland. They brought over, at a great expense, Huguenots from France, and Palatines from the Rhine, and the remains of these colonies exist to this day in Limerick, Tipperary, and Kilkenny; but they were brought under no law of combined and mutual protection; were allowed to mingle freely amongst the Popish population, and yet were provided with no counteracting spiritual instruction; their children were left almost without instruction; and thus, in a short time, forgetting the peculiarities of their religion, and their very language itself, they nearly all sat down under the broad and dark shadow of Popery. I may be Quixotic, but I confess I would enter with all the zeal which assurance of success could inspire, into any Bible, Protestant, colonizing, co-operative scheme for the benefit of my native country."

After taking care of ourselves, we started along the great northern road that leads from Lanark to Glasgow. Cartland Craigs, already alluded to, is a ravine which, formerly, might command interest from its fearful height and perplexing wooded intricacies, and from the shelter it afforded, in earlier times, to Wallace, and, in later, to the dragoon-hunted Covenanters; but in these modern days, from the magnificent arch, which, in the triumph of masonic pride, has been flung across it, and forms part of the line of road. The high grounds of the house of Lee recalled the romantic legends connected with the Lee Penny, familiar to every studious devotee of the Scottish novels; and if the boundaries of my paper did not warn me to pause, I might be tempted either to treat or annoy (as the case may be) my various readers with not a few singular circumstances connected with that magically mysterious coin. The road and country presented a perfect contrast to the previous day's drive, being bleak, hilly, and in general uninteresting. We passed through a number of common-place villages, the names of which I have not forgotten, for they never stuck in my memory, with the exception of Cumbuslang, a dirty-looking, coal-pit, weaving, straggling place, about five miles from Glasgow, and which, some seventy or eighty years ago, was the scene of an extraordinary revival of religion, wherein, though the devil attempted to cast discredit upon it, by fanatical excitement, fainting fits, and all the infernal machinery with which he tries to spoil the work of grace in the hearts of such weak creatures as we are, there was, by undoubted testimony, permanent sin-hating, God-loving effects produced. Evening, calm, sober, and still, was closing fast upon us, and the fires of Clyde Iron Works, viewed from a different position, and under a darker shade, than we had seen them two mornings ago, cast their conflagration colour against the sky, and lighted us onward, till we entered Great Hamilton street, which skirts the city park called the Green, drove up London street, turned round into the Trongate, and laid ourselves down at the Black Bull. Sandy and I parted, but my readers may rest assured I had no disposition to cut his acquaintance when done with his services, but made arrangements as to the probability of meeting him again, either in Scotland or Ireland.

(To be continued.)

C. O.

REVIEW.

Inquiries concerning the Intellectual Powers and the Investigation of Truth. By John Abercrombie, M. D. 8vo. Waugh and Innes, Edinburgh; Wm. Curry, Jun. & Co. Dublin. 1830.

Doctor Abercrombie is already known to the public as a gentleman of the first eminence in his profession. The work before us proves him to possess an independent, vigorous, and practical mind, thoroughly conversant with the subjects it discusses, that enters ex animo into the spirit of inductive philosophy, and withal is deeply imbued with Christian piety. It is a volume calculated to render essential service to intellectual, medical, and theological science, and we have risen from the perusal of it with an earnest wish that it may find its way into the hands of every thinking man in the empire, be he a believer or an infidel. It abounds with interesting statement and powerful reasoning; and we confidently recommend it to our readers as a publication of no ordinary value-one of the few, compared with the numbers at present issuing from the press, which will long outlive the year of its appearance, and will be the more prized in propor

tion as its contents are known.

Next to the knowledge of God, and inseparable from it for all practical purposes, no study can yield more pleasure or profit than the science of man. Apart from that acquaintance with anatomy which professors of it acquire, what child, capable of thought, will not be delighted as we describe, in a manner level to his comprehension, the formation of the eye or the circulation of the blood?-or what adult can read Archdeacon Paley's Natural Theology and not derive a zest of rational gratification by the facts detailed, heightened by the argument they afford of divine intelligence and goodness? If

"An undevout astronomer is mad,"

Anatomical studies

Certainly no person can justly claim credit for the right use of his faculties who can contemplate the exquisitely arranged parts, and multifarious processes constantly going on in the human body, without confessing the being and glory of the Creator. It was once a proverb "tres medici duo athei;" we trust and believe it is not verified now. bring the mind into such close contact with decisive indications of God's power, wisdom, and presence, that we should hesitate to believe that individuals of a sound and truly philosophical understanding, could possess either the dulness of perception or the hardihood in impiety which the non-acknowledgment of the Deity would imply.

But a far nobler and more important range of inquiry is opened before us in the human mind. The faculty of thought, second only to the religious principle, is the grandeur and the glory of our being. By it we observe, feel, remember, reason, invent. It renders us capable of acquiring information, of possessing pain or pleasure, of arranging plans and resolving purposes, and of carrying on intercourse with other beings. When we reflect upon the discoveries which have been made in chemistry, astronomy, and other departments of natural science-upon the complex and protracted reckonings and demonstrations of the higher branches of the mathematics-upon the combinations and inventions, the genius, sublimity, and taste which have been displayed in painting, architecture, sculpture, poetry and other arts-and, above all, upon that intimate and immortal fellowship with the Supreme Being to which revelation introduces us, we are