Quæsita Christi sanguine
Manavit in terras Fides,
Et impiarum pectora
Victrix subegit gentium.

Fax illa puris cordibus
Monstrare cœlos efficax,
Eterna dignis incitat
Factis mereri præmia.

Sancti leonum, per fidem,
Mulsere rugitus; truces
Fregere regnantum minas;
Risere stridentes rogos.

Hac luce signatum, Deus,
Calcare dona tramitem,
Et caritatis uberes

Fructus eundo carpere.

&c. &c.

From blood of Christ that Faith had birth,
And then went forth on earth,
And hath the nations, with kind sway,
Taught to obey.

It is a light in spirits clear
Which brings the heavens near,
And kindles into glorious deeds
Eternal seeds.

Thro' faith the saints have lions quell'd,
And kings by wrath impell'd;
And welcom'd with a peaceful smile
The blazing pile.

Grant, Lord, that we the path may tread
Whereon this light is shed;

And gather fruits of love that throng
That path along!

The points here alluded to, and especially the mode in which scriptural associations are connected with the different days of the week and hours of the day, are observable in our own books of devotion, and evidently derived from these sources, as in Bishop Andrews's Devotions, in Sherlock's Practical Christian. The latter circumstance-i. e., the peculiar subject adapted to each day, may have furnished the foundation for the same in Nelson's Practice of True Devotion, (and perhaps for the different hours of the day in Law's Serious Call.)

Amidst the dangerous principles which now prevail both in religion and in politics, to turn to the piety of earlier days would seem to be our best protection; to turn to high and earlier sources must be the means by which the church may pass unpolluted through the contamination of degrading principles; so may she realize the wish of the poet for his favourite Are

thusa

"Sic tibi, cum fluctus subter labere Sicanos,
Doris amara suam non intermisceat undam."

SACRED POETRY.

TO THE REV. J——— K—

FULL many a stripling bold, presumptuous, gay,
Flushed with the promise of his youthful might,
Towards fame and power has pressed his onward way
In the rich sunshine of a summer's day,

Till thou, slow rising with thy lunar light,

Hast calmed his soul, and cheered his inward sight
With treasures greater far than those of kings,

Wedding deep passions to invisible things.
Hence, long as home is dear to loving hearts,

And lowly roofs, where no proud thoughts intrude,
Yield joy denied to the dull worldling's arts,
Shall rise the voice of solemn gratitude
To thee, mild pastor, meditative seer,

*The sweet-souled poet of the Christian Year.

E. T.

"The sweet-souled poet of the Seasons."

Wordsworth, speaking of Thompson.

Lyra Apostolica.

Γνοῖεν δ', ὡς δὴ δηρὸν ἐγώ πολέμοιο πέπαυμαι.

No. XIV.

1.

WHEN I am sad, I say,

"What boots it me to strive, And vex my spirit day by day Dead memories to revive?

Alas! what good will come,
Though we our prayer obtain,
To bring old times triumphant home,
And Heaven's lost sword regain?

Would not our history run

In the same weary round,
And service, in meek faith begun,
One time in forms be bound?

Union would give us strength,-
That strength the earth subdue;

And then comes wealth, and pride at length,
And sloth, and prayers untrue."

Nay, this is worldly-wise;

To reason is a crime,

Since the LORD bade his church arise,

In the dark ancient time.

He wills that she should shine;
So we her flame must trim
Around his soul-converting sign,
And leave the rest to him.

2.

O SAY not thou art left of God,
Because his tokens in the sky

Thou canst not read,-this earth he trod
To teach thee he was ever nigh.

He sees, beneath the fig-tree green,
Nathanael con his sacred lore;
Should'st thou the closet seek, unseen

He enters through the unopened door.
And, when thou liest in slumber bound,
Outwearied in the Christian fight,

In glory, girt with saints around,

He stands above thee through the night. When friends to Emmaus bend their course, He joins, although he holds their eyes; Or, should'st thou feel some fever's force, He takes thy hand, he bids thee rise. Or, on a voyage, when calms prevail And prison thee upon the sea, He walks the wave, he wings the sailThe shore is gained, and thou art free.

3.

EACH trial has its weight; which whoso bears,
Knows his own woe, and need of succouring grace.
The martyr's hope may half wipe out the trace
Of flowing blood; and so life's humbler cares
Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no place.

This be my comfort, in these days of grief,

Which is not CHRIST's, nor forms heroic tale-
Apart from him, if not a sparrow fail,

May not he pitying view, and send relief,

When foes or friends perplex, and peevish thoughts prevail.
Then keep good heart; nor take the self-wise course
Of Thomas, who must see ere he would trust.
Faith will fill up God's word, not poorly just

To the bare letter, heedless of its force,

But walking by its light amid earth's sun and dust.

4. THE CROSS.

"AD omnem progressum atque promotum, ad omnem aditum et exitum, ad vestitum, ad calciatum, ad lavacra, ad mensas, ad lumina, ad cubilia, ad sedilia, quacunque nos conversatio exercet, frontem Crucis signaculo terimus."-Tertull. de Corona, § 3.

WHENE'ER across this sinful flesh of mine

I draw the Blessed Sign,

All good thoughts stir within me, and collect
Their slumbering strength divine;

Till there springs up that hope of God's elect
My faith shall ne'er be wrecked.

And who shall say, but hateful spirits around,
For their brief hour unbound,

Shudder to see, and wail their overthrow?
While on far heathen ground

Some lonely saint hails the fresh odour, though

Its source he cannot know.

5.

"And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour."

WHENCE is this awe, by stillness spread

O'er the world-fretted soul?

Wave reared on wave its boastful head,
While my keen bark, by breezes sped,
Dashed fiercely through the ocean bed,
And chafed towards its goal.

But now there reigns so deep a rest,
That I could almost weep.
Sinner! thou hast in this rare guest
Of Adam's peace a figure blest;
'Tis Eden seen, but not possessed,
Which cherub-flames still keep.

CORRESPONDENCE.

The Editor begs to remind his readers that he is not responsible for the opinions
of his Correspondents.

UNIVERSITY GRANTS FROM THE NATION.

May 24th, 1834. SIR,-Thanks to you and to others who have kindly assisted in the work, several church questions respecting matters of fact, have, I trust, been set at rest. This has been particularly the case with the oft-repeated and continually re-echoed cry about the enormous wealth of the clergy-of which now we hear but little-it having been proved to demonstration to have been entirely unfounded. Not having seen in your Magazine any statement on the following question, I take the liberty of transmitting it to you, thinking it may be worth insertion if you can find a corner for it in one of your crowded pages. One of the arguments not unfrequently urged for opening the Universities to dissenters is, that the nation pays their professors, and, therefore, becomes entitled to the benefits arising therefrom. If I remember right, Mr. Roebuck urged this a few weeks ago, when the annual grant to the Universities was proposed, and I have seen it frequently urged before on similar occasions. It is but fair, however, that the nation, which claims so much, should know on which side the obligation lies; whether it is indebted to the Universities, or they to it? And this question may now be finally set at rest by the returns lately moved for, and made to the House of Commons. The government pays annually, to each University, about 1000l., which is divided among several of the Professors, at the rate, in the majority of cases, of 40l. to each. This is the amount of obligation due from the Universities to the nation; but let us now see how the account stands per contra. Every person matriculating or taking any degree at Oxford or Cambridge, pays a fee to government, the sum arising from which nearly trebles the amount granted by Parliament, as will be seen from the following tables, extracted from the Parliamentary Returns, and taken from the Morning Herald of May 23rd. The exact sum, if incorrect, is I rather think under-rated; for I believe where pounds are mentioned, they should be guineas, those being paid at least at Cambridge, as I know by experience. The thanks of the Universities are due to the gentleman who moved for these returns.

Fees paid to Government by the University of Cambridge during the last

May we not hence naturally conclude that the Universities would be very willing to cancel the obligation by neither paying anything to, nor receiving anything from the nation? At all events some means should be taken to correct the gross ignorance evinced by many honourable Members of the Commons' House of Parliament, respecting the Universities, both in regard to their general character and to their minor details-an ignorance in no wise disgraceful except when brought to light under the garb of assumed superior knowledge and pretended liberality.

I remain, Sir, your obedient servant, CANTAB.

ANTI-PRELATISTS OF PAST TIMES.

"BISHOPS were in parliament," says Selden, "ever since there was any mention or sign of a parliament in England." "To take away bishop's votes," he observes, "is but the beginning to take them away; for then they can be no longer useful to the King or State.