throne; the undying worm shall feed upon him; and conscience, with ten thousand stings, shall upbraid his folly. Miserable man! Once he could deify chance, sport with death, and say, There is no God. If chance could make the worlds, place them in their order, and put them in motion; if chance could create intelligent beings, endow them with moral powers, and feelings, and prolong their existence for a period of years; why may not chance make the spirit immortal, and, according to its deeds, make it happy or miserable throughout endless duration? "Softly, Atheist, speak with candour, Chance, perhaps, hath ears to hear; Chance, for your blasphemous slander, Yet may make you quake and fear." "Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest he tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver.” Popery. TRANSUBSTANTIATION. WHAT is Transubstantiation? The answer is so revolting to reason, that we hesitate to give it in our own words, lest it should be supposed by the less intelligent reader that the Popish view is not fairly represented. We shall, therefore, to place it beyond the possibility of doubt or cavil, repair to the highest authority, and cite from the Catechism of one of the living Romish Bishops of Ireland,-Dr. Ryan, of Limerick,-which runs thus: TRANSUBSTANTIATION. Q. What is the Eucharist? A. A sacrament, wherein the body, the blood, the soul and divinity of Jesus Christ are really and truly contained, under the appearance of bread and wine. Q. What is the sensible sign in the sacrament? A. The outward appearances of bread and wine. Q. What do you mean by the appearances of bread and wine? A. What affects our senses, as the colour, figure, taste, and smell of the bread and wine. Q. Is not the substance of the bread and wine contained under these appearances in the Eucharist? A. No; for it is changed by the words of consecration into the flesh and blood of Christ, and this change is called Transubstantiation. the bread and wine? Q. Who has the power to consecrate A. The priest only. Q. When is the bread and wine consecrated? A. About the middle of the Mass, when the priest says these words, "This is my body," over the bread, and "This is my blood," over the wine. Q. Is there anything else in the Eucharist besides the body and blood, the soul and divinity of Christ? A. Yes; the Father and Holy Ghost are present there also. Q. How comes it that the Father and Holy Ghost are there? from the divinity of Christ. A. Because they are inseparable Q. What worship is due to the Eucharist? A. The very same adoration, respect, and worship that is due to God himself, since he is there. Now, Reader, this is Popish Transubstantiation ! This is the express language of the Romish Church, and therefore there can be no mistake, and no misrepresentation. Nor let it be thought that Bishop Ryan may, perchance, be heretical; for this is the uniform doctrine of the Papacy, in every land. What think you of it? Do you conceive it possible for human understanding to devise anything more outrageous of all Scripture, all reason, and all decency? Must not the mind of the Papal world be in a condition the most deplorably benighted, before it can receive an absurdity so revolting as a doctrine from heaven? To believe that by two words, issuing from priestly lips, a hog may be converted into a horse, a goose into an eagle, a turnip into a lobster, or a rod of iron into a thread of silk, would be reason, com pared with this doctrine of Transubstantiation! Yet such is the doctrine taught by Catholicism to peasants and statesmen, philosophers and kings, and by them professed as a chief tenet of the faith. Oh! the wickedness, the impiety, and the monstrosity of a system that has so thoroughly demented the human race! The following lines, which have been sent us, have merit, as tending to show the true character of the doctrine, and to impress it on the Papal ear: THE PAPIST WAFER GOD AND PAGAN WOODEN GOD AMONGST the Pagans there is little odds Between their fuel and their wooden gods: As chance may hit, a billet or a Jove! And as it haps, 't is worshipp'd, or 'tis burn'd, For chin, and cheeks, and nose, and eyes, and beard. The Pagan god would serve to ornament a country house; The former is proof against the dogs and cats; The latter can't resist the mice and rats! Mites alone this puny god devour! A Cynick sure would laugh at such a sight- The rosey wine is by them, too, confess'd A god in every drop, when once 't is bless'd ! Yet the Papist says he is here and there, A god in bread, what is it then in dough? The priest who blesses it, or he who bakes. The baker in the godhead has a share; While it was dough, no god at all was there. Metamorphoses the god in bread! But still, it seems, the priest outdoes the baker; The one makes the bread, the other makes his Maker! Biography. We give in our present Number obituary sketches of a couple of most excellent Christian people, who now both rest from their labours, and are followed by their works. Mrs. Jones was the first to depart, and of her a relative has supplied the following: MRS. JONES. MRS. JONES, of City-road, was a native of Gloucestershire, and came to London about the age of fourteen, to live with a much-beloved sister, now in glory, whose anxiety for her salvation, and her prayers, and taking her to hear the preaching of the Gospel at Spa-fields Chapel, were blessed in her conversion; her deepest impressions being made under the farewell sermon by the Rev. W. Cooper, of Dublin, before leaving London for that place. She maintained her Christian course through much opposition from dearest friends, through her choosing the despised people of God and the faithful preaching of the Gospel, which she very much enjoyed, and which she adorned by her consistent walk and conversation, and with much honour to her profession. About twenty-six years ago, she joined the church at Tabernacle, Cityroad, where she remained a quiet and honourable member. Her walk was close with God. Her mind was richly stored with Divine truth. She had very humble views of herself, and very exalted views of Christ. A paper has been found written by her, dated Dec. 9, 1821, which shows how she heard and improved the means of grace: "Oh! Lord, I would bless thy dear name for the precious word I have this day heard from the lips of thy dear servants, and I did hope I was interested in those exceeding great and precious promises. It was said, a sense of necessity is our warrant to ask and hope for mercy: then surely, thought I, I may venture, who am a poor, guilty, needy creature, the most unworthy of all. How precious those words: 'All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him!' which I trust I do. Come, then, dear Jesus! and make me what thou would have me be; for I am nothing, nor can do nothing. Thou art just such a Saviour I want; for thou art all in all. Oh! that I could, without a doubt, call thee mine! 'How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heaven secure!' I want to know my own personal interest in thy merits and death. Oh! do thou enable me to follow on to know the Lord, till I find him. Do thou direct me in all my ways. Lead me where thou art to be found. I would desire to bless thy holy name for temporal mercies. I am much better in health to-day than I have been for many weeks. Health is a great blessing. If thou art pleased to give it, give me a heart to be thankful for it; and if otherwise, do thou give me comfort and support, and may my mind be stayed on thee evermore." She was always a very diligent, active woman; cheerful in the discharge of domestic duties, and ever ready to assist the distressed in mind or circumstances, and many have rea son to bless her memory. She was ever ready to weep with those who weep, and to help their distresses and console their minds with Gospel truth, and the precious promises of a faithful God. Her letters have been the means of much good to many in the country, and the mourner in Zion has found a comforter in her. The name of Jesus was always very precious to her; it was indeed "music to her ear." She was a living epistle of Christ, known and read by all who knew her; and in her affliction found much comfort from the promises. Through life she was the subject of many tears, through the fear of death, and her sympathy for others; but when she saw us weeping by her bed-side, she said, " Why do you weep so? You distress me. Pray dry your tears. The Lord has wiped away mine; I have not a tear to shed. His everlasting arms are supporting me; his promises are my comfort; and his presence cheers me. I am brought very low, but the Lord helps me. I am going to the 'general assembly and church of the first-born, and to Jesus, the Mediator of the new covenant."" her choice, and the spot was chosen Accept the sacred trust; And watch my sleeping dust." rest. The last evening of her life she sent for all her dear friends living in town, to take her farewell of them, which she did with much affection and kindness. Her heart and flesh were failing her, but she found God was the strength of her heart, and her portion for ever. She smiled very peacefully while saying farewell; nature seemed to be gone. We asked her if she was happy; she revived a little, and said, "Happy! Happy!"-which were her last words. Soon after she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus. Thus terminated her mortal She expressed a wish to recover, that she might be made more useful to others, and to work more for Christ. Whenever she took either medicine or career. nourishment, she said, "Pray the Lord to bless it; nothing is good without it. I am in his hands, and his will be done." She had an impression on her mind last year that the Lord was about to take her home, and told her dear partner so; and she set her house in order from that time, and said to him, "I have committed my soul to God, and I leave all the rest to you; but I should like to choose a resting-place for the body." We went to Abney Park, by MR. JOHN JONES. MR. JONES was born in Wales, and came to London very early in life. Having been trained to the profession of a carpenter, he conducted a respectable business many years in the Cityroad, and at an early period became connected with the church assembling in the Tabernacle, with which he remained till his death; having been lately elected, by the suffrages of his brethren, to sustain office in the fellowship. Mr. Jones was remarkable for the assiduity with which he waited upon the means of grace: this applies not simply to Lord's days, but to week-days. Active in habits, and busy from the engagements of trade, yet he had always abundant time for the house of God, for works of faith and labours of love. Whoever was absent, he was not. Week-night lectures, prayer-meetings, and even Bible-classes, generally numbered him among their attendants; and his hand was always ready to support every cause which commended itself to his judgment and affections. He, beyond most men, delighted in secretly doing good. Not a little has come to the ears of his pastor and friends, as done by him, in the belief that it would never come to the light. He was literally one of those who "Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame." He survived his excellent wife only three years. His last illness was short, and his departure wholly unexpected. He was taken on Thursday evening, and his minister, learning his affliction, went on the Sabbath afternoon to see him, when he solemnly said, “I had no idea of this: it has come upon me quite unexpectedly." To one of the Missionaries of the congregation, who visited him on the Monday evening, he said, using a technical phrase of his profession, "I shall finish the job tonight;" and so he did. That night, before twelve o'clock, he entered into the joy of his Lord. of neatness in his person and in all his The Tabernacle Local Mission 100 100 100 50 50 He had, moreover, ordered that these sums should be paid free of legacy duty, which, being 10 per cent., it will be seen, is equivalent to a contributien in all, of £70 more. He was buried in his own family vault, in Abney Park, beside his excellent wife; where they both rest from a quiet, useful course of Christian labour, and have left behind them not simply a spotless reputation, but a memory which is blessed. The connections both of Mr. and of Mrs. Jones are distinguished by true religion; and if less successful than Mr. Jones, as a tradesman, was dis- Mr. Jones in the present world, they tinguished by taste, accuracy, and are nevertheless rich towards God. punctuality; and, indeed, was a model |