A few words more and I have done. This radicalism which I have been exposing to public view, will, without doubt, be frequently found complaining of real evils, and advocating substantial truths—just as the Devil is said at times to be a preacher of scripture. It will come, too, frequently, with a fair sounding name, such as the "Hard Handed Reformer," "the Friend of the People," "the Democrat," &c. &c. But any one with half an eye, and that but half open, must see at a glance that a thing so utterly deficient in all the elements of true greatness, can never do any thing for the human race, which the human race would not be infinitely better without.

IT IS LITTLE.

FROM THOMAS N. TALFOURD'S "ION."

It is little :

But in these sharp extremities of fortune,

The blessings which the weak and poor can scatter
Have their own season. 'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
It is a little thing to speak a phrase
Of common comfort, which by daily use
Has almost lost its sense; yet on the ear
Of him who thought to die unmourn'd, 'twill fall
Like choicest music; fill the glazed eye
With gentle tears; relax the knotted hand
To know the bonds of fellowship again;
And shed on the departing soul a sense,
More precious than the benison of friends
About the honored death-bed of the rich,
To him who else were lonely, that another
Of the great family is near and feels.

REVIVALS.

There is a very general complaint among the American churches that there are no “revivals." The " showers of grace" which of old used now and then to deluge the sectarian fields, seem to be withheld, and a general drouth prevails throughout the land. This complaint is made in sadness and sincerity by some-and in cant and hypocrisy by others. But whatever the motives of those who make it, it is remarkably true. Until the last few years, nearly every town and city in the land was subject to the periodical visitation of these sectarian agitations. Day after day, and night after night, the deluded multitudes would gather together in their houses of worship, and enact their religious tragedies, in the most solemn and imposing manner which priestly ingenuity and monkish superstition could invent. In the great name of Christ—that serene and truthful spirit—and in the name of his cheerful and invigorating faith, the poor deluded people were engaged in the most noisy and disgusting performances, by which, annually, hundreds and thousands were hurried into premature graves, or the darker confines of hopeless insanity. Cunning men were trained in Sunday schools, and theological seminaries, and clerical studies, to conduct the machinery necessary to get up and manage a religious "revival "-and fearful indeed was the mastery which they attained over the human passions. Language is incompetent to give the remotest idea of the influence which these people exerted over their simple and unsuspecting victims. And the means used were as unnatural and gross, as the proposed end. The most solemn and unearthly countenances were cultivated by the priests and their lay-colleagues with as much care and skill as a modern beau cultivates his whiskers, or a modern belle her bishop. The tone of voice was also artfully studied,—until it reached the most gloomy and sepulchral pitch; and the eyes were subjected to a sort of ecclesiastical drill in horrible keeping with the rest of these foolish and

inhuman "exercises." And this ridiculous farce was daily and hourly rehearsed for the purpose of saving souls! Yes, men would lift up their disfigured faces to "heaven," and in the most dismal tones drawl out stupid and unmeaning prayers and exhortations by the hour together, frightening the weak and witless out of all sense of propriety, and "making a nuisance of the blessed air" by their hideous noises-and call it all Christianity! And many of them were honest in it-and really believed that such religious hubbubs were just what Christ delighted in. The priests, as a general thing, knew better, but getting up and bringing out these nocturnal tragedies was their profession,-and so they followed it,-just as hangmen and butchers follow theirs.

Thanks to the healthful and invigorating reforms of the day such "fantastic tricks" are not likely to profane "High Heaven" again for the present. The priests are attempting to revive them, but it cannot be done. I know they are necessary to the existence and power of the priesthood, but this won't alter the matter,-for both must go.

To those true souls who love their race, and who really long for a revival of Christianity, I would say:-this nation is in the midst of such a revival, and its indications are all about us. The great Washingtonian movement is a Christian revival by which hundreds and thousands have been born again, and "born of water." The Anti-Slavery agitation, which seems to have grasped this nation by either pole and shaken it to its centre, is a Christian revival, as many an enfranchised spirit will bear cheerful testimony. The non-resistance cause,-who does not know that it has revived the ancient spirit of Christ in many a noble and devoted heart? The moral-reform friends,—what but a revival of the purest faith is growing up daily beneath their despised but indefatigable labors? In fine what do the reform meetings, which are going on throughout the vast extent of this country, in behalf of sin-ridden and church-ridden Humanity, show, but that a healthful revival of genuine Christian truth is in the "full tide of successful experiment?" True the church and her pampered

priesthood do not engage to any extent in this revival. But what does this show? That it is not a Christian revival? Not a whit of it, but the exact contrary; for from time immemorial the church and the priesthood have ridden rough-shod over the interests of humanity-esteeming that their divine prerogative. And the people are getting to understand this. Why, just think of it.— One of the greatest "revivals " which ever blessed the earth, is going on just now in this country (I allude to the great temperance revival) and the mass of the clergy know no more about it, and care no more about it, than so many lamp-posts. I say wrong. They do know about it, and care about it—for it is interfering with their "craft,"—indeed, actually destroying it—and they are in perfect agony.

This great national revival to which I have alluded, is fast spreading over the earth-and no priest nor politician can arrest its progress. Let every true man and woman avail themselves of the "refreshing season," and improve the present hour to do something for humanity.-Every one can do something, the humblest most. It is not a revival of " principalities and powers," but of the simple truth as manifested in the ordinary duties of every day life, and so the most gentle spirit is best qualified for its service. It has none of the "pomp and circumstance" of state or sect affairs. It does not come "with observation." But the "revival" of which I speak is a strong, steady, under-current of sound thought and feeling, swaying the universe with its mighty tide, and yet as quiet as the falling of the dew or the upspringing of the grass.

EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY.

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"Why, William, on that old gray stone, Thus for the length of half a day,

Why, William, sit you thus alone,

And dream your time away?

Where are your books?-that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind!

Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed

From dead men to their kind.