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reference to the lamented victims of our un-British government ; but the able, though unstudied hand of Captain Grover has paid the scribe in a coin that will pass current through the world. Truly it is gratifying to see how the public-press is taking the matter up; and, as is usually the case where plain truth and justice stand openly confronted with falsehood and wrong, is, in the main, passing a very fair verdict. New facts are brought out in this pamphlet with great effect ; and facts already laid before the country by its author, are again drawn out from under the mass of rubbish, vituperation, and bold denial with which his opponents had overlaid them. Captain Grover will not allow his good to be evil spoken of; and he is right ; nor has the diplomatic reviewer gained much by his attempts to browbeat and defame a generous soldier, whose only fault is, that he has too much of the old chivalric character about him to be understood by the too commonly selfish generation among whom his lot is cast.

Our readers will be compelled to smile at some of the well-merited castigations given, in perfect good-humour, by the assailed to his assailants. Dr. Wolff's work has been a sad discomfiture to the latter ; and we are very much mistaken if this disgraceful matter is allowed to go to sleep until a lesson has been scourged into heartless officials that will prove highly beneficial to the country at large. Captain Grover has the respect, sympathy, and we will add, the gratitude of the great bulk of all whose opinions are worth looking to, throughout the almost unlimited space where this tale of blood has been heard.

Then years flew by, as the lightnings fly,
Again the summons of death came nigh.

'Twas heard by a child with sunny hair,

And eyes of violet blue ;
She ceased her brother's sports to share,

And pale and pensive grew.
At midnight rose her wailing cry,
With showers of tears of agony,
“ Oh, what if I to-night should die,

“I have not heaven in view !”. She wept for sin ; at length she found

The sinner's ransom paid,
And with a strong though child-like faith,

Her sins on Jesus laid.
And ere the messenger came nigh,

To her such faith was given ;
“ I fear not now,” she said, “ to die,

For Jesus is in heaven.” Then came the bright one down, Bore her to her starry crown ; Oh, what glad seraph-chants were strewn Round the bright pathway to her Saviour's throne.

A year flew by, like a breeze's sigh,
Again the summons of death came nigh.

It came to one in manhood's prime,

In youth and health abounding ; Intellect beaming on his brow,

Kindness his steps surrounding ; The stronger rushed upon the strong ;

The seventh morning came,

His feet had entered Jordan's stream,

Its chill was on his frame ;
But till it froze his rich deep voice,

For mercy still he prayed ;
“O Christ, have mercy upon me,”

Were the last words he said.
Swiftly thy wing swept on, O Death,

To burst our links of love ;
But we trust it bore our wrested one

To a better home above.

And month by month, and year by year

The Patriarch of the band
His white hairs bent o'er the Holy Book

To read of that better land.
“ I feel the gathering snows of age

And they tell me of the grave ;
In myself but sin, I trust in Christ,

And He alone can save.”

Thus years went by, with a warning cry
Suddenly death again came nigh.

The Patriarch bowed on the Sabbath-day

In the holy house of prayer;
At night he sank to his usual rest,

At dawn came the summons there.
His children stood by his painless couch,

He knew them but could not speak;
He pressed their hands, and he looked farewell,

Then turned the Book to seek, He placed it in their willing hands

They read him that Word of God;

THE EGYPTIAN. By the Author of The Jew."

Religious Tract Society.

Very interesting ; full of information, and duly illustrated. Egypt has a very conspicuous part to perform ere long : God hath spoken good concerning her, in connexion with Israel ; and some of us will live to see it.

A very pungent and effective “ Reply to the Charge of

Archdeacon Hare” has reached us, but we have not yet been able to procure a copy of the “ Charge” itself.

THE PROTESTANT.

The cliffs, the snowy cliffs of Albion! it is long since I looked upon them,' said my uncle, as, pacing the firm, smooth sands below, he measured with his eye the height of that majestic wall of dazzling white, levelled as though with a plummet-line, and only broken in its beautiful surface by the playful jutting out of here and there a hardy wild flower, or a tuft of rugged grass. It stretched far before us, on our left the tide that had erewhile dashed its billows against the rampart, having now ebbed to its lowest point; and we sauntered on, with the exquisite enjoyment of people whose nature and early habits are almost amphibious ; but who have long been fettered to their respective posts of duty, unable to gratify the strong propensity for marine scenery and its concomitants, which amounts to a passion rather than a mere taste.

"Well, I have, in my inland home, contemplated the ruinous career of this untoward generation, and numbered up our daring acts of rebellion against the Lord, until I have been brought to a feeling of stern acquiescence in the pouring forth of His most righteous indignation, content that he should vindicate the majesty and the might that we have set at nought: but, I don't know how it is, while walking here at the foot of these cliffs, these beauteous and magnificent walls, built by His own Almighty hand, and for so many centuries rendered utterly impregnable to all assailants, my heart

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