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ing that made the first day, made every cles to the placid stagnation that overspread other also.”
the faces around them. But the calm was After the commencement of his ac
of short continuance. This Quinbus Flesquaintance with Zaira, De Courcy had trin, this man-mountain of a catechumen, for some days forsaken the Wentworths. feet of his teachers, but to prove that he
came not to sit with lowly docility at the Montgomery, in the anxiety of friendship,
was able to teach them. If he was a babe, contrived one morning, to drag him away as De Courcy said, techy and wayward from the fascinating actress, to visit the was his infancy;' no ill-nursed, ill-tempered, gentle, unrepining Eva.
captious, squalling brat, was ever a greater They arrived at Wentworth's: now it terror and torment in the nursery. He reseemed to be Eva's fate, that, just at this sisted, he retorted, he evaded, he parried, period, her uncle's house, society, every light he contradicted, carped, and cavilled on under which she could be beheld, every asso- the ninth part of a hair.' ciation connected with her image, should " Macowen lost his ground; then he lost be particularly and pre-eminently repulsive. his breath ; then he lost his temper; scinMacowen was there every day, and all day tillating eyes, quivering lips, and streaks of long, defining, disputing, dogmatizing, hair. stormy red marking their brown cheeks, splitting, and excommunicating--the absolute gave signal of fierce debate. All the weapope of the parlour-conclave. His hearers, pons of fleshly warfare were soon drawn in dazzled by his oratory, stunned by his volu- the combat, and certain words that would bility, proud of his reputation, afraid of his have led to a different termination of the virulence, would hardly have denied that a dispute among men of this world, passed crust was a shoulder of mutton, if it had so quick and high between them. Struck with pleased lord Peter to call it. It was ludicrous shame, they paused--a dreary pause of to hear these people, the moment they were sullen anger and reluctant shame." Now, allowed to speak, (and that was not often,) shan't we have a word of prayer,' said Mr. break out into exclamations against those Wentworth, who had been watching them who suffered themselves to be led by world with as much deliberate enjoyment as an ly teachers; or, as Macowen expressed it, ancient Roman would a spectacle of glasuffered themselves to be harnessed to the diators." old lumbering state-coach of the hierarchy,
On another similar occasion, circumthat they might drag it over rough and
stances were equally inauspicious to smooth, under the lash of tithesmen and proctors, bedizened with the faded trap- Montgomery's benevolent intentions. pings of lifeless ordinances and beggarly " They called in Sackville-street, and elements.
then went on to Wentworth's. The fates “ This day, however, he was resolved seemed to have picked out the society that that more than admirers should witness his morning with malice prepense. Breakfast triumph; he announced that he had lately was half over, but Wentworth, Macowen, been engaged in the conversion of one who and the Babe, were all steeped in controhad nearly been brought to see the error of versy to the very lips. The muffins had his way, and whom he had invited to meet been swallowed wholesale, the eggs scarcehim at Mr. Wentworth's, that he might ly tasted, (though Macowen was a very * produce his strong reasons before the good judge of eggs,) and the tea drank godly friends who were assembled there. scalding hot, in the rage of debate, and still Mr. Wentworth was just expressing his sa- it raged. Mrs. Wentworth sat at her knitting, tisfaction, that his house was chosen for the at safe distance from the field of battle, and assembling of the saints, and, with twink. Eva poured out cup after cup in silence. ling eyes, erect figure, fluttered handker- Macowen had been pressing the new conchief, 'prelusive hems, and oscillating mo- vert for a test of his faith ; for he had no tion in his chair, was speaking, as plain as idea of a man's having any religion unless attitudes could speak, his agitation of de- he could specify it under a particular denolight at the expected controversy, when a mination, and signify his creed by a kind of loud rap was heard at the door. The party free-masonic sign, technical and decisive. sat hushed in grim repose. He is but a This the convert refused, it seems; and as babe in grace,' said Macowen, with a pre- the young men came in, he was bellowing, paratory leer of conciliation at the com- with a cup of tea in his hand, which he was pany, he is but a babe, and must be fed spilling in the trepidation of his rage, with milk.'
No, sir-no, sir-never, never. I will “ The door was thrown open-enter the neither be Catholic or Protestant, Armi. babe-a man turned of fifty, six feet two nian or Calvinist.” inches high, broad and bulky in proportion, 6. Don't put Arminian first,' said Mr. with an atrabilious complexion, a voice of Wentworth. thunder, and a tread that shook the room. " He went on. Neither Trinitarian or The contrast was unspeakably ridiculous. Arian-neither Universalist or Particularist. • Babe! murmured De Courcy; • Babe!' No sir-sir, I will be a Christian.-Yes, I will echoed Montgomery, and both had some be a Christian, (foaming with passion,) I will difficulty in subduing their rebellious mus. I will be a Christian. And his voice was
actually a roar, and he thumped the table the room, came forward. He could not in the fury of his vociferation, and the ea- bear that a niece of his, brought up in the gerness of his orthodoxy."
very strictest sect of evangelical religion, In the second volume we have a long rable article for the obituary of an Evan- .
should thus depart without leaving a memoargument on the existence of a deity, in gelical Magazine. He had 'expected this, which the advocate of atheism is permit- at least, from her. He had (unconsciously ted to triumph over the feeble reasoning in his own mind) dramatized her whole dy. of Zaira, who was equally ignorant of the ing scene, and made a valuable addition to evidences of religion, and of the power the testimony of those who die in all the of faith. We have no room for an ex- orthodoxy of genuine Calvinism. tract from so unprofitable a discussion.
My dear Eva,' said he, approaching her There is, however, a moral to be deduced bed, and softening his voice to its softest
tones, . I trust that I am not to discover in from it, for it was the miserable sophistry your last words a failure from the faith, for of Cardonnean, that drove Zaira to the which the saints are desired to contend desperate resolution of committing self- earnestly, and to resist even unto blood. I murder.
trust that your approach to the valley of After all the jeers at evangelical reli- the shadow of death does not darken your gion, we are hardly prepared for so edify- view of the five points, those immutable ing a scene, as is exhibited by Eva on her foundations on which the gospel rests, namedeath bed. There is, however, even in ly.' -and Wentworth began reckoning on this, an occasional gird at the orthodox.
his fingers-Mrs. Wentworth in vain made
signs to him-he went on as far as Perseve• 66 Her dissolution was now obviously rance, when Eva, lifting her wasted hand, near; she rose no more from her bed, but he became involuntarily silent. her countenance became gradually more • My dear uncle,' said the dying Chriscelestial; a faint but lovely tinge overspread tian; the language of man is as the dust the cheek it had long deserted; her eyes
of the balance' to me now. Reality, reality had a light beyond the brightness of mortali- is dealing with me. I am on the verge of ty, they did comfort and not burn. Her the grave, and all the wretched distinctions evangelical friends were much in her apart- that have kept men at war for centuries ment; this is customary, and, when praction is of grace through faith,' and, knowing
seem to me as nothing. I know that“salvaticable, from the state and habits of the invalid, is undoubtedly a solemn and edifying that, I am satisfied. Oh, my dear uncle, i spectacle. But it had somewhat too much am fast approaching that place where there publicity for Eva. One night, after there had is neither Jew or Greek, Barbarian or Scybeen prayers and bymn-singing in her room, thian, bondman or free, but Christ is all, and and each, departing, had solemnly wished in all.' Speak no more of points, which I her peace, she said to Mrs. Wentworth, cannot understand ; but feel with me that • When I am dying, do not let the preachers the religion of Christ is a religion of the soul be about me: let me die in private; death is that its various denominations (which I too solemn a thing for witnesses. They have heard so often discussed, and with so might, perhaps, press me on some points, little profit,) are of light avail, compared with which I could not then answer clearly; and its vital predominance over our hearts and the failure of my intellects, the natural de- lives. I call,' said she, collecting her holcline of strength, might be mistaken for low voice to utter the words strongly.-I • unsoundness in the faith. They are fond call tivo awful witnesses to my appeal-the of proposing tests at such a time; it is no
hour of death and the day of judgmenttime to answer nice questions; one must they are witnesses against all the souls that enjoy their religion then, not define it. If live. Oh, my dear, dear uncle, how will my testimony could be offered up, I would you stand their testimony? You have heard offer it in the presence of the assembled much of the language of religion, but I fear world; but God' needs no such witness to you have yet to learn its power. She his truth. The curtains of a death-bed paused; for dim as her eyes were 'hourly should be closed-let mine be so, my dear- growing, she could see the tears running
Shall I confess the truth to you? fast down Wentworth’s rugged cheeks. His I think there is something too public in the wife led him from the room. printed accounts of the deaths of evangeli- of God visited him even at the seventh cal persons. I do not wish to be surrounded hour, and we are rejoiced to relate that the by preachers and persons calling on me
labourer is (though called so late) in expecto witness the truth, when I have no longer tation of receiving the same reward as those a breath to heave in witness of it. On, no, who bore the burden and heat of the day. there is something too theatrical in that. Mrs. Wentworth returned, to pass the night and 1,' said Eva, wiping the drops from her beside the bed of death. Éva said to her at streaming forehead, and forcing a ghastly intervals that night, Do not let the weaksmile- 1 bave suffered too much by the ness of my dying frame, or even the wantheatre.'
dering of my intellect, (if I should wander) " At these words, Wentworth, who was in induce you to think that God has deserted VOL. 11.No. II.
me, that I liave not an anchor of the soul, ries of a friend, I can only conceive that
The scene is protracted to such a length, produced by death. When she awoke, a
that we must be excused from going female friend who had sat up along with through with it. In fact, we are very glad Mrs. Wentworth inquired how she found herself? She answered, Perfectly calm.'
to take our leave, here, of a book, which " It was explained, that the question refer- hardly deserves the consideration we have red to her bodily feelings; her answer was
bestowed upon it. It is some consolation given with more than usual strength of tone. to be assured by Mr. Maturin, that this is I am so little accustomed to think of my the last time, that he will trespass, in this bodily feelings that when I hear the inqui- way, on the public.
ART. 6. Anecdotes of the Life of Richard Watson, Bishop of Landaff. Written by
himself, at different intervals, and Revised in 1814. Published by his Son, RICHARD
been pleased and edified by the perusa the death of Dr. Watson, the celebrated of this volume, would be but a feeble Bishop of Landaff,—whose talents and expression of the rare gratification which piety have acquired for him a more ho- we have derived from it. The amiable nourable distinction, than the possession views of life which it discloses, are calof any initre could confer. The memory çulated to conciliate the most morose, of this patriarch prelate is so generally and the elevating and cheering prospects and justly revered, as well in this couutry of religion which it unfolds, to invigorate as in England, that any authentic sketch the most despondent.
To all who can of his life could harldly have failed to be
procure the work we earnestly recomwell received by those who have long mend, not merely the reading, but the been accustomed to venerate his leaming study of it. For the benefit of those who and his virtues. Happily the task of may not enjoy that opportunity, we shalt compiling his biography was not left to give a brief outline of the history of its incompetent hands. Less than two years author, and shall introduce ample extracts before his death, Bishop Watson revised from his narrative and correspondence. and completed the memoir before us, Bishop Watson informs us that, from which has been published under the in an early age, he was in the habit of writ
e. ca of 10
elpand the the
ing down the events of his life, with an and other persons of fortune-but their man-
some excuse for idleness, extravagance, and
plead none for me.
" When I used to be returning to my room which, under the good providence of God, at one or two in the morning, after spend. have contributed to place me in my pre- ing a jolly evening, I often observed a light sent situation; and a frequent examina- in the chamber of one of the same standing tion of my principles of action has con- with myself; this never failed to excite my tributed to establish in me a consistency jealousy, and the next day was always a day of conduct, and to confirm I trust, in
of hard study. I have gone without my dinthat probity of manners in my seventy- ner a hundred times on such occasions. I fifth year, with which I entered into the thought I never entirely understood
proworld at the age of seventeen,” To this position in any part of mathematics or na. habit, we may attribute the precision tural philosophy, till I was able in a solitary with which he is able to speak of his con
walk, obstipo capite atque exporrecto labello,
to draw the scheme in my head, and go duct, in all the transactions in which he through every step of the demonstration was engaged, in that interval. His fa- without book or pen and paper. I found ther was, for nearly forty years, head- this was a very difficult task, especially in master of Heversham school, in the some of the perplexed schemes, and long county of Westmoreland. He died in demonstrations of the Twelfth Book of Eu1753. The subject of this memoir was clid, and in L’Hespital's Conic Sections, and born in 1737. He received his elemen- in Newton's Principia. My walks for this tary education in Heversham school, purpose were so frequent, that my tutor, not though, before his birth, his father had knowing what I was about, once reproached
me for being a lounger. I never gave up a resigned the charge of it. In 1754, he difficult point in a demonstration till I had was admitted a sizer of Trinity College, made it out proprio Marte; I have been Cambridge. On the 2d of May, 1757, stopped at a single step for three days. This he offered himself for a scholarship, a perseverance in accomplishing whatever I year before the usual time of the sizérs' undertook, was, during the whole of my sitting, and succeeded.
active life, a striking feature in my charac-
Mr. Watson was afterwards moderator
" The first year I was moderator, Mr. Paley
some ethical and some political principles in age of thirty-three; leaving a considerable his philosophy which‘l by no means apdebt, all of which I paid immediately, prove,) and Mr. Frere, a gentleman of Northough it took almost may all to do it.”
folk, were examined together. A report of the course of his collegiate life, he would give him a thousand pounds, if he
prevailed, that Mr. Frere's grandfather says
were senior wrangler: the other moderator “ Whilst I was an under graduate, I kept agreed with me in thinking, that Mr. Paley a great deal of what is called the best com- was his superior, and we made him senior pany--that is of idle fellow-commoners, wrangler. Mr. Frere, much to his honoui,
on an imputation of partiality being thrown had taken place between my friend Mr. Lu-
and unhappy, and I flew to give him, if
possible, some consolation. I set off from
speak a word of French; I had no servant
nor any money; I presently borrowed fifty
I did not stay above twelve hours in Paris,
but immediately returned to England, and,
after a variety of accidents and great fatigue,
, however, a subject of great difficul- quashed all the injurious reports which, from
his hasty manner of leaving the country,scan-
serving woman) had been over-persuaded
to marry him,-had she loved him as he
ing interested marriages; when they become
a nation's ruin."
On the 19th of November, 1764, Mr.
he was utterly ignorant. He sent, how-
buried himself for a while in his labora-
" There was no stipend annexed to the
sign of recommending chemistry to the at:
tention of the youth of the University and of « On the 12th of February, 1764, I receive the country, I thought myself justified in ed a letter informing me that a separation applying to the minister for a stipend from