must be that one God; and no other God can be found to receive the Atonement. If he was God who made the Atonement, and he was God who received it, as there is but one God, it will follow that the same being both made and received it, i. e. that he made atonement to himself for the sins of his own crea

tures. May it not be said, according to the popular notions, that he laid the sins of men upon himself, inflicted on himself the punishment due to them, appeased his wrath, satisfied his own justice, and paid a price to himself for the blessings

of salvation?-P. 54.

"Besides, if the Father and the Son be perfectly equal, their justice and mercy must be equal; and how is it that the justice of the Father both requires and receives satisfaction, while no provision is made for satisfying the justice of the Son, nor a word is said about its requiring any such satisfaction? How is it that there is no wrath in the Son to appease, that he requires no price for salvation, but mercy and forgiveness flow freely from him; while the wrath of the Father needs appeasing, a price must be paid him for pardon and salvation? It would seem, according to the reputed orthodox scheme, so far from the Father and Son being per

fectly equal, the justice of the former is far more stern and rigorous than that of the latter, and the mercy and favour of the latter far more generous and free than the mercy and favour of the former.-Pp. 55, 56.

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My Mother! let me call thee by that name,

That tender epithet thou well may'st claim,

My comforter when in adversity,
My counsellor, my guide, or if there be
A name than parent dearer, it is thine,
In whom the worth of each at once
combine.

How oft with silent pleasure have I gaz'd On her blue eye to heaven unconscious rais'd,

Caught Wisdom's honey'd accents from her tongue,

And on her words with filial rapture hung!

Whate'er the theme, 'twas with instruc

tion fraught;

From her abundant stores with ease she brought

Treasures of knowledge, and diffused around

Some portion of the peace herself had found.

But chief she lov'd, from youth to hoary

age,

To search with rev'rence due the sacred page;

From thence her highest, sweetest joys were drawn ;

Her path with still increasing splendour shone;

Her lamp was ever burning, and her

care

Was daily for her summons to prepare. Though Time had shorn her wonted strength, and shed

Its venerable honours on her head, Whate'er her pious mind as duty view'd, With unabated vigour she pursu'd. Though wing'd with health and peace the ev'ning fled,

The morning saw her number'd with the dead;

And that blest day to her so much endear'd,

A day of gloom and darkness then appear'd.

No more, alas! that voice so lov'd I hear,

Or view that form to me supremely dear, Or feel the pressure of that friendly hand, Or list to schemes Benevolence had

plann'd,

Or mark with joy no language can im→ part

The smile which spoke a volume to my

heart

All, all are gone, but deeply in my breast Shall their remembrance ever be imprest.

As o'er the verdant lawn I stray,

Tinhale the cheering breath of morn; While health and peace their charms dis play,

And Ceres fills her bounteous horn;
Thee, faithful Trim, will I address,
Of leisure hours companion true :
And while thy merits I confess,

To thee my kindness I'll renew.
What tho' my larder be not stor❜d,

With choicest game, by lux'ry priz'd ; I'll envy not the sumptuous board,

Where pain and sorrow lie disguis'd. Tho' pleasure's vitiated taste,

Thy humble, honest worth disdain ;
Oppression never steel'd thy breast,

To others ne'er didst thou give pain.
The whirring partridge to ensnare,
By base dissimulation's art;
To chase the feeble, timid hare,

(Poor triumph of a generous heart!) These are not thine,-nor dost thou

know

The lazy joys the lap-dog shares; Caress'd by every belle and beau,

Devoid of liberty and cares.
Thou art not doom'd to galling chains,
Or kennel's cold and cheerless gloom,

Where moping slavery complains,
At night alone allow'd to roam.

When she her sable curtains draws, And slumbers lock the peaceful soul, The ruffian skulks without remorse

In vain, if thou his plots controul. And in the morning pleas'd to hear Thy master's step, by custom known; Transported dost thou then appear,

And nature calls thy joys her own. Then bounding in thy playful mood, In wanton sportings seem'st to try On my reflections to intrude,

Or catch the wandering of mine eye. To chase the birds in harmless speed, To swim the silent stream along, With pond'rous stone to sweep the mead, These are thy sports-and shall be sung.

Or if, to enjoy the smiling scene,

I seat myself upon a stile,
Squat at my feet thou soon art seen,

And patient waitest all the while.
From helpless days I've seen thee rise,
And ne'er abus'd thy confidence;
Beshrew the cruel heart that joys

Unfeeling rigour to dispense!
In that firm pledge, that well repays
Each mutual duty-we will join;
Fidelity shall be thy praise,

And mild protection shall be mine.
And when with age thou art oppress'd
And active sprightliness is o'er,
I'll prize thy merit once possess'd,

And tenderly thy loss deplore.
While meditation thus employ'd,

Sees all thy powers to nature true; Deep in my breast may she abide, Serene her joys, but ever new! JAMES LUCKCOCK.

PAESTUM.

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NEWDIGATE PRIZE POEM.

By the Hon. G. W. F. HOWARD, of Christ Church, Oxford.

'Mid the deep silence of the pathless wild, Where kindlier nature once profusely

smil'd,

Th' eternal temples stand; untold their age,

Untrac'd their annals in historic page; All that around them stood, now far

away,

Single in ruin, mighty in decay; Between the mountains and the azure

main,

They claim the empire of the lonely plain, In solemn beauty, through the clear blue

light,

The Doric columns rear their massive

height,:

Emblems of strength untam'd; yet conquering Time

Has mellow'd half the sternness of their prime,

And bade the lichen, 'mid their ruins grown,

Imbrown with darker tints the vivid

stone.

Each channel'd pillar of the fane appears Unspoil'd, yet soften'd by consuming years;

So calmly awful, so serenely fair,

The gazer's heart still mutely worships there.

Not always thus, when beam'd beneath the day

No fairer scene than Pæstum's lovely bay;

Such, ere the world had bow'd at Cæsar's throne,

Ere yet proud Rome's all-conqu❜ring name was known,

They stood,-and fleeting centuries in vain

Have pour'd their fury o'er the enduring fane;

Such long shall stand-proud relics of a clime,

Where man was glorious and his works sublime,

While in the progress of their long decay, Thrones sink to dust, and nations pass away.

hue,

And twice each year her storied roses

blew;

While bards her blooming honours lov'd

to sing,

And Tuscan zephyrs fann'd th' eternal spring.

Proud in the port the Tyrian moor'd his fleet,

And wealth and commerce fill'd the peopled street;

While here the rescu'd mariner ador'd The sea's dread sovereign, Posidonia's lord,

With votive tablets deck'd yon hallow'd walls,

Or su'd for Justice in her crowded halls. There stood on high the white-rob'd Flamen-there

The opening portal pour'd the choral prayer;

While to the o'er-arching heaven swell'd full the sound,

And incense blaz'd, and myriads knelt around.

"Tis past, the echoes of the plain are mute,

E'en to the herdsman's call, or shepherd's

flute;

The toils of art, the charms of nature fail,

And death triumphant rides the tainted gale.

From the lone spot the trembling pea

sants haste,

A wild the garden, and the town a waste. But they are still the same; alike they

mock

The invader's menace and the tempest's shock;

* The temples.

WIFE.

Whose fate with mine Jehovah blends,
Best of wives and best of friends,
The thanks to love and friendship due.
Again I greet thee, and renew
Years thirty-one, with rapid flight,
Like arrows tipt with silver light,

Have o'er us gleam'd, and past away;
Since first with heartfelt joy I saw
The murky clouds of night withdraw,
And hail'd my bridal day.

Still as our days and years have flown,
How many mercies have we known!
How light the ills we've had to bear!
Of good how large and rich a share!

Now Time, indeed, has brush'd away
Our summer flowers: a wintry day
Is creeping on, and weary age,
Treads on the verge of life's last stage.

Through this last stage, as yet untrod,
Like all the past, our father God

His pow'rful aid will lend;
If we, with resignation meek,
And humble faith, his mercy seek,
And on his grace depend.

O let us then, devoid of care,
To Him, without reserve or fear,

Trust all our future days:
Assur'd of this, that he will best
Appoint the time and place of rest,
And fit us for his praise.

July 6, 1821.

E. B.