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minces out fine words with nothing in them. Sober. The man who lulls you fast asleep. Elegant.-The man who employs all his brains upon dressing words, without ever aiming at the heart. Conceited. He who vainly aims at everything, and says nothing. Welsh Manner.-A man that bawls out very good things till he can bawl no longer. * *Dogmatic. A man who goes by his own brains, right or wrong. Peevish.-One who picks into everybody's thoughts, and thinks no one right but himself. Fanciful.-One who, instead of being led by wisdom, runs after a thousand visionary whimsies and conceits. Self-Important.— Thinks nobody like himself. Noisy.-A loud roar and nothing in it. He once said of a man who knew the truth, and seemed afraid to preach it in its fullness, "He preaches the Gospel as the donkey mumbles the thistle, very cautiously."

Thus much for the illustration of our subject, which is susceptible of much greater extension. If eccentricity be occasionally a concomitant of genius, it is quite worth while to tolerate it if even allied to the clerical profession; provided it is restricted within proper limits, and is rendered subservient to the interests of truth. If, however, we could have the genius without the eccentricity, it would be more desirable; because of all places in the wide world, the sanctuary is the most sacred, and those who minister at the altar, should be the most solemn and sincere.

Yet as Pascal observes, it should not be imagined that the life of a good Christian must necessarily be a life of melancholy and gloominess, for he only resigns some pleasures to enjoy others infinitely greater.

An old writer asks-" Who are the most godlike of men ?” The question might be a puzzling one, unless our language answered it for us-the godliest.

"Religion," said Webster, "is the tie that connects man with his Maker, and holds him to his throne. A man with no sense of religious duty is he whom the Scriptures describe in

such terse but terrific language, as living 'without God in the world.'"

The words of Milton may be applied to the possession of that "peace which passeth all understanding," the consciousness of a coming blissful immortality-

"One sip of this

Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight

Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste."

The reader is already familiar with the names of those theological magnates, Luther, Melanchthon, Calvin, Bullinger, Bucer, Latimer, and Ridley, and a score of others, including Jeremy Taylor, Bates, Isaac Barrow, &c., but he may not be so well acquainted with that of Edward Irving; we therefore annex the following high tribute to his genius and worth from a critic no less distinguished than Coleridge. He thus speaks of him. "I hold that Edward Irving possesses more of the spirit and purposes of the first Reformers; that he has more of the head and heart, the life, the unction, and the genial power of Martin Luther, than any man of this and the last century. I see in Edward Irving a minister of Christ, after the order of Paul."

Coleridge, referring to the theological literature of the seventeenth century, asserts it as his conviction "that in any half dozen sermons of Donne or Taylor, there are more thoughts, more facts and images, more incitements to inquiry and intellectual effort, than are presented to the congregations of the present day in as many churches or meetings, during twice as many months. The very length of the discourses, with which these rich souls of wit and knowledge fixed the eyes, ears, and hearts of their crowded congregations, are a source of wonder now-a-days, and we may add, of self-congratulation, to many a sober Christian, who forgets with what delight he himself

has listened to a two-hours' harangue on a loan, or tax-bill, or a trial of some remarkable cause or culprit: the transfer of the interest makes and explains the whole difference. For although much may be fairly charged on the revolution in the mode of preaching, as well as in the matter, since the fresh morning and fervent noon of the Reformation, when there was no need to visit the conventicles of fanaticism, in order to,

"See God's ambassador in pulpit stand,

Where they could take notes from his look and hand;
And from his speaking action bear away

More sermon, than our preachers used to say."

The pulpit may be styled the palladium of the world's virtue-the conservator of its liberties, the panacea for its woes, and the prophecy of its future restoration and glory. Its prerogative is to exert a paramount power over the common heart. Its themes are sublime and momentous-the arcana of science are rendered tributary to its teachings, because the works illustrate the Will of the Supreme. This mission of the Gospel, it was that fired the zeal of that worthy of old, whose eloquent appeals "shook Areopagus, and reverberated through the Forum."

"The Christian priesthood, although the temptation incident to conventional elevation may have served to develope among them many of the subtler forms of evil latent in the undisciplined heart, is yet lustrous with many virtues. What sweetness has baptized the clerical function in the past! What fortitude, what self-denial, what patience, what labor in season and out of season, have been the heritage of the great mass of these men! What stores of learning have they accumulated; what splendid additions have they made to the best literature of every land: how they have enriched the sciences by their observation and studious inquiries; how they have kept the flame of patriotism aglow; how they have encouraged the generous

ambition of youth, and directed it to worthy and useful ends; how they have dignified the family altar, and cherished the purity of woman, and diffused through society the charm of honest and gentle manners; all these things must be cordially acknowledged by every one competent to speak on the question.""

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ORIGINALITY has been defined "unconscious or undetected imitation." "As for originality," wrote Byron, in his journal, "all pretensions to it are ridiculous; there is nothing new under the sun.'" Moore, once observing Byron with a book full of paper-marks, asked him what it was. "Only a book," he answered, "from which I am trying to crib; as I do whenever I can, and that's the way I get the character of an original poet." "Though, in imputing to himself premeditated plagiarism," observes his biographer, "he was, of course, but jesting; it was, I am inclined to think, his practice, when engaged in the composition of any work, to excite thus his vein, by the perusal of others on the same subject or plan, from which the slightest hint, caught by his imagination as he read, was sufficient to kindle there such a train of thought as, but for that spark, had never been awakened, and of which he himself soon forgot the source."

Emerson says an author is original in proportion to the amount he steals from Plato; and to those who are not much