endeavoured to examine it with seriousness and candor, and feels satisfied that the general sentiments he has advanced, are according to godliness. He sincerely hopes that every one who may peruse these pages, may do it with the meek and unbiassed spirit of the gospel, and then judge whether war can be reconciled with the lamb-like example of Christ; whether it is really forgiving the trespasses of enemies, loving and doing them good, and returning good for evil; for if it is not, it is unquestionably inconsistent with the spirit, and the precepts of christianity.

All who earnestly desire, and look for, the millenial glory of the church, should consider that it can never arrive, until the spirit and practice of war are abolished, and mankind love each other as brethren. All who love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity, cannot but ardently desire that wars may cease to the ends of the earth, and that mankind should embrace each other as brethren. If so, is it not their duty to do all in their power to promote so benevolent an object? Ought not every individual christian to conduct in such a manner, that if every other person imitated his example, it would be best for the whole? If so, would they not immediately renounce every thing that leads to wars and fightings, and embrace every thing which would promote that glorious reign of righteousness and peace, for which they earnestly hope, long and pray?" The work of righteousness shall be peace, and the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance for ever."

HYMN.

GREAT Sun of glory, rise, and shine,
Dispel the gloom of night,

Let the foul spirits stretch their wings,
And fly before thy light.

Rebuke the nations, stop their rage,

Destroy the warrior's skill,

Hush all the tumults of the earth;
O speak! say, “ peace be still."

Break-break, the cruel warrior's sword, Asunder cut his bow,

Command him by thy sov'reign word

To let the captives go.

No more let heroes' glory sound,

No more their triumphs tell,

Bring all the pride of nations down,

Let war return to hell.

Then let thy blessed kingdom come,

With all its heav'nly train,

And pour thy peaceful spirit down,

Like gentle show'rs of rain.

Then shall the prowling beasts of prey,

Like lambs be meek and mild,

Vipers and asps, shall harmless twine, Around the weaned child.

The happy sons of Zion sit,
Secure beneath their vines,

Or shadow'd by their fig-tree's tops,
Shall drink their cheering wines.

The nations to thy sceptre bow
And own" thy gentle sway,"

Then all the wand'ring tribes of men
To thee, their tribute pay.

Angelic hosts, shall view the scene,

Delighted, spread their wings,

Down to the earth again they fly,
And strike their lofty strings.

The list'ning nations catch the sound,

And join the heav'nly choir,

To swell aloud the song of praise,

And vie with sacred fire.

"Glory to God on high," they sound,

In strains of angels mirth,

"Good will and peace," to men the sing,

Since heav'n is brought to earth.