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tality, and this corruptible shall put on incorruption." And when we inquire the way to this perpetual blessedness, he declares, “ He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and he that liveth and beiieveth in me, shall never die.” But how will believing in him bring us into possession of the requisite qualities for eternal life? He who believes in him in his soul accepts him as his Saviour from sin and death, by trusting in his atonement for the pardon of all sin, and in his righteousness for acceptance with God, will follow, obey, and love him; will imbibe his spirit, and imitate his works; will thus be changed, till his heart, mind and life may be described by such terms as these : “ love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance." Now, it is written, that “ against such there is no law"-no law moral or natural, in life or death, in time or eternity. Against eloquence, as a source of permanent glory, is this law, "tongues shall cease;" against learning, is this law,
knowledge shall vanish away;" against wealth, rank, applause, is this law, “all these things perish ;" against power, is this
“dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return;" but against the graces which form the image of God there is no law. In the whole of the divine government there is not one movement tending to extinguish these. The soul wherein they have been created can look into the prolific depths of eternity, and calmly bid them unfold all they now conceal, for, come what may, nothing will harm the image of the holy King. “ Against such there is no law." Wealth, political office, titles, military eclat, knowledge of tongues, are manifestly fitted only for this short existence; having no adaptation to anything beyond it; no trait of what is indestructible or universal. To await the descending avalanche of years without apprehension, you must feel that your spirit has been quickened with a life which tends to a purer fellowship, and a nobler sphere, than the earth can offer.
In the case of Wellington, that part of his honour which will longest preserve its lustre, is not that he fought with the chief warriors of his age, and defeated them all, but that he fought for peace, won peace, and the peace which he procured lasted all his day. He found the Peninsula a prey to war, he left it peace. Again, he found all Europe heaving with throes of war, he left it peace. Other heroes have brought war where peace was reigning, he brought peace where war was reigning. Wellington has this honour among soldiers, that while proving himself mightier for war than any man with whom he measured himself, he was consistently the soldier of peace. True, he was the general who never lost a battle, but he
was also the general who said that “ the greatest calamity which can befal a country, next to a great defeat, is a great victory;" and that saying will adorn his memory, and bear good fruit to the nations, when the trace of his battles has disappeared from everything but books. Now that he is gone in peace to his grave, oh, that the sword could be buried with him!
“ Had glory been my object,” was the sage word of Wellington, “the means was to do my duty." And never has human life left to men a more steadfast, orderly, and unfailing example of devotedness to duty, in all the walks of public service which he ever entered. Each one may, with much advantage, set his example before him, and endeavour to bring his own powers up to their proportional point of efficiency. Those, especially, who have at heart great services for the kingdom of Christ, may here profitably study how to bring their energies fully into work, how to plan, to combat circumstances, and to persevere. With respect to the inmost life of this great man it is not our province to speak. We would rather urge upon each reader of this paper the importance of attending to the words of Him who, knowing “what was in man,” declared, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God,” John iii. 3.
The 18th of June will come again; but this time the survivors of Waterloo will rather mourn than triumph. Never, never again will the man who led them on, and who “sat as a king in the army,” sit at their head to commemorate the day of their pride. Year by year they have been touched to find that some comrades could no more be greeted but in their memory. And now, their chief, the man in whom they daily gloried, is become a memory-a brilliant, fruitful, potent memory, it is true, yet only a memory, no longer a man.
Heroes! we honour your tears. We know that, till your eyes are closed, you will never look upon his like again. Then, turn those eyes upward, toward “an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away.” Bury the ambitions and the cares of this world in the grave of
honoured age to seeking a glory which will abide, when that which you won in youth has been wrung from
your hold by the enemy to whom you must at last surrender. May the Captain of our salvation, who was “made perfect through suffering," lead you, through daily victories over sin, to glory everlasting ! “ Neither is there salvation in any other : for there is none other name under heaven (but Jesus Christ) given among men, whereby we must be saved,” Acts iv. 12. London: J. & W. Rider, Printers, 14, Bartholomew Close.
We are all travelling rapidly to the eternal world, and ever and anon are reaching the end of another stage in our journey. As fellow-travellers, therefore, to the same boundless region, let us pause for a little (as wayfaring men are often invited to do at the end of a stage), and affectionately converse about our journey-our hopes and fears, and especially about the GREAT TERMINUS.
The writer of this little tract hastened, some time ago, accompanied by a friend, to a railway station, to proceed to Manchester. The train had not arrived, though expected in a few minutes. But perceiving amongst the crowd of travellers several young men (nearly related to his friend, who had come there from curiosity, and for whose spiritual welfare he earnestly longed), it was suggested that the interval could not be better filled up than by striving to draw their attention to the things of eternity. He accordingly proceeded to converse with them, while his friend stood apart, doubtless to implore silently the enriching blessing of God. The time to effect any good impression was short,-comparatively but a moment,—and yet, what vast interests to one immortal soul, at least, were suspended in that moment !
The young men appeared pleased to be addressed, and responded freely to the remark (while pointing to the railway),
we are all rapid travellers to the eternal world." The question was then earnestly presented, “Do you know whither you are travelling?—to heaven or to hell ?”
“ I don't know," was the ready answer of one of the young men. “ What, not know! Look at that beautiful railway. How very rapidly people travel on it! It is the wonder of the age. you will allow we are travelling far more rapidly to eternity. Again, don't
often see in one train first, second, and thirdclass carriages? and yet all ranks and ages in them are travel. ling with equal speed. So, high and low, rich and poor, young and old, are advancing to the bourne from which no traveller
ever returned, with the same rapidity; the man who is eagerly grasping after riches, honours, or the momentary pleasures of sense, is advancing as quickly to the eternal world as the saint who is longing to depart and be with Christ, which is far better. Now (continued the writer, especially addressing the young man who answered him), suppose, when the train arrives, which is just expected, you saw in one carriage an acquaintance, who told you that he had been travelling all day, what would you think if, upon your inquiry, Whither, then, are you travelling?' he replied, 'I don't know'? Would you not almost be ready to doubt his sanity?” “I would,” faintly responded the same youth. “And surely, then it was added), You are worse, more foolish still ; for you have acknowledged that you have been travelling all your lifetime to eternity, far more rapidly than at railway speed,--and yet you say, you know not whither you are going, to heaven or to hell. My dear
young friends, think, oh, think of your folly ere it be too
for when once"Just at that moment, ere the sentence was finished, the engine whistle was heard ; the carriages suddenly appeared-speedily came up—the writer stepped in, and away went the train. But an arrow had been lodged by the Spirit of God in that youth's heart. He retired slowly home, inwardly exclaiming, “What a fool am I; travelling to eternity every day, and not knowing whither I am going !" He could not sleep that night. Next day, he went to the friend who accompanied the writer to the railway station, to present the anxious question, “ What must I do to be saved?" Eagerly was he directed to the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sin of the world. He was assured of God's boundless love to the world, and his infinite willingness to receive and pardon every sinner, however guilty, through the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ, as soon as he turned from his evil ways to God, exclaiming from his heart, “I will arise and
Father." Ere the writer returned to his ministerial duties in that neighbourhood, the awakened youth had found peace with God, through the blood of the cross, having, through grace, believed the glad tidings that God was waiting to be gracious to the chief of sinners ; and that whosoever cometh unto Jesus he will in nowise-on no account-cast out. And no sooner did he receive the peace of God, than he was enabled, by faith, to see in the distance the GLORIOUS TERMINUS of all God's children. Years since then have passed away, but the last time the writer heard of him, he was, like the Ethiopian eunuch, travelling “ on his way, rejoicing," looking forward to