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their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks, was desirous of repressing these unfounded hopes, and disabusing the minds of men of their misconceptions and fallacies. It formed no part of his design, to foment tumult and discord in the government; and whenever therefore, he found that the public recital of his miracles might induce the populace to imagine that their destined deliverer had arrived, and excite them to rebel against their governors, he charged the witnesses of the deed, that they should not make it known. This was clearly the case in the present instance. The glorious splendour, with which he was surrounded on the mount, would have been precisely the miracle best calculated to give rise to the disorders he was so anxious to avoid ; his command therefore to the three disciples, was more particular, than that ordinarily given upon similar occasions. They were enjoined to tell the vision to no man, until the son of man was risen again from the dead.

Having thus endeavoured to explain the probable cause of this remarkable event, and the motives by which our Saviour was likely to have been influenced, in prohibiting the promulgation of it to the world; let us for a few moments, attend particularly to the words of St. Peter as

quoted above, and endeavour with God's blessing to turn them to our own comfort and edification. And what then was the spectacle, which drew from the desponding disciple, this rapturous exclamation, “ Lord, it is good for us to be here?” Was his eye delighted with the fertile plains of Judah, her fair streams and green pastures? Did this mountain view of earth's magnificence and fertility, inspire him with an ardent wish to make his dwelling in a spot from which he might ever be gladdened with the prospect of her abundance? Far other and holier thoughts, arose in his soul. He had been admitted to a momentary contemplation of the glories of heaven, and the radiance which surrounds the throne of God. He had seen the spirits of the just, in that state of happiness and peace, which can alone be found in those eternal mansions which lie beyond the grave. He had beheld those who once dwelt upon earth, and who had drunk deeply of the cup of human sorrows and afflictions, released from every mortal care, and free from the sins and frailties which darkened their pilgrimage below. It is no wonder then, that a spectacle so consolatory and so glorious, and offered too to his view at a time, when the language of his blessed Master had led him to anticipate nothing but calamities and privations, should have dazzled his senses and almost bewildered his imagination. “He wist not what to say.” The first impression on his mind was, in all probability, that the long looked-for reign of the Messiah was now about to commence, that the Lion of Judah had come to his destined sceptre, and that the hour of deliverance was at hand. But the fallacy of these expectations, does not at all weaken the powerful effect of the extraordinary vision by which they had been excited. No greater proof indeed can be afforded of the splendour of this celestial revelation, than the emphatic words of St. Peter, “Lord, it is good for us to be here!” The very thoughts of earth seem to have vanished from the apostle's mind; he appears to have forgotten that he was still subject to mortal infirmities and sorrows, that the land of his present sojourning was still a waste howling wilderness.

See then the mighty influence, which even a glimpse of heavenly happiness can exercise upon the soul. Consider the conduct of this apostle. His blessed Lord had, but a very short period before, been predicting events of a painful and appalling nature. He had announced his own approaching death, he had more than intimated a succession of calamities to those he should leave behind. Yet, notwithstanding these disheartening forebodings; notwithstanding the conviction, that this earth was to prove but a scene of persecution and anguish; St. Peter wished to linger on its surface, to build there his tabernacle of rest, when it seemed touched by the cloud of God's pavilion, and hallowed by the presence of the spirits of the jast. Do not your hearts throb with the same emotions which filled his soul with rapture? Do ye never, in the day of tribulation and distress, raise your thoughts to those mansions of eternal rest, where the tears shall be wiped from all faces, and where alone true joys are to be found? Even to those who are prosperous in their goings, who have wealth and luxury at command, there are hours of sorrow and anguish, which the world knows not of, when riches no longer charm and pleasures cease to please. When these clouds of wretchedness darken


the soul, where shall the weary spirit turn for relief and rest; where but to God's sure and never failing mercies? Where can it hope to shake off the burden of its woes, but in that bright and blessed land, where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest? But there are many amongst us, who are strangers to the advantages which fortune brings, whose share in this world's goods is small, and who are subject to all the evils and privations which attend the steps

Some such there


be before me now, and to them I would offer the example of St. Peter, as affording a higher and you trust in


holier consolation, than any they can find on earth. Are ye pressed by want and penury; are ye friendless and forsaken in the world; does the scorn of the proud fall upon you, or the eye of neg. lect look coldly when you pass? Let not your hearts be frightened, neither be ye dismayed. Your onward path may now seem shrouded in darkness; but it will lead you, ,

if God's mercies and the merits of


Redeemer's death, to a bright and glorious kingdom, to a mansion not made with hands, eternal in the hea

Bend but your thoughts to these abodes of rest and peace; make the attainment of them the object of your solicitude, the solace of your weary pilgrimage ; and the blessed and unfading hope will illumine the cell of misery, will fill the hungry soul with gladness, will bind the broken heart. It is not here, my brethren, we must look for happiness ; it is not upon earth we must raise the foundation of our dwelling, if we desire peace within its walls, and plenteousness within its gates. It is not in this passing scene of chance and change, that we can wish to make our last abode; for there is not a living man, who is perfectly satisfied with his condition, who desires no better lot, no fairer inheritance. It is in that land which lies beyond the grave, that happiness will be without alloy, and pleasure without end. It is there alone, that sorrow comes not, and misery

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