The principal design of this epistle seems to have been to uphold the authority of Timothy-which many of the Ephesians had so far questioned as to have set up others as their bishops and ministers in opposition to him—and also to give him instructions concerning the management of the Church at Ephesus. In the second epistle which S. Paul wrote during his second imprisonment in Rome, and when he had the prospect of an immediate and cruel death, he exhorts his son Timothy, whom he had in affectionate remembrance, to continue stedfast in the true faith; to be constant and diligent in the discharge of his ministerial duty; to avoid foolish and unlearned questions; and to practise and inculcate the great duties of the Gospel; concluding these, the last words he addressed to the Church of Christ, with messages of love and warning to his disciples and friends, of whom it was his painful lot to record that in his hour of trial and adversity, they had all forsaken him. This was when times of trouble had come upon the Churches, and a fierce persecution had broken out against the Christians (under the Emperor Nero), in which many had been killed; many had fled; and of the rest many were afraid to be known as Christians. It is to these that the Apostle refers; that at his trial the Christians of Rome did not venture publicly to stand by him. "At my first answer no man stood with me, but all men forsook me: I pray God it may not be laid to their charge." (2 Tim. iv. 16.) But the better to enter into the feelings of the Apostle in writing this epistle, imagine a pious father, under sentence of death for his piety and benevolence to mankind, writing to a dutiful and affectionate son, that he might see and embrace him again before he left the world; particularly that he might leave with him his dying commands, and charge him to live and suffer as he had done; and you will have the frame of the Apostle's mind during the writing of the whole epistle.

M.

HYMNS FOR THE DAY OF ST. JOHN THE

EVANGELIST.

BEFORE THE LATIN GATE.

I.

"Urbem Romuleam quis furor incitat?

Christi discipulus, Cæsare judice,
Damnatur rapitur: nil venerabilis
Frontis canities movet."

ROME, MIGHTY ROME! why, why dost thou
O'erflow with furious tumult now?

Cæsar hath bidden; his anger is high!
And they hurry away an Apostle to die!
As to a triumph he treads the way,

And his brow is unwrinkled on that dark day.

They are come! Lo, the torturers skill is tried!
In oil boiling up like the roaming tide

The saint is immersed, but it hurteth him not;
On his body the fire doth leave no spot,

But it spareth its victim, and sends him away
Stronger than ever afore that day.
Driven to an island barren and bare,
Lonely he serveth his MASTER there :
Here unto him revelation is made

Of secrets ordained ere the world was laid :
Here he doth write what the angel relates,
And the whole unto men in a myst❜ry relates.

So may CHRIST love us, and teach us to bear,
And teach us to die, that his death we may share;
That bitter death which he died on the cross,
The death which he suffered to make up our loss:
Heaven doth HE ope on no other conditions,
For this then, ye people, lift up your petitions.

Unto THE FATHER and Son alway

Be honor; and praise to to THE SPIRIT for aye —
THAT HOLY SPIRIT, WHICH from EITHER proceeds,
And the souls of the blessed all-plenteously feeds;
This is true faith-that we never should shrink
When He doth offer His goodness to drink.

"Jussu tyranni pro Fide

Pulsus, Johannes, exulas:
Fertur volatur libero

Mens celsa supra sidera."

IN THE LORD, S. John believeth;
The tyrant bids-his home he leaveth;
But his soul beyond the skies

Into heaven doth arise.

There THE LORD that died revealed

Things, till then from mortals sealed,
HE WHO sinning men redeemed,

And (death o'ercome,) with glory beamed.

Secrets profound the prophet sees—
Of CHRIST'S KINGDOM mysteries:

In his prophecy we read

THE MARTYR'S BLOOD-THE CHURCH'S SEED!

Praise THE FATHER; praise THE SON,

WHO o'er death the victory won,

And doth draw us unto heaven :

Praise to THE HOLY Ghost be given!

The beloved disciple, St. John, Evangelist and Apostle, who laid his head on JESUS' breast at supper, and alone ven

tured to ask who should betray his LORD; after having witnessed to the truth in Asia and the regions as far as Parthia, returned to Ephesus, and there fixed his abode. From thence he was fetched by the command of the persecuting Emperor Domitian, and brought to Rome. At Rome he was plunged into a cauldron of boiling oil, from which he received no injury afterwards he was banished to the isle of Patmos, when (A.D. 96) he wrote the Book of Revelations.

In the year after CHRIST, 97, he wrote his gospel in order to refute the heresy of Cerinthus and Ebion who denied the divinity of our LORD. He also wrote three Epistles. He died at Ephesus, in the ninety-fourth year of his age.

"JESUS saith unto him, "If I will that ye tarry till I come, what is that to thee."-S. John xxi. 22.

F. C. H.

LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF A BROTHER
Farewell, dear brother, thou art gone before
To taste the joys of yonder blissful shore;
To know thy God and see Him face to face,
And meet thy sisters in that heavenly place.
No more the tears shall dim thy little eye,
No more thy bosom heave the bitter sigh.
Thou ne'er again will want thy mother's care;
For nought but peace and happiness is there.
No more thy footsteps, echoing around,
Will glad thy mother with the welcome sound.
Thy brother, too, will miss thee, dearest boy;
But he would not recal thee from thy joy.
Thy sisters, too, did love thee best of all
Their ties here on earth, and at thy call

Would fly; but now they have lost their love :
Thou art gone, dear brother, to the realms above.
C. W. S.

RURAL WALKS IN CORNWALL.

No. VIII.

1. S. IVES AND LELANT.

A SITUATION more romantic than that of S. Ives can scarcely be imagined. The view from the hill at its entrance is incomparably beautiful. The broad bay, the distant hills, the picturesque gull rock, and the little town, with its lofty church tower, present themselves at once to the traveller's eye. The town is built upon a narrow peninsula jutting far out into the

sea.

The walk from Hayle to S. Ives, though the lands are in many places barren and uncultivated, is very interesting. ON THE road not far from Hayle is Lelant; the old church dedicated to S. Uny, stands to the east of the village, among the sand hills. It is a very neat country church, and the east windows have recently been enriched with some rich stained glass. There is a very ancient romanesque pillar, arch, and respond, at the west end. About midway between Lelant and S. Ives there is a beautiful vale called Carbus Valley, When viewed from the road it presents a singularly picturesque appearance. A little before we reach S. Ives we pass on the left Tregenna Castle, the seat of L. Stephens, Esq., a handsome mansion with beautiful grounds. It is just beyond this that the beautiful view of the town beneath breaks on our view. The principal object of interest in it is the church, a fine old structure, but much mutilated. The tower is of com siderable height and ornamented with handsome pinnacles. It is of the third-poisted style. The curved max benches within the church remain is a very perfect stats, md are very beautiful. One, which was probably presented by a blacksmith, represents his tonis un der fouer aux cezarpat urches, t wife under a fh There is a very dogunt font of early exte and of exquisite proportions. Os the outeste is a very cobora cross of stone, wie has been reven by ang up in the civrou