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Consider a corpse. Had you the compass of a thousand voices in one, you could not make the brain of that dead man recognize that image on the retina of his eye. No; nor by a similar voice call forth a saving recognition of a single truth, impressed upon the understanding of a sinner spiritually dead. But a single voice could do it, if accompanied by "the still small voice" of the Spirit of truth.

Instance that solitary voice of the prophet Jonah upon the walls of Nineveh. It fell upon their ears "like a blast from the trump of God. It pealed through the streets of Nineveh till all her palaces trembled," till the capital of the mightiest nation of the East was humbled into tears and cries of repentance! Why this effect? The stranger was unarmed, his voice, in itself, had nothing remarkable in its compass or volume of sound, that we read of. There was no visible army outside those walls, to give emphasis to his summoning voice, as to that of some great general. Why did they not suspect his sanity, or suspect him for some wild, adventuring fanatic, coming with such unheard of and unlikely intelligence,—“Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown"? Why did they not arrest him? why not confine him in a mad-house, if they had one, or in a prison? Why did the people fall a weeping, and repenting, and fasting, one and all, from the king on his throne down to the humblest citizen? Nobody meddled with Jonah, except the devil; his voice still reverberating the dreadful words, "Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown." Ah! that voice was not alone! The Spirit of God accompanied it to every conscience, and a whole city of more than six-score thousand persons, hitherto dead in sin, awoke into agonizing life, and cried to Jonah's God for mercy! Thus the prediction of the city's overthrow overthrew the

prediction; the death-sentence from the walls brought life to the city, and Nineveh stood in its glory after the forty days had expired. Truth owes its power to "the Spirit of truth," John 16: 15; as the bullet to the powder that impels it, as the sword to the arm that wields, as the seal to the hand that presses it.

Hear me, all of you! I care not though heaven and earth and hell heard it, for it is my steadfast faith; the arrows of truth, "though barbed and winged by an angel's hand,” would fail to stick fast in a sinner's conscience without the power of the Spirit. The sharpest artillery of the Gospel would be no more than as the chirping of the grasshopper, in his absence. This is my faith,- before every sermon, and during its delivery, and after. To him I give the all GLORY continually for any good done. This is the understanding between him and my soul, be the conversions few or many, or much or little liberty, or popularity small or great. In doing so, he blesses my labors, and keeps the life of God alive in my soul. This is my apology. These are my principles; by them I stand, without wavering. The preacher has life and light within - not self-originated, but derived, as the stream from the fountain, as the light from the sun, as the moon shines by the sun, my life, my light come from Jesus, created and sustained in my soul by the power of the Holy Ghost.

It was said of that great sculptor, Michael Angelo, that every touch of his chisel was life, and that he struck out features and forms from the marble with the power of a creator. Ay, but he left them still in marble lifelessness. Not so a God-sent preacher. He enters the devil's quarry; hews out sinners there as dead to God as those marble blocks to the chisel of the great artist. It would be a shame if the chisel of such a preacher is less productive of saintly form and feature; but a greater shame, should


he leave them, like Angelo, in the coldness of death. saintly imitations from the Gospel chisel would soon perish like the frost-work we observed the other morning, under the breath of temptation, or the sunshine of worldly prosperity; whereas Angelo's chisel conferred a sort of earthly immortality, at least, upon its productions. But, sirs, what do you see? Look around upon these hundreds, thousands! Here are scores and hundreds, who, a few weeks since, were dead to divine influence as that Italian's marbles, dead to God as the body of Lazarus when four days in the tomb, where Jesus found him,-alas! not four days spiritually dead, but years-twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, ay, seventy years, in that state. But, " Lazarus, come forth!" They have come forth out of their spiritual tombs at the call of the same voice, bound hand and foot, in their carnal grave-clothes. Satan thought he had bound them securely enough, and only waited permission to carry them off to hell. But they have had a resurrection, miraculous as the raising of Lazarus. Scores of these men and women of God have aided in loosing and letting them go, to run the race for the heavenly prize; and most of them have started with a shout, which the angels of God respond to in heaven.- Luke 15: 10.

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Their life, like ours, is derived from above. It was the Holy Ghost that awakened them; he it was that animated the chisel, that put upon them the forms and the features. of the children of God; and life immortal still animates these new creatures in Christ Jesus. Old things have passed away from them, indeed, and all things have become. 2 Cor. 5: 17. And now, glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost! as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end! Amen! and amen!




WE shall now resume our selections from those portions of Mr. C.'s journal which relate to the Huddersfield revival.

Jan. 1, 1845. Adieu, 1844! A happy and successful year hast thou been to me - the most so in all ministemy rial life! Hail, 1845! a new friend, but an untried one, has taken me by the hand. Through what scenes of joy or sorrow is it to lead? To what is it to introduce me? "There is a time to be born, and a time to die," says Solomon. What! and not a word about the time between? No; it seemed so short, I suppose, he needs make no account of it; as if, taken in itself, it was not worth mentioning, but just puts the cradle on the grave's brink. O, my soul, be watchful and active! Death is on the swift march to meet thee; and, though he cannot kill thee, he may unhouse thee suddenly, which he will do sooner or later. May he find thee as now, only holier, and filled with love! Let thy religion be experimental, practical, doctrinal. And thy preaching, let it be the same, that thou mayest save thyself and them that hear thee. Remember Rowland Hill's sentiment, that a merely doctrinal religion leads to Antinomianism; if only experimental, to enthusiasm; and if practical only, to pharisaism; but the three combined


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make the real and scriptural Christian. Just so! This trinity in personal religion is of high importance, next to the doctrine of a trinity in theology. How things run in trinities! Matter, light and heat, one sun; hail, rain and snow, water; body, soul and spirit, one man; Father, Son and Holy Ghost, one God; rejoice evermore, pray without ceasing, and in everything give thanks, entire sanctification, at least, a blessed evidence of it; a doctrinal, experimental and practical religion, one Christian. O, my soul, never detach thyself from these!

My mind is solemn. The new year has me by one hand, so to speak, and Providence holds me by the other. If the latter remain my Friend, the other cannot be my enemy. At peace with the Master, at peace with the servant. Amen! so be it, and so it is!

Held our watch-night at Buxton-road Chapel. Text, "Awake, thou that sleepest," &c. - Eph. 5: 14. Thirteen souls were converted. Glory be to God! some born of the Spirit at the close of the old year, and others in the beginning of the new. Interesting scenes to Heaven, if there be still joy there over a sinner repenting. - Luke 15: 10. That settles it! Good news for the skies! Hallelujah to God and the Lamb for ever and ever! Amen!

Afternoon of New Year's Day. -Out for a walk; medications retrospective, remembering all the way the Lord my God has led me in the wilderness, to humble me, and to prove me, to know what was in my heart, whether I would keep his commandments or no. - Deut. 8: 2. Had much cause for humiliation, indeed; and much, also, for thanksgiving and gladness of heart. At times sombre,-the pilgrim habit would return upon me; the looking up, and forward, and upward, and inward, with sighings of soul, and

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