1 ' WIS HAVE NOT FOLLOWED CUNNINGLY DEVISED FABLEI, WH3N WE MADS KNOWN UNTO YOU THE POWER AND COMINO OF OUR LOBD JESUS CHIUST, BUT WERE EYE-WITNESSES OF HIS MAJESTY .... WHEN WE WERE WITH HIM IN TUB HOLY MOUNT. NEW SERIES. Vol. 1. THE ADVENT HERALD IS PUBLISHED EVSRY SATURDAY AT NO. 9 MILK-STREET, BOSTON, * BY J. V. IIDIES. TERMS Der Volume of Twenty-six Numbers. $5 for Six copies. ' $10 for Thirteen copies. ALL communications, orders, or remittances, for this office, should be directed to J. V. H1MES, Boston, Mass. (postpaid). Subscribers' names, with their Post-office address, should be distinctly given when money is forwarded. BGSTOW, aMTOIBBAY, MABOT 4, A 841 No. 5. WHOLE No. 3a7. " I Sing to Calvary." BY MRS. SOUTIIEY. Down from the willow bough Mv slumbering harp I'll take, And bid its silent strings To heavenly themes awake: Peaceful let its breathings be, Soft and soothing harmony. Love, LOVE DIVINE, I sing: Oh, for a seraph's lyre, Bathed in Siloa's stream, And touched with living fire : Lofty, pure, the strain should be, When 1 sing of Calvary. Love, Love, on earth appears, The wretchcd throng his way; He beareth all their griefs, And wipes their tears away: Soft and sweet the strain should be, Saviour, when I sing of Thee. He saw ine as He passed, In hopeless sorrow lie. Condemned and doomed to death, And no salvation nigh : Long and loud the strain should be, When I sing His love to me. " I die for thee," He said— Behold the cross arise ! And lo! He bows his head- He bows His head, and dies! Soft, my harp, tliy breatliiugs be, Let me weep on Calvary. He live* •' afrarn he lives '. 1 hear the voice of love - He comes to soothe my fears, And thaw my soul above: Jovful now the strain should be, When 1 sing of Calvary. Apocalyptic Sketches. No. II. BY REV. JOHN CUMMINO, D. D. THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE APOCALYPSE. " Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and hath made us Kings and Priests unto God and His Father, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever."—Rev. 1:5,6. Some have objected to all expositions of the Apocalypse, as if these were not identical with the preaching of the Gospel, nor useful and in- structive to those that hear them. This is griev ous misapprehension. Whatever God has writ ten is surely entitled to our study, as it was meant for our good, and cannot be otherwise than useful to those for whose learning it was inspired: " all scripture," says the apostle, " is profitable." The Apocalypse, so far from not being the Gospel, is replete with its most pre- cious truths, is inlaid with the testimony, fra- grant with the excellence, and illuminated with the glory of the Son of God. It refers back- ward to the Man of sorrows, and looks forward to the throned Lamb. Christ is its alpha and omega, and the testimony of Jesus its woof and warp. But for the sake of them, who shrink from expositions of this book, who look at the Apocalypse through the mists of preju- dice, the misapprehensions of ignorance, or any other similar cause, I will address myself this evening to the task of showing how full, how beautiful is the Gospel according to the Apoca- lypse. Leaving my text, which is an epitome of the Gospel, I request your attention to such pas- sages as these—Rev. 5:9 : " Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof, for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood, out of every kindred, and tongue, and nation." This is surely the very music of Calvary floating down from heaven and breaking on our ears—shall I rather say our hearts, this evening in Exeter Hall. Rev o:12: " Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing" —words that come like the chimes of the waves of that sea of glory that spread out their wa ters about the throne of God. Rev. 7:13 : " What are these which are ar say, rayed in white robes, and whence came they ? These are they which came out of great tribu- lation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. There- fore are they before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple." This is an Apocalype of heaven—its tenantry, and the way to it. Rev. 14:13: "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord from henceforth : yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors,; and their works do fol- low them." This is the trumpet of jubilee sounding in the grave—the Gospel transfiguring by its presence, the very ashes of the dead. Rev. 21:6: "I will give to him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely." Rev. 22:17 : " And the Spirit and the bride Come. And let him that heareth say Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely." Thus, in no portion of the Bible are the grand characteristics of Christianity more fre- quently or fully stated. The drapery of the throne does not conceal the Lamb that is in the midst of it; and the intense splendor of the many crowns " that are on the brow of " the King of kings," does not dim or conceal that cross on which he hung in agony as fhe " of sorrows." These passages which we have quoted are like stars in the Apocalyptic firmament, of greater or lesser magnitude, each shining in the light of the Sun of Righteousness: these are fragments of the rich and beautiful embroi- dery on the mystic veil, significant of yet richer beyond it; these are snatches, mellowed but not spent in their transit from the skies, of the awful and solemn harmonies that break and roll before the throne of glory. But in all Christ is all. The Apocalypse is the record of what Christ is and does, since he ascended from the earth, and a cloud received him out of sight. It is the history of his post-resurrection glory. It is an illuminated commentary on Zech. 6:13: "He shall sit and rule upon his throne, and he shall be a priest upon his throne;" a Priest to offer sacrifice for our guilt —a King to rescue us from enemies, and sub- due us to himself; a Priest to expiate our sins a King to extirpate them ; a Priest to take away the guilt of sin—a King to break its pow- er; a Priest to pardon—a King to_ purify; a Priest to give a title to heaven—a King to cre- ate fitness for it. As a Priest He makes it pos- sible for God to pardon us—as a King he makes us willing to receive that pardon ; as a Priest he restores us to the divine favor—as a King he communicates to us the divine image; the majesty of the King tempered by the mercy of the Priest, is the light he lives in: and the Book of Revelation is the holy window through which we see these things—the contents and characters of the upper sanctuary. It is not less necessary that we should see Christ a King than Christ a sufferer. I cannot but add also, that this book contains the history of the do- ings of Christ in all places; of his presence, and evidence of that presence everywhere. It is a reflection of the panorama of 7000 years, on the concave of the sky, and the revelation of its connexion with Christ. It shows Him to be in the history of nations, the changes of dynasties, the eclipse of kingdoms, the wreck of empires, restraining—overruling—sanctify- ing. Josephus becomes unconsciously the chro- nicler of His presence, in the fall of Jerusa- lem ; and Gibbon, in spite of himself, the faith- ful witness of his presence, in the decline of the Roman empire. Wheresoever the plough- share of Vespasian was driven, or the cimeter of the Moslem mowed, or the foot of the Goth trod,—wheresoever the persecutor drove the Christian from Pella to the Cottian Alps,— wheresoever the wild beasts devoured, or the flames consumed,—wheresoever the crescent waxed, or the cross waned,—where Trent thun- dered its anathemas, and Luther echoed his protests,—in the Sicilian vespers—at the mas- sacre of Bartholomew—on the pavements of Smithfield—in the French Revolution—on the field of Waterloo—in all facts—in all occur- rences—Christ was, and is; and this sublime book is the evidence that it is so. " Unto Him that loved us "—it is written in my text. Who can this be, who to John was sc plainly familiar, and yet so great and so glo- rious, that he omits even his name, as if no one could mistake him ? No angel in heaven, nor ancient patriarch, no apostle nor king, can this be. None of these had love to dare, nor strength to do what is here ascribed to " him." He must have been man, for he had blood to shed; he must have been a man of sorrows, for he shed that blood.—This Christ was,—mar in all that the word comprehends, in its infirmi ties, and tears, and trials, and sorrows. Sin he had not; it is no part of humanity,—it is its disease—its corruption, and from this he was infinitely distant. He was man, but holy man ; but he must also have been God. The fact that he laid down his life voluntarily, implies this. No creature has his life at his own dis r a creature giving up his life unbidden, would be a suicide. Besides, were Christ not God, what he has done would make me wor- ship him as God; for he that redeems, and pardons, and saves me, and at such an expen- diture as that of Calvary, must gather to him- self my adoration, my trust, my love. I can- not but worship Him who saves me from eter- nal perdition, and lifts me to eternal joy. If Christ be not God, the foresight of this tenden- cy would have filled the Apostolic Epistles with warnings'against the idolatry which would have inevitably and justly become all but the uni- versal worship of Christians. But He is God as truly as man; worship and confidence are his due, and our salvation. " He loved us," and this antecedently to our loving him : his love to us originated our love to him, as the sound creates its echo. How great, how sovereign that love which lighted upon us, in whom there was nothing to attract, deserve, or retain it; but, on the contrary, much to provoke, weary, and. repel it. He loved us, in spite of what we were, not because of what we were ; not on account of excellen- cies in us, but to create excellencies that were not in us. Man loves, because he sees some- thing in the loved to attract his affections,— God loves, in order to create in the loved some- thing to retain his love. It is this that makes our conscious debt to grace exceed all computa- tion, and defy all repayment. We may con- ceive the intensity of this love by numbering and estimating, if we can, the difficulties through which it had to wade. He had to save sinners, not in spite of the law, but according to the law, to show God's law righteous, while it condemns, and righteous still while it ac- quits ;—God true while be stands by his testi- mony, " the soul that sins shall die ;" and no less true while he makes real his declaration, " he that believeth in the Son of God hath ev- erlasting life;"—God just while He justifies the ungodly, and holy while He takes sinners to His bosom. These are some of the seeming impossibilities that love had to do—the innu merable contrarieties it had to reconcile—the infinite obstructions through which it had to work its way, to reach us. The height from which it came—the throne of Deity; the depth to which it descends—the ruin from which it plucks us; its breadth—the earth which it circles as with a zone—and its length from first ti —Eternity. He washed us from our sins in his own blood." This is the scriptural phrase for his atoning expiatory sufferings. 'Nothing else but the life of the Son of God expended on the cross could ensure the forgiveness of the least and fewest of these sins of ours. No other ele- ment had virtue. No voice from height or depth in the universe could say, with authority, to the least transgressor, " thy sins be forgiven thee." No fasting, mortification, or penance, or absolution of the priest, or indulgence of Pope or jubilee, ever approached the inner seat of the soul's disquiet; none of these rise high enough to reach God, or descend low enough to reach us. The accusations of conscience in the midst of all these " refuges of lies " out- number its excuses, and the law of God, in spite of these and thousands more, will fulmi- nate its lightnings. Nor does sin ever exhaust its penalties, and thus render forgiveness un- necessary, and the shedding that blood uncalled for. A convict banished for a definite period, exhausts his sentence, and thus becomes free ; but were that convict to commit, in the course of his exile, a new crime, a new sentence would fasten on him, and add to the years of his ban- ishment ; we siri while we suffer, we add to our punishment by adding to our guilt, and thus by the very nature and necessity of the case, sin is Ma eternal evil; never working out its cure, but ever its perpetuity ; it is a sclf-ger^ratit.g evil, eternity does not exhaust it, it adds to it; atonement was essential to our restoration; without shedding of blood, there is no remis- sion of sins—and what an atonement! it has touched the deep spot of anger in the bosom of God, and descending along its dark line to its utmost havoc and curse, it has rescued, recon- ciled, restored us. Christ pardons us while we sin, and draws us off while he pardons alike from the love and practice of sin; it was his own blood that made this atonement, and it alone. No other element mingled with it, noth- ing could heighten its value—it needed nothing. He trod the wine-press alone. He suffered alone, and his suffering was sufficient. He obeyed alone, and his obedience all that was re- quired. His is all the merit of the process, and therefore all the glory of the result. He paid all we owed to God, and purchased more than God owed to us. He began it in the man- ger, and finished it upon the cross. He hum- bled himself to merit, and he is exalted to bes- tow salvation. What depth of dye must there be in sin! what intensity of evil in that terrible monosyllable ! what concentrated poison, see- ing no less illustrious a victim, no less costly a price was required, no less precious a thing than the blood of Christ could wash it away. Trem- ble at sin. Plague, pestilence, and famine are nothing to sin. These scathe the body, it blasts the soul. But through Christ I am washed from my sins by that precious blood, from their curse, their condemnation, and all their penal consequences. The law remains in all its force, its sacredness and its stability, and yet it has no bold of me. All my guilt is put away, all my demerits are cancelled, and from no spot in the wide universe can a sentence of condem- nation come upon me, or the thunder of a vio- lated law smite me. But I see in the atone- ment of Jesus not merely a channel for the ef- flux of the love and forgiving mercy of God, but a standing proof of that love, its measure, its exponent, and representative. It not only shows me that God can forgive me consistently with all his attributes, but also that he delights to do so. What this sacrifice expresses, is as precious as what it does. It is evidence to me that my salvation is not a mere provision for a bare escape from punishment, but the proof of u THE ADVENT HERALD. 34 a love in God my Father that longs to embrace me. It meets precisely what I need—it sup- plies what I long and thirst to know. I re- quire, in order to have peace, not only that God should not punish me, but that he should love me, not only freedom from the curse, but friend- ship with God—I cannot be happy with mere safety. I require reconciliation—I cannot con- sent to enter heaven, and spend its cycles as a pardoned convict, tolerated, spared, but no more —I long to be^ there, an adopted son. I feel that God must not only let me go, but take me back, ere I can be happy. I must be placed, not merely beyond the penalties of the law, but beneath the love of God. I require to be raised higher than pardon, justification, and sanctification; I must not only pass the tribu- nal of the legislator ; I cannot rest till I repose in the bosom, or rest amid the sunshine of the reconciled countenance of my Father. I see all this embodied, expressed, and secured in the atonement of Jesus. It is not only the way to heaven, but the measure and the pledge of the welcome that awaits me there. It is thus I hear richer music in the words," It is finished," than I ever heard before. Now can I say and sing with an emphasis I never felt before, " Un- to Him that loved me, and washed me from my sins in his own blood; to Him be glory and do- minion forever and ever."—[To be continued.] The Prophecies Concerning Tyre. BY THOMAS NEWTON, D. D. (Continued from our last.) II. The inhabitants should pass over the Mediterranean into the islands and countries adjoining, and even there should find no quiet settlement. This is plainly signified by Isaiah, (23:6,) " Pass ye over to Tarshish," (that is, to Tartessus in Spain,) " howl ye inhabitants of the isle:" and again, (v. 12,) "Arise, pass over to Chittiin," (that is, the islands and countries bordering upon the Mediterranean,) " there also shalt thou have no rest." What the prophet delivers by way of advice, is to be understood as a prediction. Ezekiel intimates the same thing, (26 : 18,) " The isles that are in the sea shall be troubled at thy departure." It is well known that the Phoenicians were the best navi- gators of antiquity, and sent forth colonies into several parts of the world. A great scholar of the last century hath written a whole treatise of the colonies of the Phoenicians, a work (as indeed all his are) of immense learning and erudition. And of all the Phoenicians the Ty- rian were the most celebrated for their shipping and colonies. Tyre exceeded Sidon in this respect, as Strabo testifies, and sent forth colo- nies into Africa and Spain unto and beyond the pillars of Hercules : and Quintus Curtius saith, that her colonies were diffused almost over the whole world. The Tyrians, therefore, having planted colonies at Tarshish, and upon the coasts of Chittim, it was natural for them, when they were pressed with dangers and diffi- culties at home, to fly to their friends and coun- trymen abroad for refuge and protection. That they really did so, St. Jerome asserts upon the authority of Assyrian histories, which are now lost and perished. " We have read," saith he, "in the histories of the Assyrians, that when the Tyrians were besieged, after they saw no hope of escaping, they went on board their ships, and fled to Carthage, or to some islands of the Ionian and iEgean sea." And in ano- ther place he saith, " that when the Tyrians saw that the works for carrying on the seige were perfected, and the foundations of the walls were shaken by the battering of the rams whatsoever precious things, in gold, silver clothes, and various kinds of furniture, the no bility had, they put them on board their ships and carried to the islands; so that the city be ing taken, Nebuchadnezzar found nothing wor thy of his labor." It must have been grievous to Nebuchadnezzar, after so long and laborious a siege, to be disappointed of the spoil of so rich a city; and therefore Ezekiel was commis sioned to promise him the conquest of Egypt for his reward : (29 :18, 19:) " Son of man Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon caused his army to serve a great service against Tyrus every head was made bald, and every shoulder was peeled : yet had he no wages, nor his army for Tyrus, for the service that he had served against it. There thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I will give the land of Egypt unto Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, and he shall take her multitude, and take her spoil, and take her prey, and it shall be the wages for his army." But though the Tyrians should pass over to Tarshish and to Chittim, yet even there they should find no quiet settlement, "there also shalt thou have no rest." Megasthenes, who lived about three hundred years before Christ, and was employed by Seleucus Nicator in an embassy to the king of India, wrote afterwards a history of India, wherein he mentioned Nebu- chadnezzar with great honor. This historian is quoted by several ancient authors; he is cited particularly by Strabo, Josephus, and Abyde- nus in Eusebius, for saying that Nebuchadnez- zar surpassed Hercules in bravery and great exploits, that he subdued great parts of Africa and Spain, and proceeded as far as to the pil- lars of Hercules. After Nebuchadnezzar had subdued Tyre and Egypt, we may suppose that he carried his arms farther westward: and if he proceeded so far as Megasthenes reports, the Tyrians might well be said to " have no rest," their conqueror pursuing them from one coun- try to another. But besides this, and after this, the Carthaginians, and other colonies of the Tyrians, lived in a very unsettled state. Their history is made up of little but wars and tu- mults, even before their three fatal wars with the Romans, in every one of which their affairs grew worse and worse. Sicily and Spain, Eu- rope and Africa, the land and their own ele- ments, the sea, were theatres of their calamities and miseries; till at last not only the new, but old Carthage, too, was utterly destroyed. As the Carthaginians sprung from the Tyrians, and the Tyrians from the Sidonian, and Sidon was the first-born of Canaan, (Gen. 10 :15,) so the curse upon Canaan seemeth to have pur- sued them to the most distant parts of the earth. III. The city should be restored after seventy years, and return to her gain and her merchan- dise. This circumstance is expressly foretold by Isaiah (23 : 15-17): " And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king," or kingdom, meaning the Babylonian, which was to continue seventy years : " after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot. Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten, make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered. And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the Lord will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth." Tyre is represented as a harlot, and from thence these figures are borrowed, the plain meaning of which is, that she should lie neglected of traders and merchants for seventy years, as long as the Babylonian empire lasted, and after that she should recover her liberties and her trade, and draw in several of all nations to deal with her, and particularly the kings of the earth to buy her purples, which were worn chiefly by em- perors and kings, and for which Tyre was fa- mous above all places in the world. Seventy years was the time prefixed for the duration of the Babylonian empire. So long the nations were to groan under that tyrannical yoke, though these nations were subdued some sooner, some later, than others. Jer. 25:11,12 —" These nations shall serve the king of Baby- lon seventy years: and it shall come to pass when seventy years are accomplished, that I will punish the king of Babylon, and that na tion, saith the Lord, for their iniquity, and the land of the Chaldeans, and will make it per- petual desolations." And accordingly at the end of seventy years Cyrus and the Persians subverted the Babylonian empire, and restored the conquered nations to their liberties. But we may compute these seventy years after another manner. Tyre was taken by Nebuchadnezzar in the thirty-second year of his reign, and in the year 573 before Christ.— Seventy years from thence will bring us down to the year 503 before Christ, and the nine teenth of Darius Hystaspis. At that time it appears from history that the Ionians had re belled against Darius, and the Phoenicians as sisted him with their fleets : and consequently it is reasonable to conclude that they were now restored to their former privileges. In the sue ceeding reign we find that they, together with the Sidonians, furnished Xerxes with several ships for his expedition into Greece. And by the time of Alexander the Tyrians were grown to such power and greatness, that they stopped the progress of that rapid conqueror longer than any part of the Persian empire besides.— But all this is to be understood of the insular Tyre ; for as the old city flourished most before the time of Nebuchadnezzar, so the new city flourished most afterwards, and this is the Tyre that henceforth is so much celebrated in history. IV. The city should be taken and destroyed again. For when it is said by the prophets, (Isa. 23:6,) " Howl, ye inhabitants of the isle ;" (Ezek. 27 :32,) " What city is like Tyrus, like the destroyed in the midst of the sea ?" (28:8,) " They shall bring thee down to the pit, and thou shalt die the deaths of them that are slain in the midst of the seas:" these expressions can imply no less than that the insular Tyre should be destroyed, as well as that upon the continent; and as the one was accomplished by Nebuchadnezzar, so was the other by Alexan- der the Great. But the same thing may be in- ferred more directly from the words of Zecha- riah, who prophesied in the reign of Darius, (Zech. 1:1; 7:1,) probably Darius Hystaspis, many years after the former destruction of the city, and consequently he must be understood to speak of this latter. His words are these, (9:3,4,) " And Tyrus did build herself a strong hold, and heaped up silver as the dust, and fine gold as the mire of the streets. Behold the Lord will cast her out, and he will smite her power in the sea, and she shall be devoured with fire." It is very true that " Tyrus did build herself a strong hold; " for her situation was very strong in an island, and besides the sea to defend her, she was fortified with a wall one hundred and fifty feet in height, and of a proportionable thickness. " She heaped up silver as the dust, and fine gold as the mire of the streets," being the most celebrated place in the world for trade and riches, " the mart of nations," as she is called, conveying the com- modities of the east to the west, and of the west to the east. But yet, " Behold the Lord will cast her out, and he will smite her power in the sea, and she shall be devoured with fire." Ezekiel had likewise foretold that the city should be consumed with fire (28:18): " I will bring forth a fire from the midst of thee, it shall devour thee, and I will bring thee to ashes upon the earth, in the sight of all them that behold thee." And accordingly Alexander besieged and took the city, and set it on fire. The ruins And palace spire and idol fane Of temples built on Dura's plain, And the rich gardens of the East Were lighted for a princely feast; And there they hung from wall and tower, Wafting perfume from many a flower: And sparkling waves and waters ran Through the bright bowers of Babylon. But look! the spacious palace gate, Where sits Belshazzar proud in state, Is opened on the splendid night. Adorned with flowers and gems of light: A thousand lords in homage bow Before that stern and haughty brow ; And by him sits, in graceful mien, The fair and youthful Eastern queen. And ladies grace that gorgeous hall Upon this noble festival. The king now speaks, wljile all around In breathless silence catch the sound :— " Minstrels, come forth, and your songs now raise, On the harp,on the sackbut, and psaltery of praise, To the gods of silver, and gold, and stone ; There's none can withstand them, there's none, there's none. " Bring forth rich draughts of ruby wine, Brought from the vineyards of Palestine ; And drink to the gods of wood, gold, and stone, There's none can withstand them, there's none, there's none. " Drink again, lords and ladies fair, The sparkling draught, so bright and so rare, To the gods of gold, and silver, and stone, There's none can withstand them, there's none, there's none. I" Bring forth the gold cups of Solomon, Whose God and glory have sunk like the sun, of old Tyre contributed much to the taking of And we 'n t drink t0 the ^ods of Wood' Sold'and J . . ... . ° «mno • the new city; for with the stones, timber, and rubbish, of the old city, Alexander built a bank, or causeway, from the continent to the island, thereby literally fulfilling the words of the prophet Ezekiel, (26:12,) " They shall lay thy stones, and thy timber, and thy dust in the midst of the water." He was seven months in completing this work, but the time and labor were well employed, for by means hereof he was enabled to storm and take the city. As in the former siege, the inhabitants, ac ording to the prophecies, fled over the Mediter- ranean to the islands and countries adjoining, so they did likewise in this latter siege; for Diodorus Siculus and Quintus Curtius both testify that they sent their wives and children to Carthage; and upon the taking of the place, the Sidonians secretly conveyed away fifteen thousand more in their ships. Happy they who thus escaped, for of those who re- mained behind, the conqueror slew eight thou sand in the storming and taking of the city; he caused two thousand afterwards cruelly to be crucified, and thirty thousand he sold for slaves. They had before sold some of the captive Jews, and now it was returned upon them according , to the prediction of Joel (3 : 6-8): <; The chil- And the wise men came, and the words they saw stone For who can withstand them ? there's none, there's none." And the minstrels sounded the songs of praise, While the harpers echoed the lofty lays ; And the revellers each full deeply quaffed, To the idol gods, of the foaming draught. But why comes a change o'er the splendid scene ? Why alters Belshazzar his haughty mien ? Why suddenly ceases the impious hymn ? Why the lights and gems so strangely dim ? Look yonder! high up on that lofty wall, Where the lights with a sickly lustre fall; The fingers appear of a viewless form ! Sudden as lightning breaks forth in a storm, Writing words which fill hearts with a dreary chill ! While the revellers' voice, and harps are still. The king saw the part of the hand that wrote, And the strange wild gleams that above it float, And his face grew pale as the marble wall, , And the pillars that grae'd that noble hall. Haste ! haste ! bring here of the wise men to me ; Let him tell what these terrible Avords may be— And I'll give him a robe of the royal dye, And a chain of gold with mine own to vie. dren also of Judah, and the children of Jeru salem have ye sold; behold I will return your recompense upon your own head, and will sell your sons and your daughters." This is the main of the prophecy, that as they had sold the captive Jews, so they should be sold themselves: and having seen this so punctually fulfilled, we But each quailing heart was filled with awe, And they silently turned from that dreadful sign; Its meaning there's none can dare to divine. The Hebrew Daniel they anxiously call, To come to the fear-stricken banquet hall;— Canst thou tell what these burning words may be, And unfold their hidden mystery ? may more easily believe that the other parts If so> a rich boon is prepared for thee, were so too, though at this distance of time, and in this scarcity of ancient historians, we Of a seat of honor and high degree, And a costly robe of a scarlet dye, are not able to prove all the particulars. When And a golden cham Wlttl mme own to Tie- the city was taken before, the Tyrians received Then the Hebrew looked on the words of fire, their kings afterwards from Babylon; and now Expressing the weight of Jehovah's ire, their king held his crown by Alexander's ap- And the light ofheaven beams forth from his eye, pointment. The cases are parallel in many Whlle hls hP breathes the spirit of prophecy. respects : but the city recovered much sooner | He tums to the king, and his message brings from the calamities of this siege than from the fatal consequences of the former. For in nine- teen years' time it was able to withstand the fleets and armies of Antigonus, and sustained a siege of fifteen months before it was taken : a plain proof, as Dr. Prideaux observes, of " the great advantage of trade. For this city being As the prophet and priest of the King of kings. " To others, 0 king, may thy rich gifts be, But the words I'll read and interpret to thee. Thou knowest in days that have long gone by, God gave state to thy sire, and majesty; A kingdom which spread o'er the earth's wide domain, the grand mart, where most of the trade both While nations and tongues revered his great of the east and west did then centre, by virtue hereof it was, that it so soon revived to its pris- tine vigor."—[To be continued.] Belshazzar's Feast. [The following poem, from the Portsmouth Journal, we learn from that paper, was written by one of the misses in the High School in that town, and was read among the specimens of composition, at a late examination.] The night was beautiful and still, While moonlight gilded many a hill name— It spread north and south, east and west, like a tree Whose branches o'ershadowed the land and the sea. But his heart grew proud, God humbled him then, And drove him away from the sons of men; And he ate of the grass, and was wet with the dew, Till his spirit was chastened, and then he knew That it was by the most high God of heaven, His majesty, honor, and glory were given. THE ADVENT HERALD. 35 And this, Belshazzar, full well thou hast known, Yet hast bowed to the gods of wood, gold, and stone— Hast lifted thyself 'gainst Omnipotent power, Who thy life and kingdom will sever this hour— And these words of fire to thee do declare, That thy kingdom is gone, no more shalt thou wear The jewell'd crown of the Chaldsean throne, Which the God of Israel hath overthrown. Thou'rt found to want, when with balance art weighed, Thy laurels of glory forever must fade, And the last of the dreadful words I read— Thy kingdom is severed 'tween Persian and Mede!" The seer's dread message already is done, And the scarlet robe and chain are won ; And now he goes forth from that banquet hall, But the fearful words yet gleam from the wall. # * # # * * The night has now sped, and the morning bright Is beaming through clouds of golden light; But never before had the orb of day Looked down on a battle-field's dreadful array, More dire in carnage, and streaming blood Gushing forth from hearts in a purple flood, Than Babylon'si streets, where her king lies slain, And her nobles and peasants in death remain. But far away in a hidden bower, Where bloomed full many an Eastern flower, Sat a Hebrew maiden, and thus she sung, And her country's harp seemed newly strung:— " Palestina, rejoice ! and break forth in song ! Let your praises to God be loud and long; Even as he hath spoken, the brass gates are broken, And Babylon's fallen to rise no more ! " Come forth Jewish captives! now join the dance! By Babylon's waters let glad footsteps glance ! For your yoke is broken, even as God hath spoken, And Babylon's fallen to rise no more ! " God's promise is sure ; in time he will bring Our hoped and expected Messiah King! Then all yokes will be broken, for thus God hath spoken, And Babylon's fallen to rise no more !" My Saviour. BY JOHN EAST, M. A. MEDIATOR. MY SAVIOUR is the " one Mediator between God and men." (1 Tim. 2:5.) My carnal na- ture, in common with the whole of our fallen race, is at variance with God. Sin has sepa- rated me from him, and drawn over my head the naked sword of his offended justice, and the penalty of his violated law. When my soul first discovers this unsheathed weapon of righteous anger, I am filled with dismay, and am disposed to cry out, with Job, " I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.—For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment; neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hands upon us both." (Job 9:28, 32, 33.)" But all my apprehension is removed, and hope and joy take the place of dread and grief in my heart, when the Holy Ghost reveals the Lord Jesus Christ before me, in the plentitude of his mediatorial office. I behold him standing be- tween me and God, fully commissioned and perfectly able; to restore me to a state of recon- ciliation with him. He uplifts his own pierced hand against the raised arm of justice; and, pointing to his own scarred side, in which the sword of the law was plunged and satiated with atoning blood, he removes all ground of enmi- ty and opposition, bringing the Father's alien- ated love to my soul, and bringing back my prodigal soul to itself and the love of God. My Saviour is the " one, the only Mediator between God and men." Saints and angels, who, by erring mortals, are daily approached under this name, and as filling this office, shrink back from the idolatrous homage, and would as soon dare to take possession of the throne of Deity itself, as assume the title and functions of Mediator. ^ How could angels mediate for fallen man, who were able to accomplish noth- ing for their own fallen companions? How could the saints,—" the spirits of just men made perfect,"—who are themselves indebted for all they have and are to the mediation of the Son of God ? Let my soul rejoice in Emmanuel's all-sufficiency as " the Mediator of a better covenant, even the new covenant of grace, es- tablished upon better promises, and sealed with his own blood." (Heb. 8:6; 12:24.) What can ever break a reconciliation so dearly bought, so effectually made, and so firmly secured ? My Saviour will never withdraw from his me- diatorial station before the throne, until the last soul, whom he has ransomed by his blood, shall be reinstated in the divine favor, and renewed after the divine image. Then his mediatorial office will cease; but the fruits of it will re- main forever, in a perpetual revenue of glory and joy to himself, and of happiness to myself and happy millions more, who have partaken of the " reconciliation." The Better Land. " The shapings of our heavens are the modi- fications of our constitution," said Charles Lamb, in his reply to Southey's attack upon him in the Quarterly Review. He who is infinite in love as well as wisdom, has revealed to us the fact of a future life, and the fearfully important relation in which the present stands to it. The actual nature and conditions of that life He has hidden from us— no chart of the ocean of Eternity is given us— no celestial guide-book or geography defines, localizes, and prepares us for the wonders of the spiritual world. Hence imagination has a wide field for its speculations, which, so long as they do not positively contradict the revela- tion of the Scriptures, cannot be disproved. "We naturally enough transfer to our idea of heaven, whatever we love and reverence on earthr Thither the Catholic carries in his fancy the imposing rites and time-honored solemni- ties of his worship. There the Methodist sees his love-feasts and camp-meetings, in the groves and by the still waters and green pastures of the blessed abodes. The Quaker, in the still- ness of his self-communing, remembers that there was " silence in heaven." The Church- man, listening to the solemn chant of vocal music, or the deep tones of the organ, thinks of the song of the elders, and the golden harps of the New Jerusalem. The heaven of the northern nations of Eu- rope was a gross and sensual reflection of the earthly life of a barbarous and brutal people. The Indians of North America had a vague notion of a sun-set land—a beautiful paradise far in the west—mountains and forests filled with deer and buffalo — lakes and streams swarming with fishes — the happy hunting- ground of souls. In a late letter from a devoted missionary among the western Indians, (Paul Blohm, a converted Jew,) we have noticed a beautiful illustration of this belief. Near the Omahaw mission-house, on a high bluff, was a solitary Indian grave. " One evening," says the missionary, " having come home with some cattle, which I had been seeking, I heard some one wailing, and, looking in the direction from whence it proceeded, I found it to be from the grave near our house. In a moment after, the mourner got up from a kneeling or lying pos- ture, and, turning to the setting sun, he stretched forth his arms in prayer and supplication, with an intensity and earnestness as though he would detain the splendid luminary from run- ning his course. With his body leaning for- ward, and his arms stretched towards the sun, he presented a most striking figure of sorrow and petition. It was solemnly awful. He seemed to me to be one of the ancients, come forth to teach me how to pray." A venerable and worthy New England cler- gyman, on his death-bed, just before the close of his life, declared that he was only conscious of an awfully solemn and intense curiosity to know the great secret of death and eternity. The excellent Dr. Nelson of Missouri, was one who, while on earth, seemed to live another and higher life, in contemplation of infinite purity and happiness. A friend of ours once related an incident concerning him, which made a deep impression upon our mind. They had been travelling through a summer's forenoon in the prairie, and had laid down to rest beneath a solitary tree. The Doctor lay for a long time, silently looking upward through the open- ings of the boughs into the still heavens, when he repeated the following lines, in a low tone, as communing with himself, in view of the wonders he described:— " Oh the joys that are there, mortal eye hath not seen! Oh! the songs they sing there, with hosannas between! Oh, the thrice-blessed song of the Lamb and of Moses! Oh, brightness on brightness! the pearl-gate uncloses! Oh, white wings of angels! Oh, fields white with roses! Oh, white tents of Peace, where the rapt soul reposes! Oh, the waters so still, and the pastures so green ! " The brief hints afforded us by the sacred writings concerning the " better land," are in- spired and beautiful. Eye hath not seen, nor the ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive of the good in store for the righteous. Heaven is described as a quiet habitation-^-a rest remaining for the peo- ple of God. Tears shall be wiped away from all eyes; there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain. To how many death-beds have these words spoken peace ! And how many failing hearts have gathered strength from them to pass through the dark valley of shadows. Yet we should not forget that " the kingdom of heaven is within ; " that it is the state and affections of the soul; the answer of a good conscience; the sense of harmony with God; a condition of time 4s well as of eternity.— What is really momentous and all-important with us is the present, by which the future is shaped and colored. A mere change of locality cannot alter the actual and intrinsic qualities of the soul. Guilt and remorse would make the golden streets of Paradise intolerable as the burning marl of the infernal abodes, while pu- rity and innocence would transform hell itself into heaven.—J. G. Whittier. Fourth Universal Monarchy. NUMBER XII. Though we have dated the mingling