its place, and the law of life and liberty have its place.

This duty-faith doctrine feeds pharisees, and tips with poison the arrows that are sent at men of God. Let those who luxuriate so much upon duty-faith, beware how they despise those with whom they pretend, in the free-grace part of their creed to be one. This duty faith doctrine is no new heresy; it is one of the last leprous spots of popery, that marked nearly all the Puritan Fathers; but still, it is high time that this black spot was taken away; it ought to be cast to the moles and to the bats; it makes empty the soul of the hungry, and causeth the drink of the thirsty to fail. It aims to tie truth and error together. But why then have some good men preached this duty-faith doctrine ? They have preached it for these two reasons: first, because they have thought that they have found it in the letter of the Word; and second, that they have not faith enough in God to trust him with his own truth, and therefore to make up this their lack of faith in God, they exercise a little faith in the creature; and, fearing God will not begin the work soon enough, they appeal to the creature to begin at once as it is, say they, his duty to do. They feel that they ought to speak to the dry bones as well as to the living bones, and they are not content to prophecy as the Word commands, but must call upon the dry bones to help themselves; and so, after confessing, tacitly deny the state men are in by nature, and though their duty-faith doctrine be a broken tooth, and a foot out of joint, yet they still have great confidence in it, and while they thus try to serve two gospels, they are faithful to neither. The Lord open their eyes and set them right; so prays

A LITTLE ONE.

"HOPEFUL'S" ADDRESS

TO THE CHURCH AT SOHO,.OXFORD STREET. [A correspondent requests the insertion of the following. These sincere expressions for the wellbeing of Zion, indicate the coming of times foretold by prophets, apostles, and good men since their day.ED.]

DEAR CHRISTIAN FRIENDS-As the Lord hath done, and still is doing, great things for you, would it not be well for you to set apart one hour for prayer some other evening, as well as Monday and Wednesday evenings; say Thursday or Friday, (or both) and let it begin at 8 o'clock, so as to give them an opportunity who cannot be there at the 7 o'clock services;

for

"Who that knows the worth of prayer

But wishes to be also there ?" We see how many churches around us are devoting their leisure hours to the worship of their God, and to prayer that the Holy Spirit may be poured out upon all, and shall we be the least and last of all, who have received so much at his hands? Try one month, for why should we let his mercies lay forgotten in unthankfulness, and without praises die? Your's

in heart,

HOW WE LEFT GOSPEL OAK.

You children of prayer, I trust you may see the dealings of the Lord toward a poor feeble one like unto me. been my wish that I might be enabled to A long time it had attend the services of the Lord's-house, but through the length of the journey, and the afflictions of the body, many precious seasons were neglected. I have often asked my wife if she would consent to give up business and live nearer to the house of the Lord; but she would not consent: finding I could not prevail upon her by fair reasoning, I betook myself to prayer, in my feeble way, asking the Lord if he would please to cause something to occur that she might see with me in the matter. The first event the Lord permitted to come upon me was affliction; which caused me great difficulty to go and come. I hoped this would prove effectual in causing her to leave the place; but her objection then seemed to rest upon our youngest son, saying, "what would become of him, seeing he had no trade ?" mitted another heavy stroke; by taking this Since then, the Lord has perdear child by a sudden accident: he went into a small factory opposite our house after dinner, and fell in contact with two tooth wheels, and was, in a few minutes, launched into eternity. He was a most affectionate loving child. A short time before this accident, he caught hold of his mother by the neck, and said, "Oh, mother! Oh, mother! do let me have one kiss," and that was the last parting kiss she ever had; and hanging round me and kissing me was the last act he did, a few minutes before his sudden death. My dear wife said, she thought in her own mind she would make a rod, to try to make him leave off these fond ways, as he was nearly twelve years of age; but she told me since, in tears, the rod was preparing for her, and she does believe it is the Lord's doings, though marvellous and painful in our eyes, for we had no just cause to continue any longer at Gospel Oak, seeing the Lord has provided all temporal good for us; but we have now, after these sore afflictions, removed nearer to the desired place, (the Lord's house,) sanctuary. Surely our God is a God hearing and are both enabled to go and come to the and answering prayer, though in such a way we little think, but we trust we can say with "Blessed be the name of the Lord." I did one of old, "He hath done all things well!" relate a little of my experience in the EARTHEN VESSEL for August, 1854, and it was entitled "The happy couple at Gospel Oak." I trust I can say it is the same now, though we have seen and experienced many scenes since then. Your's in Christian love,

THOMAS & MARY JOHNSON.

Christianity of the present seems to be a vastly Truly, as far as practice is concerned, the different thing to the Christianity of the past. A captious, bitter, and unforgiving spirit is opposed to the whole spirit of the Gospel. Therefore the persecutor, the slanderer, and the revengeful man, cannot rightly be called A LOVER OF Prayer. a Christian. Knapp's "Sins of the Tongue."

"THE KENILWORTH CURATE."

THE APPEAL TO THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.

Ghost, that I am condemned by the govern- ister and pastor, he says, 'I have in mind ing party' in this parish."

Is this really the case? Is "the governing party in Kenilworth, strong enough to turn the Vicar's heart against a man he had cordially received as a fellow-labourer in the work of the Lord? and has Mr. Cadman, the bishops, and the Archbishops, all joined hands against a man whom the Lord has sent and honored? If this be so; we shall hope that the Great Master designs to employ this zealous servant in another part of the vineyard; and, but for the fact, that "the people" flock by hundreds to hear Mr. Wallis, we should advise him to follow our Saviour's counsel, "if they persecute you in one city, flee ye into another."

But there is much in the Kenilworth Vicar's letters to Mr. Wallis, which breathe a brotherly spirit, and a Christian feeling. Mr. Bickmore, the Vicar, is either a Christian minister wrongly influenced, and frightened with Mr. Wallis's thundering eloquence, or Mr. Bickmore is one of those exceedingly pleasant and quiet ministers, who never having trembled under Sinai's terrors himself, thinks men are to be wooed and won into a profession of Christianity without being raised from the dead; without knowing what it is to have the sentence of death in themselves; or, without being compelled to "fly for refuge to the Hope set before them." We do not decide: further investigation into this subject will develope the features of many characters who now stand in the ministry; and we are persuaded this pamphlet may be useful in dis. covering a great deal that must be purged out of our Churches, before TRUTH can achieve those conquests she is destined to achieve. It is due to Mr. Bickmore, to give one sentence from a letter of his to Mr. Wallis: and the note which Mr. Wallis appends thereto. Mr. Bickmore to Mr. Wallis, says

"I have always protested against your conversion sermons.'" You may be as 'plain' and as simple as possible, 'bold,' 'searching,' and 'spiritual,' without raising such a commotion as you have raised. It is not the gospel the people are offended at, but the manner in which you present it. 'Bold, searching, loving, spiritual, plain preaching of the gospel,' is what we ought all to aim at; you appear to have left out the loving element in your sermons at the church; and hence illa lacryma."

be

such a person, a worthy man, no doubt; you see that he is a minister, but you are reminded of Chesterfield, not of Paul. I can scarcely conceive of his saying a hard thing, unless he agrees with you, and then it is to please you. The terrible words of Scripture would sound strange on his dainty lips. He would weild the sword of the Spirit in the most graceful manner, but will take care not to cut you. His whole manner begs your pardon for the utterance of certain harsh truths. Indeed, he would not have spoken them at all but he was a minister, and he hoped no offence is taken-certainly he intended none. You feel that you would prefer the rough manner of some uneducated but earnest thunderer. Would the preacher make others believe, he must be in earnest, often terribly in earnest, from a deep conviction of the truth of the gospel, of its being the only way of salvation. Any mixture of false gentlemanliness, which savours of doubt, takes off the edge of his discourse, and his hearers will go away feeling that, after all, it is an open question whether Christianity be divine. Do ministers, as much as they should, practice this divine intolerance which lays hold of sinners to pull them out of the fire, the real fire of God's righteous indignation? Does not Satan artfully insinuate into society, especially cultivated society, false rules of propriety and politeness, to make earnestness in religion disreputable, and quiet men in sin ?"

How awfully doth the foolish foppery here referred to, abound even in our churches!

Mr. Wallis having appealed to his own Diocesan without success, put in a powerful appeal to the Archbishop of Canterbury. One portion of that appeal we here give in closing this paper. He says

"I have not been guilty of any breach of ecclesiastical law or discipline; it has been my endeavour to work in harmony with my Incumbent, and with all my heart and soul, in humble dependance upon the Grace of the Holy Spirit, to act up to my ordination vows, by laying aside the study of the world and the flesh, giving myself wholly to the work of winning souls to Christ, and by striving to frame and fashion my own life, and the lives of my family, according to the doctrine of Christ, that we may be wholesome and godly examples, and patterns for the people to follow; and this I have wished ever to do, in all lowliness of mind, not forgetting for a moment the subordinate position I occupy as Curate of the parish."

We have neither heard nor read Mr. Wallis's conversion sermons; but we shall able to weigh them in a future notice. To Mr. Wallis further declares that such an the extract we have made from Mr. Bickmore's letter, Mr. Wallis appends the follow-awakening, and such "a great revival of real ng note:

"I am reminded here of a passage in Dr. Arnold's Life and Correspondence, which may be interesting to my readers :

Speaking of a preacher who is devoted to the cultivation of grace and dignity of address, aspiring rather to be a perfect gentleman, than a kind, frank, sympathizing and earnest min

religion had commenced, as no minister had produced. But the Archbishop could do nothing for him. Mr. Wallis confesses in this pamphlet that he is not "an extreme Calvanist "but we think he is in a fire which will soon burn up all his half-hearted views : and ere long we shall hear his bonds are broken. We shall anxiously watch his future career.

Our Churches, their Pastors, and their People,

"ANOINTING THE PILLAR" AT EATON BRAY.

On! the amazing heights, fathomless depths, and quickening power of the blessed Spirit? boundless lengths, immeasurable breadths of Untold millions of yellow dust, is not worth Almighty love, grace and truth, displayed in compare. Could I possess the crowns of the the salvation of a poor, black, depraved whole universe- grasp the empires of a sinner! Can I ever be pleased or proud with thousand worlds, and shine in earth's honours one so ugly? Did ever Tyburn put an end to more brilliant than the sun, it would not the mortal career of one more blackened with give me half the pleasure as the birth of the poison of every vice than I? Ah! this precious, precious souls. Oh! how blessed to is most decidedly true, that the heir of glory know the word is clothed with majesty and is immortal, till arrested by the eternal power; that the blood-dipped arrows from the Spirit, and brought to Calvary's blood; that eternal throne, drawn by him whose bow still precious, powerful deep, which drowns in abides in strength, are reaching the hearts of everlasting silence sins unnumbered as the the lost sheep of the house of Israel, and sands, and crimes more numerous than the making them say, 'Lord, what shall I do?" stars! By what motive could heaven's purity Ever since the dear Redeemer opened my be moved, to loye eternally, one, of all Adam's mouth, which is now three years, I have felt sons, the most worthless? A debtor indeed such a burning thirst for the salvation of imto glorious grace I am, and shall for ever be. mortal souls, that, at times, I have felt overOh! Gethsemane, and Calvary, how I love whelmed in longings, faintings, and cravings. thee! Where God and man, heaven and hell, Yes! as though come they must; saved they did meet. Eternity's fulness incarnated, must be, or I could not live; and, blessed wrapped in flesh like ours, sighing, groan- be his dear name, he is granting me my ing, bleeding. The Almighty Traveller from request in such a marvellous way, that some heaven's heights of pure unclouded bliss: are almost ready to think, that it cannot be amazed, and in an agony! That cup-ah! my real. But, could they hear as well as me, the soul, in that cup was treasured up the dread- sweet melting strains of blessed experience, ful deep of bitters, which would have taken poured out in such child-like simplicity; so me an eternity to have swallowed. But mine Spirit-glorifying, and Christ-exalting; they was only a part; that vast, numberless throng must acknowledge it to be the finger of God; that shall the throne surround, must all be unless their hearts be adamant, and their souls washed in the precious fountain of his heart. iron. The deep soul trouble through which Death's sting must be drawn; its poison they have to pass; and the blessed word must be extracted, for the many millions who meeting them in all their terrible straits, shall bathe with blissful pleasure in the shore- demonstrates the blessed fact, that Christ is less ocean of eternal love. See that blood- formed in them the hope of glory.' Feeling covered body, and hear the bitter cries: 'being sweetly humbled one day, thinking over what in an agony, he prayed more earnestly: the the Lord was doing, I retired into secret, and blood-hounds of death are smelling out his asked the Lord how it was he chose me to lone retreat. Oh! the dreadful pangs that work by ?-one so weak, ignorant, and insigrend his precious soul, and make him cry-nificant: the least in all my Father's house: my Father! I often think I hear him say, 'my Father! Then, O! how I hate sin! Thou dread monster! how I hate thee! Thou didst mar that lovely visage, and made his Father frown: put out the sun, and overshadowed all the stars; thick darkness above, beneath, and within. One universal frown! Jacob's mount was once lighted up with heaven, but Calvary's hill, how dark! how dreadful! What an eternal tale of infinite

love does the cross tell!

I would be at his feet;

Or near his bleeding side, Feel how his heart doth beat And see the crimson tide! Count all the wonders of his death, And sing his love in every breath." He shall see of the travail of his soul, and be satisfied. Thanks! eternal thanks, to his infinitely precious name, for what he is doing in this corner of the earth. What! Oh, what can be so delightful as to see precious souls raised from the dead by the mighty energy

the greatest sinner in the world: when these words fell into my soul with delightful power

for this very purpose have I raised thee up. I could not speak another word: my heart was too full: I washed his feet with my tears:

I

'Then leaned upon his breast:

Entwined my arms around his heart, And felt it precious rest.'

have my trials, but they are forgotten when Jesus smiles, and are as though they never were. I have been settled down at Eaton Bray about fifteen months; fourteen have been added; seven more will be buried beneath the flood on Lord's-day, October 3rd, making twenty-one in all; a nice little sprinkle. Yes! I believe there are as many more, and I shall be very much mistaken if I don't have the privilege of baptizing them. Should it turn out to be so, I will write you again. I would just say by the way, that we do not bury any but those we have every reason to believe are quite dead. My old master grum