separable connexion with the love of God, and in particular, with a sense of redeeming love, or the love of God in Christ: Yet is there no such principle of universal love any where else to be found? In order to take a short view of this, it will be proper to distinguish our brethren of mankind into the two general classes of bad men and good. As to bad men, the same love to God, the same concern for his glory, which fills the Christian with grief and indignation at their most daring offences, inspires the most ardent desire for their recovery and salvation. This is the only love to them, which is either acceptable to God or profitable to themselves. It will show itself in all the offices of kindness and humanity; in instructing them where there is ability, admonishing them where there is opportunity, and in pleading for them at the throne of grace, to which there is always undisturbed access. The believer, knowing the danger of sin, and having a prospect of approaching eternity, is moved with compassion for blind and inconsiderate sinners. Their conduct leads him to reflect upon the depravity of his own nature, and earnestly to pray, that they may be partakers of divine grace. He that loveth God is under little temptation to hate his brother; or rather, in so far as he loveth God sincerely, he is under none at all. Hatred commonly ariseth from envy and rival pursuits. But a Christian, more than satisfied with his own portion, hath no occasion to envy others, either what they possess or prosecute. In what a contemptible light does he look upon the honours, riches and pleasures, about which there is so violent a struggle among worldly men? It is impossible, therefore, that he should hate those who do not interfere with him, though in many cases he is disposed heartily to pity their folly and delusion. Nay, the matter does not even rest here, for the Christian is laid under the most express command to "love his" personal "enemies, to bless them that curse him, to pray for them who despitefully use him and persecute him." This is the glory of the gospel, which gives the doctrine of Christ a lustre far superior to the most admired systems of human virtue. And however hard a saying it may appear at first view, yet when we consider the character and hopes of a penitent sinner, and the example of his expiring Saviour, it hath nothing strange or incredible in it at all: that he, who expects, from the free grace of God, pardon for his innumerable and aggravated offences, should be ready to forgive the far slighter trespasses of his brethren against himself. Or rather, that he should take the highest pleasure, and think it is honour to do so, when he remembers his Redeemer's dying words, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." As to good men, there is no manner of difficulty: they are united together by the tenderest and the strongest ties, and love one another with a pure heart fervently. It was no wonder, that when Christianity was in a persecuted state, the heathens should make the remark, "Behold how these Christians love one another!" They had a common character, a common Saviour, common sufferings, and common hopes. And must it not be the same still? for "all that will live godly in Christ Jesus, must suffer persecution." If they are not persecuted with the swords, they shall be persecuted with the tongues of men. They have the strongest motives to love one another, and nothing to divide them, for there can be no rivalship or jealousy between those who possess or court the "true riches." There is enough in an all-sufficient God to satisfy the desires of all his saints; and they being intimately united to the one only living and true God, must of consequence be united to one another. This is the tenor of their Saviour's intercessory prayer: "That they all may be one, as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee; that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me. And the glory which thou gavest me, I have given them: that they may be one, even as we are one. I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one, and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them as thou hast oved me." EXTRACT FROM TAYLOR'S ESSAYS IN RHYME. The question is not, if our earthly race Was once enlightened by a flash of grace; If we sustained a place on Zion's hill, And called him Lord,-but if we did his will. What if, in strange defiance of that rule, Made not in Moses', but the gospel school, Shining as clearly as the light of heaven, "They who forgive not shall not be forgiven;' We live in envy, hatred, anger, strife, To others leave the labour and its fruits; Shall we go forth with joy to meet our Enter his kingdom, reap the full reward? -Can such his good, his faithful servants be, Blest of the Father?-Read his word, and see. Miscellaneous. NOTES OF A TRAVELLER. (Continued from p. 240.) Sunday, Sept. 6.-There is to be a grand fête at the Palace and Gardens of St. Cloud to-day. The three first Sabbaths in this month are annually devoted to riot and dissipation in that place. Booths of every description fill the park. The waters of the fountains play, and all kinds of games and exhibitions form a part of the amusements. All Paris, of course, crowd to gaze and partake in the festivity. The scenes which take place when darkness covers the earth, and which are witnessed by that Holy Eye, the glances of which no veil can elude, are not for my pen to describe. I passed the day in my own room, and in the ancient • John xvii. 21, 22, 23. church of the Oratoire, where the Rev. Mr. Wilks performed the ordinary dissenting service, with great talent and fervour. Monday, Sept. 7.-You will readily suppose that on returning to this great metropolis, we found many new and interesting objects, to engross the little time we yet have left to us on this side of the ocean. Some sights we had not seen at all, and others we had examined in such a hurry, that they required further attention. I shall not, however, trouble you or myself with many descriptions, for I am really quite tired of journalizing. Our first business was to secure a passage in the packet which is to sail from Havre, for New York, on the 15th of this month, that is, early next week. The captain is in town, and we were somewhat embarrassed to learn that all the berths in the cabin were engaged; but by the kind intercession of our good friends, Messrs. C. and P., we were afterwards accommodated. Our delay turned out to our advantage, for we obtained two of the best state rooms on board of the ship-a part of the ladies' cabin being partitioned off for our use. Mr. B. C., who has been so useful and kind to us, when on our former visit here, is to be one of the passengers, and has obligingly undertaken to make all necessary arrangements for our departure. I was rejoiced to meet again my young friend, H. R., with whom I parted at Geneva; he accompanied Dr. G. and myself in our rambles this morning. The sight which pleased us most to-day, and the only one I shall notice, was a large and accurate model of the great city of St. Petersburg. I never had any proper idea of the Russian capital before. All the principal buildings are perfectly and elegantly constructed, so as to give a complete miniature of the whole. This pleasing representation of the town, and the fortifications by which it is surrounded, occupies a room, I should say, at least fifty feet square. Tuesday, Sept. 8.-Before I was quite ready for breakfast this morning, I received an unexpected visit from my friend, Dr. Brown, brother to our worthy minister at this court, and whom I parted from on the quay at Dieppe, on the first day of my arrival in France. It was a matter of no small gratification to learn from him, that he intended returning to America in the same packet with us. He men tioned that Mr. and Mrs. L., of New York, were also to be fellow passengers with us, so that we shall have quite an American party. I am therefore relieved from the horror I felt at the idea of being cooped up, for a month or more, with none but the citizens of VOL. IX.-Ch. Adv. this "gay and polite nation." Dr. This evening there is to be a grand entertainment at the garden of Tivoli, which is the Vauxhall of Paris. I saw a magnificent programme of the different spectacles; and as the unrivalled skill of the French in the art of pyrotechny is notorious, we expected to have a fair specimen, at least, of all that could be accomplished in this kind of publick amusement. Having witnessed the exhibitions at Vauxhall, I felt a little desirous of seeing those of Tivoli. The French garden comprises about forty acres of ground, in one of the fauxbourgs of the city. How it appears in the day time, I cannot tell. The walks are said to be bordered with rose bushes, honeysuckles, and orange trees, and discover, as you pass along their windings, an interesting succession of striking objects. The moment we entered the garden, we all felt disappointed. Instead of being dazzled and delighted with the magnificent effect of innumerable lamps of various colours, arranged in all possible figures, as at Vauxhall; the lights. were suspended in clusters on trees, so few and far between, that in many places they only served to make "darkness visible." In one a crowd collected place we saw round a stage, on which some mountebanks were performing; in another, tumblers, rope dancers, and professors of legerdemain, were amusing the spectators with their tricks; on the lawns, numbers were whirled round a ring in cars shaped like swans, or were playing at shuttlecock, and various other games. The amusement called the Mountain was new to me. A carriage, in the form of a ship, is made to descend with great velocity on a rail road, placed on a long and undulating inclined plane, 20 and is then made to rise, by some mechanism, I suppose, to nearly the place from whence it started. It seems to me an exceedingly easy matter to amuse the French people. The things which I have just hinted at, though witnessed by us with the greatest indifference, were enjoyed by the crowd around with the most rapturous expressions of delight: they all manifested the utmost eagerness of curiosity, and frequently uttered impulsive exclamations of surprise. The general gaiety, thoughtlessness, and eccentricity of this people, in the middle and lower ranks of society, must strike every stranger. Being wofully disappointed at what we had already seen, we had not patience to wait till the termination of the grand exhibition of fire works, announced in the programme du spectacle: we took ices, drank lemonade, and sipped orgeat, all to no purpose we found it impossible to remain in this delightful retreat of nature and of art, as they call it, any longer. Wednesday, Sept. 9.-The business of getting our passports through the police office, occupied a considerable portion of to-day. One of the strongest recollections which an American traveller through Europe will feel on his return home, will be, the character and deportment of police officers, and the incidents connected with his passport. Many delightful impressions and feelings, produced by interesting objects, many amusing occurrences, and many casual intimacies, will all fade away; but the memory of the passport, and its long train of attendant annoyances, "will flourish in immortal youth." I hope one day to show you this European Souvenir of mine, embellished with at least twenty engravings, showing the art of seal cutting, or die sinking, in various sections of the continent. The numerous specimens of chirography which it contains, are also highly curious and amusing. When framed, I think it will be quite as attractive as any Keepsake or Forget Me Not, on the parlour table. tle Thursday, Sept. 10.-My litcommercial transactions in this city were settled to-day, and my books, philosophical apparatus, chemical materials, and objects of natural history, were all packed, and ready to be sent off to Havre. I now feel that I have done with Paris, and am as anxious to be on board of ship, and to be rolling on the billows of the ocean, as I have ever been to escape from them. In passing along the streets I noticed an unusual number of beggars lounging about the door of a chapel, which induced me to enter the building. A larger concourse of people were collected together than I had ever before seen in a Catholic church. They were celebrating mass for the dead. The chapel was hung in black, and the burning candles, silver crucifixes, and other ornaments, produced a fine contrast, and rather a solemn effect. The measured and slow chaunts of the priests had in them neither much music nor devotion, and so indifferent and unconcerned were they at the service, that many of them smiled and nodded to their acquaintances standing near. In all the religious exercises of the Catholic church which I have witnessed in this country, I have never seen any thing like devout behaviour in the officiating individuals; their parts appear to be performed in a mechanical and business-like manner, without a single sentiment of devotion. Friday, Sept. 11.-To-day was occupied principally in visiting and receiving visits from our friends. Those of French origin gave us but little trouble, one way or the other. This gay nation are not troubled on many occasions with much real feeling, and they pro nounced our parting bon voyage, with as much indifference, as if it had been a bon jour. One of the last sights which Dr. G. and myself visited, was an immense hollow globe, I should think sixty or eighty feet in diameter: all the lakes, mountains, rivers, seas, and islands, of our terraqueous ball, were beautifully and accurately delineated upon it. We ascended by a delicate spiral staircase round the axis of the globe, to a circular gallery near the centre. On the vast concave translucent map which was spread around us, we could distinctly trace the interesting tour which we had performed through England, France, and Switzerland; but, the shoals in the mouth of the Seine, the dangers of the British channel, and the vast reach of the Atlantick ocean, over which we were yet to pass before we could reach our friends, were still more interesting. The city of our birth was marked in large letters, and fancy's eye could plainly distinguish our very homes. While gazing thus in silence on this pictorial representation of our native country, to which we were now about to return, a peculiar thrill was felt in every nerve, and the following lines of Scott trembled on my tongue: Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own-my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, When home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand? Saturday, Sept. 12.-Early this morning the Baron Ferussac called upon me, and made a thousand apologies for not being more attentive during my residence in Paris, which I of course regretted, "in due manner and form, as in such case made and provided." We conversed for some time on the natural history of the United States, and I engaged to pass the hour from twelve to one, in looking over his cabinet; which promise I put myself to some inconvenience to perform. The only interesting object in Paris now left for us, is the Royal Messagerie, from which the diligences emanate to all parts of France, and from which we expect to set out at five o'clock this afternoon. It is the first real French sight in this great capital which astonishes the stranger, and the last which seriously annoys him. The scenes which occur here daily are often exceedingly ludicrous; always anfusing to the mere lookers-on, and always vexatious to those who are obliged to form a part of the dramatis personæ. Many strangers in Paris frequently pay this place a visit, for the amusement it is almost sure to afford. People from all parts of Europe are usually collected here; each individual being in a great bustle, and uttering his grievances about luggage and friends in his own tongue. There you may see a group of dancing Frenchmen, with their fiddles, and dogs, and parrots; here a sorrowful looking set of Dutch women, surrounded by raggamuffin children; there John Bull blusters and swears prodigiously, in a huge box coat; here vast volumes of smoke issue from the mouth and pipe of the more quiet German; then the porters, lugging up vast loads of queer kinds of baggage to the tops of the diligences; the postillions limping along in their bobtail coats and heavy boots, and the ostlers yelling at their horses, all present a scene which neither the pencil of could fairly delineate. With the Hogarth, nor the pen of Crabbe Messagerie Royale I commenced my picture of this city, and with it I now conclude my sketch. Havre de Grace, France. Monday, Sept. 14.-We left Paris on Saturday afternoon at five o'clock, and arrived here late last night, I need scarcely say after a very tedious and fatiguing journey. Our first stage was to Rouen, the capital of Normandy, which place |