ters of religion
thus shape their conduct, with a view to worldly success, what chance
have they of regenerating the world? If such things be done in the green
tree, what may we not expect in the dry? A teacher of living
Christianity surely should be the last to desert a cause, merely because
it is weak, and unfashionable, and poor!

As a writer, Mr. Dale has been most untiring. His first poem came out in
1820. It was the 'Widow of Nain,' and was read with delight in religious
circles. In 1822 he published another poem, called 'Irad and Adah, a
Tale of the Flood; with Specimens of a New Translation of the Psalms.'
About this time the poetic inspiration appears to have died, for since
only a few occasional verses have appeared from Mr. Dale's pen, and
henceforth he seems to have betaken himself to prose. In 1830 he
published a volume of 'Sermons, Doctrinal and Practical;' in 1835, 'The
Young Pastor's Guide;' in 1836, 'A Companion to the Altar;' in 1844, 'The
Sabbath Companion;' in 1845, 'The Good Shepherd: an Exposition of the
23rd Psalm;' in 1847, 'The Golden Psalm, being an Exposition, Practical,
Experimental, and Prophetical, of Psalm xvi.' Besides these
publications, he has printed several occasional sermons. He has now
attained a high position in the Establishment, which certainly can boast
few more faithful or laborious men. Originally not intended for the
Church, his subsequent success has justified his devotion of himself to
her service. Altogether his lot has been cast in 'pleasant 'places,' and
he has had 'a goodly heritage.'

THE HON. AND REV. R. LIDDELL.

St. Paul's, Knightsbridge, has done what it is a very hard thing to do,
created a sensation in this our phlegmatic and eating and drinking and
money-making and merry-making age. It professes to be a Puseyite, and
not a Protestant, place of worship. Puseyism, says a red-haired Saxon,
foaming with indignation, is next door to Roman Catholicism, and a
Puseyite Church is half-way to Rome. True, my perturbed brother--true.
But what of that? Some are inclined to think that Church of Englandism
is akin to Roman Catholicism, and that all its churches are halfway to
Rome. That brutal old tyrant, Henry the Eighth, was a Roman Catholic at
heart, and had faith in himself as an infallible Pope. His genuine
daughter did the same. Laud, who lacked the discretion of that
strong-minded woman whose

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