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darkness, by the very means which those powers adopted to defeat him in the moment when the celestial glory that surrounded him during his ministry, and life itself, were withdrawing their last rays from our horizon, to cause the dawn of an immortal day to the long-benighted race of man.

DR. PARR.-Extract from Mr. Field's "Historical and Descriptive Account of the Town and Castle of Warwick, and of the neighbouring Towns and Villages within the Circuit of Ten Miles."-Pp. 364, &c.

"HATTON is a small village, but highly as the chosen residence, for so many past years, of one of the greatest scholars and most enlightened men of the present age. It is hardly necessary to subjoin the name of the Rev. Dr. Parr, of whom it still remains to be regretted, that no literary work has yet proceeded from his pen worthy to trans

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"Yet the following, it must be gratefully acknowledged, is no scanty list of works, with which the learned Doctor has already favoured the public. A Sermon on Education, preached at Norwich. A Sermon called Phileleutheros Norfolciensis, which the writer is said to consider as his best composition. A second and much larger Discourse on Education, with copious notes. These were published during his residence at Norwich.

"Since his residence at Hatton, he has published a Spital Sermon, which, with the notes, would form a common 8vo. volume. A Fast Sermon. A Letter from Irenopolis to the inhabitants of Eleutheropolis. A Letter to a neighbouring clergyman, in which a variety of topics, literary and political are discussed. A yet larger work, addressed to a Co-Editor, in which he vindicates his honour from unjust aspersion, and delivers his opinion upon many interesting topics of literature and criticism. Tracts of Warburton and a Warburtonian, of which the preface and dedication abound with proofs of his erudition, taste and wit; and of which the composition has been much admired. A Latin preface to some learned tracts of Bellendenus. Characters of Charles James Fox, 2 vols. 8vo., of which the first volume closes with a portrait of that greatest of modern statesmen, pleasingly and powerfully delineated by the Editor himself; and the second, consisting wholly of notes, con

mit a name of so much celebrity, with all its due honour, to a distant posterity. The parsonage house, where, in studious and dignified retirement, he has so long resided, is a commodious dwelling, and contains one noble room, built by himself, richly furnished, with an extensive and valuable library, in which a fine collection of all the great works in the department of verbal criticism, classical literature and theology, hold a pre-eminent station.

"At a small distance from the parsonage house is the pleasing village church, in which this very learned

divine performs clerical duty with all

the attentive all the solicitous care of the most exemplary parish priest. The interior is embellished, chiefly by his taste and liberality, with every suitable decoration, especially in the beautiful painted adorned. Of the numerous monuglass with which the windows are mental inscriptions suspended round the walls, several are proved by their classical purity and elegance to be the production of his pen; and of these, three are consecrated to the memory of the members of his own family, all of whom it is his melancholy fate to survive.”

tains, amidst much valuable instruction, on many interesting and important subjects, a masterly discussion of a question in which the justice, the policy and the humanity of this country are equally and highly concerned, viz. the state of its criminal code.

"In the Monthly Review and British Critic, are also several articles from his pen. But he is indebted for much of his literary fame to his great skill in writing Latin and English inscriptions: of which the number already amounts to thirty; and among which, three-to the memory of Mr. Gibbon, Dr. Johnson and Sir John Moore, are highly distinguished; and two

to the memory of Mr. Burke and Mr. Fox,-are said to be written with great effort, but have not seen the light. His manuscript sermons aud discussions upon many points of literature and metaphysics, are known to his friends to be numerous; but he seems to have a peculiar and almost invincible dislike to publication, and there is, uuhappily, a rumour that all his manuscripts are ordered to be destroyed, after his decease.”

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SIR,

July 19, 1823. Sa lay-visitor at the Annual

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ter College, York, I was, in common with every visitor, highly gratified with the whole of the late examination, and the social meetings of the friends of the College held after each day's labour. It is much to be regretted that a more numerous assemblage of the friends and supporters of the College do not attend these interesting periodical meetings. It would, doubtless, be pleasing to the Tutors to have more witnesses of the success attending their indefatigable labours; and the expectation of having to exhibit their attainments before a more numerous assembly would stimulate the students to greater exertions. I may also safely assert, that every subscriber who has the power to attend and yet refrains, deprives himself of a rational and satisfactory enjoyment.

I recollect only one subject of regret at our late meeting, and that was the announcement by our worthy Treasurer of a deficiency in the funds of the College for the present year, which fall short of the expenditure upwards of £200. In consequence of this de-. falcation, four new candidates for admission on the Foundation in the ensuing Session, can only be admitted on condition of their accepting half the usual exhibition. A resolution was also passed, that in future only one student should be admitted on the Foundation for two that went out, until the number was reduced to twelve, unless such addition was made to the income, in the mean time, as should render this measure unnecessary. I hope and trust, for the credit of the Unitarian cause, that we shall never feel a necessity for acting upon this resolution. Surely, it can only be needful to proclaim the want, and the funds will be forthcoming. There is one source of income which has always appeared to me peculiarly appropriate to the support of the College, and of which very little advantage is taken. I allude to stated congrega. tional collections. In the Report read, it appeared that only three of these collections had been made since August last. I know that many of our ministers feel a delicacy about proposing collections to their flocks, and am aware that the motive may be

very praiseworthy, but I also think that it is often carried to an extreme,

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money, like every other act, may become a habit, and the more it is exercised the less irksome in general it will become; we have a striking proof in confirmation of this position in the continual collections made by the Methodists. When it is considered that numerous congregations in our connexion are now profiting by the ministry of York Students, and each in its turn must look to the College for a supply, I cannot for a moment believe that offence could be taken by any person, if the minister of every Unitarian congregation in the kingdom were to give notice of his intention to preach an annual sermon, and make an annual collection, for the benefit of the York College. It is true, that our more opulent brethren have it in their power, and do essentially assist the College, by regular annual subscriptions paid to the deputy treasurers; but what a number of respectable tradesmen and others there are to whom it would be inconvenient to be called upon as regular subscribers, and yet would willingly give their shilling or half crown, as they could afford it, at a chapel collection, and which, I am persuaded, would, in the aggregate, amount to a very considerable sum annually! When we consider the progress divine truth, as we believe it was preached by Jesus and his apostles, is now making at home, and the boundless field opening for Unitarian missions in the East, it is our paramount duty to use every endeavour to enable the College to support double the present number of students on the Foundation, rather than be under the necessity of excluding one well-qualified candidate. Hoping to see this important subject advocated by those possessing far more influence than myself, I remain, &c.

B.

SIR,

July 7, 1823. (p. 351) after the Rev. John Holt, Constant Reader, who inquires (not Hope,) will find (VIII. 576) that he was educated at Glasgow: his tombstone, in Warrington chapel-yard, will probably supply his age, from which a tolerable conjecture may be formed of the time he went to

College; and a reference to the College-records will probably furnish the exact date. The probate of his Will (p. 577) may easily be found at the proper ecclesiastical court, from which, indeed, it seems the names of his rela

tions cannot be learned. The most likely person, now living, to give any additional information concerning him, is Mrs. Barbauld; who lived at Warrington during the whole period of Mr. Holt's residence there. V. F.

POETRY.

Mr. Bowring's "Matins and Vespers."

[A delightful little volume of devotional poetry has been just published by Mr. BoWRING under the above title. Our readers may remember some of them which the author liberally communicated to one of our former volumes. We thank him for giving them to the public, being persuaded that they will cherish the spirit of pure and rational piety in every reader. They display equally the imagination of the poet and the feeling of the Christian. No manual of devotion is better fitted to lie beside the Bible in the closet where prayer is wont to be made to Him that seeth in secret.]

SUNDAY EVENING.

"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide
In me, as ye confide in God; I go
A mansion for my followers to provide
My Father's heavenly dwelling is supplied
With many mansions; I had told ye so,
Were there not room; I hasten to prepare
Your seats, and soon will come again, and say,
Be welcome :-where your Lord inhabits, there,
There should his followers be; ye know the way-
I am the way, the truth, the life."-Twas thus
The Saviour spoke-and in that blessed road,
What flow'rets grow, what sun-beams shine on us,
All glowing with the brightness of our God!
Heaven seems to open round, the earth is still,
As if to sanctify us for the skies;

All tending to the realms where blessing lies,
And joy and gladness, up the eternal hill.
As the heaven-guided prophet, when his eyes
Stretch'd wearied o'er the peaceful promised land,
Even as he stood on Canaan's shores, we stand.
O night! how beautiful thy golden dress,
On which so many stars like gems are strew'd;
So mild and modest in thy loveliness,
So bright, so glorious in thy solitude.
The soul soars upwards on its holy wings,
Thro' thy vast ocean-paths of light sublime,
Visits a thousand yet unravelled things;
And, if its memories look to earthly time
And earthly interests, 'tis as in a dream-
For earth and earthly things but shadows seem;
While heaven is substance, and eternity.
This is Thy temple, Lord! 'tis worthy Thee,
And in it thou hast many a lamp suspended,
That dazzles not, but lights resplendently;
And there Thy court is-there Thy court, attended
By myriad, myriad messengers-the song
Of countless and melodious harps is heard,

Sweeter than rill, or stream, or vernal bird,
The dark and melancholy woods among.
And golden worlds in that wide temple glow,
And roll in brightness, in their orbits vast;
And there the future mingles with the past,
An unbeginning, an unending now.

Death! they may call thee what they will, but thou
Art lovely in my eyes-thy thoughts to me

No terror bring; but silence and repose,

And pleasing dreams, and soft serenity.

Thou wear'st a wreath where many a wild flower blows;
And breezes of the south play round thy throne;
And thou art visited by the calm bright moon;
And the gay spring her emerald mantle throws
Over thy bosom; every year renews

Thy grassy turf, while man beneath it sleeps ;
Evening still bathes it with its gentle dews,
Which every morn day's glorious monarch sweeps
With his gay smile away-and so we lie,
Gathered in the storehouse of mortality.
That storehouse overflows with heavenly seed;
And, planted by th' Eternal Husbandman,
Watered and watched, it shall hereafter breed
A progeny of strength, no numbers can
Or reach or reckon. It shall people heaven;
Fill up the thrones of angels :-it shall found
A kingdom, knowing nor decay nor bound,
Built on the base by gospel promise given.

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Written in a Lady's Album, on her leaving England.

Whether, 'midst Flandria's fertile fields,
The bliss you share that friendship yields;
Or art's, or nature's charms explore,
The boast of some far-distant shore;
Or, rapt with deeds of elder time,
You range Italia's storied clime,
By Tiber's stream, of deathless fame,
Recount full many a mighty name,
And trace, 'midst Rome's degenerate sons,
Their steps, who trod on prostrate thrones:
Where'er you rest, where'er you roain,
Be Albion still your favour'd home.

Clapton, June 23, 1823.

J. T. R.

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