tion of it to their own communion. Papist is, undoubtedly, their most appropriate designation, for it implies an acknowledgment of the Papal supremacy and infallibility, which they alone believe; and the learned Bossuet, and others of their best writers, were not ashamed to use it. In the days of those authors, indeed, it was not in such bad odour as it is at present, and this is the real cause of the modern Romanists' anxiety to get rid of it: but unless their character is altered, they will gain nothing by changing their name. There are countries where even the word Catholic is as odious as ever the term Papist was in Europe; and wherever the light and liberty of the gospel shall predominate, no mere appellation will shield the darkness and tyranny of Rome from general abhorrence.

1 See Smith and Dwight's Missionary Researches in Armenia, page 392, &c.

We know not what those heaven-illuming orbs
May be; to us-but mysteries that roll
And shine. Yet none upon them ever gazed
Whose eye could gather beauty for the soul
To feed on, nor within him felt a flush
Of admiration spreading o'er the mind
Till it became a mirror of delight,
Reflecting back the glory that it hail'd.

Montgomery

Review of Books.

THE HISTORY OF CHRISTIANITY IN INDIA, From the Commencement of the Christian Era. By the Rev. James Hough, M. A., F. C. P. S. Perpetual Curate of Ham, late Chaplain to the Hon. East India Company at Madras. Seeley and Burnside.

WE should agree with the Author that the title of his book was a misnomer, had we not the promise of two additional volumes, to treat of the progress of Christianity in India, as the two before us do of Anti-Christianity. The history, so far, is nearly confined to the doings of Popery in the east: and we rejoice that so able a narrator as Mr. Hough, possessed of such invaluable and incontrovertible materials for the work, has undertaken this task. His object, as appears by an important Preface, is to vindicate Protestantism from the libellous aspersions of the crafty men who have come forward as the historians or the eulogists of their Romish brethren in the Indian Mission. The extreme mildness of Mr. Hough's language, and the moderation of temper and

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REV. R. MONTGOMERY'S POETICAL WORKS. feeling that characterizes his work, even where relating the most nefarious transactions of the apostacy, will commend the book to those whose tenderness shrinks from using the homely language, and repeating the plain assertions of scripture concerning Babylon the great. Mr. Hough has ably apologized, in the Preface, for not using the term ' Catholic,' in reference to the members of the Romish church. This our readers will find at page 73 of the present number. Altogether, these volumes are amongst the most important we have seen for a long time past.

THE POETICAL WORKS of the Rev. R. Montgomery, A.M. Oxon. New Edition, carefully revised by the Author. Glasgow: Symington and Co.

THREE beautiful little volumes have successively appeared, comprising each one of the larger and several of the smaller of the Rev. Robert Montgomery's poems. It seems that another, under the title of 'Immanuel, or Sacred Contemplations,' is to follow. Of an author so well known, and so justly appreciated, we need say no more than that we are among the warm admirers of his truly poetical genius, and have watched with gladness of heart the progressive conformity of his thoughts and expressions to the mind that was in Christ Jesus. We look for greater things yet at the hand of Mr. Montgomery; one of that name ranks high as a Christian lyrist; but the junior poet takes a higher and more lengthened flight in the wide space of poesy. Thanks be to God that

he is receding more and more from the volcanic fires that once attracted him, and now in every circle that he takes approximates nearer to the Sun of righteWe wish him God speed.

ousness.

SERMONS by the late Rev. Charles Neat, Curate of Hatfield, Herts, and formerly British Chaplain, at Leghorn. Seeleys.

IN publicly noticing a book we are aware it must be viewed on the ground of its intrinsic merits as a book yet it is impossible to separate these pages from the personal character, the very aspect of their beloved, lamented author. If ever there was a man in whose heart glowed love to Christ, love to the brethren, love to his country, zeal for God's glory, and an unbounded desire that all should come to the knowledge of the truth, such a man was Charles Neat and if ever these precious characters were so vividly impressed on the countenance and outward bearing of an individual as to be known and read of all men, they were thus legible on him. Such as he was are also, the discourses now published: earnest, affectionate, impressive, animated, and touched with the unction from above, without which their value would have been as nothing, yea less than nothing and vanity, in the estimation of their devoted preacher. They inculcate throughout the spirit of devotion, of humility, and of sure confidence in the love of God through his dear Son, that prompted the last words of this beloved brother-the only words he uttered after receiving the sudden summons by

being violently dashed from his gig when on the way to plead his Master's cause at a missionary meeting, "O Heavenly Father, forgive my sins for Jesus Christ's sake our Lord!"

We earnestly hope that the circulation of this precious book will be such as at once to gratify and to benefit the bereaved survivor of one whose claims as a man, a minister, a missionary, and an English Protestant, in the highest and holiest sense of all those words, are imperative on every one who has grace to appreciate them.

RAMBLES IN THE SOUTH OF IRELAND during the Year 1838. By Lady Chatterton. 2 vols. Saunders and Otley.

WONDERS will never cease: here is a lady, a titled English lady, a lady moreover rendered doubly delicate, and by courtesy allowed to be fastidious, through indisposition, actually entrusting herself among the barbarous Irish of the south and southwest, without any misgivings as to her personal safety! 'Under a competent escort of resolute male friends and trusty servants, well armed for her defence, and guarding her close carriage, her ladyship might, in order to enhance the subsequent delight of conscious security, venture to post along the most public roads in the middle of the day'- Alas, no. Such was her unheard-of temerity, that we find Lady Chatterton jaunting it over the wildest mountain tracks on a veritable Irish car; or, more appalling still, separating from the gentlemen of her party,