ingenious author, whether such a continuance of peace depends so entirely upon this country as he seems to think? We are of a contrary opinion. Experience convinces us, that foreign influence and internal treachery are never likely to cease embroiling that country in war, for a long space together. Mr. Cockburn, who appears to have made politics his favourite study, ventures some opinions as to the state of Europe, which we neither think are well-founded, nor quite consistent with the subject of his enquiry. The present state of Hindostan is considered with more precision and stated with more coolness and accuracy. This part of the dissertation will be read with pleasure and profit. In the second, our author discusses the question of the means of diffusing the light of Christianity through out the eastern world. Sir William Jones, it is well known, had but faint hopes in any human means, and a living author, Dr. Tennant*, who was one of his Majesty's chaplains in India, has offered very strong reasons indeed for believing, that an attempt to convert the Hindoos is utterly impracticable. Mr. Cockburn, though he admits the difficulty of the task, will not abandon it as impossible to be effected. With considerable ingenuity he avails himself of the ceJebrated five human causes assigned by Gibbon, for the original propagation of Christianity; and he recommends the application of the same in some degree to the present case. The universal conduct of Europeans in India is deservedly censured, and justly considered as one great obstacle to the circulation of the Christian faith; which is not likely to gain proselytes, when the lives of its professors are so very opposite to its principles and precepts. Mr. Cockburn recommends that no cadets, or persons employed in the Company's service, should be sent out till they have attained the age of twenty-one, and have been properly educated. As a new seminary is about to be established by the Company for this purpose, of which the learned and reverend Mr. Henley is to be president, we hope that the evils here complained of will in a great measure be removed. There is another point mentioned by Mr. Cockburn, which we also wish to see taken up by Go vernment and the East India Company, and that is the * In his Indian Recreations, 2 vols. lately published. necessity necessity of a church government in Hindostan. It is surprising that we should have bishops in Canada and Nova Scotia, places so thinly peopled, and none in India, where our establishments are so great, and our dominions so extensive, It is here also recommended to adopt the advice of Sir William Jones, namely, to translate such chapters of the prophets as are indisputably evangelical into Sanscrit and Persian: to which Mr. Cockburn would add some parts of the historical scripsures. There are some other judicious observations well deserving attention, and the whole dissertation will abundantly repay the reader for the perusal. POETRY. Dr. TRAPP'S ADDRESS to YOUNG PERSONS. But still with innocence: hear nature's voice, Į But nature uncorrupt: her law obey, As subject to reveal'd religion's sway. And that (so good and bounteous is thy Lord) The thought of death will never give thee pain. Nor be thy soul beguil'd of heay'n's reward, If 1 If vicious it be found, close not thy eyes, Is a good conscience, than a good estate. More terrible is guilt's invenom'd smart, Than all the pangs that wring the dying heart. Sin brought forth death; death lives by sin alone; ODE, on CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION. E From the Greek. NOUGH of Pagan idle toys; Change the strings and raise the voice, To sacred notes the lyre apply'd, Hail the KING! the crucify'd! Of wonders thou eternal store! By man, or spirits bless'd on high, How the living God could die! His well-lov'd son the Father chose, } Hell Hell and the grave are captives led, Of the slain and of the slay'r, His gentle head he meekly bends, Not purchas'd from the Tyrian shore, His vital drops for thee he spares, Canst thou, mortal! grudge thy tears? Then, free from this polluted dust, TH NIGHT. HE clock struck twelve, o'er half the globe Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod, Treading, as if in fear he trod, Distill'd his poppies far and wide. JEALOUSY, his quick eye half-clos'd, C. |