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POETRY.
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tbey have / no evil thoughts , murders , blasphemies . " Rom . i . 17 , « The just shall live by faith . ' How shall the unjust live ? By the strength of tbeir arm , and the power
of their mi ^ ht ? " Heb . tl \\' . 2 , c The joy that was set before him . ' This was the joy that is in heaven over sinners that repent . If those that repent not are made eternally miserable , for one joy there must be many
sorrows . " 1 John iii . 8 , ' The Son of God was manifested , that he might destroy the works of the devil . ' Jesus came ^ to destroy the works of the devil , not to render them immortal . " —iv . 9 , ' In this was manifested , ' &c . I * was from God ' s love be sent his Son :
God ' s love could injure no one . There are some curious speculations on the communication of spiritual life by baptism $ on the preservation of the fallen angels in existence till their
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AN OI > E BY THE REV . W . JL . BOWLES , Vung ^ at his Church , of Br em hill , Wilts on the Funeral qf the Princess Char totte . I . Lo ! where youth and beauty lie , Cold within the tomb ! As the Spring ' s first violets die , WitherM in their bloom .
IIO ' er the young and bury'd Bride Let the cypress wave—A kingdom ' s hope , a kingdom's pride Lie hid in yonder grave .
III . Place the vain-expected child , Gently near her breast ! It never wept , it never smil'd , But seeks its mother ' s * rest .
IV . Hark \ we hear the general cry ! Hark ! the passing- bell ! A thousand , thousand bosouis sigh A long * and last farewell .
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THE MOST DESOLATE WOMAN IN THE WORLD . [ Froiu the Lament of the Emerald Ijsle ^ by Charles Phillips , Esq . ] But lo —« . wanderer , far awayy Neglected and reviled—Vod exile mourns her only stay , Her own , her darliBfi- child . —*
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places are filled up by the same number of redeemed men ; and other deep things of a similar description : also a demonstration a priori of the existen ce , personality and divinity of the Son and Holy Spirit , which is particularly edifying . The appendix consists of extracts from Jeremy Taylor , Barrow * &c . on the doctrine of Eternal
Torments , which certainly appears quite as repulsive and horrible in the statements of its advocates as in those of its opponents . We must now take leave of this " Member of the Church
of England , " by expressing our admiration of that spirit of inquiry , boldness and benevolence by which his book is characterized . It deserves praise , notwithstanding the frequent admixture of these qualities with ignorance and absurdity . X .
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Mothers of England—when , at night , Upon the bended knee , Your heart invokes a God of light , To guard your children ' s infancy—Oh ! spare one pitying prayer for her , The widowed , childless , royal wanderer Her sire in a foreign land was laid ,
While glory mourn'd her brother—Her nuptial wreath just bloomM to fade—O ' er life ' s sad ruin but one ray strayed-Still , still she was a mother . And , tho' a pilgrim , and alone , The heir , and outcast , of a throne ,
Lured from her awn , her native home , v The home of early life , And doomed in stranger realms to roam A widow ! yet a wife ! Still one sweet vision every woe beguiled—• Still Hope ' s bright ang-el pointed to her child .
Departed Spirit , beam thy light . On thy poor mother ' s tears---Starless and dreary is the night , Of her declining years—See her of every hope bereft , i How desolate—bow lone——All that hate her only left
And all that loved her , gone—Friend , father , mother , brother brave , Are now with thee in the silent grave . Poor wanderer !—in thy heart's distress God pity thee ! How rayle * s is thy wretchedness ! How desolate thy royalty ! *^^^^^^^^ BBMWM ^^^^^^^^^ ¦
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738 Poetry . — -An Ode on the Funeral of the Princess Charlotte
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1817, page 738, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2471/page/42/
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