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for evil consciously perpetrated; but there is needed also the faculty of memory, to retain the knowledge that inay have been acquired. Without memory, remorse would be unfelt, and punishment must be a nullity ; for the suffering included in punishment would lose its penal character if the memory of the guilt that called for it were lost. Each pang endured would be for. gotton as soon as felt; the consciousness, and indeed the entire being of the sufferer, would all be concentrated in the passing instant. The future is unseen ; the past, were memory extinct, must be a blank. But memory lives in every bosom, and memory cannot die.

It lives beyond the death-pang and beyond the grave. "Son, remember I cried the father of the faithful to the spirit of the rich man tormented in bell. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood !" sing the ransomed around the throne of the Lamb in heaven; plainly showing that in heaven and in hell memory still lives, and will live for ever, growing probably in clearness, in strength, and in vivacity, as rolling ages move on. The existence and the per: ennial vigor of memory warn us of a coming retribution, and fit also for a full appreciation of its power. It needs, then, but the presence of some adequate prompter to memory, to awaken it to life and action to spread before it some imperishable record of the past; and this will produce a complete recognition of every item, prepare

the man to meet the full force of retri. bution, and thus render that retritution certain ! But,

7th. This imperishable record of the past, the material universe is, by the very laws of nature, so arranged as that it shall certainly furnish ; and in so doing it yields convincing evidence to establish the certainty of retribution, full and comp'ete, beyond the possibility of a doubt.

For, what the police is in a vigilant human government, that the very elements around us are in the government of God. The laws of nature will, on man's last trial, furnish witness to convict him.

A rigid mathematical demonstration might be adduced to establish this fact. When you move, each foot-fall shakes the

, earth. When you act, you stamp the image of your emotion on your own spirit, and upon the face of the physical uviverse itself. When you speak, you breathe forth your own soul upon the ele. ments, and you send it abro'd bearing the impress of the passion that agitates it, subtle as thought, and indestructible as space. Our inner spirit is a se!f-registering instrument. The passing moments are time's leaves, each catching and retaining à history, daguerreotyped, fixed for ever,--borne on and on to the grand archives of eternity, there laid up safe in the reposi. tory of the Almighty, and constituting the books” out of which men shall be judged!

Look now at the facts, and ponder them well!

Take your stand by the side of a tranquil lake. Throw into it a pebble, and mark the result. From the point where that pebble strikes the water, you see the circling ripple spread, and enlarge and widen, ripple beyond ripple, wave beyond wave until the agitated water breaks in tiny waves upon the distant banks. A little reflection will satisfy you, that as that stone sinks to the bottom of the lake, every single atom included in the entire mass of water in that lake is forced out of its place, and the whole is agitated, until each particle settles in a new position, different, both positively and relatively, from that which it held before. In like manner, when a ship founders at sea, nay, when a corpse is cast overboard into the deep, not only is

, the water immediately around that foundering ship, or that sinking body, agitated and displaced, but the motion extends and spreads far as ocean reaches; and it affects the waters of the ocean on its remotest shores, in its deepest estuaries, and in all the streams that empty into it, though to our imperfect perceptions that motion is lost long ere it reaches the nearest shore. Now, the effect of that agitation and displacement of the particles of ocean's waters must tell on the position and mutual relation of each particle of all those waters, and that through all coming duration. After such agitation each particle occupies a new position, different from what it previously held : on the next agitation its starting point is different from what it would have been otherwise ; its point of after subsidence and rest is therefore different; and so of the next succeeding agitation, and the next, and the next,-and so on indefinitely through all coming ages. This, then, must be one of the almost innumerable elements that enter into the problem which must be solved, if you would demonstrate the condition of things, the final result of all the influences brought to bear upon the ocean, from its first production up to the ultimate examination.

So also the air of our atmosphere is a fluid, subjected to laws analogous to those affecting all other fluids.

Sound is the effect on our organs of hearing, produced by the circling waves of air in motion. The crashing thunder, the booming of artillery, the sharp crack of the riše, are familiar illustrations. At sea the discharge of a cannon can be beard for many miles. It agitates the air, the waters, nay, the solid earth itself. The comparatively feeble sound of yon organ's pedal bass can be not only heard at the distance of several furlongs, but to a person walking at a distance of some hundreds of yards, when those notes are sounded, the effect on the solid earth' itself is felt in the trembling of the ground beneath his feet as he treads. Does this effect stop where man ceases to perceive it?

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No, it rolls on and on, till its spirit-like echoes break on the shores of distant worlds unseen.

You raise in full chorus a hymn to the praise of God. To the ear of man that sound is lost at no very great distance ; but it dies pot there. The waves of sound roll on, spreading wide. ly, and yet more widely, until they break in sweetly echoing ripples on the ear of angels; till they roll in spirit-breathing waves to the foot of the eternal throne.

The man of God retires to his closet for prayer ; the sons of riot are loud in mirth and boistorous in revelry and blasplemy ; in softest tones the lover breathes into the ear of the loved one the vows of affection. These words of prayer, these tones of blasphemy, or of ardent love, roll on the ever-moving waves that traverse all space, outlast all time, awaken the echoes of eternity, and they must hereafter meet the speaker, an imper. ishable evidence of his emotions—the undying echoes of his uttered thoughts! But if the air and the ocean be thus impressible to acts, and tenacious of the impression once made, equally so is the solid earth. If the heaving's of vast earthquakes must communicate motion to each particle of the globe, so too does the spring of the tiger, and the tiny foot-fall of the infant.

Take a capacious vessel ; fill it with large stones, and inspect it when carefully suspended at some distance from the ground, Ascertain its precise weight, and measure exactly its distance from the ground. Now abstract one large stone, and you at once perceive the effect. Its weight is diminished, and it rises a perceptible distance higher above the ground !

Next, place a similar vessel suspended like the other, but filled with sand; with fine dust, or with wheat flour. Ascertain pre. cisely its weight, and its exact distance above ground. Abstract now one grain of sand, or one single particle of dust, or of the flour. Your closest scrutiny fails to detect any change in the weight of what is left in the vessel, or any change in its elevation above the earth. Yet you know with certainty that a change has been produced in both these respects, by the abstraction of even one single particle of dust. The weight is diminished and the vessel has risen, although your senses are too limited, and your finest instruments are too imperfect to enable you to measure or even to perceive the change. so, also when you throw a pebble up into the air, and it falls again, just as truly as when huge rocks, dislodged from the mountain's summit, fall crashing down Alpine gorges, motion is communi. cated by the eoncussion to every particle of the solid globe, and the earth itself vibrates in its progress along its orbit. The effect may be infinitesimal, but it is real ; and its consequences on every particle of the vast globe remain for ever. The globe itself retains, through all its countless atoms, the apportioned shares of the motion so impressed upon each one. Each single atom lies in a new position, a new point of departure for the next motion that shall be impressed upon it, and the next, and the next, through all after ages ?

Each passing day, then, each striking hour, each fleeting mo ment, bears thus its record to the imperishable archives of eter: nity. These are the deposits of a man's life left in the accumulating strata of time. They are the fossil remains of man's spirit, the casts of his passions and emotions that will be disinterred in the researches of the great day!

Further still: No one thought, no one emotion dies in the memory; it becomes a part of the soul, and it is imperishable as eternity. Memory holds it all; farled it may be, ay, almost lost here ; but eternity is the grand chemistry that shall bring out the secret writing, fresh as at first, indelible and eternal, and and conscience will recognize its identity,

It might at first view be supposed, that since so many various influences have been, through all time, exerted upon the waters of the sea,-as, e. g., islands rising and being again submerged, ships cleaving the billows in every direction, storms sweeping over the surface of the deep,--the effect of all this must be a result so complicated, that it is as good as lost. To our limited ca pacity it may appear so, but in reality it is not so. The final result is made up of all the results of these several influences. No one of them is lost! Were any of them wanting, the final issue were different. One Mind there is that can and does trace all these numerous and complicated influences, and understand perfectly the final result.

So also, amid all the waves of motion affecting the air around us, the earth we tread on, and each object holding a place upop it, wave meeting wave, influence crossing influence, the determi nation of the final result, as that result shall be presented in the aspect of nature, in the condition of our bodies, and in that of all the several members and particles of which our body is made ap, would present simply a problem of compound forces affect ing a certain given quantity or condition of things. A problem far too vast and complicated for us now to solve. To God all is plain. Even to angelic minds it may present a problem not too complicated for comprehension ; because, though these influences are numerous and complicated, they are not infinite, they are limited, and they may therefore be comprehended by created minds: but if so, it is at least possible—it is not indeed improbablethey may yet be comprehended by us, when in eternity the dei posits of time shall be disinterred, and we shall see the successive imprints of all our several acts and thoughts in life, shall gaze on the living portrait of each emotion, and shall hear the resuscitated echo of each word we have ever uttered; for, says the Son of God

himself, " There is nothing hid that shall not be manifested;" and “What ye have spoken in darkness shall be heard in the light."

The art of man can, even now, catch and delineate the features of our countenance, with the expression they wear at any moment, and can fix the likeness permanently there. That likeness the artist does not create ; it is there already, floating in the sun-beam ; the artist has merely found the means of ascertaining its existence, catching, and retaining it. So the skill of Go: has made the very elements his instruments, and every moment, as it flees away to join the ages past, bears with it a daguerreotyped likeness of the man, soul and body both, and fixes it forever. Every object is a plate, and the world itself is a great gallery of historical paintings, each true to the life.

Ohi when this moral chemistry, which is continually operating, has at length done its work, and the process is complete. what a task to look on the result, and there to see our life's history, in all its minutest points, depicted with unerring truth, stamped on air, on earth, on sea, and on every object around us, and stamped on the soul itself!

In the cycles of by-gone ages, the rolling floods of ante-Adamic oceans bore away and deposited beneath the comminuted wrecks of the worlds they had inhabited, race after race of former occu pants of earth and its waters, and deposited them in succcessive series, layer above layer. In subsequent ages these strata of fossil races were by fresh convulsions of the globe cast up, and they are now laid bare to our inspection. They are gazed upon now, the medals of creation, as they have been felicitously designated, a palpable evidence of the life, the habits, and the condition of earth-born races, long, long since passed away!

So now the waves of time are continually bearing away, and depositing in due order, in a regular series, the debris of this moral world, the impress of our thoughts, and words, and actions, borne away and deposited on the shores of eternity,—the fossils of our deeds, the buried remains of our passing existence, the imperishable evidence of the successive stages reached in our spiritual development; i. e., in the progress of our moral being, good or evil.

To use the language of another, (see Babbage, the ninth Bridgewater Treatise, Chap. IX., pp. 113, 114, 119,) who has, I find, anticipated me in this idea, which, until I met with this passage, I did really suppose had originated with myself :

“ Thus considered, what a strange chaos is this wide atmosphere we breathe! Every atom, impressed with good and with ill, retains at once the motions which philosophers and sages have imparted to it, mixed and combined, in ten thousand ways, with all that is worthless and base. The air itself is one vast library, on whose pages are forever written all that man has said,

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