For the Hopkinsian Magazine. A POEM, SPOKEN SEVERAL YEARS AGO, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF A LITERARY SO CIETY. Ir poets, as we're told, are born, not made, But practice weaves the woof, and gives the dye. When tun'd a harp, that ne'er has known a lay, Tho' rude the numbers, yet the theme's refined- While cultivating the luxuriant soil, Where sheaves of Science richly pay the toil. What's virtue? Not that stern, relentless thing, Shall the mere absence of disgraceful crime, Who would apply the names of heat and light, Pride, avarice, ambition, when combin'd, As ballanc'd powers produce a show of peace, Assimilated to the ETERNAL MIND, In whom no darkness dwells, but light and love, By virtue purifi'd, the soul of youth, A mind, that claims its kindred to the sky. Far nobler motives actuate his soul, Sloth, passion, appetite, and lust, controul. Which through the vari'd works of nature shine, And "look through nature, up to nature's God;" In that chief product of creation's week, The human mind, in God's own image wrought, The power, the laws, the viewless flight of thought; The faculty of knowing good from ill, The exercise, spontaneous, of the will, Which freedom give, and man, the creature, bind To love and serve the UNCREATED MIND. Knowledge the means, his highest end and aim, And aid them in their progress to the skies. Thus Spencer rose, that youth of lovely mien, If measured by his deeds, though short his span, Vice, foe to Science, clouds the mental eye And dreams of good and great, which promise fair, Why weepest thou, Philander? Tell thy grief: To vent thy sorrow may afford relief. "I had a son-Comely in form the child, Of genius bright and disposition mild. Scarce Science' steep ascent begun to mount ; Then teach his tongue prophane discourse to use, Truth sent from heaven, with folly's shaft's assail. Allur'd in dissipation's round to reel, Reason dethron'd, his conscience turn'd to steel, Whose steps are death, and hell her lustful bed, He wastes the golden hours of youthful prime. here Extinguish'd by disease the vital flame, Death's dark oblivion shrouds his guilt and shame. Reverse the picture. View that happy pair. For whom ascended many a fervent prayer. Drank dews of grace, and shunn'd of vice the blight. O, then, ye sages, who, with honour due, With firmness, from her consécrated haunt, No longer from her altars, let arise The foul perfume of human sacrifice. Her fountains, teaming with Castalian dews, With purifying particles infuse, Whence streams, like that, which wealth to Egypt yields, ORIGIN OF TRANSUBSTANTIATION. "About the year 830, a new and famous controversy sprang up, relating to the holy Eucharist. Pascarius Radbert, abbot of Corbey, published a book concerning the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper; in which he maintained, that after the priesthood consecrated the elements of bread and wine, nothing remained of them but the eternal figure, and that under this, the real body of Christ was locally present. He further affirmed, that this sacramental body of Christ was the very same, that had been born of the Virgin, that had suffered upon the cross, and that arose from the grave. This unheard-of doctrine created general astonishment and as it was full of the most palpable absurdity, one would have thought it would have been universally exploded. Yet such was the force of sophistry, priestcraft and superstition, in those ages of ignorance, that it met with many abettors. Novel and ridiculous as the doctrine was, the Church of Rome espous el and defended it; till, at last, it was established as a fundamental article of the Catholic creed. Yet there were many, who warmly opposed the introduction of this monstrous tenet. Charles the Bald appointed some learned divines to examine the subject, and to explain it in a just and proper way. This order of the Emperor, was executed, in a masterly manner, by Johannes Scotus, a writer, who surpassed most of his cotemporaries in knowledge, perspicuity, and precission. Ile plainly declared, and endeavoured, by dear, irrefragable arguments, to evince, that the consecrated bread and wine in the Eucharist, are only signs and symbols of the absent body and blood of the Lord. Whilst he showed, that they were represented solely in a figurative manner by the sacred elements; he also pointed out the unanswerable objections, which lie against the strange doctrine of transubstantiation." From the Christian Mirror. SICK BED DELUSION. Mr. Cummings For many years I have considered sick bed repentance one of the greatest delusions of the age. I here state a matter of fact, as follows :-A woman was sick with a fever, and when thought to be near death she seemed to have clear views of heaven and full assurance of her interest in Christ. No doubt the fever and medicine she took stimulated her nerves, yet all considered her sane, and had she died, she would probably have gone out of the would rejoicing. The Clergyman, who attended her in sickness, afterwards called upon her to learn the state of her mind. She observed, that nothing in particular had taken place; and was astonished when he related to her the views she expressed, her pray. ers and conversations and the great religious joy she manifested in her sickness, She assured him, that she had been wholly unconscious of every thing of this kind that had passed her lips, and that she was much in the same state of mind as she was before her sickness, which was a state of unbelief. When will Christians and ministers learn to be more cautious in pronouncing a sick bed repentance a sound one! Fever, medicine, and wines all act on the nervous system, and when there is such an excitement through the whole frame, but little can be known of the real state of the patient's mind, whether he be filled with high religious joy, or depressed with fearful forebodings of a miserable end. It infinitely concerns every one in a time of health to prepare for sickness and death; and to strive for a pious life through the merits of Christ, as a passport to heaven without depending on a late repentance, or the obituary notices of partial friends. A WORD IN SEASON. N. B. Mr. Editor, would it not be well for friends who often give us splendid accounts of death-bed repentances to add, if such experiences had occurred in a time of health, and been acted out and sustained by a pious life, the evidence of their regeneration had been less equivocal and more satisfactory to their friends. A physician of some eminence was brought to a death bed repentance, and he desired his minister to pray for his life, that he might have an opportunity to test the sincerity of his experience, and observed, "You know, and I know how many are brought to pray, and to promise much in sickness, but when restored, have lived as bad or worse than before." As death approached, he observed to his |