and upon that stage great interests are depending, and great events are to be transacted. In your day, the fate of your country will, to all human appearance, be determined: and whether it is to exist or to fall, will depend upon the wisdom of your councils, and the vigour of your arms, It is a time, therefore, for you to encourage in your bosoms all the native generosity of youth; to scorn every vice that can debase, and every folly that can enervate; to train your minds for scenes of firm enterprise and high achievement; to clothe yourselves in the armour of that faith in which you were baptized; and, with the lofty devotion of freemen, to swear to Heaven and to mankind, never to surrender to a tyrant the inheritance you have received from your fathers.

Do you want motives, my brethren, to animate you to duty? They are around you,—they are in every scene of that country, which is now "like "the garden of Eden before you," and which the sword of a conqueror would convert into a "deso❝late wilderness." The names you bear are the names of patriots and of heroes; the ground on which you tread has been often wet with the blood of the invader; the mountains of your country rise around you, to remind you that on their summits no hostile banner was ever reared; and that from them the eye of your ancestors saw the tide even of Roman invasion roll back.

Do you want examples, my young friends! to direct your patriotism? Go not to the records of other countries or of other climes. Go to the annals of your own country; to the examples which every page of them presents to you, and which teach you how the patriot can live, and how the freeman can die.-Go to that recent page which is yet wet with your tears; to the example of that illustrious man,* whose uncoffined remains repose, alas, far from the sepulchre of his fathers; but whose ascending Spirit now lets fall the mantle of its glory, to cover the land which gave him birth; and who has left to mankind a name at the sound of which, in every succeeding age, the heart of the patriot will throb,-when tyrants shall have ceased to reign, and when the world shall have awakened to truth, to victory, and to freedom.

*Sir John Moore.

SERMON XVI.

ON AUTUMN.

GENESIS XXiv. 63.

"And Isaac went out to meditate in the field, at the even-tide."

HOWEVER much the necessities and the duties of life call upon us for activity, there are other principles of our being which lead us to meditation. The same divine inspiration which hath given us understanding, hath provided also the scenes in which it ought to be employed; and the perfection of our nature consists, not in the separation, but in the union of contemplation and of action. "To 66 every thing," says the wise man," there is a "season ;" and, if there are times when the Dayspring summons us to activity,-there are times also, when, like the patriarch in the text, we are invited to " meditate in the field, at the even-tide."

66

In the generality of men, however, there is some secret unwillingness to be employed in the labour of meditation ;-there is a kind of gloom that is

very early associated with it in the minds of the young; and when manhood arrives, the prosperous are too gay, and the active too busy, to listen to the voice that suggests it. It is thus, that, even in good minds, some of the most beneficial propensities of their nature are insensibly obliterated ;that all the inviting and propitious seasons of thought and of solitude are neglected ;-and that their attention turns unconsciously from the very scenes where the benevolence of nature has provided for them the amplest sources of tranquillity and of repose.

I wish, at present, to present some views in opposition to this prevailing weakness;-to shew you, that if there are seasons when the inspiration of the Almighty calls us to meditation, it is to lead us to wisdom and to happiness ;-that there is an established train of thought, which such seasons necessarily awaken;-and that in the even-tide, as well as in the sunshine of life, the same great ends are pursued, by which He that made us wisheth that we should not only be wise here, but become wise unto salvation.

1. There is an even-tide in the day,-an hour when the sun retires, and the shadows fall, and when nature assumes the appearances of soberness and silence. It is an hour from which every where the thoughtless fly, as peopled only in their imagination with images of gloom ;—it is the hour, on the other hand, which, in every age, the wise

have loved, as bringing with it sentiments and affections more valuable than all the splendours of the day.

Its first impression is to still all the turbulence of thought or passion which the day may have brought forth. We follow, with our eye, the descending sun, we listen to the decaying sounds of labour and of toil,-and, when all the fields are silent around us, we feel a kindred stillness to breathe upon our souls, and to calm them from the agitations of society. From this first impression, there is a second which naturally follows it;-in the day we are living with men,-in the even-tide we begin to live with nature;—we see the world withdrawn from us, the shades of night darken over the habitations of men, and we feel ourselves alone. It is an hour, fitted, as it would seem, by Him who made us, to still, but with gentle hand, the throb of every unruly passion, and the ardour of every impure desire; and, while it veils for a time the world that misleads ús, to awaken in our hearts those legitimate affections which the heat of the day may have dissolved. There is yet a farther scene it presents to us-While the world withdraws from us, and while the shades of the evening darken upon our dwellings, the splendours of the firmament come forward to our view. In the moments when earth is overshadowed, Heaven opens to our eyes the radiance of a sublimer being; our hearts follow