land is given to the Church, and she will yet possess it. The peaceful sceptre of our great Immanuel, will be swayed even here, and his peaceful kingdom shall fold in its ample embrace, preparatory to the splendors of an eternal state of glory, this renovated portion of the earth.

But we must not dwell longer here. We will extend our vision along towards the rising sun, and reverse the order of light as it comes from the East, and trace the distant streams towards their fountain head, and look upon the field of Europe.

Here are more than one hundred and eighty millions of the human family, thousands and thousands of whom are destitute of the appointed means of grace, and are groping their way in midnight darkness to the tomb. One nation only, seems to have broken the long and fearful spell of diabolical enchantment, and to have awakened to the great duty of evangelizing the world. The glorious and electrifying influence of reformation, has crept along, until thrones and sceptres, and "all the insignia of prescriptive authority," begin to tremble to their overthrow. May God grant, that reaction shall shake the powers of despotism, until the thrones of arrogated power shall be scattered like the dust before the summer's threshing floor. France, that theatre of cruelty and blood, which was for many years been a slaughter house to the Church of Christ, even now, almost without exception, hugs the chains of Papal power.

Italy, the land of classic story, and of sweetest song -Italy, the birth-place of mystic Babylon, and the mother country of anti-christ-the seat of the Beast

the throne of the great red dragon-still bows her obedient neck to the Popish yoke.

The day-star has, indeed, arisen upon some parts of Europe, and rolled away the mists of her cheerless gloom. But, alas, in most places, where Religion has a name to live, it is almost dead. Its disheartened friends, oppressed and borne down under despotic governments; persecuted with relentless fury; driven to the dungeon and the stake; hated and despised by authority; with a "coalition of all the powers that be,” against them, feeble as they are, they stand, however, a lasting monument of God's sparing mercy.

Spain and Portugal, celebrated only for their cruelty and crimes, stand as everlasting monuments of infamy and disgrace. Here, for the testimony of the glorious resurrection of the dead, flowed the best blood of her noblest citizens. Here, the dear Lambs of Christ, groaned in the dark vaults of their accursed Inquisition. Here, the embrasures of hell were opened, and blood flowed from every scaffold.

But I will not recall those soul-revolting times, when "thousands of deserts were filled with exiles, and thousands of prisons with confessors; when red-hot plates of iron, and pincers were made to burn and tear the quivering flesh; when chaldrons of boiling oil, and burning brazen bulls, and seats of fire and flame," were but the milder punishments of that day. Day, did I say? No: that night, that dark and fatal night, when thousands of women were widowed, and chil-dren orphaned," when thick and heavy drops of cold and clammy sweat gathered on the beholding multitudeas they stood gazing upon the mangled bodies of their expiring friends. "O, cursed bigotry, cursed in heaven,

but cursed more in hell. Persecution, daughter of bigotry, walked the earth from age to age, and drank the blood of Saints with horrid relish, and was drunk, and in her drunkenness dreamed of doing good." O may some wave of dark oblivion blot this foul record from the deeds of horrid death. But this very land which has drank the blood of martyred thousands, shall yet break out in springs of living water.

The almost four hundred millions of Asia, are either Pagans, or else under the council sway of a bloody Mahomed. It was in Asia, where lived our first parents; where Enoch and Elijah ascended up to heaven; where Noah built his ark; and where lived the holy prophets. It was in Asia, where Christ was born, and the theatre on which he performed his mighty deeds, and where, eighteen hundred and thirty-seven years ago, he expired upon the Cross, in sweat and tears and blood. It was here, he ascended up on high, amid shouts of angels and the blaze of his Father's glory. It was here, where the Gospel was first preachedChurches planted, and Christ walked amid his golden candlesticks.

Alas! how changed. Where shone the Temple of Solomon, in unrivalled splendor-where, bled the consecrated victims on Jewish altars-and rose the smoking incense up to heaven-where, stood the lofty towers, and rose in superlative grandeur the palaces of nobles, and the "thrones of Judgment," where, glittered the spires of christian temples, as they pointed the beholder to that temple "not made with hands, eternal in the heavens," are now seen the Monkish Convent, the gilded Pagoda, the miserable tent, and the long train of wretchedness and want. Here, Mohamed has driven

his desolating car, amid fields of blood and slaughter. This has, indeed, been a crimsoned field, a great Golgotha. Here, the son lights the funeral pile of his widowed mother, and witnesses unmoved her dying agony in the flames. Here, "Casts and Bramins, and Shasters, and Sooders," Barbarian and Scythian, bond and free, meet in one common sink of moral pollution. The Ganges, the Burrampooter, and the broad Irrawaddy, roll along their numerous dead and dying, preparatory to the purity of their fancied heaven. O, could you, young gentlemen, ascend the lofty mountains of Thibet, and look down on Tonkin, and Siam, yea, on all the Indies, you would be constrained to weep tears of blood. Ignorance and superstition, in all their hydra forms, dark as hell, sit brooding over this unhappy, but fair portion of the earth. The demons of idolatry, bigotry and superstition, have here erected their throne, and hold an almost undisputed sway. But eternal thanks to God, that while the foul-mouthed calumny of this unholy triumvirate, has blown an accursed and withering blast over the fairest portions of Asia, that the blessed Gospel has found its way in the very temples of their gods, and their united power begins to wane.

We may once more turn our eye to long afflicted, and poor degraded Africa, for ages past the seat of rapine and murder, of slavery and death. Why all these smoking hamlets, these wasted fields, these fleeing natives, this "crimsoned sod, yet slippery and red with the traces of recent murder ?"

Ah, look to yonder "dark slave ships hovering around the coast" like vultures for their prey. But deplorable as is this land, at the present, yet, from the Mediterranean to the Cape, she is to stretch out her hand unto

God, and the bond men of Ham, are to become the freed men of Shem. But time will not permit us to take even a cursory view of the countless islands, with their teeming population, lifting up their heads amid surrounding waters. Suffice it, however, to say, that with but very few exceptions, their entire population are bowing down to the most heart-sickening and revolting idolatry

In many of them, human victims are constantly bleeding upon the altars of their gods, while children are roasted in brazen images. The genius of man, and his moral intellect, are here chained in perpetual bondage, while a cloud, deeper than midnight, and impenetrable as the "blackness of darkness which envelopes the damned in hell," hangs over these wretched lands, and shrouds their swarming millions in everlasting night. Thus, we have briefly surveyed this land which God has given to the Church, and we find it to be a "receptacle of moral pollution, in which Satan has erected his standard," and around which in thick array, he has gathered his whole paraphernalia of diabolical enchant

ment.

With this mighty preparation, like a "strong man armed," he designs to ruin the fair fabric of God's glory, and bind in chains of everlasting bondage the whole family of man.

O, how gloomy the prospect! how deplorable this condition of our fellow man! "How universal the conquest which Satan has achieved!" "In surveying the world at this period, it seems to be one vast tophet! not inhabited by active, living beings, but strewed with dry and whitening bones, disgusting to the eye, abhorrent to the heart, and with nothing to soothe the agony of soul, or relieve the painful vision, save here and