is no effort to unduly alarm; it deals with one of the most AWFUL REALITIES this world ever did, or ever can witness. An effort is to be made to circulate five millions of this tract in the first instance, and the assistance of ministers, benevolent Christians, and all who wish well to the souls of men, is required to scatter broadcast this little warning voice. "The Dreadful Prayer-meeting" can be had in separate copies, two for one penny, or 100 for 2s. 6d., 500 copies for 10s. 6d., of Mrs. Paul, Chapter House Court, or at our office, Crane court, Fleet-street.

The Nonsuch Professor in his Meridian Splendour, or, the Singular Actions of Sanctified Christians, in seven sermons, to which is added another discourse, entitled The Wedding Ring, by William Secker.-A new edition of this small volume is just put forth by R. D. Dickinson, Farringdonstreet, London. Of all the Puritans, William Secker was certainly one of the most heart-piercing, quaint, and pithy. Such sermons as these could not be made up in a hurry; but when made will keep good for centuries, and the extent of their usefulness can never be measured on earth. If all the wives in the world would wear "this wedding ring," things would be very different in many homes.

Mrs. Brown's Tracts are, like their author, respectable in appearance, and faithful in exposing the errors of Ritualism and other deceptive forms and fashions of religion (so called). Mrs. Brown is dressed in neat attire, and in her dialogues throws open the shams of Satan, who, as an angel of light, is now carrying on trade enough to ensnare the whole world. If there is one zealous Protestant left in these times of perversion, we would say to him, send seven stamps to G. J. Stevenson, 54, Paternoster Row, and have six copies of Mrs. Brown's Tracts; and when you are satisfied of their genuine character, circulate them everywhere.

We regret not being able to notice more fully, as yet, Septimus Sears on The Things which shall be Hereafter; but, we feel the work to be too sacred to be dealt with in haste.

The Sword and the Trowel, for June, edited by C. H. Spurgeon, contains a variety of articles which. tens of thousands will read with interest. One thing we have noticed with some satisfaction. There is a great man in London now, called

The Rev. William Taylor." He comes from California. He has done many wonderful things there; and here in England, he is preaching up the doctrines of assurance, perfection in the Christian professor, total abstinence, and other things. The revival and the teetotal people are making quite a market out of him. Mr. Taylor has published some volumes; the last one is called Infancy and Manhood, and in a brief notice of it, Mr. Spurgeon writes a line or two which we endorse and quote with much sincerity. Of Mr. Taylor's second volume, Mr. Spurgeon says:

"This second work has come to hand since we read the first; and we must confess we have not a particle of faith in its main doctrine. We have been refreshed by many of the statements and exhortations; but either Mr. Taylor uses terms in quite another sense from that in which we understand them, or our own experience and his are, on the point of perfection, as wide as the poles asunder. We mourn every day over in-dwelling sin, and pant after greater conformity to our Lord's image: he seems to have attained and to have entered into perfection. If we believed his teaching we should envy him; as it is, we deplore that so good a man should know so little of his own heart."

Mr. Spurgeon was quite at home when he reviewed William Taylor; and we are always glad to find him at home, because then he speaks and writes like one taught of God, and as one having authority. His frequent flights into foreign climes perplex some of us. But we say no more, only that we have a little desire to put C. H. Spurgeon and William Taylor (in their published works) close together some day, and then more may be said.

Cheering Words for July contains an account of "The Bethnal Green Orphans," the parents of whom we have just committed to the dust within three days of one another. Pray, help these poor little ones.

That is just what I might expect from a true hearted British sailor, and I sincerely trust that many of your floating mates, who do business in big ships and little ships, in ocean waters and river waters, who carry big anchors and little anchors, may be stirred up by the arrival of the EARTHEN VESSEL, with the blessing of God, to a deeper concern after the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Master Salt.-Amen, God bless his own truth to our British sailors, whom so few men seem to care after. But now I want to know the difference between "heaven's royal patent safety anchor," and all others manufactured.

So you shall at once, my friend. My anchor is called a "good" anchor, a "better" anchor, a "blessed' anchor, and a "living" anchor. No man in the world can make it, or mend it, buy it, borrow it, or steal it, lend it or sell it, win it or lose it, bend it or break it. That God who is heaven's architect, who hath lit up the firmament with starry worlds, those street lamps of the city of our God, who treateth the ocean as little baby, and who is the sole shipbuilder of the celestial fleet, the same is the author and finisher of my anchor, the God of hope, my anchor's God.

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Master Salt, (with face twitching a little, and his hands hitching up his trowsers a bit)-Well, if that isn't a broadsider I never saw one, that's all; why your anchor was not made by man at all then?

No, not the ghost of a shadow of

Nothing at all, friend Salt, nothing at all I can assure you, of anything belonging to man, or man's merit, man's good deeds, or anything of this earth which is earthy. All is from heaven; eternal life, sovereign mercy, Almighty power, much (soul) tribulation, godly patience, spiritual experience, and the love of God shed abroad in the heart by the Holy Ghost, are a few of the composing elements, but not all, and the various quantities of each no man knows, no, not even the angels of God in heaven. It is an eternal secret in the eternal mind of the Eternal Founder of the everlasting anchors of the vessels of mercy, which he had afore prepared unto glory.

Master Salt.-I often see at our arsenals and dockyards rows of spare anchors of all sizes, ready prepared, waiting the application of one of her Majesty's ships needing one to be directly placed on board. Is that the way your Lord High Admiral furnishes his ships with those wonderful anchors?

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O no, my friend, I never saw a spare anchor of my Master's in my life, nor has any one else. They are each made and fitted on board the very same vessel that is to carry it, and what God hath joined together, let no man (vainly attempt to) put asunder. The Christian's anchor cannot fail, nor can she ever part her cable.

Master Salt. The Apostle Juđe speaks of the common salvation," how would you like your anchor to be called the "common anchor ?"

Not the least objection to it if those who so style it mean that it is common to all the new created ships of Immanuel, but if they mean anything else, I place my hand on the

hilt of my sword, ready to fight the good fight of faith, for my anchor has never been seen in the world, heaven, or hell. In heaven they need none, hope is swallowed up in possession. In this world nowhere is it to be found. Children in whom is no faith, "without hope and without God in the world," and, solemn thought, no hope in hell! Beelzebub is the father of all such as handle the crosses; he employs thousands of hands to make them, and tens of thousands to carry them around their necks, and worship them, but he could never make a real anchor. No, that is above a devil's craft.

In a letter dated April, 1865, to one of the deacons of Bethesda Baptist chapel, Trowbridge, Mr. Lynn writes:-"Dear Brother in the Lord, my much esteemed friend, Mr.

having just handed me your kind letter which he received in reply to one he sent you relative to your notice in the EARTHEN VESSEL, I thought it advisable that you should have a brief outline of my experience. I was born of the Spirit when only eight years old, through the preaching of the late Jeffery Moody, Baptist minister of East lane chapel, Walworth; but was immediately sent to a public school, and so mixed very freely with boys of all characters, where having seen sin in such enticing garb as the Devil now presented it to me, I was very soon entrapped, and of course lost all joy and peace. So matters went on for ten years, during which there was an intense feeling for God, and eager seeking for peace, but an unwillingness to

give up the world; so that at times I have been in despair, and for some time was given up to the delusion of infidelity, which I stoutly defended; though never was I left without a firm conviction of the truths of the Gospel; but what with forced infidelity, lying, drinking, and blasphemy of the deepest dye, I at length gave myself up as having trampled under foot the Son of God, and therefore utterly and hopelessly lost, though I knew full well that that was contrary to the teaching of the Word.

At length, at the end of October, 1863, the Lord gave me liberty through that beautiful verse in Romans x. 9, when my soul was so filled with joy, and so humbled, I could hardly contain myself. Since then I have been growing in grace and in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ, though not without times of trial, and fearfully horrible temptations; and now, by his marvellous grace, my watchword is "JESUS ONLY." I have, for twelve months, been preaching his Gospel in some measure, with the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven, both in the open air, in rooms, halls, and chapels; and the Lord has very graciously owned my feeble effort in the restoration of backsliders, the salvation of sinners, the building up and strengthening of the saints. I have given up secular employment, feeling assured that the Lord of the Vineyard has called me out.

In answer to your questions, I never use notes at all; but just simply wait on the Lord for his message, and deliver it as he enables me. I hold with a firm grasp the great doctrines of grace-free, full, sovereign, and immeasurable; the utter worthlessness of all creatures and creature doings, and the infinite worthiness of the sinner's Substitute; that the saints are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation; even that faith which is not a faith in the doctrines of grace, but in the God of grace, even the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Should you be led by the Spirit to invite me down to supply, you must not expect to find a great man, but a youth simply trust

ing to the teachings of the Holy Ghost.

I am, dear brother, yours in Gospel bonds, J. H. LYNN.

He was afterwards invited to Trowbridge, and commenced his labours at Bethesda chapel on the last Sunday in April, 1865. The chapel seats 1,000 persons; about 300 were attending at that time; he was invited for two weeks, detained five weeks, during which time the congregation increased to about 900. He with some slight intervals, was there for nine months, and at times had the chapel crowded, reported sometimes to be 1,500. In a letter to a friend he writes:

"Trowbridge, June 27th, 1865. "Very dear brother in Christ,-I came down merely in a friendly way to be present at the baptising, Mr. Pearce being the supply at Bethesda, but the dear Lord ordered differently, he would not let me stand idle all the day; in the morning I gave out the hymns, read and prayed, and the Lord blessed the prayer to many of his people. Mr. P. preached to a crowded assembly (about 1,100), then baptized six believers; it was a very blessed time. At Hilperton, a village one mile from here, Mr. Linsey was expected to preach the Sundayschool anniversary sermons, but illness prevented his coming; so I was sent over in the afternoon, and helped to preach in his name from the words, Jesus called a little child unto him,' but in the evening I was very much blessed with the text, "The Lord maketh poor and maketh rich.' I was helped to root up and pull down the natural man, and the saints' false refuges, to point both to the full riches in Christ; the house was so full they could not see where to put another one, and many stood outside."

In another letter to his mother he writes:

"Trowbridge, Nov. 13th, 1865. "Dearest Mother,-Am here safe and well except cold, which is better. Had a glorious day yesterday; in the morning, at prayer meeting, got a word of strength from 23rd Psalm; preached on the bitter waters of Marah, sweetened by the tree; after

noon, a good prayer meeting; was encouraged by Psalm xxviii. 2. Evening, was led out wonderfully on Heb. ii. 11. Congregation in morning good, in evening full."

Then, again, in a letter dated December 7th, which is too long for insertion, he says:-"God is exceedingly gracious to me, it humbles me very much, and I can scarcely think it is all true when I think of my own vile heart; truly, he uses 'base things,' &c., 'that no flesh shall glory in his presence. To his father, Dec. 2, 1865, he writes :

"Yesterday I had a chat with Mr. Robbins, the eldest deacon, and I find they have determined not to settle with a minister for a year, or perhaps two; and, therefore, do not intend to invite anyone yet a while for more than a month or so at a time. Mr. R. says he never heard anyone exalt Christ and debase the sinner so much as I, which testimony I think more of, and think more grateful for, than I should for thousands of followers; may God in his love grant me ever to be faithful to Jesus only. Last Thursday night, at Bradley, we had a sweet season on the 1st. verse of the 23rd Psalm : 66 The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want." 1st. The Good Shepherd, who laid down his life for the sheep; 2nd. The Great Shepherd who rose again from the dead; 3rd. The Chief Shepherd, who shall appear; 4th. It was the Lord Jehovah, Jesus, a blow for an Unitarian then present; 5th. My Shepherd, a blow for doubters, and an encouragement for confidence; 6th. I shall not want, for how can I possibly with such a Shepherd? Of course 1 did not make these heads, as I never do follow such a plan, yet these are about the thoughts of my sermon, and the order of them. "Your very affectionate son,

"JOHN HUNT LYNN."

He is now supplying at a small village in Devonshire and preaching only to a few people. He is adapted for drawing a congregation in any large town. His present address is, Mr. J. H. Lynn, at Mr. G. Palk's, butcher, Bradhempston, near Totnes, Devonshire.

EXPOSITION OF PSALMS.

BY MR. JAMES WELLS,

Of the Surrey Tabernacle, Wansey street, Walworth road.

PSALM lxii. 1-8.

"Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved."

Now, this is the blessed design of the Gospel, namely, to bring us to God, that we may wait upon God, and that we may know that our defence and our salvation is entirely of God. I would not for a moment say one word against the benevolent and excellent doings of many people and congregations, yourselves among the rest; still there is something higher, something greater, something infinitely more important than all that, and that is, the soul being, as here described, brought to God. For, whatever our doings, whatever our appearance before men; however much praise and applause, and gratulation we may obtain from men; yet if the soul be not thus brought to God, then what will such an one do in a dying hour? We want that to live upon that we can die upon; we want that to walk in that we can die in; we want to feel that, let death come when it may, how it may, and where it may, we have wherewith to meet it. This is the great object of the Gospel. And oh! how many, many things there are to divert our attention therefrom. Hence it is that we find in conversation with many professors, they have everything in hand except personal fellowship with God; they have everything in hand except the mediatorial work of Christ as their daily food, their daily life, and their daily theme; all sorts of good doings, good of their kind, but when they become the perpetual theme why, how burdensome it is to the real Christian. Now, then, David saith,

Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved. How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence. They only consult to cast him down from his excel

lency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly."

They delight in false doctrines, which are lies, without knowing that they are lies; they bless with their mouth, that is, they bless outwardly, but inwardly they curse the truth. Now, if you think I am wrong in this, you just go to the 29th of Isaiah, words quoted by the Saviour: "This people draw near unto me with their mouths, and with their lips do honour me, but have removed their heart far from me." Now, in what sense? "Their fear toward me is taught by the precept of men." And thus they delight in lies, without knowing—at least I think so that they are lies; I think that is the meaning; and while with their mouth they bless Jesus Christ, inwardly they curse his truth. Now, friends, this state of things must be destructive to the soul. You know it is written that the sheep hear the voice of Christ; and the voice of Christ is the testimony of Christ; and the testimony of Christ is the word of Christ; and the word of Christ is the doctrine of Christ. So, then, while we profess to bless God do we do so by his Thou desirest truth in truth? for, the inward part. Do we do so in the spirit of his truth? for, "If any man have not the Spirit of Christ" and the Spirit of Christ is the Spirit of eternal truth-" he is none of his." Oh, what ten thousand thousand things there are to deceive! When we look at our state it is very solemn. Here we are with thousands of things, I was going to say, within us and round about us, that might take our lives from us at any moment; and we are surrounded with all sorts of error; so that how great is the misery of man! We may well cry to God for wisdom, for and for mercy, grace; for, if it were possible, deceptions should deceive the very elect.

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"My soul, wait thou only upon God;"

don't have any human doings, let it be God, and God only; Gcd in Christ and Christ in God; God in the truth and the truth in God; God in the covenant and the covenant in God; let it be God, and God only;