374 The Church put in the True Light. [APRIL, 



princes, the governors, the captains, the prelates, the judges, the magis- 

 trates, the counsellors, and the sheriffs, fall down and worship : thine is 

 the only Catholic church ; thou art the adored of all nations ; all the 

 languages of the earth praise thee ; but thou knowest, oh Mammon ! 

 that none have bent the knee so low before thee as this people ; none 

 have built thy altars so high ; none have so frequented thy temples 

 none have so magnified thy name ; none have so reverenced thy com- 

 mandments ; none have so endowed thy ministers ; thy priests tithe us ; 

 thy high-priests rule over us ; thy religion is the religion of the state. 



But this is enthusiasm and we meant only to be philosophical. Let 

 us conclude, therefore, in the calm strain in which we commenced ; let 

 us hope that the true theory of the established church will rapidly sup- 

 plant the false one ; and that we shall hear no more in future of the 

 inconsistency and double-dealing of the clergy, whose zeal and activity 

 in their master's business is in truth above all eulogy ; whose principles, 

 when not misrepresented, are steadily and vividly illustrated by their 

 lives ; and from whose example a Christian ministry might take many a 

 profitable lesson. If ever a religious revolution shall take place in 

 England, and Mammon shall be deposed to make room for Christ, let 

 the new ministry be but half as diligent in their vocation as the old, 

 but half as zealous for the gospel as their predecessors for gain, but half 

 as sincere and devoted and persevering through good report and 

 through evil report ; their hearts but half so full of affection for their 

 lord and master, their eyes fixed but half as steadily upon the reward 

 of their labours, and we fear not to predict they shall see the faith they 

 preach, prosper and increase mightily in the land. 



THE WRECKERS, BY SHERIDAN KXOWLES. 



" A storm ! A storm !" the Wreckers cry, 



As they look from the shore yet no storm seems nigh ; 



But wind and billow, rack and ship, 



Along the main seem all asleep : 



But where is the day ? Tis gone! .Not a trace 



Of the sun ! The cloud has taken his place, 



And moves not breaks not hanging there, 



As 'twere fix'd in the sultry, thick'ning air ! 



A flash ! Another ! sky and main 



Begin to move ! A flash again ! 



Thunder wind the storm is come. 



The sea's a smoking sheet of foam ! 



Rain ! It pours in floods, as though 



The clouds did mock the floods below ! 



And the Vessel, from her anchors torn, 



Towards the shore by the raging billows is borne. 



Hurra! Hurra ! A wreck ! Hurra ! 

 She strikes ! By the board her tall masts go ; 

 She reels ! recoils, and strikes again ! 

 They hoist the long-boat out ! In vain 

 'Tis swampt ! Slie now beats broadside on 

 Another sea she sinks ! she's gone ! 

 Masts, cordage, planks, the breakers strew ! 

 May Heaven have mercy on her crew ! 



