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the existence of the sun, and which he endeavours to explain by the 

 undulatory theory of Hght. 



We have thus, with a full consciousness of the difficulties of the 

 subject, ventured to offer a theory of the cosmogony, which appears 

 to us to reconcile the facts of geology with Holy Writ, without 

 encroaching on any of its essential truths. 



In concluding this lengthened review of Mr. Turner's work, we 

 regret that want of space forbids us to dwell on many parts of it 

 which are highly interesting and instructive. A second volume we 

 perceive is announced for publication, and we shall look forward 

 with pleasure to its appearance. 



PARAPHRASE OF THE EIGHTH PSALM. 



L0RD3 our Lord, what majesty 

 Through all the earth attends thy name. 



Who sittest fast enthron'd on high. 

 Above the star-encircled frame. 



E'en childhood's voice attests thy power. 



E'en infant lips thy deeds recal. 

 To still the avenger's joyous hour. 



And mix oppression's cup with gall. 



When I survey each rolling sphere. 



The matchless wonders of thy hand. 

 And mark the radiant orbs, that near 



Thy jasper courts in order stand ; — 



Lord ! what is man, that thou shouldst bow 



Thine ear to note his feeble prayer ? 

 Or what the son of man, that thou 



Should'st tend him with a father's care ? 



Nigh unto angels is his place, 



Which thy free mercy has assign'd ; 

 Honour and glory, strength and grace 



Thou dost around his temples bind. 



To him thy providence hath given 



Earth's boundless fruits and ocean's store, 



The myriad forms that mount the heaven. 

 Or haunt the forest, plain, or shore. 



Whate'er has growth, whate'er has breath. 



Lives his prov'd wishes to fulfil ; 

 And land and flood, and life and death 



Seem but the servants of his will. 



Yet give me. Lord, to read aright 



The symbols of thy wond'rous plan. 

 And learn how infinite thy might, 



And feel how truly weak is man. 



E. S. 



