"We have frequently expressed an opinion" says the Church, "that any Churchman who attends a dissenting place of worship, be it Protestant or Roman Cotholic, commits the sin of schism." "Churchmen frequently attend Dissenting meeting-houses out of curiosity, to see the difference in forms of worship, or to hear some popular dissenting teacher deliver a Sermon. But there can be no excuse for indulging this dangerous curiosity. If it be wrong to communicate with Dissenters at all, it is wrong to communicate even once. One theft is the violation of God's holy Word, and so is one act of schism." "If then it be sinful to be present even once at a schismatical religious assembly, how much more sinful is it to furnish assistance in money or land to those, who rend the body of Christ, and lie under the condemnation of His holy Church? We have already affirmed-we affirm again— and we will never, at fitting opportunities, cease to affirmthat for a Churchman to contribute directly or indirectly, by donations in money, or land, or in any other shape whatsoever, to the support of any denomination (without a single exception) besides his own--is to set at naught the teachings of the Holy Scriptures, the testimony of the Primitive Church and early fathers, the authoritative voice of the Anglican Church, and the recorded declarations of our most illustrious Martyrs, Bishops, and Divines.”

REFLECTIONS ON SUNDAY, JAN. 1st, 1843.

The last Year is now numbered amongst the things which were and are not; it is gone. But Ah! Whither is it gone? Where are now its Sabbaths, its Public Services, its numberless Mercies, its various Trials, its Spiritual Joys? Where are its Duties, its Omissions, its Sins? They are not lost; nothing is lost. In the Natural World all things are perpetually changing as to forms and appearances, but

they abide. Change, unceasing change constitutes the conservative principle of the Natural World. Time also is in incessant mutation; but no portion of it is lost; that which is taken from the future is added to the past and both belong to Eternity which surrounds us on every side, which meets us every moment.

We are now opening another Volume in the history of Time in which much will be written for us by the hand of destiny, but in which we too shall write somewhat, and it becomes us to take heed what we write therein, and how we write it; for we shall be writing literally for EternityEvery line will be indelible. That mystic volume which was last night closed, sealed up, and placed in the Archives of Eternity-Every line of it is indestructible; no effort of yours can erase it; the whole world, were it yours to give, could not procure, that a little of it should be changed. Just as it left you last night will it be opened to you at the Judgment, will it remain with you for ever.

Not uninstructive to us then is the present season, a season which tells us that we have completed another stage in the short journey of life, which reminds us that soon we shall have completed our last, and which whispers to us that even this must be the last to many, and that it may be the last to us. Let us not then allow this season to pass away without endeavouring to obtain from it the instruction which it is calculated to afford.

How often do we feel the truth of the remark that we are the creatures of circumstances. All times and all days are alike in themselves, they are alike to God, but they are not alike to us. During every second of every hour, in every day some new immortal enters the stage of life, and commences that existence which will continue while the throne of God endures. The Angel of Death also continually stands at the Portals of Eternity, through which the spirits of men are passing without a moment's intermission,

from time into that state to which time hurries us, and to prepare for which, time is given us. So that in this respect, as the commencement of an endless existence, or the termination of a moral career, all time is alike, every moment alike important, alike distinguished-But not alike to us, to every one of the countless myriads of the Human Family, is that day, that moment of all which have yet transpired the most important which numbered him amongst the living to be surpassed in importance only by one to which he is looking forward, that which will number him amongst the dead. To add to the impressiveness of this fact, it is alone that every man appears at first on the stage of life, and however we may be lost in the dense crouds in which we move onwards to Eternity, it is ALONE, that we shall enter the World of Spirits, when " every one shall give account of himself unto God."

Inexpressively impressive to us is the thought of Man collectively-the thoughts of the immense masses of the Human Family; the imagination is bewildered, overwelmed when we endeavour to think of its Millions, its Hundreds of Millions moving in one vast boundless procession through time to lose itself in the ocean of Eternity. But not less impressive to us is the thought of Man personally. Amid these countless myriads compared with which he is as nothing, every man retains his individual importance, his personal responsibility, as much as if he were the only being in existence. The influences of all the past are flowing down upon him, the influences of all the present are pressing upon him on every side, yet he is there to do his own work, an individual moral agent a deeply responsible being; influenced by all, and yet influencing all; pressed upon by necessity, and yet free, yea sometimes distressingly conscious of his freedom and of his consequent responsibility. Placed in a world compared with which he is nothing, he contains in himself a World

of Good or of Evil; the universe is mirrored; and in an im portant sense what he is is every thing to himself. In the midst of Millions he is and must be alone; with ten Thousand eyes upon him in impenetrable secrecy he weaves his own web of life, forms his own character, and works out his own destiny.

If the whole universe besides were holy and happy, it would avail him nothing; he might have in himself a world of iniquity and mysterious depths of woe, which none could fathom. To secure real joy, to attain the end of his being, his own mind must be in Harmony with that of God, his will must be in union with the Supreme will which gives law to the Creation; his heart must move responsive to the thoughts and affections of the deity. J. J. D.

DISGRACEFUL IF TRUE.

The "New York Evangalist" gives the following as the result of an investigation of the amount given by the several religious denominations, for the spread of the Gospel. Is it true that the Baptists of America are the least liberal and benevolent? "Let us consider one another, to provoke unto love and good works."

The Baptists, now, in this country, give about twentyfive cents a year; Methodists, thirty-five cents; Episcopalions, fifty cents; Presbyterians, seventy-five cents; Congregationalists, one dollar. Well might the churches cover themselves with sackcloth and ashes in shame for their want of care for souls.—Baptist Record.

POETRY.

ABEL ENTERING HEAVEN.

Ten thousand times ten thousand sang
Loud anthems round the throne,
When lo! one solitary tongue
Began a song unknown!

A song unknown to angels' ears;
A song that told of banished fears,
Of pardoned sins, and dried up tears.

Not one of all the heavenly host
Could these high notes attain!
But spirits from a distant coast
United in the strain;

Till he who first began the song,

To sing alone not suffered long,

Was mingled with a countless throng.

And still, as hours are fleeting by,
The angels ever bear

Some newly-ransomed soul on high,
To join the chorus there;
And so the song will louder grow,
Till all redeemed by Christ below
To that fair world of rapture go.

O! give me, Lord, my golden harp,
And tune my broken voice;
That I may sing of troubles sharp
Exchanged for endless joys;

The song that ne'er was heard before
A sinner reached the heavenly shore,
But now shall sound for evermore.