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and abandoned persons, beseech Christ to depart out of their coasts. But some say, thank God I we are not so depraved we are not drunkards, or profane swearers, or liars, or perjured persons,—we do not rage, and quarrel, and fight. We, however, beseech Christ to depart out of our coasts—
When we spend that time in the acquisition of property which ought to be devoted to his service. It was plain, open, unmasked aversion to Christ, which caused the Gadarenes to beseech him to depart. Covetousness was their ruling passion. When Christ, who is divine as well as human-God as well as man—and consequently has an original right to the world and all that it contains, and may dispose of it as seemeth good in his sight-suffered the devils to enter into the swine for their destruction, all the avaricious principles of the heart were awakened, and rose up against Him. But the men of Gadara have many secret and hypocritical followers-professors of religion, who would wish to be reckoned among the friends of Christ; and yet, nevertheless, occupy all their waking thoughts about the accumulation of wealth, and devote all their time to the acquisition of property. If they do not bid Christ go away, they have not an hour for his service, either in secret, in private, or in public. His most express precepts will be set at nought, when these stand in the way of business. The fourth and the sixth commandments are alike disregarded, when property is either to be obtained or protected. All money earned on sabbath, is armed with a voice which beseeches Christ to depart. The old worn-out bark, insured beyond her value, and manned with a crew of husbands, and fathers, and sons, despite the warnings of conscience, proclaims aloud, that
_" Thou shalt not kill,” is no barrier in the way of acquiring wealth at the expense of human life.
We beseech Christ to depart out of our coast, when we will not give him our hearts, and our affections. The hearts of the Gadarenes were altogether given up to covetousness; the devil, the world, and the flesh, filled them to overflowing. This was strikingly apparent, whenever Christ came in competition with their swine. The heart of the unregenerate has never been melted or subdued; it is set upon things on the earth,--on things which are seen and temporal. There is no love to God,-to Christ, -to the Holy Spirit; they say our hearts as well as our lips are our own, and who is Lord over us? The lust of the eye, and the lust of the flesh, and the pride of life, are of the devil, and gratified in preference to Christ; those who act this part, if they do not bid Christ depart out of their house, yet have no place for him in their hearts. But even the people of God are apt to make unto themselves idols, which for a season appropriate their affections. These vary with the stages and pursuits, and relationships of life. O how often do we therefore virtually beseech Christ to depart from us! Some make idols of their children. “I one day expressed my surprise that my unfortunate husband, the son of such pious parents, should have turned out so ill. The poor old man said with tears,—' I fear we have been guilty of the sin of Eli; our love was of the wrong sort. Alas ! like him we honoured our son more than God, and God has smitten us for it. We showed him by our example, what was right; but through a false indulgence, we did not correct him for what was wrong. We were blind to his faults. With deep sorrow we trace back his vices to our ungoverned fondness. That lively and sharp wit, by which he has been able to carry on such a variety of wild schemes, might, if we had used him to bear reproof in his youth, have enabled him to have done great service for God and his country. But our flattery made him wise in his own conceit, and there is more hope of a fool than of him. We indulged our own vanity, and have destroyed bis soul.”* How often do we worship the creature, more than the Creator. When we love, fear, and trust some one more than Christ, we bid him depart from us.
This preference is ungrateful, and highly dangerous. Is not Christ the author of all our mercies? Does he not give us all things richly to enjoy, pertaining to life? Does he not open his bountiful hand, and satisfy our returning wants? Has he not cast out devils, and cured diseases ?. And though a portion of our goods, or honour, or reputation be taken away, why should we beseech him to depart from us? Do we prefer our time, our property, our talents, our influence, to Christ? And do not all these co from his bountiful hand? What have we that
* Hannah More.
have not received ? How dangerous ! If Christ take us at our word--if he depart from us--he may never return again! Abandoned by Christ! What then shall become of the individual—the family—the community-the nation? There is salvation in no other. If we do not receive him, others will. If he be rejected by the men of Gadara, there are those who wait to receive him in his own city. Dangerous to our temporal as well as to our spiritual interests ! Christ has the channels of commerce as well as of the great deep, at his command. And these, as he wills it, may either be covered with the full and healthful tide, or dried up, so that no gallant ship can approach our ports -either present to the eye a forest of masts, or be strewed with their wreck and ruin.* If we REJECT CHRIST, and beseech him to depart from our coasts-farewell to the gain of godlinessfarewell to prosperity in this life-to happiness in that which is to come.
A TALE OF THE SEA.
It was a bright moonlight evening, and so warm, that our men lay about the deck, and in groups with hardly any covering; I think I never saw so perfectly clear and brilliant a night. Some of the officers were reading—and with ease-by the light of the moon; and the ocean,
as far as the sight could stretch, was a glittering mirror, without even a ruffle or wave. We lay like a log on the water, with all sails set, but not a breath of air to move them. The crew were collected in small parties about the forecastle and main deck, listening to the * long yarns' of some gray-headed seamen about the · Flying Dutchman,' of the black river of Gatand,' while now and then some favourite sea song was bawled forth from the laughing crowd. The officers were walking about the quarter-deck, smoking and conversing, and occasionally extending their walk so far as to listen to the stories of the forecastle. This was my first voyage on the wide, wide sea ;'
The breaking up of the ice at the beginning of the year, presented a scene upon the WEAR which will never be forgotten by the ill-fated sufferers. Hundreds of vessels, one thing and another, were broken in pieces in a moment, as if they had been straw or rotten wood. The river, which is desecrated every Boat Sunday, as it is vulgarly called, seemed to hurl destruction upon the sabbath-breaker, and to vindicate the authority, and execute the vengeance, of the insylted and incensed LAWGIVER.
and, as I was the youngest of the mids, I found particular favour with several of the oldest seamen, with whom, by the bye, I liked to associate better than my brother middies. I always loved to listen to their tales of murder and battles; and would sit for hours on the coils of rope and hear old Jack Transom, our second mate, an old man of sixty years, relate his adventures and hair-breadth escapes.'
We left Port Royal, on the south side of Jamaica, the day before, on our way to the mouth of the Amazon, and were now passing between the small islands of Monts-Errat and Guadaloupe : in the distance you could see the white moonbeams playing on the fort and beach, and glistening on the low roofs and white walls of the little capital of Guadaloupe. I was standing on the capstan, with a small night glass in my hand, looking at the opposite shore, with its long low beach, with here and there a small slave hut, or mound of loose stones piled up, as a covering over the grave
drowned sailor, whose body had been washed on shore. I dropped my glass and was getting down from my station, when Jack Transom stepped up and asked for a squint. I handed the glass to him; and, after looking through it a moment, he handed it back, saying “Aye, aye, there it stands, with its creaking chains and dry bones rattling in the still air, as if a ten-knot breeze was ripping over it. What's that?' said I, eagerly catching the glass, and pointing it where 'old Starboard,' as he was familiarly called, directed me.
It was some time before I saw what he meant; when I did, I was at no loss for his abrupt speech. A little north of the town, on the white beach, stood a tall gibbet with its chains, and even, as old Jack said, its white bones; for I plainly saw them, even at that distance, glimmering in the rays of the bright moon, and I almost fancied I heard them rattling and shaking against each other; though, as I said before, there was not a breath of air, not enough to move a feather. I shuddered at the sight, for I was young, and easily affected by anything terrible or gloomy. We all knew, that old Starboard' was on one of his long-yarn tacks;' and in a short time a group was formed around the old fellow, as anxious as the crowds of coffee-drinkers in the saloons of Constantinople, to listen to the wonderful adventures of the Caliph, Haroun Alraschid, or Sinbad the sailor.
“It's now forty years ago, or thereabouts," began.old Starboard,' stuffing a huge quid of the true Virginia into his left cheeck, "since I first laid eyes on that same death-telling gallows. I was then a mere formast man, and perhaps rather green ; seeing as how that was my first tack this
way, and only the third time I had ever smelt salt water. It was a dark stormy night, with a strong north-wester, blowing at the rate of ten knots an hour; and we were beating across this very channel under a heavy press, with the hopes of clearing the shoals before morning. All hands were on deck clearing off and taking in some of our light canvass ; for the gale kept on increasing, and our mainmast creaked heavily with its load, when the watch a head bawled out-Helm-a-lee ! sail-a-head ! but before the words were scarcely out of his mouth, we were upon the vessel. We struck her about
midships, carrying away our bowsprit, and dashing in the forecastle sails and knuckle-timbers as if they had been glass. But it fared worse with the vessel we met. She was small, being about seven feet in the water, whereas we drew nearer fifteen. We passed slick over her, as if she had been a mere boy's plaything. You may be sure there was no standing still ; every thing was hauled up, and we were before the wind in less than half a shake;- the boats were lowered, although there was such a sea running that it was almost impossible to live in a small boat. Logs of wood and hencoops were thrown overboard, so that, if any were alive, they might save themselves. Our first mate was standing on the quarter listening, when he declared that he heard a shout. We listened, and then it came again, and again, but fainter every time. At length our captain ordered a boat out, with directions to put into the shore, and come off in the morning, as we should lay to. That night there was not an eye closed in the ship ;-we were all waiting for the morning, for many thought it sheer madness in our captain to send off a boat in such a sea, and so dark a night ; and prophesied she would be swamped in less then ten minutes, though no one said so to the captain, for he was in one of his gloomy moods, and walked the deck nearly the whole night without opening his mouth. We stood off and on till morning; and by this time the wind had lulled considerably, and we had a moderate breeze. As soon as it was light, we bore down to the little bay you see yonder to the nor'-east, and having anchored sent off a boat to the shore. I was in her, and I shall never forget my joy when I first saw our men standing on the beach and hallooing to us; we were soon among them, and asking questions enough to sink a lighter. After leaving the ship they steered as near as they could tell to where the cries came from; after running about ten minutes they could hear them plainer, and at last got so near as to speak to the person ;-it was a man clinging to a large board, and was nearly exhausted. After a time they got him in, and finally reached the shore ; the
poor fellow was nearly gone, and could not speak a word ;-so they took him to a house, and after a while, by rolling and warming him, brought him to. It so happened that the house belonged to the governor, or whatever they call him ; and as soon as he clapped his eyes on the man he knew him, and had him taken to prison : and it turned out, that after all our trouble, we had only saved the poor wretch from being drowned, that he might be hung; for it was proved by many who knew him, having seen the fellow before, and by pieces of the wreck which floated ashore, that he was nothing better than a real pirate, whose murders were so numerous they could'nt be counted. He had been taken twice before, but had escaped each time. The governor, to be sure of him now, ordered the execution to take place that day. We had leave to stay on shore and see it. He looked pale and half dead, when they brought him out; and for the soul of me I couldn't help pitying him, he stepped so firm, and went so willingly to meet his death. He was led out to the gallows between two files of soldiers, and our parson talked to him all the way, but he paid no attention, and seemed to be thinking