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tory which he continued and his editions of his brother's works sufficiently demonstrate. In fact, the "History of the Church of Christ" confines itself to those persons whose minds and opinions coincided with the doctrines and creed of the Milners and the other evangelicals of Cambridge; and consequently, it has been as much overpraised by one party as it has been unjustly depreciated by other sections of the religious world.

The work before us, however, is neither so remarkable in regard to its subject at the present day, nor as respects the biographer's execution, as to merit a particular review. To be sure, Miss Milner has displayed a creditable desire to be impartial, and to withhold nothing. Still, as a member of the family, and a person indebted to the benefactions of the dean, having been adopted by him in her infancy and constantly with him afterwards, the reader has to make some allowances that help to bring the subject of this bulky volume down to a lower level than the lady has been able to perceive is his appropriate station. And having alluded to the size of the book, we must say that it is needlessly swelled out by extracts from his correspondence and manuscripts, which have no particular claim to notice, either as containing opinions or facts. The principal interest of the volume belongs to the first half of the life, while this occupies only about a fourth of its pages: affording a test both of the biographer's judgment and of the university-man's real dimensions as a divine, a scholar, or a person who stamps society with his influence. We now present a few extracts from the work of a miscellaneous nature. And first take certain reminiscences of Mr. Macaulay:

In 1814, Dr. Milner again insisted on my passing the Easter holidays with him; and he was, if possible, kinder than before. It was a time not to be forgotten by the youngest who were able to comprehend the signs of public joy. The news of the fall of Paris, and of the abdication of Napoleon, arrived, I think, on the very day on which I went on my second visit to the Lodge of Queen's College. Cambridge was illuminated; and my kind old friend was divided between his wish that I should see the show and his fear that I might come to some harm in the crowd. He sent me out with all sorts of precautions, and told me afterwards that he could not compose himself to sleep till he knew that I was safe at home. In general, this visit resembled the last, except that, as was natural at such a season, he talked more of history and politics than of natural science. One story which he told at breakfast, over his great bowl of milk, I well remember. "The first time," he said, "that I ever heard about war or the French was when I was a little child in London. I was taken out of bed late at night, and carried to the window. All the street was alive, though it was midnight. The watchman was calling, 'Past twelve o'clock; Quebec taken.' The news came late and the Lord Mayor had given orders that the watchman should cry it, with the hour, all through the city."

He talked of the bearing of the recent events upon religion, of the restoration of the Pope, of the suppression of the order of Jesuits, and of the pro

bability of its revival, then he went back to the Reformation, and found me, for my age, an intelligent listener; for I had lately been reading his history - of that time, and Robertson's Charles the Fifth. I ventured to say some hard things of Luther; which he pronounced to be most unjust, and took down from his bookcase some letters of Melancthon, in order to set me right. He was very severe on Erasmus, though the most distinguished ornament of his own college. He said, "we have no relic of him at Queen's except a huge corkscrew; and I am afraid that there was nothing in his principles to keep him from making very assiduous use of it." This corkscrew is mentioned by Dr. Buchanan, who, in his last visit to Queen's College, inhabited Erasmus's rooms, as being “about a third of a yard long."

Here is some notice of T. P. Thompson many years ago:

Mr. Thompson, the father, is a tried character, having been a truly religious man for many years. He is connected with the Methodists. The son has, of course, had a religious education, and either is or will be, I trust, a religious character likewise, in due time; but religion, you know, is not hereditary. However, I believe I do not go too far when I say, that Mr. Thompson junior will certainly favour all the rational attempts of religious people to spread Christianity and to civilize barbarians. In this light, therefore, I venture to recommend Mr. Thompson to your notice, as a person on whom the Moravians might depend for help, and support, and countenance, in all their laudable attempts, whether those attempts be on a small or a larger scale. Even if one, or two, or three of your brethren, should have a mind to go with him to explore those regions, I should think the opportunity a very favourable one.

Mr. Wilberforce is Mr. Thompson's warm friend, and does his utmost to forward his appointment; and I do assure you that I shall feel greatly disappointed if Mr. Thompson, under the guidance and protection of a kind Providence, do not show himself both discreet and enterprising, and also very able in the execution of the plans which he has in view.

An anecdote for trained boxers :

It should be premised, that it was his settled habit to endeavour to glean from every person who fell in his way some portion of the particular knowledge, whatever it might be, which that person was supposed to possess. Therefore, being in company at Lowther with a nobleman who professed great skill as a boxer, he contrived to turn the conversation upon the art or science of self-defence. Lord A- H- strenuously maintained that a scientific pugilist could not by any possibility be struck by an uninstructed antagonist; that his skill would enable him to ward off any blow not dealt to him by a brother of the craft. The Dean disputed this position; the company became interested and the discussion animated; experiment only could decide the point. In order therefore to bring the matter to the test, Dr. Milner rose from his seat, and walking into the middle of the apartment, coolly said, "Now, my Lord, if you will only promise not to strike me, I think that, in spite of any guard you can keep, I can strike you." "Impossible," &c. &c. exclaimed Lord A- — H They stood up accordingly; and "within less than thirty seconds," said Dean Milner, with

great triumph, when he afterwards related the circumstance, “I gave him with my open hand such a slap on the face as rang again through the large room." The company, of course, laughed heartily; and Lord A- Hsaid no more on the subject of boxing; but so irresistible was the influence of the Dean's good humour, that it was impossible even for a man in his lordship's circumstances to be angry with him.

Dean Milner appears to have been proud of the powers of his

voice:

On one occasion, while staying at Lowther Castle, Doctor Milner proved, what indeed stood in little need of proof, his extraordinary power of voice. He was walking on the terrace with several other persons, the Bishop of Llandaff, I think, among others, when a labourer being visible at a considerable distance in the fields below, it was determined that they should try who among them could speak loud enough to make him hear. They tried in turn, each addressing the unconscious agriculturist in the most sonorous words which presented themselves. Dean Milner spoke last; and on his exclaiming in his full and round tones, "Turn, charge, and conquer !"' the man instantly turned, and gave signs of attention. If the Dean felt any degree of self-complacency on the score of any of his personal advantages, it was with regard to his magnificent voice, and his skill in using it; and he certainly sometimes told this anecdote with evident satisfaction.

The Milners were scientifically musical, but defective in regard to a natural ear for music. What then did they do by way of test?

I have heard the Dean relate with much glee, that his brother and himself, being well aware that a defect of musical ear was imputed to them, and being at the same time very sensible that they certainly never had received any such pleasure from listening to melody or harmony as many of their acquaintance professed to experience, nevertheless flattered themselves that the peculiarity might be explained by the fact that they really had never heard any truly good music. While in this mood of mind, chance threw into their way an advertisement, setting forth that The Messiah, the greatest work of the immortal Handel, &c. &c. was about to be performed, in an unusually efficient manner, at Beverly, a town about nine miles from Hull. To Beverly, therefore, they resolved to repair, determined to put the matter to the test.

They arrived, and took their seats in the Minster: the confused clangour of tuning was hushed; the conductor, an important-looking person with a large roll of paper in his hand, gave the authoritative signal, and the overture to The Messiah commenced. "It was no place," continued Dr. Milner, "for talking, but we turned round and looked at one another and shook our heads: we were satisfied. This, as we were given to understand, was first-rate music: alas, alas! to us it was all alike. We staid but a little while."

The Dean had religious despondencies:

My views have of late been exceedingly dark and distressing; in a word Almighty God seems to hide his face.

I intrust the secret hardly to any earthly being. I endeavour to pour out my heart before God; but really I receive so little that I can fairly call answers, in any shape, that my heart fails, and I know not what will become of me. I feel assured, that for a good while my earnest desire has been to serve God according to my station, and to give myself wholly to him; and I hoped I was going on tolerably well: but I find it no easy matter to look death and judgment in the face; and the thing which most dispirits me is, that my own case takes up so much of my attention, that, in a measure, my usefulness is destroyed, or at least lessened.

I bless God, however, that I never lose sight of the Cross as the great thing to cling to; and though I should die without seeing any personal interest in the Redeemer's merits, I think—I hope-I should be found at his feet. If I am to be saved at all, it is assuredly in this way. This conviction has not yet been shaken in my mind; but it is a blind sort of faith, and nearer allied to despair than to confidence. I see plainly, indeed, that there is no other way; but still I do not see but that I may perish.

I will thank you for a word at your leisure. My door is bolted all the time I am writing this, for I am full of tears.

ART. III.-A Tradesman's Travels in the United States and Canada, in the Years 1840, 1841, and 1842. By WILLIAM THOMSON, Stonehaven. Oliver and Boyd.

A TRADESMAN north of the Tweed is synonymous with a workingman. Accordingly, William Thomson, although an operative woolspinner of Stonehaven, speaks but in the current fashion when he appropriates to himself, the more respectable designation in the English vocabulary.

William, while residing in Stonehaven, a small town on the east coast of Scotland, being threatened with a pulmonary disease, was advised to go to a warmer climate; and having two brothers in South Carolina, he fixed upon that quarter for his temporary sojourn.

He left Stonehaven in a very weak state in August, 1840, but was much improved in health by the time he reached Charleston. The residence of his brothers was only sixty miles distant from that town; and by the month of February he felt himself quite well. Still, it was deemed proper to remain another year, in order to confirm his recovery. It was during this latter period that he pursued his travels, which extended to the principal parts of the Union; beginning, as he started early in the season, viz., towards the end of February, 1841, with the states of North and South Carolina and Georgia, afterwards proceeding northwards as the summer advanced.

Partly as a matter of choice and partly for economy's sake, he travelled as a working man,-"stopping a few weeks here and there, in the different states, working at any thing I could get to do, in order that I might have the better opportunities of ascertaining the real

state of the people." He was in New York on "the great 4th of July," when the only drawback to his pleasure was, "that I could not find an Old Country Tory, to see how he would look amongst the liberty poles," &c., which distinguished the rejoicings of the democrats. By the Falls he entered Canada, where he pursued his method of working and observing, no less systematically than while in the states. The weather getting rather cold, in October he left Canada for the Western States, making Columbus in Ohio, and Cincinnati, the places where the principal part of his stay in this section of the Union was made. His course took other large and rapid sweeps, ere returning to his brothers. He sailed for Liverpool in April, 1842 ; and arrived in Stonehaven in May, and in good health.

The wool-spinner's tour was one of compass, in as far as travelling and variety of country and locality were concerned. But what is better, he proves himself in the small volume, which is creditable to the Stonehaven press as a specimen of typography, to be a man of sound sense, right feeling, and observation. And he is modest withal; the book being at the same time far from mean as a literary production.

The wool-spinner distinctly tells us that having travelled, he did not see why he should not, after the manner of greater folks, write a work; and this he has been the more inclined to do, because the numerous works that have been written by travellers about America, "do not descend far enough into the scale of society, do not enter close enough into the minutiae of every-day life, to convey anything like a correct idea of the condition of those who have to toil daily for their subsistence." On the other hand, William Thomson was a tramper, who mixed with the mass of the people; sometimes in his professional capacity, and sometimes as a farm-labourer, just as jobs cast up in his way. Accordingly, he lived amongst mechanics and the cultivators of the soil; observed what they eat, drank, and wore; noted how they spoke and felt in their familiar intercourse with each other; and, in short, devoted his attention principally to matters that fall not under the notice of the usual class of tourists, and points which are little suited to the taste of the romantic, the purpose of the satirical, or the lofty speculations of the political. Our traveller having been bred to the wool-manufacturing business, and having seized every opportunity that presented itself of observing particularly how that branch is conducted in America, will be consulted with profit and interest by all who, like himself, have been brought up to it, but which now "affords so precarious a living in this over-peopled country."

After a perusal of the modest, sensible, and really very readable "Tradesman's Travels," two things have occurred to us as the facts and doctrines to be deduced from the book, supposing the account to be sufficiently correct, full, and impartial. We shall merely mention

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