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oppose Christianity in any point, nor give us to think for a moment that all its merciful provisions were not wanted in addition to all that philosophy can teach.' I fear, my dear friend, that I shall weary you in talking about this great and most lovely man."

"The freedom to which the doctor admits Mr. Rhodes," remarked Robert Hall about this time, "is in itself a proof of the distinguished merit of that gentleman." The illustration of this intimacy supplied by this letter alone, would justify a similar inference. It was not, however, only on account of the honour reflected upon himself by such a friendship, or the intellectual advantages he derived from it, that he loved to cherish its memory in after years, but also from the hope that it was not without spiritual benefit to his illustrious friend. Dr. Brown was always accustomed to speak respectfully of the Christian Revelation; but he had never accepted the distinguishing tenets of the evangelical system. He was charmed with the poetry, the beautiful sentiment, and the earnest enthusiasms of the Christian life; but he thought these results might

be obtained simply by following out man's natural tendencies. The very terms on which he received Christianity amounted to little more than a polite and complimentary rejection of it. His own creed was too obscure and indefinite to render him the highest practical service. It had no power to inspire "a song in the night," or to sustain in the hour of trial. That hour he now felt to be approaching. His health was in a languid state, and the thought of death threw a shade over the sunshine of his gay and gentle spirit. Open as the day; simple as a child; he could not conceal from his confidential friends the sad misgivings of his heart. More than once, Mr. Rhodes heard him recite with startling pathos some lines from Beattie's "Hermit," which he applied with evident reference to


"Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more:

I mourn, but ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance and glittering with dew:
Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn;

Kind nature the embryo blossom will save.

But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
Oh! when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?"

He numbered amongst his friends many eminent ministers in Edinburgh, but all were so awed by his genius, or so unwilling to encounter him in the keen exercise of the logical and critical faculties, which a challenge to religious conversation would involve, that they could not call up courage to speak to him on the great solemnities of their faith. The humble student, however, resolved to make the venture, and he did make it frequently. Once he led him into conversation on the Epistle to the Romans; on another occasion he persuaded him to read Fuller's "Gospel its own Witness,” and on the morning of the day when he took his final departure from the university, while the doctor was walking arm in arm with him in the college grounds, he once more respectfully introduced the theme, begging him to reconsider it, and requesting him, as a favour to himself, to read two books; one of these was Dr. Pye Smith, on the "Sacrifice and Priesthood of Christ ;" and the other, Foster's "Essay on the Aversion of Men of Taste to Evangelical Religion." Dr. Brown thanked him and said, "I honour and admire your fidelity." In the course of the next

year the philosopher died. Perhaps the farewell words of his young friend were seeds of immortal life in his spirit, and may be even now bringing forth fruit in that world which we must die to



"When first thou didst entice me to thy heart,

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My days were strew'd with flowers and happiness;
There was no month but May.

But with my years sorrow did twist and grow,
And made a party unawares for woe."

George Herbert.


EDINBURGH had been to Mr. Rhodes a scene of great happiness. His mind while there had opened in a congenial atmosphere. Like most persons who suffer from a frail and sickly physical system, he had ever before been accustomed to fear society, and to shrink from contact with the "insolence of health; " but he formed associations in this place, which tended to thaw the frost of his reserve, and disperse the native melancholy of

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