From the first Sunday after the Epiphany to Quinquagesima, Hartung preaches on Hell: the absence of Jesus, its chief woe, the hunger and thirst of the damned, the gloom, the tears, the horror of the abode, the undying worm of conscience, the fire, the eternity of the punishment, the murmurs of the damned, &c. From the first Sunday in Lent to Palm Sunday he preaches on Death: the time of death the season of temptation, the time of death the moment of transfiguration, the time of death the time for confession and communion, the time of death the moment of supreme joy, &c. At the same time he has another series of rural sermons from Septuagesima to the close of Lent, on our Lord’s Passion. From Easter Day, Hartung preaches upon Heaven: the beauty of the glorified body fills three discourses; he speaks then of the harmony of Heaven, the immutability of the joy, the vastness and beauty of the abode of the redeemed, the delight of the five senses in Heaven, and the thoughts of Heaven. Throughout Trinity, Hartung preaches upon God. I shall give two sermons of the preacher, the one on Hell, the other on Heaven. First Sunday after the Epiphany. Rural Sermon. _On Hell._—I. The absence of Jesus, the chief woe of the lost. Luke ii. 48. _Thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing._ 1. He loses much who in a moment loses his wealth, as did Job. He loses more who loses the favour of a king, and the love of an intimate friend, as did Absalom. He loses more yet who loses himself, as did Ahithophel. But he loses most who loses Jesus; for he who loses Jesus loses every thing, a treasure above price, the best of friends, the surest of counsellors, his _all in all_. “Omnia si perdas, Jesum servare memento, Ipse tibi Jesus _omnia solus_ erit.” The names Jesus and Jehovah are very similar, as St. Jerome observes, for what Jehovah _signifies_, that Jesus _is_—all in all. Oh! how sweetly does Ambrose exclaim, “Christ is our all.” Art thou an infant? He is thy mother, her breast, her milk. Art thou aged? He is thy staff, thy stay. Art thou a boy? He is thy path, thy way. Art thou sick? He is thy physician and thy medicine. Art thou dying? He buries thy soul, not in the bosom of Abraham, but in His own pierced side, and thy body He lays in the field which He purchased for thee at the price of His blood, the field of the Church, His Bride. Christ is all to us. He who loses Him, loses all. Truly, if Micah could say when his idols were removed, _Ye have taken away my gods which I made,—and what have I more?_ (Judg. xviii. 24;) far more truly may he complain who sees himself deprived of Jesus.