and calm, their hearts are steadfast and unmoveable: their peace, flowing as a river, passeth all understanding, and they rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory. For they are sealed by the Spirit unto the day of redemption, having the witness in themselves, that there is laid up for them a crown of righteousness, which the Lord will give them in that day—” What a collection of lies! The above pamphlet is full of such daring impudence; and in one of his sublime hymns he thus sings— “My cup it runs o’er, I have comfort and power, I have pardon, and what can a sinner want more; He can have a new heart, so as never to start From thy ways, he may be in the world as _thou_ art; He may be without sin, _all_ holy and clean; He may be as his master, all glorious within, Without blemish or blot, without wrinkle or spot, _Without power_ to offend thee, in deed, word, or thought.” This is the sublime poetry of Wesley, who has been classed with Dr. Watts as a poet; yea, almost with the psalmist, David, in a recent publication called “The Conference; or, Sketches of Wesleyan Methodism.” The author of which very far exceeds the Wesleys, either John or Charles. But I beg leave to say, the writers of the Evangelical Magazine, very highly applaud the work. I think the following lines on Mr. Wesley, in the above work, fulsome:— “Thou, too, art gone, _sweet_ leader of the choir, Thou soul of music with a seraph’s lyre; When Royal David made his final will, Sweet fancy added this last codicil— I give to Solomon my crown and throne, This sacred harp shall Watts and _Wesley_ own; And _thou_ hast touch’d the strings with so much skill, The Hebrew melodist enchant us still.”