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"The people's poor ones he shall judge,

The needy's children save;

And those shall he in pieces break,

Who them oppressed have.

For he the needy shall preserve,

When he to him doth call;

The poor, also, and him that hath

No help of man at all.

Both from deceit and violence

Their soul he shall set free;

And in his sight right precious

And dear their blood shall be.

Now blessed be the Lord, our God,

The God of Israel,

For he alone doth wondrous works,

In glory that excel.

And blessed be his glorious name

To all eternity;

The whole earth let his glory fill:

Amen; so let it be."

When I heard the united sound of all the voices, giving force to these simple and pathetic words, I thought I could see something of the reason why that rude old translation still holds its place in Scotland.

The addresses were, many of them, very beautiful; the more so for the earnest and religious feeling which they manifested. That of Dr. Wardlaw, in particular, was full of comfort and encouragement, and breathed a most candid and catholic spirit. Could our friends in America see with what earnest warmth the religious heart of Scotland beats towards them, they would be willing to suffer a word of admonition from those to whom love gives a right to speak. As Christians, all have a common interest in what honors or dishonors Christianity, and an ocean between us does not make us less one church.