Mediterranean on either side. You command a front view of the city, and the range of mountains in the west, behind which the sun is slowly sinking. As he levels his departing rays across the wide plain, and over the city, against the spire of the Cathedral, and the battlements of the Gibral-Faro, and over the harbor, the shipping and the mole, it is a scene of surpassing loveliness. The vast plain between the city and the mountains is covered with a cloud or haze of light, out of which the range of mountains rises, with their base colored with the deepest indigo, while their summits are bathed in the golden blaze, which the sun pours over all the western horizon. The twilight tints are beautifully rich and strange, changing continually; and the extent of horizon from which the shafts of crimson and golden light, or bundles of arrowy rays in quivers, shoot up athwart the sky from the departing sun, includes almost the whole western hemisphere. The effect upon the outline of the sea is very rich. As the sun is setting, even the distant coast of Africa sometimes becomes distinctly visible, and the ships, at the outermost line of the sea and sky, hang themselves like little sailing clouds, in the atmosphere.

The surprising clearness of the atmosphere brings distant objects near, and minutely distinct, and the intensity of the coloring, and yet the mellowness of every hue is as if heaven and earth were steeped in crimson. All this towards the west. On the other side the moon is silently commencing her reign, with two fair stars just below her; and the coast, as it stretches away to the east, is lost from the eye in the dimness of evening. The Moorish mountain begins to look wild and supernatural as the shades gather around it, and towards that side the face almost gathers blackness, while towards the west you seem as if fronting the splendors of eternity.

I am reminded in some respects so powerfully of Byron's description in the fourth canto of Childe Harold, and it is

in itself a description so true of the sunset as I now witness it, (though written in Italy,) that I cannot but quote a part of his stanzas.

The moon is up, and yet it is not night.
Sunset divides the sky with her a sea
Of glory streams along the Alpine height
Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free
From clouds, but of all colors seems to be
Melted to one vast iris of the west,
Where the day joins the past eternity;

While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest

Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest.

A single star is at her side, and reigns

With her o'er half the lovely heavens; but still

Yon sunny sea heaves brightly,

Filled with the face of heaven, which from afar
Comes down upon the waters; all its hues,
From the rich sunset to the rising star,

Their magical variety diffuse ;

And now they change; a paler shadow strews

Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day

Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues

With a new color as it gasps away,

The last still loveliest, till 't is gone-and all is gray.

Combined with the beauty of this scene, you have, in returning from your walk, the picturesque cluster of ships in the harbor, with all the animating sights and sounds of the port the ships, galleys, feluccas, and vessels of all nations, the sounds of the hammer, the odor of the tar, the evening hum of the mariners, the sweep of the oars, as the boats pass and re-pass between the quay and the shipping. The genius of Crabbe would find admirable subjects for his graphic pencil. If you are fond of the ocean, you may enjoy it here in all its aspects. In this respect Malaga is different from most cities, for the sea rolls in at its foundations, and a few steps will take you to the beach, or give you the view of the whole harbor, with all its animating movements.

LOOKING UP THERE, AND DOWN HERE.

THE celebrated Matthew Wilkes was once in company with a young clergyman who was appointed to preach in the chapel formerly occupied by Whitefield. Having to look into the Bible in the pulpit for some purpose connected with the services before the congregation were assembled, Mr. Wilkes discovered the young minister's notes between the leaves. "What! (said he) notes, where Whitefield preached? What! are you going to read a sermon from Whitefield's pulpit ?" "Ah! (said the minister) the place is large, and is a new one for me, and I tremble at the thought of coming to the people without some written preparation." "Ah, well, well," said Mr Wilkes, "it may be so; but remember, (and here he looked up to heaven, at the same time laying his hand upon the manuscript sermon on the desk) remember, the more you look up there, the less you'll find it necessary to look down here."

This was very striking. There is a great deal of heavenly meaning contained in this sentence of Mr Wilkes. There is a great deal of instruction for every minister. "The more you look up there, the less you will have to look down here." The more you look to God, the less will be your dependence on yourself, and on man. The more you look to God, the more independent you will be of yourself and of man. The more superior you will be to the fear of man, which bringeth a snare, and the more powerful you will be in yourself, by the grace of God within you. Look

aloft! It is the only way to get safely down. Look aloft! Whether you have notes before you, or thoughts within you, or both, it is the only way to make them available, the only way to give them power over your hearers, the only way to speak them as from God, the only way to preach with comfort and happiness to yourself, with power and benefit to your hearers. Look up to God! It is the only way to make your hearers look thither also. If you see nothing but your manuscript, your hearers will not see much in that. And if you have not gotten your manuscript from God, your hearers will get little of God's thoughts from you. Your notes may have come from God's word, but if you yourself do not look up to God, the power of God's word will not be in them. A man needs as much help from God to preach a written sermon, as he does an extempore one; nay, perhaps more; for a fluent extempore speaker may preach a torrent of mere words with some warmth to the hearer, if there be a fervent manner, when, if the torrent had been confined to a manuscript, it would have proved a very cold shower, or a mere damp drizzle. There is, indeed, too much of this drizzle in preaching.

Good thoughts in notes are apt to have more value, but they do not make so much noise, as light thoughts in specie. Your hearers themselves must be in the habit of going to the bank to prove your notes, and then they will find out their value. If you got them at the bank of heaven, your hearers will find that they are of more value than extempore silver. If you only made them yourself, they will be worth nothing at all. A handful of extempore six-pences, procured at the mint, will be better than hundreds of pounds signed only by yourself on paper. But if you did get your notes at the bank, your hearers will know it, even while you are issuing them; there being always an indefinable demonstration in the air and manner of the man who, as Matthew Wilkes says, "looks up there," that makes his hearers feel and say involuntarily, He got that note at the

bank; it has the stamp of Heaven's chancery. But heavy notes need more feeling in their issue, in their delivery, than light extempore sixpences. You may make much jingle with the latter, and this will pass with many for fervor, but with the former, unless you have the fervor which is obtained only by "looking up there," you will make but little impression on others, and even the notes which you get from the word of God will make but little impression on yourself.

The word of God needs the Spirit of God, and while the word of God may be studied in the letter, and preached in the letter, merely by "looking down here," the Spirit of God can be obtained only by "looking up there." It is only the preacher, who looks up there, that knows how to look down here aright. The same may be said of all Christians, of hearers as well as preachers. Matthew Wilkes' word is as good for one as the other. The more you look to God, the less you will find it necessary to look to man. The more you look to God, the better you will know how to look to his word, and the more you will see of him in it. And as to notes in the pulpit, the more you are in the habit of looking up to God before you go to church, the more you will see of God in the preacher, and the more you will receive from God through the preacher, if indeed he himself is more in the habit of looking up there, than down here. And if not, the hearer will know it. But whether the preacher looks up to God or not, it is none the less your duty to do so. And it ought to be remembered that the more you look up there, the more the preacher will look up there also. The way a church looks has a great influence on the way a minister looks. Wherefore, let all look up to God.

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