A positively irreligious literature would not be endured in the present day. But there is very much, that, without being irreligious, in the sense of profane or skeptical, is irreligious by the absence of all religious influence or recognition from its pages. Many of our popular writers discard it upon principle. It is chiefly men who have addicted themselves to science, and to inquiries into material things that lean in this direction, though many of our writers on light literature have the same tendency. The spirit aims to create a world of its own, in which there shall be literally no God. If it alludes to religion at all, it is only under the form of a sly sneer, or insinuated doubt, or a contemptuous depreciation of its professors, as if they alone were the men that are wanting in common sense. The periodical literature of our day, in particular, is pouring out a perfect torrent of continuous publication. It is in this class of works especially the evil lurks to which we allude. Such works, with the newspapers, are threatening to supersede all other kinds of reading. The least evil is, that they must create a superficial, unthinking generation. It is true, these do not wholly repudiate religion; on the contrary, they profess a certain kind of respect for it. But it is not the respect that springs from affection, or that produces reverence. There is a flippancy about them, when religion is spoken of, that little consists with true love. People in general are not aware of the dangers they expose their minds to by the constant perusal of such publications. Or, if they know it, they have not principle enough to forego the mental gratification of their exciting medley pages. They persuade themselves that there can be no harm in them, because they find Christian feelings now and then spoken of and commended. It never strikes them that it is religion with the blood of life off and the chill of infidelity on.—London Christian Observer.