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of Providence to redeem me from the evil was of old. Happier, because remorse has which stormy passions uncontrolled must been followed by repentance, and by the have brought upon me for ever. The hope, that through that repentance not only change in my temper has cast a light over shall I be forgiven, but that the “sins of my household, which, even in my days of the father may not be visited upon the chilmourning and remorse, is happier than it dren.”

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It was a summer's eventide,

Soft, swert, and silent, warm and bright,
And all the glorious landscape wide,
The lowly thorn, the tree of pride
The grass blades marshall'd side by side,

Wore, thicker than the cope of night,
Innumerable drops of light
Shed from a passing cloud and dun,
That journeyed towards the sinking sun

On the upper wind's impatient wing,
And blushed as it drew near the presence of its king.
That brilliant baptism cool and brief,

Flung from the font of summer skies,
Came with a fresh and full relief

To all the countless shapes and dyes
That sprang from earth's prolific veins,
Aod drank the rich and genial rains.
For all the languid leaves and flowers,
In tangled brakes and cultured bowers,
In level fields and hollow dells,
By woodside walks and mussy wells ;-
The fair and many-folded rose,
Reclining in a proud repose ;
The wallflower's mass of cloudy fire,
The limber bine as c blooming briar,
The clover filled with honey-dew,
Things of familiar form and hue,
Sent such a gush of incense up
From bell and boss, from crown ard cup,
As seemed to burden all the air
With nature's breath of silent prayer,

And send that joyous draught of rain
In sublimated sweets back to the skies again!

How proudly bounds the noble bark,

Spurning the billow's dash,
While thunder-clouds are gath'ring dark,

Amid the frequent flash!
A keen outlook the watchmen keep-
What mark they darkling on the deep?
The course is changed, and down they bear,

For pity guides the brave,
And find, contending with despair,

A sailor on the wave:
They lower the boat, and from the storm
They boldly bear his fainting form.
The means of life they fondly ply;

His cheek resumes its glow;
He points his hand, he strains his eye,

But words refuse to flow :
One effort more, and thus they ran-
" Another—there's ANOTHER man!"
The startled crew explore the place,

While, dirge-like, wails the blast,
But find they neither man nor trace

Where the last struggle pass'd; Yet well will ocean guard his bed, Till summon'd lo restore the dead. Has Jesus placed me in the cleft,

Beyond the vengeful swell?
And can I see a brother left,

Exposed to death and belí,
Nor instantly do what I can,
While sin holds yet “ another man?"

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Murmur glad waters by! Faint gales with happy sigh

Come wandering o'er That green and ..ossy bed, Where, on a gentle head,

Storms beat no more !


What though for her in vain Falls now the bright spring rain,

Plays the soft wind? Yet still from where she lies Should blessed breathings rise,

Gracious and kind.

From hill to hill I love to tread

With steps secure and fleet;
Blue, cloudless skies are o'er my head,

Wild flowers beneath my feet.
My spirit sighs not to recall

Gay scenes of sestal glee;
Fair nature's smiles surpass them all,-

The breezy hills for me!
How fresh, how pure, the balmy air !

How sweet the song-birds' strain !
Almost it grieves me to repair ,

To busier haunts again.
Bright images within my mind

Are springing glad and free;
Life's weary cares seem left behind,-

The breezy hills for me!
And thoughts of deeper, better worth,

Forth at the spell a rise ;
Here, may my heart oft mount from earth

To commune with the skies.
Here, in Thy works, O Lord of Power,

Thy bounteous grace I see;
Here may I duly seek Thee more, -

The breezy hills for me!

Therefore let song and dew Thence in the heart renew

Life's vernal glow! And o'er that holy earth Scents of the violet's birth,

Still come and go.

Oh! then where wild flowers wave, Make ye her mossy grave,

In the free air! Where shower and singing bird Midst the young leaves are heard

There—lay her there !




Full oft the poet has essayed to sing

Thy merits, simple flower; nor quite in vain.
Yet not to thee may I devote the strain
Of eulogy; but to that glorious King,
Who bids iny silver bell his praises ring,

And doth thy leaves so delicately vein;
Making thee meek and modest through thy mien,

The darling of the progeny of spring.
Ay! many a brighter flower the vernal gale
Will kiss, but none to which affection clings
As unto thee; who, as the strong sun flings
His brightness on thee, dost so meekly veil

Thy face: as at the Light celestials hail,
The seraphim theirs cover with their wings.

I love to see a merry band

Beneath the good old tree,
That grows upon my father's land,

The land be left to me.
His heart it was a kindly one;

He'd bow his locks of snow,
To be the playmate of his son,

In days long, long ago.

There was a time, a happy time,

When this old heart was young, And wed an angel in her prime,

More fair than bard has sung,
But she, like earth's most precious things,

Soon left a world of woe,
And therefore 'lis, the old man clings

To days long, long ago.

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Unto the glad bright sun they all

In silent joy look up, And diamond dews at even fall

Within each pearly cup.


The blessed Sun ! he scorneth not

On me alike to shine Oh! thine may be a prouder lot

But not more blest than mine!

Ye who the lack of gold would plead as lack
of power to help another, think not so;
But where ihe stumbling steps of sickness go,
Follow with friendly tcot; and in the track
Of life, when ye encounter, 'midst the snow,
Bewildered wanderers, turn not proudly back,
But lead them gently from their walks of woe
By such kind words as cast a brighter glow
Than gold around them. Oh be sure of this,
The alms most precious man can give to man
Are kind and truthiul words; nor come amiss
Warm sympathizing tears to eyes that scan
The world aright! The only error is,
Neglect to do the little good we can!

Mock not affection's faith, fair Rose,

All lowly though it be; Look not in haughty scorn on those

Who look with love on thee.

From the Atheneum.

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MARRIAGES A Test of National PROSPERITY.-minish in hard times. The general character of We have two independent and infallible gages of the

people for caution and


, aided by some parnational prosperity, -two markets, by the activity tial observation of facts, would easily suggest such and depression of 'which the rise and fall of for- an opinion. These resurns demonstrale it. The tune, the ebb and flow of hope and fear in the com- coincidence of the fluctuation is constant. When munity, may be fairly measured, namely, the Mo- men fancy that prosperity is seized, they incline to ney-market and the matrimonial market. These wed, and commence a family, just as they do to take are our certain social barometers. No instrument a shop, a mill, a mine, and begin a business. Gothat was ever invented could register the state of the verned by prudential considerations, the Englishatmosphere with fidelity like these. The two, far man rarely marries, except when he believes in the apart as they may seem, are closely connected in security of his prospects. This may seem a small the nature of the influences to which they are sub- affair ; but it is really a most valuable trait in the ject. The bad times of the one are the bad times of character of a nation and tells greatly in its results. ihe other. Few smiles are at the second when dole As a matter of course, the number of marriages ful faces are at the first. Marriages, in fact, are re- annually, notwithstanding some Auctuations, has gulated by the same laws as govern the rise and fall gradually increased during these ninety years. In of funds. When brokers smile upon you, maids 1756 they numbered 96,600 ; in 1845 they had inare also kind; when Bank Directors woo you to creased to 287,486. These figures are about as 1 to take credit

, parents and guardians woo you to take 3, and they are respectively the lowest and highest wives. Love weaves his witcherics with the Three in the series. The average of the 10 years 1756-65 per Cents. ; suits militant at 88 are sure to be trium- was 112,549; that of the 10 years 1837-46 was 248,phant at 98. But let the Bank grow coy, and the 050, or more than double. But within these terms maids,—the fickle ones !-grow coy as well. When the fluctuations are numerous, corresponding most gold is plentiful wedding-rings are as cheap in remarkably with the rise and fall of the country's England as crosses of the Legion of Honor in prosperity. For example, during the three years France. But when bills are scarce, banns are also 1788, 89, 90, the weddings were almost stationary, scarce, and licenses not to be thought of. The al- the numbers being 140,064, 141,342, 141,296. In tars lose their attractions when discounts are heavy. 1791 they rose to 145,186, and in 1792 to 149,838— Who would think of marrying when quotations run nearly 10,000 in five years. This fact at once sug. high at Mark lane? It would be madness to think gests some extraordinary change of fortunes. Turn of it. Cupid, though but a bungler, is too acute for to the historical records, and we see the mystery that. It is only after a fruitful summer that the im- cleared up. From 1790 10 1792 the price of wheat mortal urchin' ventures to gather in his harvest. fell from 55s. a quarter to 43s. a quarter; the Three Only when the sun shines will he undertake to per Cents. rose from 77 to 90. Through the recent make hay. Wise and prudent youth! He shuns introduction of manufacturing power, the capital of dark days,-avoids misfortune, veils bis sunny face the country was rapidly increasing. The interest in hard, unprosperous times, to re-appear and return of money, both in the funds and in ordinary investto his mischief only on the dawn of brighter pro- ments, was low. Brindley had introduced the canal mises. Such is the grave and important proposi- system ; canals became the rage. Companies were tion,-stript of its scientific expression, which is formed, schemes projected, funds subscribed. Every enunciated, and, so far as the data yet collected will kind of money was plentiful, and matrimony admit, demonstrated in the "Eighth Annual Report amongst the rest. But a change soon crossed the of the Registrar-General of Births, Deaths, and spirit of that dream. People began to suspect the Marriages in England,” just published and laid be value of their investments. Re-action commenced. fore Parliament.

On the 1st of February, 1793, France declared war A history of England, illustrated by the facts of against England. Ther followed a terrible crisis. the marriage register, is a curious and interesting In April a commission was appointed by Pitt to insubject. No one can overrate the value of correct quire into the causes of commercial distress. statistics in tracing the progress and development of Íbousands were ruined. nations. It has for a long time been known, or at Brides and bridegrooms were now at a discount. least suspected, that in this country marriages are They were a drug in the market. For some years inost frequent in days of prosperity and greatly di- the registers record a sad tale of domestic calamity.

In 1795 the weddings had fallen to 137,594—less EASY WAY OF GAINING OR Losing Five YEARS than they had been since 1783!

OF LIFE.-Early rising has been often extolled, and The fluctuations in the general returns embrace extolled in vain ; for people think that an hour's adthe whole of the nation; but sometimes a high ditional sleep is very comfortable, and can make average year presented a low average in particular very little difference after all. But an hour gained places; ihus Manchester was often, on account of or wasted every day makes a great difference in the the tremendous impetus recently given to its in- length of our lives, wbich we may see by a very sim. dustrial energies, given to “ weddings and rejoic- ple calculation. First, we will say that the average of ings," when the remainder of the land was reduced mankind spend 16 hours of every 24 awake and emto a state of comparative “ single blessedness." It ployed, and 8 in bed. Now, each year having 365 was the same with Liverpool, Birmingham, and other days, if a diligent person abstract from sleep 1 hour great towns. Sometimes the picture was reversed. daily, he lengthens his year 365 hours, or 23 days of Thus in 1789, a bad year for the whole nation, the 16 hours each, the length of a waking day, which marriages in Birmingham were 903 ; but in 1792, is what we call a day in these calculations. We so prosperous to the kingdom, they amounted to will take a period of 40 years, and see how it may only 606! The political riots of the time will rea- be decreased or added to by sloth or energy. A dily occur to the reader in explanation of the cir- person sleeping 8 hours a day has his full average cumstance. But the truth is, ihe decline was not of 365 days in the year, and may therefore be said caused by the riots; for the increase of disorder and to enjoy complete his

40 years. celibacy were equally the effects of causes lying Let him take 9 hours' sleep, and his year open to appreciation. At that time a considerable has but 342 days, so that he lives only 371 number of workmen in the iron districts depended With 10 hours in bed, he has 319 days, for their prosperity upon the manufacture of shoe and his life is

35 buckles. In one of her caprices, Fashion had plac- In like manner, if the sleep is limited to 7 ed her ban upon buckles; henceforth, she said, let hours, our year has 388 days, and instead shoes be tastened with laces! The manufacturers of 40, we live

421 of Birmingham, Walsall, and Wolverhampton, ap- And if 6 hours is our allowance of slumpealed, by petition, to the Prince Regent. He pro ber, we have 411 days in the year and inised' his influence and example. On the strength live

-45 of this promise hundreds of persons invested their By this we see that in 40 years, 2 hours daily occafortunes in buckles. There was to be a state pro- sion either a loss or gain of five years! How much cession in London on the recovery of George III., might be done in this space! What would we not and buckles were expected to beat strings out of the give at the close of life for another lease of 5 years! field, and become again the rage. But, alas for all And how bitter the reflection would be al such a these hopes! the King went to St. Paul's in ties, time, if we reflected at all, that we had wilfuliy buckles were non-plussed, and the manufacturers given up this purtion of our existence merely that ruined. Herein, probably, lies the secret of the po- we might lie a little longer in bed in the morning. litical disorders in the midland counties in 1791. 2, &c.-Daily News.

ANECDOTE OF NAPOLEON.-During the rapid so

journ that he had made in Belgium, in 1810, NapoROMANTICISTS.-It may not be altogether superflu- leon, according to his habit, went one morning, very ous to explain what Strauss and the Germans mean plainly dressed, to walk in the gardens of the Lachby a Romanticist (Romantiker). The Romanticist en Palace, accompanied by an aide-de-camp, where is one who, in literature, in the arts, in religion, or he met a young man who was occupied in arrangin politics, endeavors to revive the dead past; one ing some fowers. He was pleased with the frank who refuses to accept the fiat of history ; refuses to and prepossessing features of the young botanist, acknowledge that the past is past, that it has grown and began a conversation with him. The young old and obsolete; one who regards the present age man who was the son of the head-gardener-he had as in a state of chronic malady, curable only by a studied with great care and economy the history of reproduction of some distant age, of which the pre- the vegetable world—he could name, without hesi. sent is not the child, but the abortion. Poets, who tation, the foreign and complicated names that the see poetry only in the Middle Ages, who look upon over-learned have given, olien in so ridiculous a fairy tales and legends as treasures of the deepest i manner, to the most graceful productions of nature. wisdom; painters, who can see nothing pictorial in He spoke of the Sedosanthe, the Aristoloche, the the world around them; theologians, who can see Rahoa, the Sceroxilion, the Hydrochardee,' and no recognition of the Unspeakable except in super- thousands of plants with difficult names, as another stition, who acknowledge no form of worship but would have talked of spinach and parsley. He the ceremonies of the early church; politicians, who knew the nature and property of each plant-in would bring back « merrie England” into our own short, it was botany personified, a young man of sad tiines by means of ancient pastimes and white twenty-two. waistcoats—these are all Romanticists. It is quite “Are you comfortable in your situation here?" clear that, however modern the name, the Roman- says the Emperor, speaking with interest. “Yes, ticist is not a new phenomenon. There have ever Sir,” replied the young artist, who was far from supbeen—will ever be-men who escaping from our posing the rank of the person who interrogated him. baffling struggle with the Present, dream of a " I live in the midst of what I love, but I am only splendid Future, where circumstance is plastic to an assistant to the head gardener.” Napoleon their theories, or turn themselves lovingly towards never disapproved of ambitious ideas. He had rethe Past, in whose darkness they discern some marked in the young florist his profound study, and streaks of light, made all the more brilliant froin the interest he took in his protession.

" What the contrast—this light being to them the only beacon would you like ?" says he.

“Oh," said the young by which to steer. Antiquity had its Utopists and Belgian,“ what it would like is madness." But Romanticists, as have our Humanitarians and still let me krow," says the Emperor. “ It would Puseyites.-Edinburgh Review.

require a fairy to realize the dream that has often

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