less, wifeless, and childless, yet is there cheerfulness in his heart, and hope in his eye, for his eye and his heart are fixed on heaven.

And shall the widow, and the grey-headed old man, bear their heavier afflictions patiently, while you mope away your hours, and give way to melancholy on account of what deserves not the name of trouble!

Do, for very shame, if you have no better motive, get the better of your melancholy. If there be a spirit within you that would spurn what is unworthy; if there be a particle of gratitude for the manifold blessings with which you are surrounded; if you are not eaten up with selfishness, and unthankfulness, wage war with melancholy your heart shall then be lighter, your brow brighter, and the troubles which are around you shall vanish away.

The road of despondency, shrouded with gloom,
Is dark as the shadows which hang o'er the tomb.
Its pathways are broken, its ditches are deep,
And it ends in a precipice, sudden and steep.
The wretches that tread it gaze fearfully round,
Or gloomily walk with their eyes on the ground:
No fruit is e'er gather'd, no bud blossoms there;
'Tis the darkest of pathways that lead to despair.

When putting out the light of your lantern on a dark night will enable you to find your roadwhen carrying an additional burden will enable you the better to sustain the load which you have already on your back-when throwing down your oars will enable you to bring your boat to shore; then, and not till then,, will despondency dissipate the shadows which are around you, and melancholy lighten the troubles of your heart.

AN ODD CHAPTER.

EXPERIENCE has taught me what in time it will no doubt teach you, that if we form our opinion

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persons and things by the names they bear, we shall often be most lamentably disappointed.

I had an uncle named Hardy, who could not bear the wind to blow upon him; and a cousin, Crouch, who was as unbending, as proud, and as fearless a fellow as any in England.

The greatest simpleton in the parish where I live is William Sage; everybody knows Lamb, the butcher, to be hard-hearted; and my worthy next-door neighbour, Mr. Young, is ninety-four next Bartlemas day.

The largest man that I ever saw, always excepting Daniel Lambert, was a Mr. Small; the most passionate, spiteful, spit-cat of a woman, a Mrs. Mildmay; and the gentlest creature that ever crossed my pathway, a Miss Savage.

You may put it down for a truth that the Red Sea is not of a flame colour, nor the White Sea white as snow; neither is the Black Sea exactly the colour of my hat.

The New World was discovered hundreds of years ago, and half of Little Tartary is bigger than the whole of Great Britain. Some people at the Friendly Islands are far from being civil, and many at the Cape of Good Hope have died in despair.

The Sandwich Isles are not the best places to lunch at. There are high mountains in Lower Canada. The inhabitants of Japan are not over

polished, and the United Provinces are often at variance with each other.

A strait is sometimes as crooked as a crabtree. The sea is a place where people are often in sad want of water, and the Pacific Ocean is not unfrequently in a violent rage.

Many live a lowly life in the Highlands. Table Mount is more than three thousand feet in the air. Pontypool is all dry land; and at Camelford you will hardly find either camel or dromedary once in seven years.

The Gold Coast is by no means a coast of gold.

You must look sharp about you to find a single stick at the North Pole; and Greenland is not half so green as other places.