or that "deep and dreadful organ pipe-the thunder." Is there a fish, a bird, or animal in any of the elements, or one of the corners of the world, however remote, which has not been rendered subservient to the indulgencies of our palates; while earth spreads before us a never-ending banquet of inanimate productions, stretching up her branching hands from the ground, and pouring into our mouths corn, wine, and honey, with a thousand varieties of fruit and vegetable luxuries? and that they may not leave a single sense ungratified, do not the greater part of them emit delicious fragrance, while myriads of flowers impregnate the very winds with odours the most exquisite?

Yet these ministerings to the senses, manifold and voluptuous as they are, were always meant to be kept in subjection to the enjoyments provided for the celestial part of this lord of the creation! Pleasures of bodily perception he shares with the beasts that perish; but what a new creation of unbounded beatitude is opened to him by the possession of his reasoning faculties, and the consciousness of an immortal soul! consolations of religion-the joys that emanate from the head and heart-books and intellectual society, friendship, and domestic bliss, every one of these is an inexhaustible source of joy, whose runnels and streamlets it would require a separate essay to specify; and yet the happy

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creature who combines them all with the keen though subordinate delights of sense-who is placed in the midst of this transitory paradise, under a promise that if he walks in that path which imparts the most intense enjoyments to existence, he may exchange it for an eternal one, dares, in the blindness of ingratitude, to murmer at his fate! It only depends on himself to be a demi-god, and to convert the world into an elysium.

Let us but strive

To love our fellow-men as heaven loves us,
Which is true piety, and earth will seem
Itself a heaven.

Gaities and Gravities.

GOOD principles are the seeds of good actions, and though the seed may be buried under much rubbish, yet as long as there is life in it, there is a reasonable expectation of seeing fruit from it some time or other. Sherlock.

CHARITY is love to man, founded on love to God. J. W. Cunningham.

THE hand of a friend imparts inestimable value to the most trifling token of remembrances, but a magnificent present from one unloved, is

like golden chains which encumber and restrain not the less for being made of costly materials.

Miss E. Smith.

SELF-REVERENCE is that surest internal guard heaven seems to have assigned the human virtues. Sir T. Fitzosborne's Letters.

NOBLE he was, contemning all things mean,
His truth unquestioned, and his soul serene;
Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace,
Truth, temper, love, were written in his face :
Yet while the serious thought his soul approved,
Cheerful he seemed, and gentleness he loved;
To bliss domestic he his heart resigned,
And with the firmest had the fondest mind;
Were others joyful, he looked smiling on,
And gave allowance where he needed none;
Good he refused with future ill to buy,
Nor knew a joy that caused reflection's sigh;
A friend to virtue, his unclouded breast
No envy stung, no jealousy distress'd;
If pride was his, 'twas not their vulgar pride
Who other's merit slander or deride;
But if that spirit in his soul had place,
It was the jealous pride that shuns disgrace,-
A pride in honest fame by virtue gain'd,
In a whole life in glorious labours train'd,-
Pride in the power that guards his country's coast,
And all that Englishmen enjoy and boast,-

Pride in a life that slander's tongue defied,

In fact a noble passion, misnamed pride.

Crabbe.

NATURE inculcates maxims of self-preservation; religion goes many a step beyond it; and as she travels scatters this golden precept, man liveth to himself alone."

"No

J. Brewster.

THE body is the shell of the soul, apparel is the husk of that shell, the husk often tells you what the kernel is.

Quarlis.

HER soul was like a bee-hive built of glass;
And you could see her sweet thoughts, every one
Like honey-bees at work; for sweetness she
From every thing extracted, and to all
Dispensed it, never niggard of her stores,
Which more for others than herself she kept
Within that hive of honey thoughts, her heart!
That heart was circled with sincerity

Of such transparent and crystalline temper
That you might see its inmost cell o'erflowing
With precious love and rich benevolence;

Yes! thro' the lanes and high roads of this world,
In conscious purity's unguarded scorn
Of masks and all concealment, ever thus
She walked, a visible soul-a naked mine.

Court Journal, A.D. 1836.

HAPPY is he who lives to understand
Not human nature only, but explores
All natures, to the end that he may find
The law that governs each; and where begins
The union, the partition where, that makes
Kind and degree among all visible beings;
The constitutions, powers, and faculties,
Which they inherit, cannot step beyond,
And cannot fall beneath; that do assign
To every class its station and its office
Through all the mighty commonwealth of things,
Up from the creeping plant to sovereign man.
Such converse, if directed by a meek,
Sincere, and humble spirit, teaches love;
For knowledge is delight, and such delight
Breeds love; yet, suited as it rather is
To thought and to the climbing intellect,
It teaches less to love than to adore;
If that be not indeed the highest love!

Wordsworth.

'NOT to myself alone,'

The little opening flower transported cries;
'Not to myself alone I bud and bloom,
With fragrant breath the breezes I perfume,
And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes;
The bee comes sipping every even-tide

His dainty fill,

The butterfly within my cup doth hide
From threatening ill.'

'Not to myself alone,'

The circling star with honest pride doth boast;