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volume, and the close of the writer's life. This overworking of the brain began to tell upon his mental health." He fancied that his museum was to be attacked by robbers, and he had a loaded weapon beside his bed. The idea that his brain was deeply and hopelessly diseased, that his mind was on the verge of ruin, took hold of him, and stood out before his eye in all that appalling magnitude in which such an imagination as his alone could picture out." He mentioned this to a medical man, and said, "My brain is giving way. I cannot put two thoughts together to-day; I have had such a dreadful night of it; I cannot face another such; I was impressed with the idea that my museum was attacked by robbers, and that I had got up, put on my clothes, and gone out with a loaded pistol to shoot them. Immediately after that I became unconscious. How long that continued I cannot say; but when I awoke in the morning I was trembling all over, and quite confused in my brain. On rising I felt as if a stiletto was suddenly, and as quickly as an electric shock, passed through my brain from front to back, and left a burning sensation on the top of the brain, just below the bone. So thoroughly convinced was I that I must have been out through the night, that I examined my trousers to see if they were wet or covered with mud, but could find none."

He had a few more of such experiences, when his face wore the picture of horror. In one of these paroxysms he drew the fatal revolver, and in

the wreck of that mighty intellect his life, too, passed away. It was a sad eclipse.

None have doubted the piety of Hugh Miller. It was too marked to be suspected. His life illustrated it throughout his whole career since the illumination of his soul, by means of the friend of his youth. None knew him better than Dr. Guthrie, and his testimony to his piety was most decided in the pathetic funeral sermon which he preached after the death of his friend and fellow-laborer. His life is a lesson which many an aspiring youth may study with advantage. It will teach him that natural powers, well cultivated, will raise the mind. and the man; that all study may be Christian, and connected with "the two theologies-natural and revealed." But this life teaches also this other lesson, that there is a limit to the power of the mind. A sound mind must be kept within a sound body. Whenever there is injury done to the physical frame by the pursuit of mental study, there is danger of a sad reaction on the mind itself.

"He is gone who seemed so great-
Gone! but nothing can bereave him
Of the force he made his own,
Being here; and we believe him
Something far advanced in state,
And that he wears a truer crown

Than any wreath that man can weave him."

SIR HENRY HAVELOCK, K. C. B.,

THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.

There was a certain man in Cesarea, called Cornelius, a centurion of the band called the Italian band, a devout man, and one that feared God with all his house, which gave much alms to the people, and prayed to God always.-Acrs x, 1, 2.

Unheard by all but angel ears

The good Cornelius knelt alone,
Nor dreamed his prayers and tears
Would help a world undone.

The while upon his terraced roof,
The loved apostle to his Lord

In silent thought aloof,

For heavenly vision soared.

The saint beside the ocean prayed,
The soldier in his chosen bower,
Where all his eye surveyed

Seem sacred in that hour.

To each unknown his brother's prayer,
Yet brethren true in dearest love
Were they and now they share
Fraternal joys above.

There dayly through Christ's open gate
They see the Gentile spirits press,
Brightening their high estate
With clearer happiness.

What civic wreath for comrades saved

Shone ever with such deathless gleam,

Or when did perils braved

So sweet to veterans seem ?-KEBLE.

THE Indian revolt brought into prominence not a few men who distinguished themselves not less by their Christian character than by their heroic conduct. Though known to their friends to be devoted Christians, they were not known to the country. But since war and suffering, cruelty and murder have removed so many, we now learn how great has been our bereavement. It is recorded of one of the Covenanters in Scotland, that as the enemy was about to attack the devoted band, he lifted up his prayer in these striking words: "Lord, spare the green and take the ripe!" The request was granted; and when the conflict was ended, some of the saintliest of the faithful lay among the dead. Not a few of the "ripe" have fallen in India, while many of the " green " are spared. Devoted missionaries, Christian soldiers, exemplary women, and innocent infants, have been taken to their rest by means of the sepoy's arm or the toils of war, while many who were unprepared to die have been allowed to live.

Among these the name of Sir Henry Havelock stands conspicuous, as his memory must outlive them all. For long-tried Christian consistency, earnest philanthropy, unflinching courage, strict discipline, rare tactics, and marvelous success in perilous warfare, he stands pre-eminent. His "march of fire" from Cawnpore to Lucknow, and his Christian devotedness, will long abide in the gratitude and admiration of the British nation.

To those who risked and sacrificed their lives for the sake of delivering others, there must be unutterable satisfaction when they behold the end attained for which they toiled and bled and died. The honors of the world are poor compared with this high emotion, nor do they shine with a splendor so bright as the memory of their deeds of bravery and of endurance. Much more must be the gladness of the Christian hero who spends his life, and it may be surrenders it, that he may win souls to the Redeemer. The earthly loss becomes incalculable gain. In such the last verse of the poet quoted above has its most happy illustration. The gallant Havelock realized this in its 'amplest meaning. In him prayer and courage went hand in hand, while he gave himself to danger and to death to save his imperiled countrymen in Lucknow, and when he labored to win his soldiers to the service of the Saviour. The consciousness that he accomplished the one was the highest happiness of his military career, and that he fulfilled the other was his crowning glory as a captain in the host of God. The story of his life is a most striking instance of the power of unconquerable courage and prevailing prayer.

HENRY HAVELOCK was born at Bishop Wearmouth on the fifth of April, 1795. In early life he evinced the same want of fear as distinguished the hero of Trafalgar. When he was seven or eight years of age, he climbed a high tree in search of a birdsnest. As soon as he seized his prize, the