Spring.

There's perfume upon every wind,

Music in every tree-—

Dews for the moisture-loving flowers-
Sweets for the sucking bee:

The sick come forth for the healing breeze :
The young are gathering flowers,

And life is a tale of poetry

That is told by golden hours.-N. P. Willis.

The Winter with his grisly storms no longer dare abide, The pleasant grass with lusty green the earth hath newly

dyed;

The tree hath leaves, the boughs do spread, new changed is

the year,

The water brooks are clean sunk down, the pleasant boughs

appear;

The Spring is come, the goodly nymphs now dance in every

place :

Thus hath the year most pleasantly so lately changed her face.-Earl of Surrey.

Stars.

Notes of admiration in the book of nature.-Glittering dust on the black ground of the general heavens.-Celestial glowworms.

State (A).

What constitutes a State?

Not high-raised battlement or lofty mound,

Thick wall or moated gate;

Not cities proud with spires and turrets crown'd;
Not bays and broad-arm'd ports,

Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride,
Nor starr'd and spangled courts,

Where low-brow'd baseness wafts perfume to pride.

No:-MEN, high-minded MEN,

With powers as far above dull brutes endued,
In forest, brake, or den,

As beasts excel cold rocks or brambles rude:

MEN, who their duties know,

But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain,
Prevent the long-aim'd blow,

And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain.
These constitute a State,

And sovereign LAW, that State's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate

Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.

Steam.

Sir W. Jones.

The great reformer of the nineteenth century, by whose influence space is diminished, and distant nations are brought together to dwell in peace.

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A moving monument to the memory of Watt.-A giant power, which effects most when most closely confined.Water in a state of perspiration.

Stock-Jobbing Life.

A dark hole of a counting-house, with a couple of clerk chaps perched upon long-legged stools, writing out lettersa smoky fire-place-two or three files, stuck full of dirty papers, hanging against the wall— -an almanac, and a highrailed desk, with a slit in a panel, and "bills for acceptance" painted over it. They are the chaps "wot" make timebargains-they speculate for thousands, having nothing in the world-and then, at the wind-up of a week or two, pay each other what they call the difference; that is to say, the change between what they cannot get, and what they have not got.-Theodore Hook.

Strength.

One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;

Rights by rights founder; strength by strengths prevail.

Shakespere.

Style.

Ours is a noble language, a beautiful language; I can tolerate a Germanism for family sake, but he who uses a Latin or a French phrase, where a pure old English word does as well, ought to be hung, drawn, and quartered, for high treason against his mother tongue.—Southey.

Proper words in proper places.—Swift. Proper thoughts on proper subjects.-Voltaire.-Splendid extrava

gance.

Substitutes.

A bank note is a substitute for money; party for patriotism; ostentation for liberality; quibble for wit; affectation for delicacy; bustle for expedition; carping for criticism; pertness for vivacity; and independence for spirit, &c., &c.

Success.

The men who commence their career under the most favourable auspices and the most flattering prospects of success, do not always obtain the eminence they seek. The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong. There is a certain ordeal that all men must undergo in their passage through life; and it is very questionable whether he succeeds best who commences under the most flattering circumstances. There is such a thing as a man depending too much upon his means, and too little upon himself.

We fare on earth as other men have fared:
Were they successful? Let us not despair.

Success rides on every hour; grapple it, and you may win; but without a grapple it will never go with you.

Active doer, noble liver,

Strong to struggle, sure to conquer.-Barrett.'

In the lexicon of youth which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as fail.

- Voyager upon life's sea,
To yourself be true,

And where'er your lot may be,

Paddle your own canoe.

Never, though the winds may rave,

Falter, nor look back,
But upon the darkest wave

Leave a shining track.

Nothing great is lightly won,

Nothing won is lost;

Every good deed, nobly done,

Will repay the cost.

Leave to heaven in humble trust,

All you will to do;

But if you succeed, you must

Paddle your own canoe.

What a wonderful thing is that little word success. But once attach it to a man's name, and you shall have all the world kneel to serve him, and laud him up to the skies; but let him fail, and the whole pack will be on him, like a herd of hungry wolves.

The sun is high in heaven; a favouring breeze
Fills the white sail, and sweeps the rippling seas,
And the tall vessel walks her destined way,

And rocks and glitters in the curling spray.-Praed.
Suicide.

When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward creeps to death-the brave lives on.

Summer Friends.

They came-like bees in summer time,
When earth is deck'd with flowers;

And while my year was in its prime,
They revell'd in my bowers;
But when my honey-blooms were shed,
And chilling blasts came on,
The bee had with the blossom fled :

I sought them-they were gone!

They came-like spring-birds to the grove,
With varied notes of praise,

And daily each with other strove

The highest strain to raise ;
But when, before the frosty gale

My wither'd leaves were strown,

And wintry blasts swept down the gale,

I sought them-they were gone.

See WINTER FRIENDS.

I. G. B., in Family Herald.

Sun (The).

Heaven's painter, earth's reviver, and ocean's burnisher.— The lighted altar at the Temple of Nature.-A California to him who daily greets its rising.

Sunbeam's Grave (The).

Individuals

Nothing in this vast creation is ever lost. may be losers through carelessness, but to the world at large no created substance can be lost. Never did a sunbeam shine in vain, and therefore no sunbeam that ever streaked this world with light could be finally lost. Yet the sunbeam, lovely as it is, has had its grave, and there, sometimes for unnumbered ages, it has lain in undisturbed repose. What is coal but latent sunbeams, which need only to be ignited to start again into active life? The sun, when many thousand years younger than he is now, cast forth his radiant beams on the surface of the world, and noble trees of ferns and other acrogens started at his bidding into vigorous life; they lived, died, and underwent changes which made them coalyes, coal and the old sun, he did it all. These sunbeams have long burned in the form of coal; and though by ignition their resurrection life is but a dim shadow of their early brightness, they are yet sunbeams. We have nothing but sunlight in summer or in winter, think or talk as we may. The fire on our hearths, the gas in our tubes, the oil in our lamps, the candles on our table, are all products of the sunbeam. We kindle them, and in the very act raise the

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