entertain, I know not; but I know that such detestable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity.

7. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacres of the Indian scalping-knife! to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking the blood of his mangled victims! Such notions shock every precept of morality every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of honor. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation.

LORD CHATILAM

CIX.

SHORT POETICAL EXTRACTS.

1. IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL. - Beattie.
SHALL I be left forgotten in the dust,
When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive?
Shall Nature's voice, to Man alone unjust,
Bid him, though doomed to perish, hope to live?
Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive
With disappointment, penury, and pain?
No! Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive;
And Man's majestic beauty bloom again,

Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.

THE honey-bee that wanders all day long
The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er,
To gather in his fragrant winter store,
Humming in calm content his quiet song,
Sucks not alone the rose's glowing breast,
The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips,
But from all rank and noisome weeds he sips
The single drop of sweetness ever pressed
Within the poison chalice. Thus, if we

Seek only to draw forth the hidden sweet
In all the varied human flowers we meet,
In the wide garden of Humanity,
And, like the bee, if home the spoil we bear,
Hived in our hearts it turns to nectar there.

3 DESCRIPTION OF LORD CHATHAM.

Cowper

IN him Demosthenes was heard again;
Liberty taught him her Athenian strain;
She clothed him with authority and awe,
Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law
His speech his form, his action, full of grace,
And all his country beaming in his face,
He stood, as some inimitable hand

Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand.
No sycophant or slave, that dared oppose
Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose ;
And every venal stickler for the yoke
Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke.

4. THE SOUL. Montgomery.

THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found.
And, while the mouldering ashes sleep
Low in the ground,

The soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,
A star of day!

The sun is but a mark of fire,

A transient me-teor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its sire,

Shall never die!

5. CHAMOUNIE AND MONT BLANC.

Coleridge.

YE ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain-
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
Beneath the keen full moon? Who băde the sun

Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers

Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?"God!" let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer; and let the ico-plains echo, "God!" "God!" sing, ye n. adow-streams, with gladsome voice Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds' And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall, shall thunder, "God!

6. HALLOWED GROUND.-Campbell.

WHAT's hallowed ground?'T is what gives birth
To sacred thoughts in souls of worth! --
Peace! Independence! Truth! Go forth,
Earth's compass round;

And your high priesthood shall make earth.
All hallowed ground!

CX.

THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL

1. VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O, quit, this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O, the pain, the bliss, of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strifo,
And let me languish into life!

2. Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!

What is this absorbs me quite,

Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be Death?

3. The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds scraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?

Porn

Polycarp, cne of the fathers of the Christian church, suffered martyrdom at Smyrna, in the year of our Lord 167, daring a general persecution of the

Christians.

'Go, Lictor, lead the prisoner forth, let all the assembly stay,
For he must openly abjure his Christian faith to-day.”

The Prætor spake; the Lictor went, and Polycarp appeared;
And tottered, leaning on his staff, to where the pile was reared.
His silver hair, his look benign, which spake his heavenly lot,
Moved into tears both youth and age, but moved the Prætor not.

2 The heathen spake: "Renounce aloud thy Christian heresy!”

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Hope all things else," the old man cried, "yet hope not this from me."

"But if thy stubborn heart refuse thy Saviour to deny,

Thy age shall not avert my wrath; thy doom shall be to die!""Think not, O judge! with menaces, to shake my faith in God; If in His righteous cause I die, I gladly kiss the rod.”—

3. "Blind wretch ! doth not the funeral pile thy vaunting faith appall?”— "No funeral pile my heart alarms, if God and duty call."

4

"Then expiate thy insolence; ay, perish in the fire!

Go, Lictor, drag him instantly forth to the funeral pyre ! "EI

The Lictor dragged him instantly forth to the pyre; with bands

He bound him to the martyr's stake, he smote him with his hands.

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Abjure thy God," the Prætor said, "and thou shalt yet be free." "No," ," cried the hero, "rather let death be my destiny " The Prætor bowed: the Lictor laid with haste the torches nign: Forth from the fagots burst the flames, and glanced athwart the sky; The patient champion at the stake with flames engirdled stood, Looked up with rapture-kindling eye, and sealed his faith in blood. Anon

CXII. DUFAVEL'S ADVENTURE IN THE WELL.

PART FIRST.

1. ONE morning, early in September, 1836, as Dūfaveľ, one of the laborers employed in sinking a well at a place near Lyons, in France, was about to descend, in order to begin his work, one of his companions called out to him not to go down, as the ground was giving way, and threatened to fall in. Dufavel, however, did not profit by the warning, but, exclaiming, "I shall have

plenty of time to go down for my basket first," he entered the well, which was sixty-two feet in depth.

2. When about half-way down, he heard some large stones falling; but he nevertheless continued his descent, and reached the bottom in safety. After placing two pieces of plank in his basket, he was preparing to reäscend, when he suddenly heard a crashing sound above his head, and, looking up, he saw five of the side supports of the well breaking at once.

3. Greatly alarmed, he shouted for assistance as loudly as he was able; but the next moment a large mass of the sandy soil fell upon him, precluding the possibility of his escape. By a singu lar good fortune, the broken supports fell together in such a manner, that they formed a species of arch over his head, and prevented the sand from pouring down, which must have smothered him at once.

4. To all appearance, however, he was separated from the rest of the world, and doomed to perish by suffocation or famine. He had a wife and child, and the recollection of them made him feel still more bitterly his imprudent obstinacy in descending into the well, after being warned of the danger to which he was exposing himself.

5. But although he regretted the past, and feared for the future, he did not give way to despair. Calm and self-possessed, he raised his heart in prayer to God, and adopted every precaution in his power to prolong his life. His basket was fastened to the cord by which he had descended; and when his comrades above began to pull the rope, in the hope of drawing him up to the surface, he observed that, in their vain efforts, they were causing his basket to strike against the broken planks above him: in such a manner as to bring down stones and other things.

6. He therefore cut the rope with his knife, which he had no sooner done than it was drawn up by those at the top of the well; and, when his friends saw the rope so cut, they knew that he must be alive, and they determined to make every exertion to save him.

7 The hole made by the passage of this rope through the and that had fallen in was of the greatest use to Dufavel