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ing the canonical hours of prayer ; I am led to imagine that the round towers in Ireland were built and served for the same purpose."
In a modern work, on the antiquities of Ireland, it is stated, that the existence of those towers is one of the most extraordinary circumstanstances connected with the history of Ireland; and notwithstanding all that has been written about them, and the many conjectures which have been made on their origin and use, uncertainty prevails. It is, however, certain that they were built at a very remote period. There is no known record of the time of their erection. When Cambrensis wrote in the twelfth century, there was no tradition extant respecting their origin. There are no traces of stairs in any of those pillar towers, yet, in many of them, there are projections which appear to have been for flooring-joists to rest upon.
A few years since the Royal Irish Academy offered a prize for the best Essay concerning the round, or pillar, towers. The writer who obtained the prize is of opinion that they were erected by Christians for ecclesiastical purposes, not earlier than the sixth century. Another writer contends that they were erected at an earlier period, and were designed for the making of idolatrous fire. He asserts, that in ancient Ireland, as in ancient Persia, there were two sects of fire-worshippers; one that lighted fires on the tops of the hills and mountains, and others on towers. The Pagan Irish worshipped the same deity that Zoroaster adared in fire, first on the mountains, then in caves, and lastly on towers. Some persons have lately been of opinion, that these towers were erected as monuments over the graves of celebrated kings, or other great men. It is said that a human skeleton was, a few years since discovered, at a considerable depth, under the floor of a round tower, in the county of Waterford. Our engraving represents a round tower at Kildare. How solemn the thought, that since these towers were erected, many generations of mankind have been born and died. Those by whom they were erected, perhaps, expected that those towers would perpetuate their memory; many of the towers remain, but the name of their builders have perished. The towers, although made of durable materials, will not continue for ever. Some of the round towers, by the ravages of time, have been destroyed, and all of them in the course of time will be destroyed. All the works of men will be destroyed. Time itself will come to end. Our time is very short. How important to use it so as to prepare for death and eternity.
THE LOST CHILD AND A LAMB. A LITTLE child wandered from its mother s cottage on the wide meadow in search of flowers. Pleased with the pursuit, and finding new pleasures the more she sought, it was nearly night before she thought of returning. But in vain she turned her steps. She was lost in the pathless expanse. The thick clumps of trees that she had passed were no guide, and she could not tell whether home was between her and the setting sun or not.
She sat down and wept. She looked in all directions, in hope of seeing some one to lead her homeward, but no one appeared. She strained her eyes, now dim with tears, to catch sight of the smoke curling from the cot she had left.
It was like looking out on the ocean with no sail in view. She ' was alone in the wilderness. Hours had passed since she had left her mother's arms. A few hours more, and the dark night would be around her, the stars would look down upon her, and her locks would be wet with the dew.
She knelt on the ground and prayed. Her mother in the cottage was beyond the reach of her voice, but her heavenly Father, she knew, was always near, and could hear her feeblest cry. Mary had been taught to say “Our Father," and in this time of sorrow, when friends were far away, and there was none to help, she called upon Him who has said to little children, “Come unto me."
Mary had closed her eyes in prayer, and when she opened them, comforted in spirit, and almost resigned to her fate, willing to trust God for the future, and to sleep, if needful, in
the grass, with his arm around her, and his love above her, she espied a lamb. It was seeking the tenderest herbs among the tall grass, and had strayed away from its mother and the flock, so that Mary saw at a glance she had a companion in her solitude, and her heart was gladdened as if she heard the voice and saw the face of a friend.
The lamb was happy also. It played at her side, and took the little tufts of grass from her hand, as readily as if Mary had been its friend from infancy.
And then the lamb leaped away, and looked back to see if its new-found playmate would follow. Mary's heart went out after the lamb, and she followed her heart. Now the little thing would sport by her side, and then would rush for. ward as if about to forsake her altogether, but soon it would return or wait until she had come up with it. Mary had no thought, no anxiety whatever as to whither the lamb was leading her. She was lost, she had no friend to help her in her distress; the lamb had found her in her loneliness, and she loved it, and loved to follow it, and she would go wherever it should go. So she went on, until she began to be weary of the way, but not of her company.
The sun was just setting, a summer sun, and her shadow stretched away before her, as if she were tall as a tree. She was thinking of home, and wondering if she should ever find the way back to her mother's house and her mother's heart, when the lamb, of a sudden, sprang away over a gentle knoll, and as she reached it, her sporting playmate had found the flock from which it had strayed, and they were, the lamb and Mary, within sight of home. The lamb had led Mary home.
Who has not sometimes felt as this child, away from his Father's house, in search of pleasure, till he is lost. He knows not whither to look for some one to guide him homeward. He prays. His eye of faith, blinded just now with tears of grief because he has wandered, catches sight of the Lamb, who leads him to his Father's house, where his tears are wiped away, and he is welcomed to the mansions, and folded in the arms of eternal love.- New York Observer.
OLD WINSFORD'S VISIT TO THE GREAT
EXHIBITION. So much having been said and written about the Great Exhibition, and as such vast crowds were hurrying to it from all parts of the world, I also determined to go, and thus see for myself; and so without much ado I hastened to the City, and on a wonderful fine summer's morning found myself traversing the streets of the mighty London, with its two millions of souls, and increased by at least a quarter of a million of strangers, speaking the languages, and dialects, of this babbling earth.
The scene of attraction was Hyde Park, to which I hastened. The Crystal Palace, with its waving flags, not the trophies of war but the emblems of peace, soon appeared, creating intense interest. The light airy structure, and its vast size, covering eighteen acres of ground, was a sight in itself worth the visit ; but this was soon to give place to a view of its vast and varied contents, the products and works of all lands. But as the gates were not yet opened, this afforded an opportunity of examining a number of objects placed outside the building well deserving of attention. Two model cottages for families, built at the suggestion and expense of His Royal Highness Prince Albert, secured considerable attention and approbation from a vast number of visitors, who regarded them as a great improvement on cottages which are to be seen in the rural and manufacturing districts. Those model cottages reflect great credit on the Queen's Consort, who has manifested so great an interest in the welfare of the labouring and productive classes. They were highly praised by many competent judges, and were declared to be deserving of imitation by all who build cottages for the labouring man. Outside, too, were to be seen blocks of serpentine rock from the Lizard, Cornwall; blocks of gypsum, flagstone, limestone, and slate from both Corn. wall and Wales, those great emporiums for slate. There were various kinds of freestones, and grindstones from Barnsley nine feet seven inches in diameter, and fourteen and a half inches thick. Huge blocks of coal might be seen from vari.
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ous parts of England, from five to twenty-four tons each ; also sections exbibiting the different seams of coal, as they exist in vertical column. Blocks of granite, too, from Cornwall, were there.': Large anchors, life-boats, green-houses, flower-pots of superior clay, large draining pipes, and stone ware ; statues, and specimens of polished wood, ornamental fountains, and a tent from the School of Industry, in India, by Thugs. But it is time to hasten to the interior. This being my first visit, I determined to take a general view, and afterwards make a more minute inspection. Let us walk through the main avenue. This is upwards of eighteen hundred feet long, and of a considerable breadth. In it, and the transept which intersects it, are placed the largest and choicest objects in the Exhibition, embracing a vast number of pieces of sculpture, castings in bronze, and figures in plaster of Paris, and models. Here is a model of the town of Liverpool, some forly feet long; specimens of India-rubber articles, of Canadian timber,, and numerous other articles of Spitalfield's silk. We have two looking-glasses, each upwards of twelve feet high. We have a fine casting in bronze of the eagle slayer, another of the horse and dragon, and a third of the Duke of Rutland, for the market-place at Leicester. Here, too, is the great diamond, the Koh-i-noor, or mountain of light, belonging to the i Queen, said to be worth two millions of money. Here, too, are the cool and refreshing fountains of water, which are perpetually playing. The bronze and sculpture throughout the main avenue and transept are displayed in profusion. Here are fighting horses ; Satan tempting Eve; Satan vanquished by the Archangel, Rev, xx; Statue of Victory; Michael having subdued Satan, from “Milion's Paradise Lost;" Alfred the Great receiving from his Mother the book of Saxon Poetry; her Majesty and Prince Albert, full size ; Adam ; the Mur. der of the Innocents, a colossal group; Samson bursting his bonds, a noble object indeed ; the Dying Shipwrecked Boy; cast of Apollo ; Rispah watching over the dead bodies of her sons ; Prometheus chained to the Rock; Jacob and Rachel, and a hundred other similar objects, each worthy of notice. Here is the Greek Slave, by Power; and Herr Kiss's Amazon on horseback, attacked by a tiger; and a group and pedestal