STANZAS

Composed on the Death of HANNAH LEAKE, a Sundayscholar, who died June 7th, aged Twelve Years.

AH, me! how swift is Time's career,

How passing swift the moments fly,
How empty all our joys appear,

How soon we bloom, how quickly die.

From childhood's spring to winter's age,
How brief the years and seasons seem;
We ope the volume, read the page;
"Tis closed-and all appears a dream.

But, far beyond this dark terrene,
Where countless orbs in grandeur roll,
Opens a vast and boundless scene
Of glory, for the deathless soul.

Where thine, young Hannah, thine is gone,
To sing with myriads gathered there;
The Lamb on Heaven's eternal throne,
The Saviour still of millions here.

In youth's sweet bloom thy spirit fled;
And mourning friends lament its flight;
But they will join thee, sacred dead,
And meet thee in the realms of light.

No more to die, no more to part,

To moan with pain, to shed the tear;
The sorrows which distress the heart
On earth, have no existence there.

Eternal spring, with all its flowers,
In every tint and colour glowing,
Sheds fragrance round, amid the bowers,
For such as thee-and angels blowing.

What though dense darkness veil the grave,
And grief upon that spot repose;
Light beams through Him who came to save,
And Mercy's tide for ever flows.
To each, to all, who trust the grace,
The saving power of Jesu's blood,
There is a glorious resting-place,

A Salem, far above the flood.

In vain, the winds and waves of Time
Assail the Rock on which it stands,
Immortal, lofty, and sublime,
Surrounded by angelic bands.

Commingled with a countless host,
Of spirits from this misty ball;
Whose pride it was, and is, to boast
That Jesus is the Lord of all.

Farewell! a little while, farewell!
Young tenant of celestial joys;
Our thoughts in sweet communion dwell
On thee, on all we love and prize.

Reathor-street School.

THOS. LILLY.

THE CALL.

Come my Way, my Truth, my Life-
Such a Way as gives us breath,
Such a Truth as ends all strife,

Such a Life as killeth Death.

Come my Light, my Feast, my Strength-
Such a Light as shows a feast,

Such a Feast as mends in length,

Such a Strength as makes his guest.
Come my Joy, my Love, my Heart-
Such a Joy as none can move,
Such a Love as none can part,
Such a Heart as joys in love.

GEO. HERBERT.

The cataracts of America are most of them prominent for magnitude and sublimity. After that of Niagara, those of the St. Lawrence are the most remarkable. The Coteau de Luc, the Cedars, the Split Rock, and the Cascades, are all of them fine falls, full of romantic beauty, which occur in succession for about nine miles above Montreal and the junction of the Ottawa. The Rapids of St. Anne have been long celebrated from a very touching practice of boatmen, who repair to a small island, on which is a church dedicated to St. Anne, the guardian spirit of voyagers, and ask her blessing and protection before they attempt to pass the rapids. Moore has made this the subject of one of the finest songs ver written

"Faintly as tolls the evening chime,

Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time;
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,

We'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn.

Row, brothers row, the stream runs fast,

The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.

Of American cataracts, the Katerskill Falls are most celebrated for picturesque beauty. The waters which supply these cascades flow from the small lakes in the Catskill Mountains, on the west bank of the river Hudson. The upper cascade falls 175 feet; and a few rods below, the second pours its waters over a precipice eighty feet deep, passing into a lovely ravine, the banks of which rise abruptly on each side to the height of 1000 to 1500 feet.

The Rhine is one of the finest rivers of Europe. It rises in the Rhetian Alps, and pursues a winding course through 830 miles of the most lovely scenery, consisting of fertile wheat lands, grassy meadows, dark, shaggy, and primitive forests, and shelving hills, clothed to the summits with the graceful vine. Of the cultivated lands through which it flows, the vineyards are by far most numerous. The hills rise up in bold and rounded masses, flanked from their feet to their sun-lighted crowns, with the rich masses of purple grapes, and light green foliage of the vines, and dotted here and there by the white cottages of the German peasantry, sprinkled on the hill-sides like snow-flakes. Under the azure blue sky and delicious climate of an European summer, the voyage up the Rhine is one of the most enchanting that can be undertaken. The pellucid waters reflect every white cloudlet, and in the sweeping bends of the river the stillness is sometimes profound; the water lies in a glassy sheet like a burnished mirror, as the sunbeams dart and tremble like vapours above it. The magnificent forests, the exuberance of vegetation in the cultivated districts, and the endless succession of brilliant flowers which cluster on the banks; and the swift receding rafts descending with the current, with the picturesque castles, cathedrals, villages, and costumes, which appear on every hand, form a delightful assemblage of objects full of interest, novelty, and instruction.

Discharging annually thirteen times as much water as the Thames; and having a basin measuring not less than