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agonies of terror, that he should never forget the impression which the horrible expression of the Judge's face had made upon him so long as he lived.

When the Revolution took place when James II. was driven from his throne, and Jefferies knew that universal indignation would soon seize its devoted prey, he attempted to escape from the country. In the disguise of a sailor, he went to Wapping, and in his assumed character was drinking a pot of beer in a cellar, when the scrivener, just mentioned, casually entered. He instantly recognised the dreadful countenance he never could forget. With surprise and joy he instantly went out, and gave notice that he had discovered this obnoxious person, whom all were so eager to arrest. A crowd of people soon rushed into the cellar, seized the ex-Chancellor, carried him before the Lord Mayor, who sent him to the Lords of the Council. They transmitted him to the Tower, where, in mortal agony and hopeless remorse, he soon ended his days.-Christian Treasury.

THE TORTOISE. The tortoise of ancient fable was sufficiently sage, except when he prevailed on the eagle to give him a lesson in flying, and suffered accordingly. To say nothing of his race with the hare, he was eminently reflective as well as persevering. And though he was tempted to murmur at first, when he saw the lithe and leaping frogs clearing at a bound a space which cost him long and sore travel, as he dragged himself and his shell along upon the earth, when he saw the eel and King stork at work upon them, and how their unarmed bodies exposed them to the stones thrown by a mere child, he repented, and said, “How much better to bear the weight of this shielding shell, than to be subject to so many forms of wounds and death!" And when be beheld lo dancing a frantic hornpipe to the tune of a gadfly, did he not hug himself, and, glancing at bis panoply, exclaim, “I don't care for flies ?”

To be sure, he was at times more honest than polite; as when, on receiving Jove's command to meet the rest of animated nature on the occasion of his nuptials with Juno, he returned the somewhat ungracious answer, Οίκος φίλος, οίκος äplotos ; “ Home, sweet home; there's no place like home;"a reply which so roused the ire of the father of gods and men, that the fiat went forth, “ As his home is so dear to him, he shall never go out of it.” This was rather shocking at first; but our philosophical tortoise bowed to the decree, observing that he much preferred carrying his house about with him to being a fixture, where he might be condemned to disturbance by the quarrels of his neighbours.

But why did A pelles paint his image under the feet of Aphrodite? Why did Phidias make the delicate foot of his chryselephantine statue rest upon this sedentary emblem?

As a hint to ladies to be quiet, and stay at home: excellent things in woman.

“Upon my word, Sir!”

The idea, Madam, I assure you, is not mine. You read Latin with the ease of a Roman matron. No? Then ask your husband, son, or brother to do the following into English:

“ Alma Venus quænam hæc facies, quid denotat illa

Testudo molli quam pede, Diva, premis?
Me sic effinxit Phidias, sexumque referri

Fæmineum nostrâ jussit ab effigie.
Quodque manere domi et tacitas decet esse puellas,

Supposuit pedibus talia signa ineis.'' The women wore wooden images of the reptile to denote their silence and domesticity, as Laïs knew to her cost, when the Thessalian matrons assassinated her with such ornaments. Over-zealous worshippers were they of the celestial Venus, the good, the retiring, the personification of all that is amiable, beautiful, and modest.

“ So stands the statue that enchants the world.”



CONVERSIONS TO PROTESTANTISM position that it was thirty miles IN GERMANY.--According to official distant. We are of the opinion that it reports, 648 persons renounced Po- was at a greater distance: say from pery and embraced Protestantism in forty to sixty miles. With a glass, the Silesia last year. Of these 648 per- play of this jet at night was distinctly sons, 269 were adults, and the re- observed, and a more sublime sight mainder had already been confirmed. can scarcely be imagined. A column Independently of these, 466 Romanist of molten lava, glowing with the most parents had their children baptized intense heat, and projected into the in the Protestant Church in the year air to a distance of five hundred feet, 1851. These figures are higher in was a sight so rare, and at the same comparison than in the previous year, time so awfully grand, as to excite 1850; for in the official list for that the most lively feelings of awe and year only 308 converts were entered, of admiration, even when viewed at a whom 159 were adults. In that year, distance of forty or fifty miles. The also, only 187 children of Romish diameter of this jet is supposed to be parents were baptized in the Pro- over one hundred feet.

In some testant Church of Silesia. It appears places this river is a mile wide, and that many persons who had joined in others more contracted.

At some the so-called German Catholic points it has filled up ravines of one, Churches are now going over to the two, and three hundred feet in depth, Protestant Churches, on account of and still it flowed on. It entered a the great obstacles which have been heavy forest, and the giant growth put in the way of the German Catho- of centuries was cut down before it lics.

like grass before the mower's scythe.

No obstacle can arrest it in its deGERMAN BOOKS.-The last Cata

scent to the sea. Mounds are covered logue of the Leipsic Easter Book-Fair over, ravines are filled up, forests are contained, according to the German destroyed, and the habitations of man papers, 700 titles more than the pre- are consumed like flax in the furnace. vious Catalogue for the half-year Truly, “He toucheth the hills, and ending with the Fair of St. Michael. they smoke." We have not yet heard The former included 3,860 titles of of any destruction of life from the published books, and 1,130 of forth- eruption now in progress. A rumour coming publications. The latter has reached us that a small native Catalogue enumerates 4,527 pub- village has been destroyed, but of lished works, and 1,163 in prepara- this we have no authentic intelligence. tion. These 5,690 books represent Two vessels had sailed from Hilo, 903 publishers. A single house in both filled to their utmost capacity Vienna contributed 113 publications. with people who desired to witness That of Brookhaus figures for 95. this great eruption. The eruption

seems to have broken out through an ASSYRIA – Col. Rawlinson, it is old fissure, about one-third down the said, has opened out the entire place side of Mauna Loa, on the northof sepulture of the Kings and Queens west side, and not from the old crater of Assyria. There they lie, it is said, on the summit, called Mocquoweoweo. " in huge stone sarcophagi, with The altitude of the present eruption ponderous lids decorated with the is about ten thousand feet above the royal ornaments and costume, just level of the sea, and from the Bay of as they were deposited more than Hilo (Byron's Bay) must be some three thousand years ago."

fifty or sixty miles. If it succeed in

reaching the ocean at the point supVOLCANIC ERUPTION


THE posed, after having filled up all the SANDWICH ISLANDS.-By an accu- ravines, gulches, and inequalities of rate measurement of the enormous

a very broken country, it will unjet of glowing lava where it first doubtedly be one of the most extenbroke forth on the side of Mauna Loa,

sive eruptions of modern was ascertained to be five hundred Polynesian. feet high. This was upon the sup


CONSOLATION. “Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me ? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance.”—Psalm xlii. 5.

RETURN unto thy rest, my soul :

Why art thou thus cast down ?
Doth billow upon billow roll?

The Lord protects His own.
Do days of pain, and nights of sighs,

Ne'er from thy couch remove ?
Thy Father's hand the rod applies,

He chastens but in love.

Do sins against a holy God

Appear as mountains high?
For thee the Saviour shed His blood :

To Him for shelter fy.
Do friends their sympathy withhold,

Their mutual vows betray ?
Does boasted warmth of love grow cold,

And, wither’d, fade away?
Be sure thou hast a Friend on high,

Whose love decreases not:
Though earthly friendships pass thee by,

He will forget thee not.
Then cease thy murmuring, nor despair,

Though all things dark appear :
Make it thy constant, daily care,

To have thy title clear
To that blest home where pleasures stay,

Where grief and pain shall cease ;
Where night is lost in one bright day

Of everlasting peace.




This is “the harvest month.” For in the latter half of August, if the weather has been favourable, the work of harvest is going forward at its height, at least in the midland and southern counties of our island. Every day, nay, every hour, of sunshine is now precious; for when the corn is once ripe it is liable to be shed under the agitation of the wind, or it may be eaten by birds, or half lost if heavy storms arise, as they often do when the season of harvest is late. After the wheat is cut, the barley is ready; and while this is gathered in, the peas and beans are hardening to follow in September. In Kent, Surrey, Sussex, and Worcester, chiefly, the cottagers begin their hop-picking. The summer fruits should now ripen fast, and some of the choicest wall-fruits are coming into season.

“ The sunny wall
Presents the downy peach, the shining plum,
The ruddy, fragrant nectarine, and, dark

Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig.' The hills and plains tell, by their golden tint, that the land is rich with cereal wealth ; and even the wild heaths, the few common lands that the agriculturists have spared, are tinted with purple flowers, that add great beauty to the landscape, and

“Here the furze,
Enrich'd among its spines, with golden flowers
Scents the keen air; while all its thorny groups,
Wide scatter'd o'er the waste, are full of life.
For, 'midst its yellow bloom, the' assembled chats
Wave high the tremulous wing, and with shrill notes,

Both clear and pleasant, cheer the extensive heath." About the middle of the month the largest of the swallow tribethe swift, or long-wing-disappears. The wryneck also departs, and the turtle dove. Starlings congregate about this time; and rooks no longer pass their nights from home, but roost in their nest-trees. The red-breast renews his music about the end of the month; and the young ones, now full-grown, give promise of their future familiarity with us, by hopping about boldly among the garden-shrubs. But every winged visiter is not so welcome. The harvest-bug, for example, teazes both men and animals; wasps are provokingly busy; and multitudes of flies, to be named only by the entomologist, reinind us of those human insignificancies which, in the absence of better qualities, can only make themselves notorious by mischief and vexation.

“So have I seene ere this a silly flie
With mastif dog in summer's heate to play,
Sometime to sting him in his nose or eie,
Sometime about his grizly jawes to stay,
And buzzing round about his eares to flie.
He snaps in vaine, for still she whips away:
And oft so long she dallies in this sort,

Till one snap comes and marreth all her sport." Moles recommence their excavations, and earwigs bore-not the ear, butathe earth; and that ill-scented hybrid,

“The bat, begins, with giddy wing,

His circuit round the shed and tree,
And clouds of dancing gnats to sing

A summer night's serenity.” And those little terrestrial stars, the glowworms, spangle thinly and timidly the dark hedgerows and the roadsides in the depth of the still night; yet they are but pale resemblances of

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