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difficulty may arise as to the direction in which the statue shall be placed: to turn the back upon Royalty will be as uncourtly, as it will be mal-a-propos not to face the personage commemorated; and if the figure be placed parallel with the façade of the arch, the effect from Piccadilly and Knightsbridge, otherwise very fine, will be lost. By the way, it was intended to place a triumphal group upon the platform of the Palace arch-a design, probably, frustrated by the enormous cost of the structure alone-£75,000.

article of its equipment of which you can say with truth that it woos you to indolence or slumber.

The smaller dining-room is a very comfortable and snug apartment, where, except on occasions of more than ordinary show, the archbishop is accustomed to entertain his guests. There is little about it which demands minute inspection. It is well-proportioned, well-furnished, and when the fitting hour comes round, is the daily scene of an elegant yet unos. tentatious hospitality, in the management of which the bear ing of the Christian prelate blends admirably with that of the well-bred and kind-hearted gentleman.

meant to serve.

The April sunshine has brought out a little shoal of new periodicals of the serial order; (for new literature we must have new epithets),- -as the Sea-pie, the staple of which is nautical humour; Hector O'Halloran, by Maxwell, with Irish military life; and Godfrey Malvern, by Thomas Miller, of more pacific interest. Another work called the Commissioner is said to (6 want coherence," as we suspected, from the remainder of the title-de Lunatico Inquirendo. A North of England Magazine has reached its third or fourth number, and promises well. Mr. Ains-placed, the carved ceilings, reminding you rather of an oratory worth has raised the price of his Magazine, and let go Mr. Tupper's parachute paper on Flying; but his Proverbial Philosophy, a sort of dry and grave unintentional burlesque, remains, with very nearly the same cast of papers and authors as in the first number, notwithstanding the announced brilliant muster-roll. Upon the principle, we suppose, that " great contemporaries whet each other," Bentley's Miscellany has improved in its light artillery, and now rarely contains an unreadable paper; besides being most humorously illustrated. Blackwood prospers too; though the World of London is now out of town. We must not forget the Abbotsford Edition of the Waverley Novels, just commenced; it is to be illustrated with upwards of 2,000 cuts and plates.

Mr. F. W. N. Bayley, whose "New Tale of a Tub" was so much relished about a year since, (and by some was held to beat the original hollow,) has commenced a series of Comic Nursery Tales, commencing with Blue Beard: this idea of burlesquing our Nursery archives is clever, and with the originator's free and facile humour, and quiet perception of the ridiculous, he will, doubtless, produce a very amusing set of bagatelles for grown children to laugh at, and the lovers of poetry to enjoy; since he uniformly takes rhyme for the rudder of his verse.

LAMBETH PALACE.

(Concluded from page 203.)

HAVING ascended this stair of perhaps twenty steps, we arrive at an extensive corridor, paved throughout with highly. polished stone, over which, in part, a rich Persian carpet is drawn. It is an extremely elegant thing that corridor, combining lightness with solidity in a very remarkable degree; and as it runs the entire length of the edifice, you pass from it into the different apartments which occupy this portion of the dwelling. With the exception of three small rooms, one of them very comfortably fitted up for the reception of persons who visit the archbishop on matters of business, these are all en suite, and consist of his grace's study, the private dining-room, Mrs. Howley's boudoir, the drawing-room, and the state dining-room, all of them proportioned in the most admirable manner, and all fitted up with a degree of taste which is indeed characteristic of their inhabitants. His

grace's study is a commodious and pleasant room, the walls of which are set round with well-filled bookcases, while the windows look out upon the beautiful gardens that belong to the palace; to which, indeed, the archbishop can descend when he pleases, by a private staircase. The furniture is plain, but substantial. Library-chairs, covered with crimson morocco leather, invite you to sit down beside one or other of three library-tables. But as the apartment is manifestly devoted, not to purposes of repose, but to hard work, you will find no

Again, from the private dining-room you are conducted by a double door into the boudoir, of which the communication with the drawing-room is direct. Both apartments are fur nished simply, yet with great elegance, and both in their proportions are admirably suited to the purposes which they are You feel also, while standing in either of them, that you are the guest of something more than a secular noble, or man of great wealth. The rich oriel windows which admit the light of day, the deep recesses in which they are than a lady's chamber, all these things effectually hinder you from forgetting that the archbishop of Canterbury is your host. As to the furniture, properly so called, it resembles, both in form and arrangement, that which you find in the drawing-rooms of people of distinction generally; there are rich carpets, sofas, ottomans, couches, and so forth, as well as silk hangings, so arranged as to obscure no feature in the con struction of either apartment which is worth keeping in view; while drawings by able masters, and one or two paintings of One of these, by-the-bye, deserves especial notice: it is an value adorn the walls, and excite the interest of the stranger. original Vandyke, a faniily group, in which Charles the First, and his queen and children, stand beautifully out upon the canvas, and it owes its resuscitation to the zeal and good taste of the present owner. The picture, we understand, was a present from Charles to archbishop Laud. When the arch bishop came into trouble he concealed the treasure, lest it might fall into the hands of the republicans, and in its hiding. place, the old library, it lay, till on the pulling down of that crazy chamber it was discovered. We rather think that the merit of first detecting its excellence belongs to Mrs. Howley; but be this as it may, the painting was sent to a judicious cleaner, who, restoring it to what it was, gave back at the same time one of its richest gems to Lambeth palace.

Beyond the drawing-room, with the corridor between, lies the state dining-room, a noble hall, hung round with portraits -many of them wretched daubs, it must be confessed-of the different individuals who have filled the see of Canterbury since a date so ancient, that we cannot trust ourselves to state it. Unless we mistake, the great dining-room, which forms, with the drawing-room, an acute angle, is one of the few apartments belonging to the ancient palace, which the present archbishop has preserved. Its precise dimensions we cannot undertake to settle, but as on public days as many as 100 guests often dine there, our readers can easily judge that they are no way contracted. Neither will our limits permit us to devote more than a passing sentence to description, which, in such cases, is always imperfect, and in the present would grow tedious for lack of strong features on which to seize. When, therefore, we have stated that the roof is carved, that the walls are wainscoted, and the fire-place wide, and of very ancient construction, we shall request our readers to follow, while we pass by a door in the upper angle into a narrow passage, and so make our way towards the small but elegant chapel that lies beyond it.

The passage which we traverse is long, and is called, we believe, the picture gallery, because of the paintings, few of much intrinsic value, which cover one of the walls. It leads to an antique landing-place, whence a flight of wooden steps conducts to the ground floor, and the rude arches and pillars, on which this side of the palace is sustained. Every thing here is as plain, we had almost said as rude, as white plaster and boarded floors can make it. There are two or three old oak chests too, planted here and there in the sort of crypt into which the descent of these steps has carried us, that are not

new building meets you, and we are free to confess, that neither in England nor elsewhere have we witnessed so perfect a triumph of modern taste in its amalgamation with the massiveness of antiquity.

The expense of repairing the archiepiscopal palace amounted to, as we have said, £75,000. Of this the archbishop raised, we believe, about £40,000 on the revenues of the see; but the remaining £35,000 he has paid out of his own resourcesa most magnificent act, for which his modesty alone has hindered him from having long ago obtained credit.

DEAD.

without their effect in giving interest to the strange scene. But all that is forgotten as soon as, on the opening of an arched oak door, you find yourself in the interior of the chapel. The chapel of Lambeth Palace is one of the most beautiful things which appertain to that beautiful mansion. It is very small, being adapted for the accommodation of the archiepiscopal household, and no more; but there is not a line or feature about it, which does not impress you with a solemn yet pleasing conviction, that you are for once in a house of prayer. Pulpit there is none, but a reading desk, and an altar in its proper place; the latter covered with crimson velvet, and surmounted by massive gilt candlesticks. The little chapel is pewed, an arrangement which somewhat surprised us; yet CARE OF THE CIRCASSIANS FOR THEIR let us do the architect justice-the pews are not, like those in our parish churches, cribs that disfigure the building, while they incommode the worshippers, but benches, with bookboards in front of them, open at both ends, as are the seats in our college chapels, and running, like them also, along the north and south walls, so as to leave the centre of the edifice clear. The archbishop has, to be sure, his throne or peculiar seat, at the west end, facing the altar; and there is an oldfashioned gallery over it, where, on the occurrence of a consecration, the ladies of the house may accommodate themselves and their friends. But these arrangements in no degree interrupt the solemnity which hangs over the place, and of which, so soon as you have crossed the threshold, you become conscious. Let us not forget to mention that the small lancet windows are numerous, and that being filled with painted glass, they throw in upon the scene just the sort of light which is best adapted to it.

From the chapel we may either retire by a door which opens beneath the gallery, or withdrawing as we came, re-ascend the wooden stairs, and pass from them by a low door into the gallery itself. This mode of proceeding gives us a bird's-eye view of the little temple. Neither shall we regret, when traversing the gallery itself, we are conducted to the top of another flight of steps, which conduct downwards into the magnificent library. Of that apartment we have already spoken as having been wasted up to a recent date, and we have now to add that the flight of steps, on the top of which we stand, is the same by which former archbishops were accustomed to find ingress to the family parts of the edifice. What a fine thing the old guard room has become! There, arranged on shelves, which, like those of the Bodleian, protrude from the walls on each side, stands as valuable a collection of works on certain subjects as is to be met with in the world; and there, day after day, making ample use of the stores of knowledge which they contain, may be seen his grace's head librarian, and Mr. Townsend's merciless persecutor, the Rev. Mr. Maitland. Excellent Mr. Townsend had far better stuck to his romances about the Waldenses, and left Foxe's Martyrology alone. He is no match for his well-read antagonist; and in his defence of the old Puritan acts but a sorry figure when opposed to him. There are various curiosities in this library, which we cannot pause to particularise, but to which the visitor will find, in Mr. Maitland, both an intelligent and a willing guide; and possibly, the service-books which were used at the coronations of different sovereigns, all of which are laid up here never to be used again, may not among these prove to the young, at least, the least interesting.

There remains for us now to visit only the two eastern towers, which, as they are given up to the accommodation of his grace's chaplains and higher domestics, need not detain us long. The apartments which they contain are all very comfortable, somewhat cell-like without doubt, but to students and persons of a contemplative turn of mind, every way appropriate. Moreover, as there is a means of ingress from them to the gardens below, we shall not do amiss if we take advantage of it. What a fine scene opens upon us! Laid out in terraces, and sloping walks, and wooded hills, is a space of perhaps twelve, or it may be sixteen acres, the labyrinths of which are so arranged, that it is with difficulty you can bring yourself to believe that their limits are not four times as capacious. And then the palace, how perfect it is when looked at from this point of view! There the whole garden-line of the

THERE is no trait in the Circassian character more deserving of admiration than their tenderness to the deadthe poor relics of mortality, that are unconscious of it. If one of their countrymen fall in battle, numbers rush to the spot, that they may carry off the body, and the heroic struggle that ensues, as common an incident in Circassian battles as in other times on the plains of Troy, involves frequently the most disastrous consequences. The Russians have endeavoured to turn this feeling to account; and their soldiers have been ordered to mutilate the corpses of the enemy, that it may be still further available. But it may be questioned if such measures be more consistent with sound policy than with humanity itself, or if the momentary advantages to be derived from them, can at all compensate for the feelings of execration kindled against the authors of them throughout the Caucasus. A litter, with a corpse on it, happening to pass where the council was seated, they rose, and the chief beckoned to the bearers to set it down. The winding-sheet, as it was gradually unrolled, displayed the handsome and beardless face, the slight and graceful limbs, of a youth of sixteen; and on being further unswathed, the lower part of his body was seen frightfully lacerated with grape-shot. It seemed he was not quite dead, for his eyelids were slightly quivering, though his closed lips and placid countenance showed him to be insensible to pain. The single lock of hair, long, black, and glossy, flowing from his Mussulman scalp, was another proof of his youthfulness, and a melancholy ornament to the bier, on which his gallantry had prematurely extended him. The most rugged of the veterans now collected around it, were touched with commiseration. “It is all over with him," said the chief; "take him to the maidens of his district, poor lad, that he may be decently buried. I answer there will be wailing enough over him." Longworth's Year in Circassia.

Varieties.

Colonial Wool.-The number of sheep in the Australian colonies at present, may amount to four millions or upwards. Under good management, they will double themselves in three years. Taking the present stock of sheep, then, in the Australian colonies to be four millions; and supposing that they will increase at that rate, in the year 1861 they will amount to 128,000,000. Already the Australian colonies, of which New South Wales is the principal, supply Great Britain with about 10,000,000 lbs. of wool annually, a greater quantity than is imported from any other country in the world, except Germany. A continuance of a few years in the present course of prosperity will raise the quantity produced and exported of this important article of commerce to such an extent, that it will exceed the whole supplied by foreign countries, including Germany.-From a Pamphlet entitled, "Resources of Australia.'

Lives of the Princes of Wales is announced as "nearly ready," which, probably, means that the publisher has just agreed with the author. But the interest has been anticipated in the newspapers.

Sympathy.-The Orientals have a saying-" Would you have had him die in his bed like a woman?" in reply to any commiserating remarks made by the Franks upon the violent end of their friends.

Elegant Hospitality.-At Tenedos, Capt. Frankland, on visiting the Vice-Consul," a bare-legged and ordinary-looking Greek," was received by a most lovely little Greek girl, her hair hanging in long plaits down her back, her head and neck ornamented with a profusion of gold coins, her feet in a kind of embroidered cloth sock and yellow leather slippers. She soon disappeared, but returned to offer the traveller coffee, a sweetmcut, and flowers, according to the custom of the country.

A Clincher.-Every one remembers the marvellous story of Sir James Thornhill stepping back to see the effect of his painting in Greenwich Hospital, and being prevented falling from the ceiling to the floor by a person defacing his work, and causing the painter to rush forward, and thus save himself. This may have occurred; but we rather suspect the anecdote to be of legendary origin, and to come from no less distance than the Tyrol; in short, to be a paraphrase of a Catholic miracle, unless the Tyrolese are quizzing the English story, which is not very probable. At Inspruck, you are gravely told that when Daniel Asam was painting the inside of the cupola of one of the churches, and he had just finished the hand of St. James, he stepped back on the scaffold, to ascertain the effect: there was no friend at hand gifted with the presence of mind, which, by defacing the work, saved the artist, as in Sir James Thornhill's case, and therefore, Daniel Asam fell backward; but, to the astonishment of the awestruck beholders, who were looking up from beneath, the hand and arm of the Saint, which the artist had just finished, was seen to extend itself from the fresco, and grasping the fortunate Asam by the arm, accompany him in his descent of 200 feet, and bear him up so gently, that he reached the ground without the slightest shock! What became of the 66 awe-struck beholders," and why the saint and painter did not fall on their heads, or why they did not serve as an easel in bringing the pair miraculously to the ground, we are not told.

Funeral at Smyrna.-" I witnessed," says Mr. Frank Hall Standish, "the melancholy procession of a Greek girl to her last abode; the face open to the day, and the coffin strewed with flowers. The more we contemplate death, the lower do our views, which worldly men call great, sink in our estimation. Why do we strive and toil to obtain the fragile possession of earthly baubles? Often, after a few hours of hasty suffering, we are snatched away in the midst of our enjoyments, and they are gone, like the lightning of an instant.'

Turkey Carpets. All the efforts of European art and capital have failed in closely imitating these costly carpets. They are woven by the women among the wandering tribes in the upper districts of Asiatic Turkey; but the finest are made in the mountain districts of Persia. Notwithstanding all that the looms of Europe have accomplished in design, (not forgetting our own velvet-like Wilton,) the old Turkey carpet retains its place in the dining-room and library of our well-appointed houses. It is, doubtless, one of the most luxurious articles of furniture to be found in an English

mansion.

The English are a great moral and political people, but, in general, they are not a sociable people. Consecrated in the sweet and sacred privacy of the family fireside, when they do go out from it, it is not pleasure, it is not the need of communicating their souls, or of diffusing their sympathies; it is custom, it is vanity, that leads them forth. Vanity is the soul of all English society. It is this which constructs that form of society, so cold, measured, and full of etiquette; it is this which has created those classifications of ranks, titles, dignities, riches, by which alone men are there distinguished; and which have made a complete abstraction from the man, to consider only the name, the dress, the social form. These are the opinions of a Frenchman-Lamartine: they are, indeed, the climax of conceit, and a ripe specimen of that vanity in the writer, which he affects to have detected in the English character.

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Great Men.-Almost all great men, who have performed or who are destined to perform, great things, are sparing o words. Their communing is with themselves rather than with others. They feed upon their own thoughts, and in these inward musings, brace those intellectual and active energies, the developement of which constitutes the great character. Napoleon became a babbler only when his fate was accomplished, and his fortune on the decline.-Lamartine.

The Bazaars of Constantinople have, probably, never been better described than by Lamartine. He says, "the great bazaars for different articles of merchandise, and especially that of spices, are long wide-arched galleries, lined with footpavements, and shops full of all sorts of commodities. Armouries, horse-trappings, jewellery, eatables, leather manufactures, Indian and Persian shawls, fabrics of Europe, carpets of Damascus and Caramania, essences and perfumes of Constantinople; hookahs and pipes of all forms, and dif ferent degrees of splendour; amber and coral, carved after the fashion of the Orientals, to smoke through; packages of cut tobacco, folded like reams of yellow paper; stalls of pastry, inviting the appetite by its form and variety; handsome con fectioners' shops, with a prodigious variety of sugar-plums, preserved fruits, and sweetmeats of all sorts; magazines of drugs, whence a perfume exhales, which scents the whole bazaar; Arab mantles, woven with gold and goat-hair; women's veils, spangled with gold and silver. In the midst of all this, an immense and incessantly renewed throng of Turks, with pipes at the mouth or in the hand, followed by slaves, of women enveloped in veils, accompanied by negresses carrying lovely children, of pachas on horseback, moving with a slow pace through this crowded and silent concourse, and of Turkish carriages closed with gilded trellis-work, conducted by coachmen on foot with long white beards, and full of women, who stop from time to time to bargain at the doors of the jewellers' shops. Such is the picture of the whole of these bazaars, which would be several miles in length, if they were united in a single arcade. As people are squeezed and elbowed against each other in these bazaars, and as the Jews hang out and sell the clothes of plague-patients in them, they are the most active instruments of contagion.-Chambers's Translation of "Voyage en Orient."

The Ideal.-Nothing ought to be seen in broad day by the light of the present: in this sad world of ours there is nothing completely beautiful but what is ideal; illusion in all things is an element of the beautiful, except in virtue and in love.Lamartine.

Asiatic Women.--How sweet it is for a European, accustomed to the hard features, the studied and contracted expression of the women of Europe, especially of drawing-room women, to behold countenances as simple, pure, and smooth, as the marble broken from the quarry; countenances which have but one expression, the repose of tenderness, and which the eye can scan as quickly, and as easily, as the large type of some magnificent publication.-Ibid.

Travelling is summing up a long life in a few years; it is one of the strongest exercises a man can give his heart and his mind. The philosopher, the politician, the poet, should all have travelled much. Changing the moral horizon is to change thought.—Ibid.

Translation is a ticklish labour. In one of Lamartine's Travels in the East, we find this oddity: "my wife and Julia have painted the walls in fresco, have piled on a cedar table their books, and all those little objects of women, which, in London and Paris, adorn tables of marble and mahogany." How completely the sense has here been changed by the translator, whose blunder may be taken for sarcasm on the soft sex! Of course, drawing-room nic-nacs are referred to by Lamartine.

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THE CLAYTON COLUMN.

THIS patriotic memorial of British valour has lately been erected by General Browne Clayton, on the rock of Carrick-a-Daggon, county of Wexford, Ireland. It is a facsimile of Pompey's Pillar, but not monolithic, (i. e. one stone): it is of granite, from the county of Carlow, and has a staircase in the shaft. Its dimensions are-height of base, 10 ft. 4 in.; shaft and base, 73 ft. 6 in.; capital, 10 ft. 4 in.; total height, 94 ft. 4 in.; diameter of shaft at the base, 8 ft. 11 in.; and at the top, 7 ft. 8 in. As it is placed a considerable height above the sea, it forms a conspicuous land-mark for mariners. The architect is

Mr. Cobden.

This column is intended to commemorate the conquest of Egypt, and the events of the campaign under the command of Sir Ralph Abercromby, K.B., in the year 1801, when General Browne Clayton (then Lieutenant Colonel) commanded the 12th Light Dragoons, and afterwards commanded the cavalry in pursuit of the enemy to Grand Cairo; taking, besides other detachments, a convoy in the Lybian desert, composed of 600 French cavalry, infantry, and artillery, commanded by Colonel Cavalier; together with Buonaparte's celebrated Dromedary corps, one fourpounder, and one stand of colours, and capturing 300 horses and dromedaries, and 550 camels.

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"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them."-Matthew vi. 26.

Of all the lovely and loveable objects wherewith God has seen fit to adorn and beautify creation, there are, perhaps, none, if we except flowers, so eminently calcu lated to fill the mind with pleasing thoughts, and to call up agreeable reflections, as are BIRDS,-those free winged wanderers of upper air; those haunters of the emerald meads in spring; those skimmers of the glassy pool or stream, that ripples in the golden light of summer's fervid beam; those-to use the words of JAMES MONTGOMERY: "Free tenants of land, air, and ocean,

Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace; In plumage delicate and beautiful, Thick without burthen, close as fishes' scales, Or loose as full-blown poppies on the gale; With wings that seem as they'd a soul within them, They bear their owners with such sweet enchantment." From the mighty Eagle, that soars far above the summits The events of this campaign are further to be comme- of the snow-crowned Andes, and darts on his shrieking morated, by the appointment of trustees under the will of prey with a rush like that of an avalanche; to the little General Browne Clayton, who shall annually at sunrise Wren that perks hither and thither amid the twisted sprays on the morning of the 21st of March, (when the French, of the ivy and hawthorn in search of berries; or the still under the command of General Menou, attacked the smaller Humming-Bird gleaming like a winged gem in British encampment before Alexandria,) raise the standard the sunshine, and inserting his forked tongue into the on the column and hoist the tri-colour French flag, which nectaries of the flowers, whose bright hues are outshone shall remain until the hour of ten o'clock, when the British by his dazzling plumage;-all are admirably adapted to flag shall be hoisted and kept up till sunset, as a memorial the situations they are intended to occupy in the scale of of the defeat of the French; which event formed the pre-creation: all speak of the wisdom and goodness of Him lude of Britannia's triumphs, through a regular and unbroken series of glory and prosperity, down to the battle of Waterloo, in 1815. And on the 28th of March, annually, the British flag shall be hoisted half-standard high, as a memorial of the death of the brave commander-inchief, Sir Ralph Abercromby, who died of the wounds which he received before Alexandria, on March 21, 1801. The first commemoration took place in March last, General Clayton superintending the interesting ceremony.*

COALS IN AFGHANISTAN.

THE lamented Sir Alexander Burnes, during his first visit to this country, discovered coal in the district of Cohat, under Peshawur, and explained its utility, much to the astonishment of the people. It occurs on the surface of one of the hills, and in great abundance. The specimens procured were of a greyish hue, intermixed with much sulphur. It burns well, but leaves much refuse. It has more the appearance of slate than coal; but as the specimens were taken from the surface, they were not to be viewed as a fair criterion of the mine. The coal is bituminous, and ignites at the candle. The villagers now use it as fuel. This discovery of a coalmine at the head of the Indus, may prove of the utmost importance in these times, since the navigation of that river is open to Attok; and the mineral is found about thirty miles distant from that place, with a level road intervening, close to a large city where labour is cheap. It is a singular circumstance, that deposits of coal should have been discovered, both at the mouth and head of the Indus, (in Cutch and Cohat,) within these few years, For the loan of the prefixed engraving, acknowledgment is due to the Proprietor of the Civil Engineer and Architect's

Journal.

by whom the very hairs of our head are numbered," and without whose knowledge" not a Sparrow falls to the ground." Our thoughts are involuntarily lifted up to Him, while observing the conformation and habits of the feathered tribes; their periodical comings and goings; their nice care in the choice of situation and material for their nests, and the surprising skill evinced in the construction thereof; the tender and unwearying diligence with which they watch over their helpless offspring; the sagacity they manifest in procuring them with food, and in concealing them from the eye of the destroyer. We exclaim with THOMSON :—

"What is this mighty breath, ye sages, say,

That in a powerful language, felt, not heard,
Instructs the fowls of heaven, and through their breasts
Those arts of love diffuses? What but God?
Inspiring God, who, boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting energy, pervades,

Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole."
The words of the Prophet Jeremiah also recur to me-
mory: "Yea, the Stork in the heaven knoweth her
appointed time; and the Turtle and the Crane and the
Swallow observe the time of their coming;" and we are
constrained to confess the omnipotence and omnipresence of
the Great Ruler of the Universe.
How delightful is it
to go abroad into the fields and the woodlands, and hearken
to the feathered choristers, chanting their hymns of praise
and thankfulness: the gloomy thoughts and cares which
oppress us amid the crowded habitations of men, there
vanish, like mists dispersed by the sunbeams; the heart
becomes lightened of its heavy load, and we are ready to
break forth into songs of gladness, and try if our voices
will not harmonise with those of the happy Birds. An
old English writer, but little known, has given a very
beautiful description of the sweet jargoning—as COLE

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