infancy, and a considerable number of the remainder were prepared for death, by repentance of their sins, and faith in the Lord Jesus, then does it appear that God is rapidly replenishing his kingdom with holy and happy subjects—that heaven has already become the most populous portion of his empire. Christ already sees of the travail of his soul, and divides the spoil with the strong. For, mark, the doctrine is not that salvation is confined to the deceased infants of believing parents, but that the children of irreligious parents, of infidels, and of heathen, who die before they are of sufficient age to incur personal guilt, are all saved. The thousands of infants that perished in war, or by pestilence, or famine, went to heaven. Thousands upon thousands, offered as victims upon pagan altars, have been borne by angels to heaven. Those ministering spirits are sent not only to christian but to heathen shores, to bear the immortal spirit of the dying infant to the presence of that Saviour who said, "Suffer little children to come to me." With all the numberless infants who have been thrust into the flaming arms of Moloch, offered up in the groves of the Druids, or left to perish in the Ganges, or to die in the streets of Pekin, it is well. "It seems to me," says an intelligent American missionary, we need infant choirs in heaven to make up full concert to the angelic symphony. Who will sing like unto them of the manger, and the swaddling-clothes of the Lord of all. These are themes of infinite interest, and the delight and wonder of angels. But oh! they are too tender for the archangel's powerful voice-too gentle for the thundering notes of cherubim and seraphim. We must have infant choirs in heaven." As James Montgomery wrote "The harp of heaven Had lacked its least, but not its meanest string, ON SEEING A DECEASED INFANT. BY PEABODY, THE AMERICAN POET. AND this is death! how cold and still, But when I see the fair wide brow, When life and health were laughing there, I wonder not that parents' eyes, In gazing thus, grow dark and dim, The spirit hath an earthly part, That weeps when earthly pleasures fly; And yet why mourn? That deep repose Once more I gaze-and swift and far Move up thy pathway in the sky: Then let the burthened heart be free, The mournful beauty of the dead; Farewell! I shall not soon forget! But no; that look is not the last; We yet may meet where seraphs dwell, Where love no more deplores the past, Nor breathes that withering word-"Farewell!" THE PEREGRINE FALCON. ENGLISH boys who live in the country know the bird called a kite. They know too that it is a bird of prey. may have seen it with its wide wings steadily Often they spread out, not seeming to move, as if it stood in the air. Then quick as lightning it will dart down and seize some poor mouse for its prey. Falcons are of the same class, only larger in size; and it is a curious fact that these birds were trained to hunt for birds, hares, and other game used as food by the higher classes of society, and that this was a fashionable amusement centuries ago. A man of rank, in former ages, scarcely ever went out without his falcon; nor were ladies averse to these sports of the field, but were frequently found in exercises of this unladylike character. So much was the sport, of which we are treating, a mark of distinction, that the likenesses of the nobility, lords and ladies, were generally taken with their favourite falcon perched upon their hand. In the reign of Edward III. it was made felony to put one of these birds to death; and imprisonment for a year was the punishment awarded to any one who stole their eggs. The plumage of the Peregrine varies at different periods of its life, as its name varies also. When full-grown, the upper parts of the head, neck, and body, are bluish black and lead colour; the wings and tail are of dusky black; the tail is crossed by ash-coloured bars, and tipped by yellowish white. The under parts, except under the throat, are white, barred with brown. It is found on the rocky shores of England and Scotland, and throughout Europe and North America. It builds in inaccessible cliffs. We are told, also, that birds of this species take up their abode every year, from October or November until the spring, upon Westminster Abbey and other churches of the metropolis; and that they make great havoc among the pigeons belonging to the pigeon fanciers of London. The late Colonel Johnson, of the Rifle Brigade, was ordered to Canada with his battalion, in which he was then a captain; and being very fond of falconry, to which he had devoted much time and expense, he took with him two of his |