prevented, the progress of humanity promoted, and mankind individually and collectively exalted to a glory, which, harmonious with the worldly, is inextinguishable as the divine. And whence can these means be more reasonably and surely derived, than from the culture and the power of the spirit in man? For 'there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding!'

Let then gentleness and devotion, repentance and patience, faith, hope and love, be industriously sown in the heart of every age, sex and condition. Let the plants, that arise from these seeds of virtue, cover the earth; let the spirit that emanates from these virtues, be the master spirit of the times. Let this spirit be diffused among the people of the country, and concentrated in the halls of legislation. And, as the sun-glass converges the rays of the god of day, and brings them to bear burningly on the object against which they are directed, so let us converge the rays of the sun of righteousness in our souls; let a flame be kindled to warm and illuminate the whole sphere of humanity. Let the glory with which the spirit is hallowed, irradiate not only from the body of our Union, and thus only be felt, but also from the face of each and every citizen within its limits, that it may also be seen, as it was seen on the face of Moses, for 'the skin of his face shone,' when he descended from Sinai, with our moral laws for his people, and as it was seen on the face of Stephen, when falsely charged with a violation of those laws, and all that sat in the council, 'looking steadfastly on him saw his face, as it had been the face of 'an Angel;' for a real man is something more than a sensualist,— our life belongs to an order above the animal kingdom,—and we are capable of being 'filled with all the fullness of God,' in the 'Kingdom, the Power and the Glory' of His Spirit.

VOICE OF LIFE.

1.

Awake, awake! the lark's glad song

Is ringing through the air.

Arise, arise! lie not so long,

For life demands your care.

A HINT.

The feeling of the love of glory is more sensitive in the heart, than the feeling of the fear of shame, for men have been known to boast of what they should be ashamed.

"Folly the Laureat's vice was Chartres' boast."

Is it not therefore as wise, to reward truth, as to punish error? to point towards honor, as to warn from infamy? to seek virtue, as to find fault?

Yes, rather, is not the former policy wiser than the latter?

Is not the invention of an improvement in the Mechanic Arts more beneficial than the discovery of a defect?.

Does not a chef d'oeuvre in the Fine Arts promote civilization more than it is prevented by a faux pas?

Cannot the principle here alluded to, be rendered more serviceable in the Cause of Education?

He longs to speak it forth, and call

His fondly loved one — - wife.

There's a fervent clasp of the faithful arms,

When bosoms are met together,

And the oath is made, thus we'll go through life,

'Mid fair or stormy weather.

There's a happy spot, and they call it home,

And hallowed it is proved,

If its charméd circle but embrace

The loving and the loved.

There, with thee, dear one, would I dwell,

As in yon glorious skies,

Thou, happy - I entranced by light

Shed from thy beauteous eyes.

And shall not we then kneel and plight

Our vows at Hymen's shrine ?

Thou all secure in my true love,

I blest to call thee mine?

Love ne'er hath warmed two melting hearts,
Framed for more rapturous bliss,

The Fates auspicious smile-yes, yes—
Seal-seal love with a kiss.

A FLOW OF SOUL.

1.

There is a quiet, gently breathing spirit,

That floats around my form, when you are nigh,
Its tender touch I feel, and seem to hear it
Whisper of bliss scarce known beneath the sky.
2.

This spirit breaks the spell of the ideal,

And without binding, charms me to the earth,
It bids me clasp, not phantom forms, but real,
And quit delusion, for true genuine worth.

3.

But yet this spirit seems somewhat capricious,
Smiling and frowning, 'tis both cold and warm,
Its eye-light's fiery, liquid and delicious,
And magic-like can rouse or quell a storm.

4.

It stimulates and then subdues emotion,
Enraptures and torments the trusting heart,
Which harmonizing in a pure devotion,
Flows in a union death alone can part.

ANECDOTE OF CHATEAUBRIAND.

I remember that I had the good fortune at Geneva to meet M. de Chateaubriand, who had come from Lausanne to pass two days there, and he was pleased, as we returned from our ride, to take me back to my inn. When I got out of the carriage, I was surprised to see my hostess, generally so full of business, standing still before the door; she soon followed me, and asked if the gentleman in the carriage was not M. de Chateaubriand, I said that it was, and I showed some astonishment at her knowing M. de Chateaubriand; she sharply replied "Ah! Sir, who does not know M. de Chateaubriand?" I mentioned this incident to a Genevese, who, from his profession, is a perfectly competent judge of the Genevese manners, and he was not the least surprised at it. He even assured me that if the passage of M. de Chateaubriand had been suspected at the time, all the street Derrière le Rhone would have been crowded.

M. VALERY, ROYAL LIBRARIAN OF VERSAILLES, &c. &c.

ATALA.

From the French of M. Viscount de Chateaubriand.

IN CONTINUATION.

RECITAL.

'As the waves of the sea rage during a storm; as the dry leaves in autumn are carried away by a whirlwind; as the reeds of the Meschacabé bend and arise again during a sudden inundation; as a great herd of deer bellow in the depth of a forest, so the Council was a scene of noise and confusion. The Sachems, the warriors, the matrons speak by turns, or all together. Interests clash, opinions are divided, the Council is on the point of dissolving; but at last the ancient custom prevails, and I am condemned to the funeral pile.

'One circumstance happened to hinder my death; the Festival of the dead or the Banquet of souls approached. It is the custom, that no captive shall be put to death during this ceremony. They placed me under a strict guard; and doubtless the Sachems withheld the daughter of Simaghan, for I saw her again no more.

'In the mean while the nations for more than three hundred leagues round about arrived in crowds to celebrate the Banquet of souls. They had built a long hut on an isolated spot. At the day appointed, the inhabitants of every wigwam exhumed the bones of their fathers from their own tombs, and they hung the skeletons according to rank and tribes, along the walls of the Hall dedicated to the Ancestors. A tempest arose, the winds, the forests, the cataracts roared abroad, while the old men of the various nations. concluded treaties of peace and alliance between themselves in the presence of the bones of their fathers.

"They celebrated the funeral sports, the race, the dance, the osselets. Two maidens strive to wrest a willow wand. The buds of their bosom just touch one another; their hands flutter about the wand, which they raise above their heads. Their naked beautiful feet are intertwined, their lips meet each other, their sweet breathings commingle; they lean on one another, their locks float together; they observe their mothers, and blush") am'd shouts of applause. The juggler invokes Michabou, genius of the water.

22) The blush of the young Savages is delicate.