great; his emotions of tenderness keep pace with his elevation of sentiment; he becomes at once a child and a king. He must be pure, who wishes to enjoy a proper view of a pure Being.

"Sweet mercy is nobility's sweet badge.”

"Bright are their dreams, because their thoughts are clear,
Their memory cheering."-KEBLE.

"Seasons may roll, but the true soul
Burns the same wherever it goes."-

."-MOORE.

The heart is stupid and obdurate, because the seat of intellect has been darkened by the besetting sin. The body may be full of light by man doing what he ought to do. Why are we not masters, instead of the slaves of our actions? We have no objections to faith, and miracles of that faith lead us into green fields, where we hear the voice of nature. Better to be cured of ills by faith, than become victims of villanous quacks, and howling empirics; for man after all is but a bundle of prejudices, besides having a double identity, one-half of which he exhibits to the world, and the other to himself. Go into the sweet solitudes of nature, where trees wave in the golden sunshine, and the earth is enamelled with flowers of every dye, and where there is glad music to soothe the heart; go anywhere, if the purpose be to commune with nature in her own temple, the everlasting cathedral of the living GOD, and thou shalt become the possessor of unknown joys and glorious impulses. For these are the true medicines for the soul. Yes, if the pressure of the mind has been overweighted, if the frame is wasted by degrees or anxiety, the "joy that bringeth no sorrow,"

the balm for the wounded mind, are always to be found in the sunny glades, the green canopies, and the life-imparting breezes of nature. The GOD of nature is the GOD of revelation.

"Can man confine his Maker's sway

To Gothic domes of mouldering stone?
Thy temple is the face of day,

Earth-Ocean-Heaven-Thy boundless throne !"

Yes if it is the wish of any to keep the bird in the bosom always singing, we must imitate Nature's inferior creatives. Murmur not, O denizen of the earth! at the wages of thy doings. To be men, we must live in this life; we must grasp the certain present-the granite fact that stands palpable before our eyes. The laws of the earth and of the sky are the laws of the soul. Let us greet the inflooding of GOD, and stand uncovered in His sunlight. Let us never forget that the present is; the past and the future are equally dreams of imagination-the present is the only fact to us.

Let us no longer sit moping as doomed slaves, as shadows on the wall, or straws blown about by the wind; but hoping and loving like pious souls, and knowing we are men-let us gird up our loins, and dash forwards with manly breasts to accomplish the cycle of this everlasting NOW. Now is the accepted time; to-morrow is an old deceiver, and his cheat never grows stale. Our destiny is of to-day, the eternal present by which we are enwrapped and surrounded, and which alone ever can exist.

We should count life by heart-throbs;

He most lives, who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Talk not to me of temples made with hands; if the

well of thy heart is not yet dry, go out into Nature, and seek her sacred impulses, and like Adam in Paradise, thou shalt hear the voice of GOD among the trees. What a glorious temple for human worship! With the giants of the forest, the mighty oaks and beeches for its walls, and the blue dome of the sky for a roof, and the winds making solemn music among the high tree tops, in harmony with their hymns of praise.

Sir Peter Fairbairn has been knighted. Well-may not every man have a patent of nobility from the King of kings? In England, the temple of honour is bolted against none who have passed through the temple of virtue. If we cannot turn stones into bread, we may see GoD in every atom of the smallest animalculæ. Goethe said of Naples, the climate was so delicious, that the sensation of life was bliss: but the bliss has its counterpoise, as in all human things. The fairest gardens in the world are planted over beds of fire. In mediis tutissimus ibis.

Man, with all his boasted powers, cannot make an atom -still less, vivify one. To create life is the attribute of GOD; to preserve life is the high and exalted privilege of the physician. The disciples of Heraclitus affirm there is a vast amount of misery in the world. True-but the quantity and quality are not necessary or fixed; they are capable of indefinite diminution in the particular as well as in the general. Men make miseries for themselves, through ignorance and unregulated impulses. Disease is but the exponent of disobedience to the rules of health. The greater vexations and trials of life, for the most part, spring directly from culpable error, which is the high pri

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vilege of our spiritual schoolmasters to crush. Let men be enlightened as to the bearings of the external world on their own happiness, and trained to right observance regarding each other, and a vast proportion of the evils from which they suffer would be extinguished. The enjoyment of a sane mind in a sound body, is the general offering of Providence to His creatures. The legitimate exercise of every one of the human faculties, is a destined source of enjoyment. Suffering is only the penalty appointed to prompt us to keep in that right course which will give us happiness. We have but to take the hint, to be happy. We may believe that in such a system, there never can be an entire extinction of misery; but we may be equally convinced, that it might be reduced to such a point, that the outcry about the miseries of this life would almost cease to be heard. More than half the miseries, we repeat, are of our own making; and some of the finest qualities of humanity are expended in overcoming obstacles which nature has not created. What is death even? Kind Nature's signal of retreat.

There is an infallible method of bringing the carnal mind back to nature; that is, to inspire it with VITAL religion, but not the mongrel, motley, disjointed kind we see; not a lover or rather adorer of rites and ceremonies of theology; but the religion of the heart, pure, simple, unostentatious, as it is so admirably explained in the Gospel. St. Pierre is right, who contends, that a pure and undefiled religion will not only restore to the two sexes their moral character, but likewise their physical beauty. "It is the most fragile material that soonest shews the flaw. The

world's idol, beauty, holds its frail tenure of existence in the temple where we most love to worship it."

Neither climate, nor food, nor bodily exercise, per se, produce human beauty; but the moral sentiments of virtue, which cannot exist without religion. Aliments and exercise, aided by climate, undoubtedly contribute much to the growth and expansion of the body; but they possess little power over the beauty and harmony of the facial muscles. The latter are influenced by the motive power of the NERVES, in which chords reside the true physiognomy of the soul. As touching beauty and plainness, I cannot (writes Frederika Bremer), understand the importance which certain people set upon outward beauty or plainness. I am of opinion, that all true education,—such at least as has a religious foundation,-must infuse a noble calm, a wholesome coldness, an indifference, or whatever people may call it, towards such like outward gifts, or the want of them. And who has not experienced of how little consequence they are, in fact, for the weal or woe of life? Who has not experienced how, on nearer acquaintance, plainness becomes beautified, and beauty loses its charms, exactly according to the quality of the heart and mind? And from this cause am I of opinion that the want of outward beauty never disquiets a noble nature, or will be regarded as a misfortune. It never can prevent people from being amiable and beloved in the highest degree; and we have daily proof of this. It is not rare to see tall, robust men disgustingly ugly; with the stature of giants and the physiognomy of monkeys. College constraints, and a state of incessant warfare for honours, everlasting routine, &c.,