colour of the inhabitants of the different nations being strictly preserved. In a third class of designs, the king of Egypt is represented as a returned conqueror marching in triumph to the temple, dragging long lines of captives of different nations to the feet of the divinity to which it is dedicated. All these reliefs are accompanied by explanatory inscriptions in the hieroglyphic or sacred characters of Egypt. The mode of reading these characters has been recently so far recovered as to enable us to ascertain that they embody exactly the information that was wanted to make the pictures they accompany available for the elucidation of the religion and history of Egypt.

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They give us the names of the gods represented, the ceremonies to be observed in their worship, their genealogies, and other mythological particulars. The pictures of kings have also invariably their names written over them; and this is also the case with the foreigners with whom they were at with the towns and fortresses they were besieging, and with the captives that were led bound in the triumphal processions. The dates of the erection of the temples and of the occurrence of the wars, have also been preserved. They are computed by the years and months of the monarch's reign, in exactly the same manner as in the books of Kings in the Old Testament.

In some instances, these temples are excavations hewn in the face of the rock, like that at Ipsambul, in Nubia, which has just been mentioned.

Portions of these ruins, consisting of statues of gods, kings, and sphinxes, of obelisks, and of fragments of columns, friezes, etc., have also been removed from Egypt in great numbers, and transferred to the different museums of Europe. These have likewise hieroglyphic inscriptions engraved upon them, which, in some instances, are important as historical documents.-From Antiquities of Egypt, published by the Religious Tract Society.

"THE WORLD WAS NOT MADE FOR
YOU."

THIS was a common saying with old Anthony, my uncle's gardener, in reply to the captious complaints of unreasonable and selfish people. I must do him the justice to add, that he often applied

On one occasion, a party of friends was engaged to go on a fishing excursion to an eyot, or little island, of my uncle's, a few miles up the river. We had all counted much on the pleasure of the day, and taken great interest in the preparations that were made for it. The pleasure-yacht had been newly painted and fitted up. The young people had been studying Walton, and providing themselves with varieties of rods, lines, and baits, according to his graphic directions. Mrs. Rogers was as busy as a hen with one chick, preparing all sorts of delicacies for our refreshment, and impressing on the servants, who were to attend us, the proper form and order in which they were to be placed on the table. Anthony was not a whit behind the rest in displaying his taste, and discovering his desire to contribute to the pleasure of the day, by decorating the cabin and deck with festoons of flowers. It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening before the arrangements were completed; and then, as we were to embark at a very early hour in the morning, my uncle suggested that we had better retire to rest. Oh, what a lovely night it was! Not a cloud obscured the dark blue sky; and the fullorbed moon, attended only by the evening star, walked forth in brightness and majesty, and flung its silvery radiance over the gently rippling wave. The air was perfumed with the fragrance of bean blossoms, and new-mown hay wafted from distant meadows. The sweetly plaintive song of the nightingale thrilled on the delighted ear; and even the tremulous "too-who" of the night owl, that occasionally broke from the wood on the opposite shore, formed a not unpleasing accompaniment to the melody. I think I never obeyed my uncle's summons with greater reluctance, than when it warned me to retire from this delightful scene. As we slowly walked towards the house, old Anthony faintly said, "I hope that westerly breeze don't bode rain; but we certainly smell the bean flowers more than we have done, though they have been in blossom best part of

We were reminded of Anthony's remark, when, in the course of the morning, a farmer called to pay his rent. 66 Merciful weather, sir," remarked the honest farmer, with evident feelings of satisfaction and gratitude; "the rain has come just in time to save the turnips, and fill out the peas, and do a world of good to the grain. In my little farm, sir, this day's rain makes more odds than the value of my rent: and it is not to me alone; it is a general good. We may well say, the skies shower down blessings, and the earth is greatly enriched with the river of God.'

My uncle was not backward in taking up the note of pious gratitude thus struck by his worthy tenant. And their conversation tended much to soften down the disappointment which Frank and myself had so bitterly bewailed.

Arthur was once in a violent passion with his tailor, and threatened to turn him off, because he could not get some articles of dress finished, which were required at an unreasonably short notice. It was Saturday when they were ordered, and he must have them to wear at a party on Monday evening. It was in vain that the man, with the utmost humility, assured him that he should have been happy to meet his wishes; but that not only were all his hands busily engaged on work already promised, and which could not be set aside, as it was for a funeral, but some of the materials which Mr. Longley required, could only be obtained in London; and as no post went out on Saturday night, it would be impossible to get them down before Monday night or Tuesday morning. If he had but received the order the day before, he could have had down the goods on Saturday, and would then have put his best hands to work on them the first thing on Monday, and would have spared no pains to accomplish them in time. Arthur would hear no reason, admit of no excuse. The things he must and would have, or he would never again employ the offender. "My dear fellow," said my uncle, who happened to hear of the altercation, 66 you will not, surely, lose your temper, and break your peace for a fancy waistcoat, to say nothing of wreaking your resentment on the poor tailor, for not doing what is out of the power of man to do. Your wardrobe is not so scanty as to fail of affording you a suitable supply for the occasion. If the matter is of such urgent consequence,

you really should reflect upon yourself, not upon your tailor; for you have known of the engagement nearly a week. You seem to have forgotten old Anthony's saying, that 'the world was not made for you;' and also the self-evident truth, that no man can do impossibilities, even to please you. How can you blame him for not attempting it, without exposing your own weakness, in a way much more injurious to yourself, than the loss of your custom can be to him? When a boy, I learned a sentiment expressed in doggrel rhymes, which has helped me over many a trouble, as great as a disappointment about a satin waistcoat; let me recommend them to your consideration.

'For every evil under the sun,

There is a remedy, or there is none;
If there be one, seek it and find it,

If there be none, then never mind it.'

I remember this rhyme being used in reference to a person who was the torment of the family and neighbourhood. He set at nought all rules, in the smallest matters and in the greatest. Irregular people are invariably plagues to society, as well as torments to themselves. They keep a home always in confusion, double the work of servants, and defeat all the best laid plans of the presiding genius to secure economy, order, and comfort. And then, they are most unreasonable in their requirements and expectations from others. They keep no appointment, observe no regularity, yet expect their meals to be always ready and well dressed, whenever their caprice may chance to dictate, though it be hours before, or hours after the understood family arrangements; and every body, both in the house and out of it, to be always at leisure to obey their summons, and gratify their whims; and the convenience and claims of every other person must be made to bend to them.` Poor, selfish, irritable mortals! They forget that the world was not made for them.'

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There was another person, a man of some note and influence in the little sphere in which he moved. Several circumstances concurred to bestow upon him this distinction, which certainly was claimed by superiority of mind or manners. Mr. W. was possessed of some property, and was supposed to exercise considerable influence over a rich old aunt, who was in general very penurious; but was now and then induced to

part with money freely, generally at the suggestion of her favourite nephew. To obtain his favour, was considered the way to her purse; and hence the managers of charitable institutions, and public undertakings, took care, if possible, to interest him in the cause, well knowing that his guinea, or five guineas, was a pledge for her five, or twenty. Control, it is admitted, follows contribution, as the shadow follows the substance. So thought Mr. W.; and, moreover, he reckoned his share of contribution as composed of what he gave, and what he induced or permitted his aunt to give, and claimed his portion of control on that ratio. Not only so he fell into the most ridiculous, but not uncommon mistake, of imagining that his intellectual superiority advanced in equal proportion with his money. Thus, if seven men each contributed their guinea, while he gave his two, and obtained five from his aunt, he was, in his own estimation, as wise, or wiser than seven men, who could render a reason, Prov. xxvi. 16.

Mr. W., too, was a great talker, and fond of tremendously long words. These, without being at all particular about their fitness, connexion, or power of expressing his meaning, (if he had one,) he pronounced with a sort of oracular gravity, which carried a great weight with a certain class of listeners; though it may be fairly questioned, whether himself, or one of those who stood amazed at his learning and eloquence, could have defined any one of his long words; or put one of his ideas into clear and simple language. He always made me think of the character drawn by Goldsmith: a man, who had learned by rote a string of hard words about cosmogony, and philosophers with crabbed names, which he constantly plied to make people take him for a learned sage, instead of a consummate sharper. Mr. W. was as far from being a sharper, as he was from being a learned man however, he was certainly fond of puzzling simple hearers with the affectation of learning, which he did not possess ; and thus, with some of the very simple, he made his way. Better informed persons would listen once twice to his harangues, hoping by close attention to find some meaning in them; but they were soon convinced of the utter uselessness of such attempts, and could only despise him as a talker of pompous nonsense. But he was as headstrong and

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positive, as he was empty. At whatever consultation he was present, he came to a conclusion at a jump; and with the utmost pertinacity, adhered to the opinion or determination he had once expressed, refusing to hear any other proposal: or if others claimed the privilege of being heard, he would fly off into a passion, and say, Ah, well! they might have it just their own way, and he would have nothing at all to do with the matter; but then, they must not expect that either he or his aunt would support the cause; and he fancied it would not stand long if they withdrew from it." Thus he generally carried his point; for when he talked, the timid and time-serving gave way for the sake of interest; the quiet, for the sake of peace; and even men of sense and integrity were tired out by the hopeless task of contending with and trying to convince a fool. I mention his character for the sake of introducing old Anthony's shrewd remark upon it. There was a parish meeting, about a contemplated building, in which the poor people were to be employed in some kind of manufacture. The day before the meeting, my uncle was unexpectedly called away by the illness of a friend. He desired Anthony (who was a substantial man, for one in his line of life, and a rate payer) to attend the meeting. My uncle, on his return, asked Anthony what sort of a meeting it was, and what was agreed upon. Why, sir, it was not much of a meeting, nor much of an agreement; for one man carried it all his own way. He laid down the law, and insisted upon this and that being done, though every one beside disapproved of it, just as if he thought the world was made for him; and he talked them down, till they yielded to his clamour. He just put me in mind of children at play, when one girl will have the big doll and the little doll too, and won't be content when she has got them both; and one boy won't play unless he holds all the marbles and takes the first shoot."

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Anthony's odd sayings drew forth some further remarks from my uncle, who especially observed, that this one truism, "The world was not made for you," if really and practically believed, would have a very happy influence in curing many of our mistakes. I think it was Martin Luther who said, "Every man carries a little pope within him." He who sets up for infallibility, and requires every