banks of the Mediterranean, the two cities look each other in the face. The sea no longer keeps them apart. Europe and Africa weigh upon each other. Like two clouds surcharged with electricity, they impend. With their contact must come the thunder-shock. The catastrophe of this stupendous drama is at hand. What actors are met! Two Races,-that of merchants and mariners, that of laborers and soldiers; two Nations, -the one dominant by gold, the other by steel; two Republics, the one theocratic, the other aristocratic. Rome and Carthage! Rome with her army, Carthage with her fleet; Carthage, old, rich, and crafty,-Rome, young, poor, and robust; the past, and the future; the spirit of discovery, and the spirit of conquest; the genius of commerce, the demon of war; the East and the South on one side, the West and the North on the other; in short, two worlds, -the civilization of Africa, and the civilization of Europe. They measure each other from head to foot. They gather all their forces. Gradually the war kindles. The world takes fire. These colossal powers are locked in deadly strife. Carthage has crossd the Alps; Rome, the seas. The two Nations, personified in two men, Hannibal and Scipio, close with each other, wrestle, and grow infuriate. The duel is desperate. It is a struggle for life. Rome wavers. She utters that cry of anguish-Hannibal at the gates! But she rallies,-collects all her strength for one last, appalling effort,-throws herself upon Carthage, and sweeps her from the face of the earth! THE QUILTING.-ANNA BACHE. THE day is set, the ladies met, And at the frame are seated, In order placed. they work in haste, While fingers fly, their tongues they ply, By counting beaux, discussing clothes, Or talking of their neighbors. Dear! what a pretty frock you've on;" "I'm very glad you like it ;" "I'm told that Miss Micomicon Don't speak to Mr. Micate." "I saw Miss Belle, the other day, Young Green's new gig adorning ;" "What keeps your sister Ann away?" "She went to town this morning.' "T's time to roll;' "my needle's broke;" "Hair puffs they say are going out;" The quilt is done, the tea begun, Unheeded fly the minutes by, "Old time" himself is dancing, And many a dream has for its theme The pleasures of the quilting. GILES AND ABRAHAM.-ELMER RUAN COATES. OLD Giles, the undertaker, sat He thought of those who'd gone to God- And he quoth: "In the grave we will ALL be laid, The old grave digger tapped at the door, Giles gave to him the great arm-chair Said he "Well, Giles, has old King Death At the store, I have purchased a beautiful spade, "Ah, Abraham !" said good old Giles, She's danced herself to a fever heat, Said Abraham: "Our neighbor Brown Giles said: "I fear for neighbor Brown, And thus it is with alcohol It rules, and men will surely fall; Maybe they'll stop a week or so, But again they drink and down they go;And so there is use for that beautiful spade, And I buy me new boards for the coffin trade. "Our merchant wears away his flesh Our editor will burn his light, Said Abraham: "All this is so, And, one by one, they're sure to go; "Good night to you, my old friend Giles." Said Giles, who looked him in the eye, ; PRAYERS OF CHILDREN. IN the quiet nursery chambers,— Kneeling, white-robed, for their rest. All in quiet nursery chambers, In the meadow and the mountain Darkness growing still more deep, Praying God their souls to keep. "If we die"-so pray the children, Deep beneath the winter's snow Our heads are growin' gray, dear wife; our hearts are beatin' slow; In a little while the Master will call for us to go. When we reach the pearly gateways, and look in with joyful eyes, We'll see no stylish worship in the temple of the skies. JENKINS GOES TO A PIC-NIC. MARIA Ann recently determined to go to a pic-nic. Maria Ann is my wife-unfortunately she had planned it to go alone, so far as I am concerned, on that pic-nic excursion; but when I heard about it, I determined to assist. She pretended she was very glad, I don't believe she was. "It will do you good to get away from your work a day, poor fellow," she said; "and we shall so much enjoy a cool morning ride on the cars, and a dinner in the woods." On the morning of that day, Maria Ann got up at 5 o'clock. About three minutes later she disturbed my slum. bers, and told me to come to breakfast. I told her I wasn't hungry, but it didn't make a bit of difference, I had to get up. The sun was up; I had no idea that the sun began business so early in the morning, but there he was. "Now," said Maria Ann, "we must fly around, for the cars start at half-past six. Eat all the breakfast you can for you won't get anything more before noon." I could not eat anything so early in the morning. There was ice to be pounded to go around the pail of ice cream, and the sandwiches to be cut, and I thought 1 would never get the legs of the chicken fixed so that 1 could get the cover on the big basket. Maria Ann flew around and piled up groceries for me to pack, giving directions to the girl about taking care of the house, and putting on her dress all at once. There is a deal of energy in that woman, perhaps a trifle too much. At twenty minutes past six I stood on the front steps with a basket on one arm and Maria Ann's waterproof on the other and a pail in each hand, and a bottle of vinegar |