Sleep on,sleep on; the glittering depths
Of ocean's coral caves

Sleep on, sleep on:- the fearful wrath
Of mingling cloud and deep,
May leave its wild and stormy track
Above thy place of sleep;

But when the wave has sunk to rest,
As now, 't will murmur o'er thy breast;
And the bright victims of the sea,

Perchance, will make their home with thee.

EXERCISE CLV.

FUNNY PEOPLE.-Miss C. E. Beecher.

There are some very peculiar characters in the world, who seem to carry with them, and around them, an atmosphere of fun. Wherever they go, something amusing is sure to occur. Never any thing ludicrous can happen, for miles around, but they are sure to be there. While thousands of others can go the same road, and visit the same places, year after year, and never a thing occurs to start even a smile, no Sooner do these favorites of Momus appear, than man and beast, nature and art, all seem jostled into some new and comical arrangement for their special edification and amusement.

Some, in accounting for this peculiarity, assert, that such persons have such a love of humor, and such a quick perception of the ludicrous, as enables them to detect what would escape less searching glances. Others have insinuated, that a little elf of exaggeration always aids to spin a web of fairy work about their adventures and rehearsals; while others

maliciously declare, that, bent on discovering what they so much love, when they cannot meet it ready made, they scruple not to secure it by wholesale manufacture.

Whatever may be the philosophy of this case, it certainly is a fact, that there are such persons in the world; and it is just as much a fact, that Fanny Moreland was one of their number. Fanny was not handsome, she was not witty, she was not learned, she was not rich, nor was she particularly useful; and yet she was a universal favorite. Wherever she went, she seemed to carry sunshine, and to give a new spring to every body's spirits. She had an airy, graceful figure, a pretty little hand and foot, quick and sprightly movements; a stealthy, roguish smile, and a perking sort of whisk with her head, that altogether made one think of a frolicsome little kitten.

Fanny was always finding something that was so funny,' that she must run and tell somebody of it: and she had such a joyous and comical way of rehearsing the matter, that the listener was half done laughing before she had half finished her story. Had it not been, that Fanny possessed an unusual share of good common sense, she certainly would have been spoiled; for never were parents so at their wits' end to know what to do with a creature, as were hers. It was impossible for them to reprove her, as they did their other children. She always had some such comical apology, or such a laughable way of acknowledging her faults, and was so really amiable and unwilling to offend, that no one could look bor in the face, and feel displeased long enough to administer a serious repro

I broke my hook. I mourned in tears,
And keenly felt my loss;

Alas! that what most prized appears,
Should soonest turn to dross.

But it has proved an emblem sore,
Of what I since have known;
Through failing hooks and lines I more
Than childish tears must own.

God grant I yet may turn a look,

On present ills as past,

May rank them with my broken hook,
And smile on all at last.

EXERCISE CLVII.

THE EFFECT OF AN INCIDENT ON CHARACTER. — John Todd.

The little incident which I am about to mention, was one among many which had an effect, probably a very decided effect, in forming the character of a lad, who was left to be educated by the impressions of circumstances. His friend had a small farm, on which the boy worked with such men as, from time to time, happened to be employed.

In a remote field stood a large tulip tree, a tree apparently of a century's growth, and one of the most gigantic of that splendid species of trees. It looked like the father of the surrounding forest. A single tree of huge dimensions, standing all alone, is a sublime object. On the top of this tree, for years, an old eagle, commonly called the 'fishing eagle,' had built her nest every year, and unmolested raised her young. This tree stood full ten miles from the sea-shore. It had long been known as 'the old eagle tree.'

On a warm, sunny day, the workmen were hoeing corn in an adjoining field. At a certain hour of the day, the old eagle was known to set off for the sea-side, to gather food for her young. As she this day returned with a large fish in her claws, the workmen surrounded the tree, and by yelling, and

hooting, and throwing stones, so scared the poor bird, that she dropped her fish, and they carried it off in triumph.

The bird soon returned to her nest without food. The eaglets at once set up a cry for food so shrill, so clear, and so clamorous, that the boy was greatly moved. The parent bird seemed to try to soothe them; but their appetites were too keen, and it was all in vain. She then perched herself on a

smaller

limb near them, and looked down into the nest with a look that seemed to say, 'I know not what to do next.' Her indecision was but momentary; again she poised herself, uttered a few sharp notes, as if telling them to lie still,' balanced her body, spread her wings, and was away again to the sea! Joseph now determined to see the result. His eye followed her till she grew smalla mere speck in the sky, and then disappeared. She was gone nearly two hours, when she again returned on a slow, weary wing, flying uncommonly low, in order to have a heavier atmosphere to sustain her, with another fish in her talons. On nearing the field, she made a circuit around it, to see if her enemies were again there. Finding the coast clear, she once more reached her tree, drooping, faint and weary, and evidently nearly exhausted. Again, the eaglets set up their cry, which was soon hushed by the distribution of a dinner such as, save the cooking, a king might admire.

Glorious bird!' cried the boy in ecstacy and aloud; 'what a spirit! Other birds can fly swifter, others can sing more sweetly, others scream more loudly: but what other bird, when persecuted and robbed, - when weary,' when discouraged,-when so far from sea,- would do it? Glorious bird! I will learn a lesson from thee to-day. I will never forget, hereafter, that when the spirit is determined, it can do almost any thing. Others would have drooped and hung the head, and mourned over the cruelty of man, and sighed over the wants of the nestlings; but thou, by at once recovering the loss, hast forgotten all. I will learn of thee, noble bird! I will remember this. I will set my mark high. I will try to do something, and to be something, in the world; and I will never yield to discouragements.'

EXERCISE CLVIII.

THREE HOURS AT SAINT CLOUD.*

- Lewis Cass

We entered the Salon † of Reception, and found several ladies and officers of the court assembled; and after the usual interchange of compliments, we looked around upon this beautiful apartment. The furniture was in excellent taste; at the same time rich and comfortable, but not gorgeous in its material, nor overloaded with ornament. Two round-tables, surrounded with chairs, indicated the places where the Queen and the ladies of her family and court, as well as visiters, seat themselves habitually in the evening, and pass their time in conversation.

In a few minutes the Queen, with her youngest daughter, the Princess Clémentine, entered the room, and after saluting the company, and conversing with the American guests, took her seat in a kind of alcove, opening into a gallery, which surmounts the court, and commands a full view of the mag nificent environs. The minister soon arrived, and then different members of the royal family, who were followed by the King. The manners and address of Louis Philippe are prepossessing. Notwithstanding his age, his appearance is firm, and his step elastic; and he has a perfect command of himself, which enables him to control his emotion, and to conceal from the world whatever troubles the cares of royalty, even of French royalty, bring with them. He was dressed in the ordinary style of French gentlemen, wearing a plain blue coat, ornamented on the left breast with the star of the Legion of Honor, and what is peculiar to himself, but which is his usual habit, having the chain of his watch, with several keys and seals, suspended at one of his button-holes.

The order and silence, with which the domestic service of the dinner was conducted, were honorable to the interior organization of the royal household. There was no hurry nor confusion on the one hand, nor indifference or carelessness on the other; but the servants were alert and attentive; and there was at least one domestic for each person at the table. Like the customary arrangements at the French dinners, there were three removes; and the dishes were changed and

* Pronounced, Cloo.

↑ Salóng,-- Apartment.