most deeply buried, holds-chained to it by these all-pervading forces-the uncounted worlds which-like luminous sand-are sprinkled by the hand of the Great Creator throughout the glorious universe! R. HUNT. The very law which moulds a tear, THE GREAT CHANGES OF NATURE. Geology teaches us to regard our position upon the earth as one far in advance of all former creations. It bids us look back through the countless ages of the past, and see through all the vast changes a gradual progress to a higher and still higher state of things. No grain of matter has either been added or taken away from the earth since it was first poised with other worlds. But in virtue of those forces which seem to originate in the sun, a constant succession of new forms has been produced, as the old things passed away. Hence what is now a beautiful and fragrant flower, or a living and sagacious animal, was once a portion of the shapeless mass which lay in the deep ocean; destined to return to the inorganic state, but from this to arise again clothed perhaps with more exalted powers than ever. R. HUNT. Ages on ages slowly pass away, And nature marks their progress by decay. The plant which decks the mountain with its bloom, And man-earth's monarch, howe'er great and brave- The chosen labours of his teeming mind Fade by the light, and crumble 'neath the wind; 265 MISCELLANEOUS. "ORIENT PEARLS AT RANDOM STRUNG." Heart! be thou like the sunflower, and unfold Nature hath assigned Two sovereign remedies for human grief; And strenuous action next. Christianity is a divine system of spiritual attractions, by which, whosoever honestly gives himself to them, is effectually drawn out of the otherwise invincible entanglements and inextricable difficulties of this dark, uncertain and trying world. Christianity alone can save us; but it must be based on that which is eternally God's own, and which is as indestructible and invincible as He is Himself: it must be based on Reason and Conscience-that is Reason spontaneously embracing the Faith in Christ, and the conscientious reception of that Faith which is at once with Reason and with the History of the World. There are two lights for man, one which enlightens his understanding, and is subject to discussion and doubt, leading to aberration and error. The other enlightens the heart, and never deceives; for it is at once truth and conviction. If e'er, when faith had fallen asleep, Beneath our feet and o'er our head Beneath us lie the countless dead- And this is Life Eternal, that they might know Thee the only True God, and Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent.-John xvii. 3. The one Idea which History exhibits as evermore developing itself into greater distinctness, is the Idea of Humanity-the noble endeavour to throw down all the barriers erected between men by prejudice and one-sided views; and by setting aside the distinc tions of religion, country, and colour, to treat the whole human race as one brotherhood, having one great object-the free development of their spiritual nature! What is our duty here? To tend From good to better-thence to best! May shine our names in memory's light; His warfare is within. There he toils And there he wins fresh victories o'er himself, And never withering wreaths-compared with which There's a life that has its law in goods that feed the sense; My son, be this thy simple plan : Man is his own star, and the soul that can From the low prayer of want, and plaint of woe, Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, O what were man should Heaven refuse to hear! What to thyself thou wishest to be done. Forgive thy foes, and love thy parent's dear, All human weal and woe, learn thou to make thine own. Life is transfigured in the soft and tender Light of love, as a volume dun Of rolling smoke becomes a wreathed splendour 'Tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, What is the jay more precious than the lark, Happy the man who dares be just, Though interests tempt him to the deed: How happy is he born and taught Oh be thyself, and nobly striving, Voices from the Future summon: And Love, Faith, Death and Duty call! The key to social happiness lies in a delicate attention, a fine sense of the nameless and exquisite tenderness of manner and thought. It is rarely found in the characters of men, but it outweighs, when it is, all grosser qualities. There are many who waste and lose affections by carelessness, and often unconscious neglect. It is not a plant to grow untended; the breath of indifference, or rude touch, may destroy for ever its delicate texture. There is a daily attention to the slight courtesies of life, which can alone preserve the first freshness of affection. The easy surprises of pleasure, the earnest cheerfulness of assent to slight wishes, the habitual respect to opinions, the polite abstinence from personal topics in the company of others, and unwavering attention to their comfort, are some of the secrets of that rare happiness which age and habit alike fail to impair or diminish. Whether famous or unknown when I die, Take what the present moment offers, and work it up in the best way you can; put soul into it-then it will stand forth as something great and real. There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, I pity all that evil are, As well as those forlorn ; For the Supreme hath fashioned them, The darkest night that shrouds the sky The blackest heart hath signs to tell God loves to see His Children "happy," and He has sent an abundance of every thing to make them so. Yet they do strangely prefer that which is unnatural! Now, I detest even virtues that are unnatural. I dislike a matronly "Miss." The cat should begin by being a kitten! The noble heart that's truly blest Is never all its own; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone! All who would be "well" and "happy" should take Nature into their counsels. Of all physicians she is the most skilful. She effects her cures without medicines, and makes no charge whatever for her attendance. The history of Nature exhibits only blessings; that of Man little save cruelty and madness. Man everywhere despises the hand that spins the garment he wears, and that cultivates for him the |