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“ Alban,” said the governor, “I could Soon after a cathedral was built on the have excused your perilling your life to spot consecrated by the death of Britain's save that of a comrade ; but how could first martyr, and the name of Verulamium you expose yourself for the sake of a changed to St. Alban's in honour of the Christian ?”
B. “ I, too, am a Christian!” replied the undaunted saint.
“Oh! do not listen to him,” exclaimed DEVELOPMENT OF THE LUNGS. many voices : "he cannot m in it. The noble, the generous Alban, cannot have Much has been said and written upon joined the proscribed, the despised sect of diet, eating and drinking, but I do not the Christians!”
recollect ever noticing a remark in any “I will be merciful,” answered the writer upon breathing, or the manner of governor ;
“burn but a few grains of this breathing. Multitudes, and especially incense upon this altar, and you are ladies in easy circumstances, contract a free."
vicious and destructive mode of breathing “I cannot burr. incense upon your | They suppress their breathing and conaltars,” replied Alban, “ for your gods tract the habit of short quick breathing, are no gods. The God I serve is the not carrying the breath half way down Maker of all things; he is God alone. the chest, and scarcely expanding the I am his, for he created me; I am his lower portions of the chest at all. Lacing evermore, for he sent his Son to die to the bottom of the chest also greatly in redeem me; and shall I refuse to die for creases this evil, and confirms a bad habit him who died for me? Think not, my of breathing. Children that move about friends, that life is not dear to me; think a great deal in the open air, and in no not that a Christian does not love life. I way laced, breathe deep and full in the love this beautiful world more than ever bottom of the chest, and every part of it. since I became a Christian, because it is So also with most out-door labourers, and the workmanship of my heavenly Father; persons who take a great deal of exercise but I know that when I leave it, He will in the open air, because the lungs give us conduct me to one yet fairer.”
the power of action, and the more exerWhen the governor saw that he would cise we take, especially out of doors, the neither deny his faith, nor discover the larger the lungs become, and the less retreat of Amphibalus, he gave orders for liable to disease. In all occupations that his immediate execution. It was a lovely require standing, keep the person straight. summer evening; the setting sun If at table, let it be high, raised up nearly shedding his parting beams over the sur- to the armpits, so as not to require you to rounding country as they led the holy stoop ; you will find the employment martyr without the walls of the city. He much easier-not one half so fatiguing; knelt down, and commending his soul to whilst the form of the chest and symJesus, laid his head upon the block. metry of the figure will remain perfect
The signal was given for the executioner You have noticed that a vast many tall to strike. His arm trembled as he raised ladies stoop, while a great many short the sword, and fell powerless at his side. ones are straight. This arises, I think, Again was the signal repeated, but instead from the table at which they sit or work, of striking, the soldier fell on his knees or occupy themselves, or study, being of beside Alban, exclaiming: Holy man, I a medium height--for a short one. This will die with thee. I, too, am Christ- should be carefully corrected and reian!"
garded, so that each lady may occupy “Oh!” exclaimed the governor,
herself at the table to suit her, and thus have done wrong in allowing the Christian prevent the possibility or necessity of to speak,” and beckoning to another sol- stooping. It will be as well not to redier to come forward, he ordered him to main too long in a sitting position, but kill both; and the sword, yet wet with the to rise occasionally, and thus relieve the blood of St. Alban, was dipped in that body from its bending position. The arms of the new convert.
could be moved about from time to time.
BY MRS. DENISON.
BABES OF HEAVEN.
Suddenly, in that dying hour, the oid tune of “Sweet Home" rang out, clear,
sweet, distinct. How can I describe the There are some infants who seem des- feeling that thrilled through all my veins, tined for heaven from their birth. Over when looking at the little lips, pale and these the mother may smile, and weep, and trembling, I saw them moving to the cawatch the fragile beauty of cheek and brow dence of that cherished melody? There in vain.
laid a babe, scarcely more than a year old, Old and learned doctors may stand be- disease upon her, her temples whitening in side their little couches, and count the death, singing a triumphal strain with a quick-beating pulse; they cannot stay the failing breath. No language can tell how steady footsteps of death — they cannot | indescribably beautiful, yet how awful was wave him back, that angel-warden of hea- the scene. She sang it through to the last ven. Something is written in the blue note, and her fragile form sank backward. eyes, the gentle smile, that mortals may In the morning they were laying, lightly never interpret; for them the tiny head and tenderly, on her limbs the burial stones stand in niches, fresh from the shroud. graver's hands. For them the little marble I heard lately a little story, which for
are already sculptured, and sweet pathos could not be excelled. A beautispots in burial-grounds lie waiting. Hug ful infant had been taught to say (and it it ever so closely to the fond bosom, the could say little else), “God will take care favoured immortal is ever in the hands of of baby." It was seized with sickness, the angels, and they will claim it.
and at a time when both parents were I have known a few such children. I hardly convalescent from a dangerous illremember, as I write, a sweet sister, who ness. Every day it grew worse, and at came when the bird pipes his first May last was given up-to die. Almost agosong. For fifteen bright months she was nized, the mother prayed to be carried spared to earth, but all who saw her gave into the room of her darling, to give it one ominous shakes of the head, and some said, last embrace. Both parents succeeded in even with tears, "She will die.”
gaining the apartment,—but just as it was Of all infant singers, none heard I ever thought the babe had breathed its last. sing like her. From morning till night The mother wept aloud ; and once more from her twelfth month, her sweet, clear the little creature opened its eyes, looked voice rang through the house. And she lovingly up in her face, smiled, and moved was neither taught this, nor paraded for its little lips. They bent closer downher gift; but a friend coming in would be
“ God will take care of baby."' Sweet, sure to hear “Old Hundred” from the consoling words ! they had hardly ceased, singing lips of a babe, who might be when the angel-spirit was in heaven! clinging to the chairs in her first happy essay to walk. China," and many of the
The TRUE STRUGGLE. - Oh ye gifted ancient melodies, were as household words ones, follow your calling, for, however to that little creature; and every day at various your talents may be, ye can have twilight, till nearly the day she died, she but one calling capable of leading ye to. would sing herself to sleep, lisping those eminence and renown.
Follow resolutely old words,
the one straight path before you ; it is “Life is the time to serve the Lord."
that of your good angel. Let neither ob
stacles nor temptation induce you to leave Precious angel! her life was holy ser- it. Bound along, if you can ; if not, on vice. How happy she has been these long hands and knees follow it; perish in it, if years up there singing !
needful. But ye need not fear that. No I had another little sister, who died at one ever yet died in the true path of his the same age. I remember a still, beauti- calling before he had attained the pinnacle. ful night, when I sat watching that sweet Turn into other paths, and, for a momenface, the pale hands, the labouring chest; tary advantage or gratification, ye have her mother, wearied out, had fallen into a sold your inheritance, your iminortality. light slumber.
Ye will never be heard of after death.
ORIGINS AND INVENTIONS. they would sometimes stab him with a Stoves. — Stoves with pipes or flues, dagger or a knife ; hereupon people would
not drink in company unless some one were invented according to Mr. White, in 1680, by one Delaslme, and were wholly that they should receive no hurt whilst
present would be their pledge or surety, unknown to the Greeks, Romans, and all they were in their draught; hence that other nations of antiquity, whose stoves
usual phrase, I'll pledge you, or be a were but open pans, in which fires were pledge for you.” Others affirm the true made mostly of charcoal and charred wood. Stoves were first made of bricks, somewhat drank to, were not disposed to drink him
sense of the word was, that if the party similar to an oven ; sometimes they were also made of earthen, and were not often, do it for him, else the party who began
self, he would put another for a pledge to if at all, made of iron, until near the com
would take it ill. mencement of the present century. RHYMING CALENDAR. . We have all
The MARINER'S COMPASS.—Prior to
the invention of the Mariner's Compass, frequently repeated the lines,
it was impossible to navigate the ocean “ Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November,” &c.
with safety, or even at all, except along without inquiring into their origin. They its coasts; and hence navigation and are of great antiquity, and first appear in transportation by water was pretty much Harrison's “ Description of Britaine," confined to the Mediterranean, Black, and prefixed to the first edition of Holinshead's Red Seas, and the coasts of the Atlantic * Chronicles," printed in 1577.
and Indian Oceans. This invention is “Junius, Aprilis, Septemq, Novemq, tricenos,
claimed by the Neapolitans to have been Una plus reliqui, Februq octo vicenos,
made by one of their citizens about the At si bisextus fuerit superadditur unus." year 1302 ; while the Venetians state that thus translated :
they introduced it from China about the “Thirty days hath November,
year 1260. This valuable invention exApril June, and September,
tended, and changed the character of naviTwentie and eyght hath February alone,
gation, led to the discovery of the New And all the rest thirty and one, But in the leape year must adde one." 1. World, by Columbus in 1492 ; and stimu. SAWING-MILLS. - When the first mill
lated man, by opening to his view, the was erected for sawing lumber by mechan-broadest field of commercial enterprise ical power is not known; it is certain, which he had ever witnessed. however, that saw-mills were not in use PLOUGHS.-The ploughs in use among among the Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, the Egyptians, Hebrews, Greeks, and or any of the ancient nations. The first Romans, were of various shapes and rude saw-mill, of which we have any record, was form, some of them having a little iron erected on the Island of Maderia in 1420 ; | share, and a piece of wood very ill-conand the first one in Norway, in 1530. Saw- structed, intended as a mould-board to mills were not introduced into England turn over the ground; but the majority of until the seventeenth century, and for a ploughs had nothing of the kind. In more long time occasioned alarm, commotion, modern times, some ploughs were made and excitement among the sawyers, for with wheels, and the mould-board was fear they might be thrown out of employ- improved in shape, and became better ment. The first one was erected in Lon- adapted to use; but the plough was still a don in 1633, but it was demolished soon large, ill-shapen, rough wooden instruafterwards, for fear it might be the means ment, until after the invention of iron of depriving the poor of employment, and mould-boards, and iron landsides fitted to the means of subsistence.
shares, constituting all that part of a PLEDGING HEALTHS.— The origin of plough which runs in the ground. The the very common expression, to pledge one first iron plough was made of wrought iron drinking, is curious : it is thus related by in Scotland, towards the close of the a very celebrated antiquarian of the fif- last century. Cast - iron ploughs were teenth century:—“When the Danes bore invented soon afterwards, and were introsway in this land, if a native did drink, 1 duced into general use in Great Britain.
THE LOST CHURCH.
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.
When one into the forest goes,
Á music sweet the spirit blesses ; But whence it cometh no one knows,
Nor common rumour even guesses. From the lost Church those strains must swell,
That come on all the winds resounding; The path to it now none can tell,
That path with pilgrims once abounding.
No beaten path could be discover'd,
The nearer, fuller it resounded.
Those strains with all my thoughts so blended, That how it was, I cannot tell,
That I so high that hour ascended. It seem'd a hundred years and more
That I had been thus lost in dreaming, When all earth's vapours opening o'er,
A free, large place stood, brightly beaming. The sky, it was so blue and bland,
The sun, it was so full and glowing,
To bear it up like wings of fire;
Sublimely rose its lofty spire.
My being to its inmost centre,
I stood within the solemn pile
Words cannot tell with what amazement, As saints and martyrs seem'd to sinile
Down on me from each gorgeous casement. I saw the pictures grow alive, And I beheld a world of glory, Where sainted men and women strive,
And act again their godlike story.
Love and devotion only feeling,
The mighty dome in twain was shaken,
And every veil away was taken. What majesty I then beheld,
My heart with adoration swelling; What music all my senses fill'd,
Beyond the organ's power of telling,
Yet for that bliss who longs sincerely,
ELEGY ON A REDBREAST, which the Author found dead, having its wings stretched out on a heup of snow, in a
BY ROBERT WILSON.
Puir Robin! now thy breath is fied,
An' left thee cauld amang the snaw!
Frae me thou canna flee awa'.
Frae yellow Autumn's leafless spray,
The warbler's sang at dawn o' day.
The live-lang day on yonder tower;
For shelter frae the angry shower.
Thou'lt seek my lowly roof nae mair,
Amang the lave the crumbs to share.
Upon a wreath o' frozen snaw,
Fu' cozie in some auld gray wa'.
The child, beside its mother's knee,
Amuse his life;
With never-ending strife.
Some bark upon the shore,
The waters o'er.
Impress his heart;
Such thoughts depart.
The ash within the forest stands,
The pennants gay
Stream from the mast,
The terrors of the sea,
How thinks thy son of thee,
Of looking out is past,
And that he,
Gone down at sea,
GUESSES AT TRUTH.
The praises of others may be of use, in teach
CHARITY. ing us, not what we are, but what we ought to be.
The consciousness of wrong, in wills not evil,
LEIGH HUNT. TRUE goodness is like the glow-worm in this, ! Brings charity. that it shines most when no eyes, except those of
Give credit to thy mortal brother's heart heaven, are upon it,
For all the good that in thine own hath part.
MRS. NORTON. The mind is like a sheet of white paper in this, that the impressions it receives the oftenest, and Who gives, constrain'd, but his own fear reviles; retains the longest, are black ones.
Not thank'd, but scorn'd, nor are they gifts, but spoils !
DENHAM. Most men work for the present, a few for the Great minds, like Heaven, are pleased in doing future. The wise work for both :-for the future
good, in the present, and for the present in the future. Though the ungrateful subjects of their favours
Are barren in return. NICHOLAS ROWE, The progress of knowledge is slow. Like the
What though to poverty's imploring voice sun, we cannot see it moving; but after a while
I give my earthly goods; though to the pile we perceive that it has moved, nay, that it has
I yield my body, if Thy genuine love moved onward.
Inspire not, this alike is void and vain.
C. P. LAYARD. One of the saddest things about human nature is, that a man may guide others in the path of Send thy good before thee, man, life, without walking in it himself; that he may
The whilst thou may, to Heaven: be a pilot, and yet a castaway.
For better is one alms before,
Than bin after seven. Would you touch a nettle without being stung
OLD ENGLISH RHYME. by it? take hold of it stoutly. Do the same to
Cheap gifts best fit poor givers. We are told other annoyances; and few things will ever
Of the lone mite, and cup of water cold, annoy you,
That, in their way, approved the offerer's zeal.
True love shows costliest where the means are The French rivers partake of the national character. Many of them look broad, grand, and
scant, imposing; but they have no depth And the
And, in her reckoning, they abound who want.
CHARLES LAMB. greatest river in the country, the Rhone, loses half its usefulness from the impetuosity of its
Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, current.
Largely Thy gifts should be restored : The foundation of domestic happiness is faith
Freely Thou givest, and Thy word
Is “ Freely give." in the virtuous qualities of woman. The foun
He only who forgets to hoard dation of political happiness is faith in the in
Has learn'd to live.
KEBLE. tegrity of man. The foundation of all happiness, temporal and eternal, is faith in the goodness, Were we as rich in charity of deed the righteousness, the mercy, and the love of God. As gold—what rock would bloom not with the
seed ? THE tasks set to children should be moderate. We give our alms and cry, "What can we more?" Over-exertion is hurtful, both physically and
One hour of time were worth a load of ore; intellectually, and even morally. But it is of the
Give to the ignorant our own wisdom !-give utmost importance that they should be made to
Sorrow our comfort !-lend to those who live fulfil all their tasks correctly and punctually. In crime, the counsels of our virtue!-share This will train them for an exact, conscientious
With souls our souls, and Satan shall despair ! discharge of their duties in after life.
Alas! what converts one man, who would take The cross and staff, and house with Guilt, could make!
SIR E. B. LYTTON. We never know the true value of friends. While they live we are too sensitive of their
With a look of sad content, faults; when we have lost them, we only see
Her mite within the treasure-heap she cast; their virtues. So, however, ought it to be.
Then, timidly as bashful twilight, stole When the perishable shrine has crumbled away,
From out the temple. But her lowly gift what can we see, except that which alone is
Was witness'd by an eye whose mercy views iniperishable ?
In motive, all that consecrates a deed
ROBERT MONTGOMERY. In a controversy, both parties will commonly go too far. Would you have your adversary give Not soon provoked, she easily forgives; up his errors !-be beforehand with him, and give And much she suffers, as she much believes. up yours. He will resist your arguments more Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives, sturdily than your example. Indeed, if he is She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; generous, you may fear his overrunning on the Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even, other side; for nothing provokes retaliation more And opens all each heart a little heaven. than concession does.