of the Archangel's trump to awake from their slumber, and put on immortality. Go to the Père la Chaise, that most remarkable cemetery of the world. Within its vast circumference, are deposited the ashes of the pomp and chivalry of modern France. See tombs rising beyond tombs, far as the eye can reach in countless numbers, and in forms so various and so beautiful, that it would seem as if the sculptor's art determined to make the city of the dead vie in elegance with the city of the living:— there, surrounded by marshals and nobles, philosophers and scholars, poets and artists, sleeps this young and meek disciple of Jesus;--aud who that believes in revelation, and looks from the vanities of time to the realities of eternity, would not prefer the simple record of her lowly tomb, to the wreaths of fame which hang on the proudest monument of unsanctified genius. The visitor may pass by her memorial to read

names that are copied into the page of history, and are illustrious in the annals of Europe; or when stopping at the grave of Cuvier, to pay a tribute of deserved respect to that great man, may know nothing, and therefore care nothing about his sainted daughter; but when those marbies shall burst open at the blast which is to awaken the dead, then shall it be found that sincere and humble piety has a greater and more enduring excellence than fame, or rank, or wealth. Then shall Clementine come forth to glory, honour, and immortality, while they who sought distinction only in the field of battle, the school of learning, the hall of science, or the arena of politics, shall be swept away, and all that they have done, with the refuse of the nations that know not God.

Remember Clementine Cuvier, and remember also it was divine grace that made her what she was. The same grace, rich,

free, and undiminished, remains to make you like her, if you desire the resemblance. Be this your prayer, presented in sincerity, in faith, in fervour, and till it is answered: "God of all power and grace, for the sake of Jesus Christ, thy only Son our Saviour, enlighten my dark mind, renew my hard heart, correct my worldly taste, and sanctify my unholy life by that Divine Spirit whose beautiful creation has been set before me in this memoir, that I may live as she lived, die as she died, and with her and all thy saints, inherit thy kingdom and glory for ever.

AMEN."

A SECOND edition of this little work having been called for soon after the publication of the first, it would have appeared long ago, had I not indulged a hope that I should have been able to procure some extension of the narrative, from its able and devoted author. In that hope I have been disappointed, with the exception of one beautiful fact, which occurred after the death of Clementine, which will be found at the close of her too short memoir, and which is not only honourable to the taste and tenderness of her illustrious father, but so far as it goes, is an indication of his approval of his daughter's religious character.

I deem myself fortunate in having met with a portrait of this lovely young Christian. It was originally engraved in France, from a picture taken by Sir Thomas Lawrence, and was copied some few years since into one of the