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them went into the cavern, after they had bolted the door of the hut-" And why should we not do now what we before intended?" said Gregory, interrupting the silence of his companions. "I think that a cup of tea would excellently refresh us." With these words he caught up a lamp, went to the cavern, and soon brought a kettle of the most beautifully clear water, while Ivan took charge of the fire. Satisfied and cheerful, they sat with their burning pipes around the smoking teapot, -a comfort which was this day the more grateful to them, as, since their arrival at Spitzbergen, they had enjoyed no warm drink. Especially the good old pilot felt the deepest joy respecting the discovery of that spring-and certainly it was for the unfortunate a treasure of inestimable value. For whence during the long winter could they get water? They could not reach the spring which lay on the other side of the rock in the valley; and if this also were the case, they would have found but ice. Nothing else remained to them than to help themselves to water from melted snow. Therefore, they must the more thankfully have acknowledged the blessing. When the tea was drunk the pilot said, "I am not yet tired: the recollection of the distress we have undergone may well indeed have driven off slumber. I am therefore of the opinion, that we cannot better employ our time, than by undertaking a search through the house, and examine all the caverns which

are connected with it."

(To be continued.)

HOME. The pain which is felt when we are first transplanted from our native soil, when the living branch is cut from the parent tree, is one of the most poignant which we have to endure through life. There are after griefs which wound more deeply, which leave behind them scars never to be effaced, which bruise the spirit and sometimes break the heart; but never do we feel so keenly the want of love, the necessity of being loved, and the utter sense of desertion, as when we first leave the haven of home, and are, as it were, pushed off upon the stream of life. Precious indeed should be the associations connected with home.


AMONG all the worthies of the English Church, during the 17th century, none are more deserving of our love and esteem than George Herbert.

From his earliest childhood "he seemed (to use the quaint, but expressive language of his affectionate biographer, Izaak Walton) to be marked out for piety and to become the special care of Heaven, and or a particular good angel to guide and guard him." After spending several years at Westminster School, he entered Trinity College, Cambridge; where, after being made a master of arts and fellow, he was elected orator of his college, an office which he held for eight years. The earliest proof we have of his poetic talent, is the sonnet beginning

"My God. where is that ancient heat towards thee,

Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn?"

which he composed in his seventeenth year, and sent, as a New Year's Gift to his mother. His poetry is still well known, and many of his pieces are unrivalled for sweetness. They are the breathings of a soul purified from worldly dross, and seeking, above all things, the glory of God. He was passionately fond of music; and in his hours of relaxation from study, it was his constant resource; and he used to say of it, "that it did relieve his drooping spirits, compose his distracted thoughts, and raise his weary soul so far above earth, that it gave him an earnest of the joys of Heaven before he possessed them."

At the age of thirty-three, he entered deacon's orders and was made prebend of Layton Ecclesia, a village near Spalden, in the diocese of Lincoln. He found the parish church in a most dilapidated condition; but by his own contributions and those of his friends, he had the satisfaction of seeing it rebuilt and fitted for the service of God. Here he remained four years, when he entered priest's orders, and was inducted to the parsonage of Bemerton, near Salisbury, where he spent the remainder of his blameless life in preaching and teaching. He read prayers twice a day; and so beloved was he among his parishioners, that those whose avocations prevented their joining him in the church,

stopped the plough when Mr. Herbert's Saint's Bell rung, that they might worship with him in spirit. His little work, en titled the "Country Parson," contains excellent rules for the conduct of a clergyman; indeed, "that country parson that can spare twelve pence and yet wants it, is scarce excusable, because it will both direct him what he ought to do, and convince him for not having done it." Nor was it only by preaching that the pious Herbert taught his people; his humble and charitable life did more towards promoting piety than the most powerful sermons.

About this time, he married Jane Danvers, who, indeed, proved a helpmate for him; her unfeigned humility making her so much beloved that, as honest Izaak Walton says, "love followed her in all places, as inseparably as shadows follow substances in sunshine.

Mr. Herbert's love for music continued unchanged to the last. He walked twice a week to the Cathedral-church at Salisbury; and on his return would say that his time spent in prayer and cathedral music elevated his soul, and was his heaven upon earth. On one occasion, on his way to Salisbury, he overtook a poor man whose overburdened horse had fallen. He assisted the man to raise the animal, and, having given him money, proceeded to the rendezvous of his musical friends, who were surprised at his soiled and discomposed appearance. On his relating the incident, one of them remarked that "he disparaged himself by so dirty an employment; to which he replied, "That the thought of what he had done would prove music to him at midnight, and that the omission of it would have upbraided him and made discord in his conscience, whenever he should pass by that place for if I be bound to pray for all that be in distress, I am sure that I am bound, so far as it is in my power, to practise what I pray for."


Thus he continued working for his Divine Master, till a painful disease (asthma) confined him to his chamber.

Mr. Duncon, a neighbouring clergyman, coming one day to see him, offered to pray with him; and on asking what prayers he should use, the dying minister answered, Oh, sir! the prayers that I have been accustomed to, no other


prayers are equal to them!" The Sunday before his death he rose from his couch, and calling for his instrument, took it in his hand, exclaiming :

"My God, my God,

My music shall find Thee;
And every string

Shall have his attribute to sing;

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"The Sundays of man's life!

Threaded together on Time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King; On Sundays, heaven's gate stands ope, Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope."

Thus, as Izaak Walton beautifully observes-" he sung on earth such hymns and anthems as he and the angels now sing in heaven." On the day of his death, he remarked to one of his friends,


My dear friend, I am sorry I have nothing to present to my merciful God but sin and misery; but the first is pardoned, and a few hours will now put a period to the latter, for I shall suddenly go hence, and be no more seen."

His friend reminded him of his many acts of mercy, and of the active part he took in getting Leyton Church rebuilt.


"These," replied Herbert," are good works if they be sprinkled with the blood of Christ, not otherwise."

After this conversation he became restless, and his soul seemed weary of his earthly tabernacle; but on looking up and observing his wife's tears, he besought her "if she loved him to withdraw to the next room, for nothing but her lamentations could make death uncomfortable." He gradually became weaker; and having bid adieu to his wife and sorrowing friends, he said "Lord, forsake me not now when my strength faileth me; but grant me mercy for the merits of my Jesus. And now, Lord-Lord! now receive my soul;" and with these words, he fell asleep.

"Thus he lived, and thus he died, like a saint, unspotted of the world, full of almsdeeds, full of humility, and all the examples of a virtuous life."

"All must to their cold graves:

But the religious actions of the just
Smell sweet in death and blossom in the dust."


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THIS chemisette is drawn on a scale about one-third the size of the full chemisette, one-half the pattern being given complete. A very slight knowledge of drawing should enable a lady to increase her own patterns. To do so, divide the engraving into a certain number of squares, by lines drawn completely across it, at the half and quarters, both perpendicular and horizontal. Take a piece of writing-paper rather larger than the full-sized pattern, and after lightly tracing out the proper shape, divide it also into the same number of squares, placed at equal distances.

Nothing can be simpler, after this, than to draw the whole design, increasing every part proportionably so that it shall occupy the same space in the large square that it does in the small one.

A very little practice will enable any one to do this correctly.

When two halves of a design correspond, one only need be drawn. If transferred to tracing paper, which is the work of a few minutes, one half can be marked on the muslin from the one side, and one from the other.

A piece of French muslin, the shape of the entire front of the chemisette, is to be used, and the centre only worked. A collar, open at the back, is worn with it.

The design is to be traced with embroidery cotton, and sewed with the Moravian, except the stems, for which the former is to be used. All the eyelet-holes and other parts which are black in the engraving, are cut out in working, except the diamond-shaped centres of the flowers, which have only a small eyelet-hole in the middle.

The chemisette front, with cotton and toile ciré, sent free for 4s.

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Materials.-2 shades of green, and 2 shades of pink or crimson wool; also a skein of claret crystal wool; 1 skein of gold-thread, No. 10; a reel of cannetille, and piece of coarser wire; also 2 mother-of-pearl watch-hooks.

the round, at equal distances, which will be by working two in every other stitch.

5th to the 11th Round.-Sc all round, increasing eight stitches, at equal distances, in every stitch. Fasten off.

FLOWERS, of which fourteen will be required for the pair of watch-pockets, 6

WITH the crystal wool make a chain of being of one shade, and eight of the other.

four, and form it into a round.
1st Round.

Every flower has five petals, which are
worked thus. Take the pink or crim-
son wool, make 5 ch. Take a finger-
length of cannetille, and work round the
chain, miss 1-1 Sc, 1 Sde in one stitch,
2 Dc in the next, 2 Stc in the next, 2 Sde
in the next, 1 Dc in the same, 1 Sdc and
1 Sc in the same. Bend the wire, and
make 1 Sde in the same stitch, then 1 Dc,
and 2 Stc in the same, 2 Ste in the next,

2 Sc stitches in every

2nd Round.-2 stitches in every stitch, inserting the hook under both sides of the chain in every stitch, in this and all the following rounds.

3rd Round.--2 Sc stitches in every one of the eight in the preceding round. 4th Round.-Increase eight stitches in

2 Dc in the next, 1 Sde and 1 Sc in the last, in which work also a slip stitch and fasten off. This forms one petal, and five will be required for each flower.

The eye of the flower is made with gold thread. 1st. 5 ch, close it into a round by a slip stitch on the 1st. chain.

2nd Round.-3 ch, slip stitch on the slip stitch, 3 ch, slip stitch on the last stitch and on the one next to it, +4 times. Fasten off. When you have done 14 of these, proceed to make up your flowers. Take a piece of fine wire, double it, and slip it through the centre of the little golden star; arrange the petals round, and fix them in their places, by covering the wire and all the ends with green wool, worked closely round it. Then take some very fine yellow silk, and sew each point of the star down to one of the five petals.

THE LEAVES. With the green wool, 18 ch, take a piece of green cannetille, three times as long as the 18 chain, hold it in, and work on the chain,-1 Sc, 1 Sdc, 1 Dc, 2 De in the next, 1 Dc in the next, 1 Sdc in the next, 1 De in the next, 1 Stc in the next, 2 Stc in the next, 1 Stc in the next, 1 Dc in the next, 1 Sdc in the next, 2 Dc, 2 Sdc, 1 Sc, 1 ch. Bend the wire, and do 1 Sc stitch in the stitch in which you worked the last Sc; 2 Sdc, Dc, 1 Sdc, 1 Dc, 1 Stc, 2 Stc in one, 1 Stc in the next, 1 Dc, 1 Sdc, 1 Dc, 2 Dde in one, 2 Dc, 1 Sc, 1 slip stitch in the last stitch. Fasten off.

Do 40 leaves, half the number being of each shade.

Cut two rounds of cardboard, the size of the rounds already made in crystal wool. Cover them with silk on one side, drawing up the other, and covering it with the woollen round. Sew them together at the edges. Take a piece of stout wire, large enough to go more than twice round the circle. Hold the ends together, having bent it into the form seen in the engraving, and cover the ends with green wool rolled round it; place the leaves and flowers on the wire, as seen in the engraving, covering in the ends, and joining them to the thick wire, by winding on the green wool. When the whole of the wire, including the loop by which it is to be suspended, is covered, sew the round to it, and add the mother-of-pearl hooks.



THE importance of virtuous associates on the youthful mind is universally admitted. The human heart was made for friendship. Still, in the selection of intimates among her own sex, a young lady needs to be cautious. Imperfections there will be, even in those cases where rare combination of excellent qualities exists. Elevation of character, frankness of disposition, firmness of principle, sterling virtue, and a warm heart, are the characteristics to be sought in a friend. Congeniality of taste, pursuits, intellectual pleasures and religious principle, constitute other essential prerequisites. "Judge before friendship, then confide till death."

When you have found those of congenial spirit, strive to be mutually and greatly beneficial to each other. Kindly point out each other's imperfections; share each other's joys and sorrows; exchange books, and make the knowledge of each common to both. When you meet, discuss not character, but useful and entertaining topics. When absent, regularly correspond, making judicious criticisms where manifest defects of composition, or errors of sentiment require.

A young lady's sense of propriety will lead her as a matter of course to treat civilly those of the other sex with whom she comes in contact. As the receiving of special attentions from young men is not to be regarded as a duty, but is to be left entirely optional, a few suggestions on this topic will suffice. Indeed, it is thought by the more judicious that all such attentions had better be discouraged till the lady has arrived at the age of twenty. The less the youthful mind dwells upon lovers and matrimony, the better. In deciding who are worthy of special regard remember that "Around the mind of every one is a sphere of its own quality, as odour surrounds a flower; and this quality is perceived in attraction and repulsion by all who are similar or dissimilar." To the first impressions of character, therefore, a young lady may pay some regard. Then, if she has brothers, their opinions should have weight in the decision. Especially should


rents be consulted in the matter.

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