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"I cannot burn incense upon your altars," replied Alban, "for your gods are no gods. The God serve is the Maker of all things; he is God alone. I am his, for he created me; I am his evermore, for he sent his Son to die to redeem me; and shall I refuse to die for him who died for me? Think not, my friends, that life is not dear to me; think not that a Christian does not love life. I love this beautiful world more than ever since I became a Christian, because it is the workmanship of my heavenly Father; but I know that when I leave it, He will conduct me to one yet fairer."

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Soon after a cathedral was built on the spot consecrated by the death of Britain's first martyr, and the name of Verulamium changed to St. Alban's in honour of the B.



MUCH has been said and written upon diet, eating and drinking, but I do not recollect ever noticing a remark in any writer upon breathing, or the manner of breathing. Multitudes, and especially ladies in easy circumstances, contract a vicious and destructive mode of breathing They suppress their breathing and contract the habit of short quick breathing, not carrying the breath half way down the chest, and scarcely expanding the lower portions of the chest at all. Lacing the bottom of the chest also greatly increases this evil, and confirms a bad habit of breathing. Children that move about a great deal in the open air, and in no way laced, breathe deep and full in the bottom of the chest, and every part of it. So also with most out-door labourers, and persons who take a great deal of exercise in the open air, because the lungs give us the power of action, and the more exercise we take, especially out of doors, the larger the lungs become, and the less liable to disease. In all occupations that require standing, keep the person straight. If at table, let it be high, raised up nearly to the armpits, so as not to require you to stoop; you will find the employment much easier-not one half so fatiguing; whilst the form of the chest and symmetry of the figure will remain perfect You have noticed that a vast many tall ladies stoop, while a great many short ones are straight. This arises, I think, from the table at which they sit or work, or occupy themselves, or study, being of a medium height-for a short one. This should be carefully corrected and regarded, so that each lady may occupy herself at the table to suit her, and thus prevent the possibility or necessity of stooping. It will be as well not to remain too long in a sitting position, but to rise occasionally, and thus relieve the body from its bending position. The arms could be moved about from time to time.



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 head the scene. She sang it through to the last fen. 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 urns 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 boson, 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 Hundredfrom 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

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 rice

. 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 imunortality. light slumber.

Ye will never be heard of after death.


old words,

ORIGINS AND INVENTIONS. STOVES. Stoves with pipes or flues, were invented according to Mr. White, in 1680, by one Delaslme, and were wholly unknown to the Greeks, Romans, and all other nations of antiquity, whose stoves were but open pans, in which fires were made mostly of charcoal and charred wood. Stoves were first made of bricks, somewhat similar to an oven; sometimes they were also made of earthen, and were not often, if at all, made of iron, until near the commencement of the present century.

RHYMING CALENDAR. We have all frequently repeated the lines,"Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November," &c.

without inquiring into their origin. They are of great antiquity, and first appear in Harrison's 66 Description of Britaine," prefixed to the first edition of Holinshead's "Chronicles," printed in 1577. "Junius, Aprilis, Septemq, Novemq, tricenos, Una plus reliqui, Februq octo vicenos, At si bisextus fuerit superadditur unus." thus translated:

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"Thirty days hath November,

April June, and September,

Twentie and eyght hath February alone,
And all the rest thirty and one,
But in the leape year must adde one."


SAWING-MILLS.-When the first mill was erected for sawing lumber by mechanical power is not known; it is certain, however, that saw-mills were not in use among the Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, or any of the ancient nations. The first saw-mill, of which we have any record, was erected on the Island of Maderia in 1420; and the first one in Norway, in 1530. Sawmills were not introduced into England until the seventeenth century, and for a long time occasioned alarm, commotion, and excitement among the sawyers, for fear they might be thrown out of employment. The first one was erected in London in 1633, but it was demolished soon afterwards, for fear it might be the means of depriving the poor of employment, and the means of subsistence.

PLEDGING HEALTHS. - The origin of the very common expression, to pledge one drinking, is curious: it is thus related by a very celebrated antiquarian of the fifteenth century:-"When the Danes bore sway in this land, if a native did drink,

they would sometimes stab him with a dagger or a knife; hereupon people would not drink in company unless some one present would be their pledge or surety, that they should receive no hurt whilst they were in their draught; hence that usual phrase, I'll pledge you, or be a pledge for you." Others affirm the true sense of the word was, that if the party drank to, were not disposed to drink himself, he would put another for a pledge to do it for him, else the party who began would take it ill.

THE MARINER'S COMPASS.-Prior to the invention of the Mariner's Compass, it was impossible to navigate the ocean with safety, or even at all, except along its coasts; and hence navigation and transportation by water was pretty much confined to the Mediterranean, Black, and Red Seas, and the coasts of the Atlantic and Indian Oceans. This invention is claimed by the Neapolitans to have been made by one of their citizens about the year 1302; while the Venetians state that they introduced it from China about the year 1260. This valuable invention extended, and changed the character of navigation, led to the discovery of the New World, by Columbus in 1492; and stimulated man, by opening to his view, the broadest field of commercial enterprise which he had ever witnessed.

PLOUGHS. The ploughs in use among the Egyptians, Hebrews, Greeks, and Romans, were of various shapes and rude form, some of them having a little iron share, and a piece of wood very ill-constructed, intended as a mould-board to turn over the ground; but the majority of ploughs had nothing of the kind. In more modern times, some ploughs were made with wheels, and the mould-board was improved in shape, and became better adapted to use; but the plough was still a large, ill-shapen, rough wooden instrument, until after the invention of iron mould-boards, and iron landsides fitted to shares, constituting all that part of a plough which runs in the ground. The first iron plough was made of wrought iron in Scotland, towards the close of the last century. Cast-iron ploughs were invented soon afterwards, and were introduced into general use in Great Britain.

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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.
As lately, in the forest, where

No beaten path could be discover'd,
All lost in thought, I wander'd far,
Upward to God my spirit hover'd.
When all was silent round me there,
Then in my ears that music sounded!
The higher, purer rose my prayer,

The nearer, fuller it resounded.
Upon my heart such peace there fell,

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,
As rose a minster, vast and grand,
The golden light all round it flowing.
The clouds on which it rested seem'd

To bear it up like wings of fire;
Piercing the heavens, so I dream'd,

Sublimely rose its lofty spire.
The bell-what music from it roll'd!
Shook, as it peal'd, the trembling tower ;
Rung by no mortal hand, but toll'd
By some unseen, unearthly power.
The self-same power from Heaven thrill'd

My being to its inmost centre,
As, all with fear and gladness fill’d,
Beneath the lofty dome I enter.

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.
Before the altar knelt I low

Love and devotion only feeling,
While heaven's glory seem'd to glow,
Depicted on the lofty ceiling.
Yet when again I upward gazed,

The mighty dome in twain was shaken,
And Heaven's gate wide open blazed,

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,
In words can never be express'd;

Yet for that bliss who longs sincerely,
O let him to the music list,
That in the forest soundeth clearly!

ELEGY ON A REDBREAST, which the Author found dead, having its wings stretched out on a heup of snow, in a

severe storm.


Puir Robin! now thy breath is fied,

An' left thee cauld amang the snaw!
Although thy little wings are spraed,

Frae me thou canna flee awa'.
Nae mair thy notes will charm the ear,

Frae yellow Autumn's leafless spray,
Nor thou, sweet bird, wilt ever hear

The warbler's sang at dawn o' day.
Aft hae I heard thee cheerfu' sing

The live-lang day on yonder tower;
Aft seen thee at my window hing

For shelter frae the angry shower.
When wintry storms are ill to dree,

Thou'lt seek my lowly roof nae mair,
Wi' crimson breast an' sparklin' ee,

Amang the lave the crumbs to share.
For thou, sweet Robin, sleeps as soun',

Upon a wreath o' frozen snaw,
As in a nest o'thissle-down,

Fu' cozie in some auld gray wa'.


The child, beside its mother's knee,
Knows little of the open sea:
In a secluded vale he dwells,
Where golden sands and smooth-lipp'd shells

Amuse his life;
Unconscious that the whirlwinds sweep
The surface of the outer deep

With never-ending strife.
He sees, perchance,

Some bark upon the shore,
Which sail'd of late

The waters o'er.
The broken spars, the rifted deck,
The silence of the wave-wash'd wreck,

Impress his heart;
But, in the sunshine on the sea,
And summer-breezes blowing free,

Such thoughts depart.
The sturdy oak is growing near,

The ash within the forest stands,
And yet he builds an osier bark,
Secured with silken bands.

The pennants gay

Stream from the mast,
As on the outward tide he floats,

Receding fast.
O mother, who hath known

The terrors of the sea,
In all, the watches of the night

How thinks thy son of thee,
Who, smiling, stood upon the strand,
And sent him, helpless, from the land
What wonder, when a time

Of looking out is past,
Some sad memorial of his fate
Upon the shore cast!

And that he,

Gone down at sea,
Is lost to earth and all its memory!



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, TRUE goodness is like the glow-worm in this, Brings charity.

LEIGH HUNT. 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 we perceive that it has moved, nay, that it has 1 yield my body, if Thy genuine love.


I give my earthly goods; though to the pile moved onward.

Inspire not, this alike is void and vain.

C. P. LATARD. 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

by it ? take hold of it stoutly. Do the same to
other annoyances; and few things will ever

Cheap gifts best fit poor givers. We are told

Of the lone mite, and cup of water cold, annoy you,

That, in their way, approved the offerer's zeal. THE French rivers partake of the national

True love shows costliest where the means are 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. greatest river in the country, the Runne, loses

CHARLES LAMB. half its usefulness from the impetuosity of its

Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, current.

Largely Thy gifts should be restored:

Freely Thou givest, and Thy word
The foundation of domestic happiness is faith
in the virtuous qualities of woman.

Is “ Freely give."
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 wou.d take
The cross and staff, and house with Guilt, could

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
To goodness,-so he bless'd the widow's mite.

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.



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