excite, the pleasure of the general view is much enhanced. It is truly said that, a habit of watchfulness of the outward world, is a pretty certain assurance of a well-informed man: and I would recommend a practice of the art if it were only for the nice discrimination it requires: for the application of this habit is invaluable in every other pursuit.

M. A. DWIGHT.

Elizabeth Fry.

THE felon's bewailing,
The Magdalen's sigh;
The tears of the widow,
The fatherless cry,—
These are her epitaph,
Written above :-
Lasting memorials—

Records of love.

Spirit of Howard,

Look down from on high,—
On the grave of thy sister,

Elizabeth Fry!
Wrapped in thy mantle,

She entered the cell,

A priestess of Heaven,

On the threshold of Hell,

An angel of mercy,

Wherever she went,

Calling, like Peter,

On men to repent.

Wearisome nights,

And wearisome days,
Mindful of duty,-

Unmindful of praise-
In the gloom of the dungeon,
Upon the cold ground,
By the sick and the dying,
There was she found.
Oh many a sight

She looked upon there,
Of sickness and death,
Of sorrow and care:

Like Aaron she stood,

"Twixt the living and dead,

A stranger to doubting
A stranger to dread;-
A Handmaid of Heaven,
By charity sent,—
Scattering blessings,
Wherever she went.
The feelings of woman,

The courage of man,
Gave love and decision
To every plan.
Nations of Europe

Are shrouded in gloom;
All creeds and all classes,

Weep over her tomb!

WM. NICOMB.

Ir wisdom's ways you wisely seek, five things observe with care, To whom you speak, of whom you speak, and how, and when, and where.

Bridges.

I.

I HAVE a bridge within my heart,
Known as the "Bridge of Sighs :"
It stretches from life's sunny part,
To where life's darkness lies.

And when upon this bridge I stand,

To watch life's tide below,

Sad thoughts come through the shadowy land, And darken all its flow.

Then as it winds its way along

To sorrow's bitter sea,

O mournful is the spirit-song,
That upward floats to me.

A song which breathes of blessings dead,
Of friends and friendships flown:
Of pleasures gone-their distant tread
Now to an echo grown.

And hearing thus, beleaguering fears.
Soon shut the present out,
While bliss but in the past appears,
And in the future, doubt.

Oh often then will deeper grow
The night which round me lies:
I wish that life had run its flow,
Or never found its rise!

A song of blessings never sere-
Of love beyond compare,"

Of pleasures flowed from troublings here,
To rise serenely there.

And hearing thus-a peace divine

Soon shuts each sorrow out;
And all is hopeful and benign,
Where all was fear and doubt.

Oh often then will brighter grow
The light which round me lies:
I see, from life's beclouded flow,
A crystal stream arise.

Che Preservation of Peace.

GREATER than the divinity that doth hedge a king, is the divinity that encompasses the righteous man, and the righteous people. The flowers of prosperity smiled in the blessed footprints of William Penn. His people were unmolested and happy, while, (sad but true contrast!) those of other colonies, acting upon the policy of the world, building forts, and showing themselves in arms, not after receiving provocation, but merely in the anticipation, or from the fear of insults or danger,—were harrassed by perpetual alarms, and pierced by the sharp arrows of savage war. This pattern of a Christian Commonwealth never fails to arrest the admiration of all who contemplate its beauties. It drew an epigram of eulogy from the caustic pen of Voltaire, and has been fondly painted by many virtuous historians. Every ingenuous soul, in our day, offers his willing tribute to those celestial graces of justice and humanity, by the side of which the flinty hardness of the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock, seems earthly and coarse. But let us not confine ourselves to barren words, in recognition of virtue. While we see the right and approve it, too, let us dare to pursue it. Let us now, in this age of civilization, surrounded by Christian nations, be willing to follow the succesful example of William Penn, surrounded by savages. Let us, while we recognise those transcendant ordinances of God, the law of Right and the law of Love,—the double suns which illuminate the moral universe, aspire to the true glory, and, what is higher than glory, the great good of taking the lead in the disarming of the nations. Let us abandon the system of preparation for war, in time of peace, as irrational, unchristian, vainly prodigal of expense, and having a direct tendency to excite the very evil against which it professes to guard. Let the enormous means thus released from iron hands, be devoted to labours beneficent.