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when the ideas would flow upon him as! How different the fastidious temperance fresh as flowers after summer's rain. Music of Milton! He drank water and lived on was his invariable solace at such tiines. In the humblest fare. In his youth, he studied deed, Luther did not hesitate to say, that during the greatest part of the night; but in after theology music was the first of arts.- the more advanced years he went early to “ Music," said he, " is the art of the pro- bed_by nine o'clock-rising to his studies phets; it is the only other art, which, like at four in summer and five in winter. He theology, can calm the agitation of the soul, studied till mid-day; then be took an hour's and put the devil to flight.” Next to mu- exercise, and, after dinner, he sang and play. sic, if not before it, Luther loved children ed the organ, or listened to others' music.and flowers. That great, gnarled man had He studied again till six, and from that hour a heart as tender as a woman's.
till eight he engaged in conversation with Calvin studied in his bed. Every morning, friends who came to see him. Then he supped, at five or six o'clock, he had books manu- smoked a pipe of tobacco, drank a glass of scripts and pipers carried to him there, and water, and went to bed. Glorious visions he worked on for hours together. If he had came to him in the night, for it was then, occasion to go out, on his return he undressed while lying (-n his couch that he composed and went to bed again to continue his stu- in thought the greater part of his sublime dies. In his later years he dictated his poem. Sometimes, when the fit of compowritings to the secretaries. He rarely cor- sition came strong upon him, he would call rected anything. The sentences issued com- his daughter to his side, to commit to paper plete from his mouth. If he felt bis facility that which he had composed. of composition leaving him, he forth with Milton was of opinion that the verses quitted bis bed, gave up writing and com- composed by him between the autumnal and posing, and went about his out-door duties spring equinoxes were always the best, and for days, weeks, and months together. But he was never satisfied with the verses he bad 80 soon as he felt the inspiration fall upon written at any other season. A fieri, on the him again, he went back to his bed, and his contrary, sa:d the equinoctial wiods produced secretary set to work forth with.
a state of almost “complete stupidity” in Cujas, another learned man used to study bim. Like the nightingale, he could only when laid all his length upon the carpet, his sing in summer. It was his favorite seaface towards the floor, and there he revelled son. amidst piles of books which accumulated Pierre Corneille, in his loftiest flights of about him. The learned Amyot never stud. imagination, was often brought to a stand ied without the barpsichord beside him; and still for words and rhyme. Thoughts were be oply quitted the pen to play it. Benth. seething on in his brain, which vainly he tried am also was extremely fond of the piano- to re luce to order and he would often run to forte, and had one nearly in every room in his Thomas “for a word.” Thomas rarely his house.
failed him. Sometimes, in his fits of inspiRichelieu amused himself in the intervals ration, he would bandage his eyes, throw of bis labor with a squadron of cals, of whom himself upon the sofa, and dictate to his wife, he was very fond. He used to go to bed at who almost worshipped his genius. Thus cleven at night, and, after sleeping three he would pass whole days, dictating to her hours, rise and write, dictate, or work, till his great tragedies; his wife scarcely renfrom six to eight o'clock in the morning, tured to speak, almost afraid to breathe.when his daily levee was held. This wor- Afterwards, when a tragedy was finisbed, he thy student displayed an extravagance equal. would call in his sister Martha, and submit ling that of Wolsey. His annual expendi- it to ber judgment; as Molier used to con.lt ture was some four millions of francs, or a-bis old housekeeper about the comedies be bout £170,00 sterling,
had dewly written.
Racine composed his verses while walking | hat, is still tho son of liberty, free as the about, reciting ihem in a loud voice. One singing lark above him; but the debtor, tho' day, when thus working at his play of clothed in the utmost bravery, what is be “Mithridates," in the Tuileries' Gardens, a but a serf upon a holiday--a slave to be recrowd of workmen gathered around taking claimed at any instant by his owner, the him to be a madman about to throw himself creditor? My son, if poor, see wine in the into the basin. On his return home from such running spring; let thy mouth water at the walks, he would write down a scene at first last week's roll; think none the less of a coat in prose, and when he had thus written it because it is threadbare; and acknowledge a out, he would exclaim_“My tragedy is white-washed garret the fittest housing place done," considering the dressing of the acts for a gentleman. Do this, and shun debt.up in verse as a very small affair.
So shall thy heart be at peace, and thč sheriff Magliabecchi, the learned librarian to the be confounded." Duke of Tuscany, on the contrary never stirred abroad, but lived amidst books, and liv.
CHAT ABOUT THE SEASON AND ed upon books. They were his bed, board, 1
OTHER MATTERS. and washing. He passed eight and forty years in their midst, only twice in the course
"CHILD of the Sun, refulgent summer”has of his life venturing beyond the walls of
gone; it has made another annual pass at Florence; once to go two leagues off, and
our medium zone and fled away on the wing the other three and a half lengues, by order |
of time. The season of flowers has past.of the Grand Duke. · He was an extremely
That which germinated in spring expanded frugal man, living upon eggs, bread and wat
and grew in summer, has now matured and er, in great moderation.
| Autumn is here with all its golden richnese. The life of Liebnitz 'was one of read
It's first bright blushes have, however, given ing and meditation. That was the secret,
place to the drapery of gloom that shrouds of his pro ligious knowledge. After an at
the closing month, and the moaning winds tack of gout, he confined himself to a diet
of November are singing the requiem of our of bread and milk. Often he slept in a chair
once bright-eyed summer. But the country, and rarely went to bed till after midnight.-
even at this season, presents a variety of Sometimes he was months without quitting
scenes of surpassivg beauty. The rains of his seat, where he slept by night and wrote
the autunnal equinox bave so freshened the by day. He had an ulcer in his right leg
previously parched meadows, that their verwhich prevented his walking about, even
dant appearance contrasts beautifully with bad he wished to do so.-Eliza Cooks Jour
the yellow orchards. The apple trees bend sal.
their richly freighted boughs to the earth in
imitation of the angel of merey who is ever POVERTY AND DEBT. inclining earth-ward, tendering heaven's
bounty to man. The rude north winds are POVERTY, says Douglass Jerrold, is a bitter beginning to shake the tops of the tall forest draugbt, but may, even sometimes with ad- trees, and orion is chilling with his deathvantage, be gulped down. Though the drink-like power the thick foliage that covers er makes wry faces, there may, after all, best heru. wholesome goodness in the cup. But debt, Now is the time for serious meditation.however courteonsly it be offered, is the cup All Nature makes a pause, a solemn pause of a siren, and the wine, spiced and delicious prophetic of her end--vegetable growth though it be, a subtle poison. The man out ceases, and venerable oaks seem to drop their of debt, though with a flaw in bis jerkin, a lofty heads in thonghtful mond. Earth crack in his shoe leather, and a hole in his clothes herself in babiliments of mourning
Vol. 7.-N), 5-14.
for the loss of ber virgin beauty. The at- | But are these the only requisite qualifications mosphere increases its tension to arouse man for instructing the youth of a civilized and from the lethargy into which its tepid state christian nation? Some seem to think so, had thrown him, and material substances as- but we think not. For of what real value is sume a rigidity convincing to visionary man a knowledge of nature's laws without the of the reality of life. Awakened by these love of nature's God. Truth is a unit and ever changing phenomener, and conscious of has its origin with the Deity, and they that its essential superiority the soul lons to rise teach truth of whatever kind should themto its native immortality beyond the region selses be taught of God. of change and pain.
The common district school teacher exerts “ The soul uneasy and confined from home,
(perhaps unconsciously) a wonderful influRests, and expatia: 0, in a life to come."
ence over the young immortals" committed
to his or her care: por is that influenca whoAs tbe fresh beauties of the world fade, and ly intellectual, but necessarily in part moral. all objects of sense grow less pleasing, hea. How necessary then that such should posven and God become more real to the mind. sess the meekness and gentleness of Christ.
This of all other seasons is the most far. Besides there are advantages in government; orable to profound thought and deep emo- the spirit of Christ is the spirit of obedience tion, the inclement weather shuts the busy and nothing tends more to secure a ready multitude within doors, and the long even- and cheerful compliance with law than a ings afford leisure for reading and study.- conciliating and sympaibising disposition on One item of advice and a single suggestion the part of the administrator. We humbly may not be deemed amiss. 1. We advise submit whether it would not be well for to search the sacred Scriptures diligently for those who have it to do, to pay more attenthey testify of Jesus, and in them are all the tion to the moral as well as scientific quali. revealed treasures of wisdom and knowledge, fications, of those who act so important a part and by them alone sinful men are made wise in the formation of our national character unto salvation.
and in determining our national weal. 2. Inasmuch as the reading of some lite
R. rary magazine becomes necessary to relieve the rugged toil of intellectual labor we sug
GOOD RESOLUTIONS. gest whether the Miscellany would not be guile the tedious hours away and prove a RESOLVED, in narrations never to speak valuable ingredient in your literary dish If anything but the pure and simple truth. so, please read carefully, and recommend Resolved, never to allow the least measure your neighbor's to subscribe.
lof any fretting or uneasiness to my fa
of any fretting or uneasiness to my father or At this season also, the great engine of mother. American power, the primary school system Resolved, to suffer po effects of it, so much is beginning to act with accelerated force, as in the least alteration of speech, or motion calling into requisition talents well adapted of my eye, anıl to be especially careful of it to bless of course our age and nation. And with respect to any of our family. one or the other they will do "to stavdi Resolved, never to lose one moment of blank neuter they disdaiu," which, the cha- time, but to improve it in the most profitable racter and qualifications of the teachers em- / way I possibly can. ployed, alone can determine.
| Resolved, to live with all my might while Without scientific attainments superior to I do live. these who are to be his pupils, together with Resolved, to do whatever I think to be my an aptness to teach, the applicant will of DUTY, and most for the good and advantage course be rejected by the proper authorities. of mankind in general.
MOUNTAIN SCENERY. AUTUMN WINDS, AND THE FLOWERS. 515 Resolved, sn to do, whatever difficulties Ipest or in calm, the throne of thunder, or meet with, how many soever, and how great with the evening sun painting its dells and soever.
| declivities in colors dipped in heaven, has Resolved, never to do anything which I been the source of the most absorbing sensashould be afraid to do. if it were the last tions. There stands magnitude, giving the hour of my life.
| instant impression of a power above man; Resolved, to observe the strictest tempe-grandeur, that defies decay; antiquity, that rance in eating and drinking.
tells of ages unnumbered; beauty that the Resolved, never do to anything, which, if touch of time makes only more beautifal; I should see in another, I should count a
use, exhaustless for the service of man; imjust occasion to despise him for. or to think perishable as the globe; the monument of any way the more meanly of him.
eternity; the truest earthly emblem of that I will never be afraid or ashamed to speak ever-living, unchangeable, irresistible majesin defence of religion.
ty, hy whom, and for whom, all things were I will make it my daily practice to read madel-Croly. come part of the Holy Scriptures, that I may become aquainted with the will of God, and
For the Miscellany. be quickened and comforted, and qualified AUTUMN WINDS AND THE FLOWERS. to serve Christ and promote the interests of His kingdom in the world.
BY J. L. M'CLOUD. I will make it a rule to do no action, at
0, cease, ye winds, that moaning tono, any time or place, of which action I should
It sounds like death on wings! not be willing to be a witness against my To kill the flowers ye are come, self hereafter.
The flowers that Summer brings! I will give up no priuciple before I am
Ye cast their leaves upon the ground,
And then a dirge ye sing: convinced of its absurdity or bad conse
O, cease, ye mournful Autumn winds quences.
At flowers the death to fling! I will never be ashamed to confess a fault
Fly back afar to Northern climes, to an equal or to an inferior.
Where dwells eternal snow.
Where flowers may never grow.
Let not your rage be vented here,
Upon the tender leaf : Of all the sights that nature offers to the Begone, I say, ye Autumn winds, eye and mind of man, mountains have al
Ye fill my heart with grief. ways stirred my strongest feelings. I have
Prom year to year ye do return, seen the ocean when it was turned up from
On quick destruction borne, the bottom by tempest, and noon was like And howl in anger at the hearts night, with the conflict of the billows and That ye have made to mourn. the storm, that lore and scattered them in
Then back ye winds that carry death mist and foam across the sky. I have seen
To hurl where e'er you fly;
Go back ye mournful Autumn winds, the desert rise around me; and calmly, in
Nor cause the flowers to die! the midst of thousands uttering cries of borror and paralyzed by fear, have contemplated
Ye kill the flowers within the heart,
Ye winds that carry death; the sandy pillars, coming like the advance of Like flowers without, they fade away some gigantic city of conflagration, flying And die beneath your breath. across the wilderness, every column glowing
O, then ye Autumn winds, away! with intense heat, and every blast, death ;)
Nor come this way for aye,
Or all the flowers within my heart the sky vaulted with gloom, the earth a fur
Will fade away and die I ace. But with me, the mountain, in tem-1 Kalamazoo Theological, Seminary Sep. 23, 1889.