It is from the unceasing interchange of the Spitzenbergen's ice and Afric's burniug field particles of matter, that the living lustre of! To Nature's living mass their tribute yield!” the world is born, it is the separation of one

| No; there is more wonder in truth than atom of water from one atom of starch

fable, and more poetry in fact than fiction. which gives rise to the formation of sugar, and to this change, produced by the mutual

But there are revelations of this wonderinfluences of warmth and moisture, the ger

world of change more startling than these, mination of all seeds is due, and hence the and, perhaps, more truly poetic. The most continuation of vegetation. Neither the oaks ob

Jobdurate and inflexible bodies seem destined of the forest, nor the grasses of the field. 1 by a law of their nature to work their way could ever have burst into their green beau- up through successive orders of being, til) ty but for this simple change in the elements they reach the highest of them all; and when of their seeds. The malt-ter takes advantage

there, to fill a purpose essential to the very of this to produce that delicious flavor in the existence of man himself. Thus, without barley, which, when combined with the in-phosphorus, and sulphur, and potash, the toxicating product of a second change in the buman frame would be destitute of outline. sugar itself, has proved the source of physic:1 and power of locomotion; for with these masuffering and social misery to millions.

terials its bones are formed; so, also, without

a supply of common salt, which is also a If the imaginings of the early world were

compound of a brilliant metal and a poisonstartling and brilliant, the facts of modern

ous gas, the aikalinc character of the blood chemists are imbued with a poetry more lof

could not be maintained, and the fiame ty still, while they have for their basis the

would soon fall into coruption and perish solid ground of truth, and stand separated

and in like manner, without iron, the identiby a wide gulf from the phantasies of fiction.

cal metal of which plow shares and steam What Oriental fiction of aerial temples or

| engines are formed, life could not be sustainrainbow daughters of the sky, can for a

ed even for the shortest space of time; for moment be compared with the simple chem-lhe

by the presence of that metal in the globules, istry of the atmosphere, or the rainbows

of the blood, that fluid maintains its brillianthemselves? This soft, universal azure me

cy of color, and is enabled to take up the vidium in which the round world swings, and

talizing atoms of the air, and so continue the which holds the seas in its arms, letting

enjoyments of a happy existence. While them fall, drop by drop, in fatness to the

still more wonderful, perhaps, are those disearth, or that spanning archway of the an

coveries by which Liebig has rendered himgels, formed by millions of separate particles of

self immortal, and which reveal to us the of rain, each particle a prism, which cuts up

up | chemical phenomena involved in the operathe rays of light into separate parts, and ex- tion

and ex- tions of the brain, and which indicate that plains their anatomy and their colors-we

the amo unt of phosphorous and niuogevous ask, what mere imagining or fancying of

principles, removed coutinually from the man can equal the reality of the beauty and

nervous system, are in direct proportion to the glory thus surrounding us? What fable

the intensity and continuance of thought of old can stand side by side with the fact

and which point to the immediate relation that

of the material to the spiritual. "Each drop of water is a world, containing

· Passing from these things to matters less Creatures more numerous than the men of earth, directly associated with the phenomena of The April shower upon the green tree rnir ing,

life, we find beauty still predominant, and To fresh creations in enuh leaf give birth; Nature, her balance every.where regaining,

poetry of the most lofty character the promNew breathing things to form, leaves nothing inept idea. A dark surface alecrbs more dearth;

heat than a light one; at the same time it

radiates or parts with heat more rapidly than vice of humanity, under the name of chloroa light surface. The chemist exposes the form, which not only finds backs of his hands to the noon-day sun, the

" Tongues in trees, one bare and the other covered with a black Books in the running brooks, sermons in stones.” cloth. The uncovered hand will be at a temperature of from 85 to 90 °, and the one

but travels up covered at from 98 to 106 . The black

"Through the measureless fields, color absorbs about fifteen percent, more Where the silver mooa and the compet wheels." heat than the white one, and yet the cover

and measures the magnitude of those lampe ed hand is uninjured, while the other is

of God; will deal with higher than physical scorched and blistered; in this way, although

| things, and learn to attach its sympathies apparently in opposition to the result requir

with a moral law; securing for itself a nobler ed, has God provided for his children who

* salvation than from the choke damp of a dwell under the fierce heat of the southern

| mine, and inheriting a purer religion than sun. He has made them black, that they

the worship of organic compounds. may live in harmony with the golden sun:

Meantime, the elements wait on man, and shine above them, and not as the objects of

combine to do him service; he has made the white man's tyranny.

matter subservient to his will, and in this There is poetry in such facts as these; and conquest of the material over the immaterial when the human mind has achieved for itself the world reads the idea of its advancing a nobler inheritance of wisdom than it now humanity. The lesson is one which humpossesses, and true genius takes the place of bles, because it points to a dependance on commercial craft, we shall find the poet and God, and suggests that there are regions inthe painter combining to do honor to the to which the mind will yet have to enter to men by whose labors these wonderful truths learn its spiritual duties, and to connect have been unfolded. The picture of Faraday them with its conquest of the world.—Repos. turning a ray of light from its course by the itory. power of a magnet, under the direction of his own poet-mind, will be looked upon with

VULGARITY profound reverence, and the names of Davy, Liebig, Berzelius and Dumas, will adorn the We would guard the young against the poetic annals of generations now waiting to use of every word that is not perfectly be born. The same scrutinizing power proper. Use no profane language--aħude which detects sulphur in the atmosphere, to no sentence that would put to the blush and in this way accounts for the peculiar | the most sensitive. You know not the tenodor of the electric spark; which traces out dency of habitually using indecent and prothe analogy between the same atmosphere fine language. It may never be obliterated and nitric acid; which discovers the method from your hearts. When you grow up, you of converting old rage into sugar, and saw will find at your tongues end some expresdust into bred; which detects the service of sions which you would not use for any the humble moss in cleaving and crumbling money. It was one you learned when you the rugged rocks on which it chances to was quite young. By being careful, you grow, by means of the oxalic acid which its will save yourself a great deal of mortificaroots contain; which observes the effect of tion and sorrow. Good men have been sunlight in elaborating the juices of the taken sick and become delirious. fruits, and makes that same sunlight a paint. In these moments they have used the

of pictures; which compounds a material most vile and indecent language imaginable which acts as an antidote to pain, and proves. When informed of it, after a restoration to one of the greatest of auxiliaries in the ser-health, they bad no idea of the pain they

had given their friends, and stated that they simplest thesis of nature, whether written on bad learned and repeated these expressions the human constitution, or this earth, buildin childhood, and though years bave passed ed by the great Architect for our use. The since they had spoken a vile word, the early past, to us, is chaos; the present is a waking impressions in childhood had been indelibly | dream, in which, "seeing, we see not, and stamped upon the heart. Think of this ye hearing, we hear not;" and the future is who are tempted to use improper language, wrapped in the decpest, the most impenetraand never disgrace yourselves,-London Lit. ble obscurity. We know neither how, nor Gaz.

for what purpose, we exist; nor what is to be the destiny of that principle within us,

which every heart-throb proclaims to be MYSTERY


When we pause to think, our own shadBY FANNY FORESTER.

ows may well alarm us; and when we turn

our dim, weak eyes, ou our own ignorance, Life is all a mystery. The drawing of the seven to our partial selves so palpable, we breath, the beating of the pulse, the flowing shall not dare to sneer at the wildest vagary of the blood, none can comprehend. We that the human mind has ever engendered. know that we are sentietit beings,gifted with Sneer! why, what know we--poor, puny, strange powers, intellectual and physical;

| imbecile crcatures that we are !-of truth or capable of acting, thinking, feeling, compa- falsehood,save that moral vruth which stamps ring, reasoning, and judging; but we do not us the offsprivg of the Eternal; that unknow by what means we perform these dif

swerving trust which is our only safety--ou ferent functions, not even so much as to anchor while drifting on these dark,unknown comprehend how the simplest thought is waters. There is none to solve the deep originated. The mind of an idiot-of one

| mystery of the things about us; but we feel, of the lower animals even-is a study too

tudy, too in the darkness, the clasp of a Strong Hand. deep for us. The goings forth of the wind,

a; Oh, may we never strive to cast that Hand the balademy of the clouds," the ning lear from us! In the far, far distance, burps one bursting from the dead brown stem--all pro

Star. Oh, may we never raise a cloud becesses of nature, however simple, are beyond tween its light and our bewildered eyes! the grasp of human intellect.

May we never, never forget, in the midst of Each of us is a mystery to self, and to the the mystery by which we are encompassed, friends that look upon us. We raise an arm, that “we are not our own;" that we are not and we know that, in that simple movement, gifted with the power of guiding ourselves; a thousand little assistants are required; but, and may we yield the trust of childhood to Fe do not fully understand the philosophy the sure foot, the strong arm, and the allof their application, and we are totally igno- seeing eye of Him who made us what we rant of the grand principle, without which are, and is leading us to the place where we they are cold, unfeeling clay. Our friends, may learn what we lave been and shall be. too, are complete mysterics to us. They are always acting as we are sure they would not; and they move about, complete embodiments of mystery, with hearts almost wholly unex

SINGULAR PHENOMENON.--A portion of plored, heads full of strange theories, and a mountain in Tennessee, called Walden's natures subject to incomprehensible impu'- Ridge, sunk with a tremendous noise, a ses and caprices.

few days since. The gap in the timber Within, without, around, we can compre

is sixty or a hundred feet wide, and some henl o thing; we cannot solve even theo

two miles long.

For the Misceilany. there to pay homage at the shrine of wealth TWO HOMES IN 1848.

and beauty.

Magnificent girandoles and candelabras

streaming with light revealed to the eye BY MARY B. JANES.

every thing that could entrance the sense.The sun never rose brighter than on the

Carpets so soft and yielding, they seemed 181h birth-day of the heiress Lucy, the

like down to the step,divans and tete a tetes pride of an old time-worn castle, that stood

that would have graced Buckingham palace within its walls of antique sculpture, tower

specimens of Mosaic, statuary of Paria's ing above the trees and frowning most un

purest polish--marble tables cuvered with sociably at its opposite ocighbor, a broken

ponderous tomes. The walls were embelldown parapet in one of the most roin antic

roin antic ished with paintings representing the most glades of Old England.

striking scenes iu Lord Ellerton's history; Ellerton castle was in an excitement of portraits of ancient heroes and reigning suvpreparation, a fete was to be given that eve- ereigns--then all this was multiplied in the ning in honor of the fair Lucy. While clearest mirrors. One would suppose himstewards and house-keeper are all in a bus- self gazing on some scene of enchantment te with their clamorous acclamations of joy, the effect was so like magic. . pacing up and down with the eniblems of Music floated through the saloon, some their respective offices, we may slip out and times softly lulling the sense, at others stirsurvey the estate. "The grounds were exten-ring the soul with the warmest enotions. A sively and beautifully laid out. Exotics rush of perfume from Elieu's parterre poured bloomed in profusion. Shrubbery grew there in through the upen casements, filling the which had been planted many years before, apartment, and almost overwhelming the until the stately trees had formed groves in guests with a flood of delicious sensations. every direction, through which the deer were bounding with a fleet step. and over thel Viands that an epicure would covet, with dowus and fells the sheep grazed in luxuri-wines and fruits from Oriental climes crowd. ant idleness. Birds found there a favorite

carite ed the board of the hospitable noblemen.haunt, and their responsive notes fled the The dawr of morning saw coaches filled air with rural melody, and on a hidden tree with satisfied guests, and attended by footsat a Macaw parrot perfectly conscious of his men in richly caparisoned livery, rapidly dignity as one would suppose, from his traversing the Park, while Lucy was in her screaming erotism. To give to the whole bed of down, dreaming of doting friends and the completion of an English landscape her home of luxury. stood the castle, with here and there, a bro-. ken arch or crumbling pile. Its grey walls Night nerer stretched her leaden sceptre looked old fashioned enough, to be sure, in more in terror, than she did over the home their gothic dress, reminding one of some de- of Kathleen Moore, a horel which stood mure old monk in his cowl and robe of serge, alone in a remote glen of Ireland. The but the twining flowers clung closely to the bowlings of the blast were truly terrific as massive stone causing it no longer to look they swept by, peering into every crevice of cold and prison like, but seemed a fit reticat that mud walled hut, causing it literally to for one so lovely s Lucy Eilertou. I creak to its very foundation. A few leaflegg

There never was a more joyous assem-trees like giant skeletons were scattered over bage, than was collected in the Cistle that the fell, all corse-like as it was in its windnight. Ladig in glittering court dresses,anding sheet of snow, and on one of the trees gentlemen in dazzling uniform--the beauty sat an owl screeching to the night wind. and chivalry of the adjacent country, were seemingly the moon never shone in Ireland, for the sky was so obscured by clouds that nerve in h ar frame acts in its utmost tension every object was shrouded in darkness; but she starts up in all the “tearless energy of a pale light yet glimmered within Kathleen's woe,” and clasps her dead darling still cottage. What a shivering seizes the spirit, closer, her shadowy form moving with as as the door turns on its hinges revealing to tonishing precision, she paces the floor and the gaze, the interior of that abode of sor- begins wailing one of those plaintive airs 80 fowl

. peculiarly adaptod to that sorrow-stricked Gaunt pestilence was stalking through the land--then wildly shrieking she lays her land and with its blighting breath had child beside its father and rushing forth swept innumerable victims to the charnel from the door, her cries are borne upon the house; had stolen the roses from youthful blast. faces and left them blanched by the mildew of When day breaks upon the scene it dis want, had quenched the fire of Beauty's lus- closes two fatherless boys, huddling in tea trous eye, leaving it,bloodshot and glaring ful despair round a maniac mother. ; with fierceness; had corrected the sympa- These are no fancy sketches, who that has thies and hardened the hearts of many, who observed the extravagance and dissipation yet walked the sterile soil, like bloodless of the Court of St James, and the wretched phantoms. There in one corner of an almost ness and want of Erin's sons, will say that anfurnished room, upon a straw pallet is these were not scenes from real life? stretched the form of Edward Moore, in the last stage of pestileutial fever. Though

FIDELITY. doomed to die, a serenity sat upon his brow, one bony hand clasped a bible and the other, Never forsake a friend. When enemies already stiffened was raised toward heaven. I gather around--when sickness falls on the

In an opposite corner upon a similar beart--when the world is dark and cheercouch are two boys asleep! yes asleep! for-less-is the time to try true friendship. The getfulness has for a while stolen upon their heart that has been touched will redouble faculties. Their lips are pale with hunger its efforts when the friend is sad or in tronand their lank faces are shrivelled and ghast-ble. Adversity tries true friendship. They ly; yet enduring patience is stamped upon who turn from the scene of distress, betray them and they are fondly locked in each their hypocrisy, and prove that interest only other's arms-but starvation baunts their moves them. If you have a friend who pillow, for in their dreams, in suppressed, loves you—who has studied your interest yet fitful tones they are murmuring, Broad! and happiness, be sure you sustain him in

Near the father's bed sits the mother, cold adversity. Let him feel that his former and shivering, holding within her arms a kindness was appreciated, that his love was babe. A tear has frozen upon its cheek, and not thrown away. Real fidelity may be its form is like an iciele. Ah! it is dead- rare, but exists in the heart. Who has not dear helpless one, thus early inured to sor- seen and felt its power? They only deny

its worth and power who have never either The mother lifts her transparent hand to loved a friend or labored to make him haprevive, if possible the expiring wick of her py. The good and kind, the affectionate last taper, which throws a sudden flickering and virtuous, see and feel this heavenly print light about the room, and tells to her that ciple. They would sacrifice wealth and the harpies of famine with the baleful breeze happiness to promote the happiness of other of their pestiferous wings, have sent theers, and in return, they receive the reward death chill upon her heart's idols. Oh! how of their love in sympathizing hearts and frantically she gazes upon her babe, then countless favors; when they have been opon her husband, bow her eyes dilate; every I brought low by clistress and adversity.

Vo!. 6, No. 2-6.

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