beautiful beyond description, and on the wings Kaleidoscope is of Greek origin, and signi- ded and bloomed, lending their fragrance to the fies a beautiful form. This instrument was in- surrounding air. Every thing reflected in this vented some years ago by Dr. Brewster of Ed-beautiful azure seemed more lovely. The very inburg. It consists of two reflecting surfaces birds that flitted on noiseless wing seemed inclined to each other at an angle of 60 deg., enclosed in a glass or paper tube. Highly colored fragments confined loosely within these reflecting surfaces, can be made to assume an infinite variety of beautiful figures of every form and color. I was one day carelessly surveying this instrument, musing upon the curious and interesting appearance which it presented as I turned it from one position to another, when the sound of far off music fell sweetly upon my ear, and 1 unconsciously fell into a gentle slumber. I found myself standing upon a very singular platform, grasping in one hand a curious instrument, with the nature of which I was wholly unacquainted. I was querying upon the situation of the place, and was wishing to ascertain if possible, something of the properties of the instrument which I held, when I heard a voice, saying "behold in your medium, Life in all its different phases." I looked and beheld a beautiful gleam of pure azure. The magic wand of a fairy could not have made a scene more fair and bright. The green velvet sward yielded gently to the touch of the silent breeze, that ever and anon swept over it, waving it slightly in graceful curves and undulations. Amaranthine flowers bud beheld also a young mother watching the couch of her infant slumberer. Her eye was clear and bright with maternal tenderness as she gazed in all the plenitude of a mother's love upon her sleeping boy. Hope, with vivid expectation takes her thoughts far forward into the dim vista of the future. She beholds him lant and watchful eye. What a picture this! What must be the deep black ness of a heart that could thus constantly find new sources of torment to annoy an innocent one,and whose only delight consisted in tormenting the helpless. Again was my medium turned, and a blushing foreground. Wisdom was written upon his broad brow, the fire of intellect glowed in his eye, and he walked in the path of understanding. Near him stood a gentle maiden. The sparkling orbs of her soul glowed with affection as she gazed fondly on the object of her attachment. Each seemed to bask in the smile of the other, and the untold wealth of love was experienced by them in all its blissful reality. Musing upon their happiness, my attention was suddenly turned to one whose name was zeal. He was conversing with candor on a favorite topic, and with a passionate ardor amounting almost to enthusiasm, was rising higher in the path that leads to honor and renown, until at last he stands on the very pinnacle of fame. She sees his heart filled with filial love, and with all else deemed true and noble, the sunshine of which is to cheer her descent to the tomb. The scene was all at once made radiant by the purple light of re-red illuminated the vision. I saw Love in the ligion. Every thing seemed to have a purer, a more elevated cast. Charity attracted my attention in this amethystine tinge. With brow irradiated by love, a countenance beaming with kindness, and a heart filled with sympathy, she poured the balm of consolation into the bleeding heart of the downcast and wayworn. Humility walking in a quiet vale, amid flowers of lowly beauty, seemed content with the position assigned her, and aspired not to ascend the path of pride and ostentation. Virtue arrayed in a robe of moral excellence, ap. peared in all her inborn loveliness of heart and character. Benevolence tilling the garden of the human heart, taught by precept and exam-proving the proposition which he had laid ple, how senseless is the cankering love of self, down. With a warm engagedness in the cause and how pitiful individual ambition. A sud- of truth, he maintained his opinions after found. den turn in my instrument now brought to my ing them in reason, and evinced a singular deview a sober gray, containing adversity disap- votedness in every thing in which he engaged. pointment and sadness. The dark leaves of My instrument was again slightly turned, and the cypress and the willow waved in ominous a deep, dark tint of blue floated before me. In gloom in the foreground, and beyond them I this vision I gazed in mute astonishment on a saw one on whom calamitous woe had fallen, wretched misanthrope. With a deep hatred crushing all his ardent wishes, blighting his to all the human family, he had wandered far most cherished anticipations. Hope with worn from the habitations of men, and with a deep and wounded wing had died upon the heart, selfishness, regarding his own interest alone, leaving it all darkness and desolation, with no had become a hermit. Miserable man! thought ray of gladness to calm his troubled mind. I, that could thus deprive himself of friendly Dark despair attended him at every step, and intercourse with society to live a life of secluhe could see nought to illuminate the heavy sion in such a wild spot. My attention was cloud by which he was surrounded. He sigh-then directed to a person whose name was ined for the happiness he once experienced, and tolerance. He walked steadily along saying in the longings of his soul, for oblivion from to all whom he met, "come this way and do as his woes,he wished for death to relieve his acu- I do, or you are forever sunk in the lowest test anguish. I saw also a black cloud hover- depths of misery." He frequently met reason, ing frightfully near one upon whose features I but never for a moment would he listen to a could discern a deep look of hatred and re- word that he said. Prejudice had so wrought venge. A terrible fire was in his eye, an aw-upon his mind, that he was steeled to the influful frown on his brow, as he steadily pursued ence of anything but the influence of his own the object of his vengeance. Nothing could strange fancies. My medium was soon turned he do which seemed revenge sufficient, to sat-again revealing to view a yellowish tinge upon isfy the horrid craving of his soul. He wreak-all objects presented. Parsimony I first noticed ed his malice in a thousand ways, and allowed with avarice in his track, destroying every nohis victim no opportunity to escape his vigi- ble impulse, and all the fine affections of those For the Miscellany. THE BIBLE. BY ACHISH H. POOL. who came within his power. The sweetest to cheer with its rays, the dark cloud by which comforts of life he dispensed with in order to it is surrounded. Malignant and quenchless satisfy his insatiable thirst for gold, the yellow hate burning in the heart of man, consigns the dust which was his god, and at whose shrine moral world to an appalling condition, and he knelt with far more zeal than at the altar of with its malignant passions, sets on fire all nohis Creator. I also saw Fashion in this yellow ble impulses, blasts the foliage of life's fair shaded tinge. Sometimes she seemed intent tree, turning its crystal river into hot lava and on accomplishing something to benefit those lining its banks with fiends in human shape. who bowed at her shrine, but more frequently When man shall have arrived so far in the scale her designs were to depress and degrade the of moral, intellectual and Godlike greatness, as multitudes, who waited in anxious expectancy to look through the medium of genuine benevoher every call. The sway which she exercised lence, charity and knowledge, instead of the was almost despotic. Wan disease, pale con- medium of selfishness, intolerance, hatred and sumption, and ghastly death, were the con- false ambition, then will the world have årstant attendants of those who followed her in- rived to a state of true and exalted happiness, structions. Again was my instrument slightly when beauty shall clothe the moral landscape turned, I saw a being over whom hung a deep and the sabbath of millennial rest shall gloricloud, but whose countenance was clothed with ously dawn upon our world. a quiet calm. What is the meaning of this, pondered I, as I gazed with much interest upon him. Ah! it was a Christian in deep affliction. The ills of life had fallen heavily upon him. False friends, had with dark deceit The Bible is the great regulating power that and deep hypocrisy in their hearts, taken from moves and governs the moral world. Prohim his once spotless name, and by those with gressive in its influence, it is destined to triwhom he associated, he was believed to be a umph over all opposition. Ignorance, superstivillain of the deepest dye. Death too, held in tion, vice and oppression disappear before it. his cold embrace, the object of his most fond To the ignorant it teaches wisdom, to the viaffections, and to whom he had been bound by cious it exhibits virtue that "form of peerless the tenderest ties that bind in unison kindred beauty" in all its loveliness. To the oppresssouls. He felt that nought on earth could filled it grants a vision of that happy period, when the place of the loved and lost one, and that drear and cheerless would the world be to him"they hear not the voice of the oppressor and now. Yet in all this, he looked calmly on and the servant is free from his master. upbraided not the hand of him, "who doeth all things well." While gazing upon and admiring his calmness and Christian resignation, I awoke from my reverie. I found that the platform upon which I had been standing was the WORLD, and that not myself alone possessed a Kaleidoscopic medium, but that all possess one, presenting views, varying according to the frame of mind, the state of the sensibility, or the circumstances in which they are placed. The sweet magic of Hope "revelling amid Arcadian scenery," brightens not only the future but the present, and through the medium of its all powerful prism, changes the color of all things, while the balmy glow of all things lovely fails to soothe the heart where despair sits in heavy despondency, and not a single star of brightness, does that heart see, The Bible is the only source of true morality. Its influence upon the character and actions of men, the records of eternity alone can fully reveal. No book in the world is so replete with instruction as this " Book of Books." In sublimity and beauty of style, in dignity and simplicity of narrative, in depth and variety of thought, in purity and elevation of sentiment, it is unrivalled by any production of ancient or modern times. The Great Charter" of human rights, it gronts equal privileges to all; and its precepts are equally obligatory upon the King and the subject, the prince and the peasant, the learned and the unlearned, the rich and the poor, and the same punishment awaits all who disobey. "The voice of 'nature' proclaims the existence of a "Great first Cause," whispers that man is possessed of an undying principle, that! Though they possessed not those incentives will live though the body may be slumbering in to action, that a knowledge of true liberty inthe silent tomb, but the Bible removes all un-spires, yet for a moment they were free. But certainty, it declares that there is an Omnipo- their ignorance doomed them again to slavery. tent, Omniscient, and Omnipresent God," in whom all things exist; that man is possessed of an immortal soul which may have part in the first resurrection, or in the second death. It reveals man's duty to his Creator, to himself and to his fellow-man. Love God is the divine precept, and love thy neighbor as thyself It warns us of the shortness of life. Our life is but a vapor which appeareth for a moment, and then vanisheth away." Man "cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down; he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not." "He is free whom the truth makes free." connected! Freedom founded on truth is duYes! Freedom and Truth are inseparably rable as the "everlasting hills! It is founded on a rock! and though the rain descends and the floods come and the winds blow and beat against it, it will not fall. But it is more especially the influence the Bible has on the private character of those inand obey its precepts, that should endear it to dividuals who peruse its sacred pages, believe every friend of morality. All that is lovely, all that is noble, all that is worthy of imitation, in the character of these eminent men, who linger upon the shores of Time,—can be traced to the influence of the Bible. The truths of the Bible are destined to triumph over all the powers of darkness, until "all nations, kindreds and tongues" shall render obedience to its precepts. Then in the lan-have passed down the stream of life, or still guage of inspiration, "they shall beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more." But every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree; and none shall make thein afraid; for the Lord of hosts. hath spoken it.' To the Bible are the American people indebted not only for their religious, but civil and political liberty. Where but from the Volume of Inspiration, could man have learned the great and important truth, that "ALL men are created FREE and EQUAL," and were endow "To them it was the "Mirror of Truth;" the "bright star of God" that led them on to immortality. It was their only "chart and compass" while floating on the dark and narrow billows of Time, and with a firm reliance upon the Omnipotence of its Author, calmly they met each shock of the foaming surge. Though the vivid lightning spreads destruction in its path of light, and the terrible thunder echoes from cloud to cloud; though at the voice of ed by their Creator with inalienable rights." from its rocky bed; and earth is shaken from the mighty earthquake--the deep sea rolls back Where upon the face of the globe can be its centre, and yearning chasms, swallow up found a freer happier more intelligent people cities and villages,-though famine and pestithan in the country we are proud to call our lence perform their work of death, yet unmovown? Where do we find the Bible more free-ed by the din of warring elements they could ly circulated, or more generally read? No form of government is more dependent on the moral principle of the people for its stability than a republican. The Bible is the great corner stone in the temple of Liberty. Disseminate its truths and you perpetuate the princi. ples of true democracy. It is an enemy to op pression in whatever form, and under whatever circumstances it may be found. The shouts of liberty had scarcely ceased their reverberation, on the shores of America, when from the Old World the oppressed millions aroused from slumbers caught the sound, and with one mighty effort, endeavored to shake off their chains. 66 tune their harps, and sing one of the songs of the "sweet psalmist of Israel;" they could meet the King of Terrors in triumph, and exclaim in the language of Inspiration “O death where is thy sting, O grave where is thy victory. Destroy the inspired Volume-erase from the minds and consciences of men, the remembrance of its precepts, and you prepare for the re-enactment of those horrid scenes, that deluged the fair fields of France in blood, during the "Reign of Terror." It were better that the earth cease to bring forth her fruits, that the bright stars fall from heaven, the pale moon veil its face, or the sun refuse its light, yes better that the earth itself should be annihila- | with chalets and pastures, chewing cows and ted. No Philanthropist would heed the Or- whistling peasants. Any geologist would phans' cry for bread, or strive to heal the heart have hesitated to live upon it, however, for that is broken." That mother would hush the though the whole long slope from Goldau to cries of helpless innocence by plunging her lit- the distant summit was of firm rock, covered tle one beneath the silvery flood. That son by rich soil, deep underneath this was a treachor daughter would turn a deaf ear to the groans erous stratum of clay. Yielding to the tempof their aged parents; no sympathiqing voice tation of the autumn rains, this mountain took would utter a prayer for the departing soul. a drop too much. It lost its gravity, stagNo badge of mourning would testify that that gered, fell. The clay became slush, and down widow was bereaved of the partner of her youth. the greased ways the whole vast mass slid Yonder blazing pyre, consuming the lifeless upon the valley. Any one who has seen a corpse of her husband, would mingle her ash-large vessel launched, can conceive perhaps es with his. No church bell would proclaim what impetus a mass of rock, of the weight of the return of the Sabbath, or the hour of prayer. No the very gates of Pandemonium would be unbarred, and all the crimes and miseries of Hell, would be loosed, to revel upon the wreck of fallen humanity. Yea, men and demons would vie with each other in wickedness. millions of loaded ships, would get in sliding a distance of two miles down a slope 5000 feet high. But it is almost impossible to conceive of the desolation scattered before it. The whole broad valley for a length of four or five miles, and a breadth of two or three, was The voice of Brother's blood would arise to filled with ghastly rubbish. The sky was utHeaven, and demand vengeance of the aveng-terly blackened by a cloud of flying stones and er. Every man's hand would be against his dust. High up the opposite side of the valley, neighbor, until the sun would rise and set, the where, if Nature had issued tickets, a spectamoon wax and wane, the stars sparkle and dis-tor would have taken his place without hesitaappear, unseen by mortal eye, Earth having itself become desolate. BRUCE, March 4th. A VILLAGE OVERWHELMED. A traveler in Switzerland, writing to the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin, gives the following thrilling account of the destruction of the village of Goldau : tion to witness the convulsion, volleys of immense rocks were hurled like grape shot, carrying all before them. The church bell of Goldau was found knocked a mile, and one village chapel was swept half a league from its foundations. Of those who were immediately exposed only three escaped. One child and a servant were dug out the day after, and perhaps a more vivid idea of the calamity may be got from the story of the servant, Francisca, than from any vague conception. Many feet under the rough rocks on which the actual church of Goldau stands, is a buried It was about tea time of a September aftervillage, which if it were rather less crushed noon. She was sitting in a back room amusand ground to pieces, some 1900 years hence ing the child when she heard some one shout, might be as curious a mine for eager New-" Run for your life." She snatched up the Zealanders as Pompeii is for us now. It is child, jumped towards the door, but before she the old village of the same name which in reached it the house was struck and sent spin1806 was overwhelmed by a mountain fall. ning down the valley. She instantly lost the Much more terrible the catastrophe must have child, and was thrown from the floor against been, than any shower of slow ashes. Though the ceiling, against the sides, every way; the if one were to chose his death between the furniture, and shortly the broken boards of the two, he would perhaps prefer annihilation by floor joining her in this strange dance, beams flying boulders to a slow sulphurous suffoca- cracking and splintering with terrific noise, tion in his back cellar. The mountain that and the house gradually falling to pieces. did this mischief was a staid grave pile two Presently it stopped. Awaking from her gidmiles away, and was so little disturbed that it dy, dizzing delirium, she discovered she was was covered, like the rest of the hills around, alive, and brushing away the blood which |