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in front, which are mostly well fenced round with neat and thriving hedges. At some distance is the village church, dusky in its antiquity, and presenting a reverend piece of gloomy gothic architecture. The parsonage one may discern a few fields further off, among a cluster of venerable trees which almost obscure it with their thick foliage.

I had written thus far in my journal when I was interrupted by the entrance of the landlord, who came to receive orders about supper. I took the opportunity to make some inquiries respecting the village and its vicinity, in order that, as my stay would be but short, if there was any natural curiosity, or any celebrated edifice, I might lose no time in examining it. In viewing the wonders of creation, I consider time may be very usefully employed; and even the specimens of modern art, or the vestiges of ancient grandeur, will afford to a well-directed mind ample matter for useful and improving reflection. From the landlord I received but little information, excepting that there was an old ruined building about half a mile off, which was called a monastery," and which was much visited by the curious. I forthwith resolved to spend the time till supper in a stroll to the Monastery. Accordingly, after receiving directions as to the way, I set out. The evening was beautifully calm and serene. It was the hour.

When twilight gathers o'er the skies,

And clouds advance in dark array,
And the soft woodland music dies

In faintest warblings on the spray. I proceeded through the village, and then crossed over a stile into the fields, through which lay the path to the object of my excursion. I know not any thing that has such a soothing influence over the mind as the still and sober hour of evening. The bustle of the day is over, and we are soon to consign ourselves to repose; these circumstances tranquillize the spirits, and dispose the mind to meditation. When the shadows of evening descend on the mountains, and the majestic groves assume a darker hue, while

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the slow mists are rising in the valleys, and the moon puts forth her pale crescent in the distant sky, where is the beholder whose heart is not softened by the scene, and whose mind is not raised in devotion to the Great Author and Preseryer of all ?

In a short time I came within sight of the pile of ruins. What had formerly been the Monastery stood upon the margin of a small but clear river, and was encircled in a wood of very large, and old trees. The ruins lay scattered over the ground to a considerable distance : enough remained, however, to point out that it had been once a noble and extensive building. Several ranges of broken arches were partly visible for a long way through the foliage of the trees, but the walls seemed to be held together only by the climbing ivy, which flourished and spread over it in all directions. What a contrast there is, thought I, between its present and former state!

Then fair a Monastery stood,
Seen through the foliage of the wood;
Declining low, upon the grass,
The shadows of its heavy mass;
Rearing its turrets to the day ;
Dazzling its casements in the ray;
Exulting in its buttress'd wall,

Huge towers, and heavy pillar'd hall..
But now,

· The dark brown turrets towering high,
Which once so proudly met the eye,
Down crumbled in a shapeless mass,
Half buried lie among the grass ;
No casement dazzles bright at noon,
Nor glitters to the midnight moon;
The transome, on the grassy floor,
Cumbers the entrance of the door,
Where sideway, in the arch'd recess,
Once sat the watchful porteress.
The lonely passage hid in gloom,
And many a dismal cloister'd room,
That dark and deep secluded lay,
Are open thrown to meet the day.
No matin hymn, nor vesper song,
Peals from the chapel low and long;
Save from the owl a solemn screech
The passing traveller may reach.
Un it, through many a lengthen'd age,
The storms of heaven have spent their rage,

Levell'd its portals with the ground,
Scatter'd its fragments all around,
Crush'd to the earth its lofty hall,

And shatter'd every mighty wall. And what a contrast, I again thought, there is between the former and the present age! The warm imagination of youth may, at times, dwell with fondo ness on the by-gone scenes, and regret that the days of chivalry and romance, knights and adventures, and tilts and tournaments, are past; but it is surely without reflecting that those were the days of bar. barity, moral darkness, superstition, and bigotry, and without considering and duly appreciating the superior advantages of our own times. In the olden time,” learning was confined to the few, but pow it may be acquired by all. Religion was then secluded in abbeys and monasteries, and was defiled with idolatry and superstition ; but now churches and chapels are scattered all over the land, and we have the Gospel preached in its purity at our very doors. The Bible was, in those days, a sealed book ; but in these days England is become a land of Bibles, and is supplying the whole world with the Gospel of Christ. How has our country emerged from the darkness in which she was enveloped! How thankful we ought to be, that we were born in this christian age! England is a land of light,--a land of Bibles, and of civil and religious liberty. Here learning is diffused, the arts and sciences flourish, and commerce has fixed her throne. Shall we then look back on the days of darkness with a sigh of regret? No;-whenever our thoughts are recalled to distant ages by any of their remaining monu. ments, let us reflect, with gratitude, on the superiority of the present, and on our own transcendent privileges. Occupied with such reflections, I remained among the broken walls, dilapidated arches, and grass-grown aisles, until it was almost dark; when, starting from my reverie, I soon re-crossed the wooden bridge, leaving behind me the venerable ruins; and, quickening my step over the meadows, in a few minutes entered the low portals of the village-inn.

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PRODİGY OF MEMORY. (From " Illustrations of Biblical Literature, by the Rev. JAMES

TOWNLEY," vol. i. p. 128.) The late Rey. THOMAS THRELKELD, of Rochdale, Lancashire, was a perfect living Concordance to the English Scriptures. If three words only were mentioned, except perhaps those words of mere connexion, which occur in hundreds of passages, he could immediately, without hesitation, assign the chapter and verse where they were to be found. And, inversely, upon mentioning the chapter and verse, he could repeat the words. The power of retention enabled him, with ease, 66 to make himself master of - many languages. Nine or ten, it is certainly known,

that he read, not merely without difficulty, but with profound and critical skill. It is affirmed, by a friend who lived near him, and who was in habits of inti. macy with him, that he was familiarly acquainted with every language in which he had a Bible, or New Testament.” After his decease I had an opportunity of examining his library, and noticed Bibles, or New Testaments, in English, Greek, Latin, Hebrew, French, Italian, Spanish, German, Welch, Dutch, Swedish, Gaelic, and Manks ; besides Grammars, &c. in other languages. In the Greek Testament, his powers of immediate reference and quotation were similar to those he possessed in the English translation; since he could in a moment produce every place in which the same word occurred, in any of its forms, or affinities. In the Hebrew, with its several dialects, he was equally, that is, most profoundly skilled ; and it is believed, that his talent of imme. diate reference was as great here, as in the Greek, or even in the English.

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HONESTY REWARDED. The official Gazette of St. Petersburgh contains the following paragraph :-A soldier of a regiment of Carbineers, going to Kamenei-Ostriff to work, found a gold-watch, with a seal and chain also of gold. Some persons offered him 400 roubles for it, which he re

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fused, and deposited the watch in the hands of his captain, to be restored to the owner. When the Emperor was informed of the circumstance, he ordered the brave soldier a present of 800 roubles, as a reward for his integrity.

SAGACITY OF A HORSE.

(From the Cheltenham Chronicle.) 66 A few days since, Mr. J. Lane, of Frescombe, in the parish of Ashelworth, Gloucestershire, on his return home, turned his horse into a field in which it had been accustomed to graze. A few days before this, the horse had been shod, all fours, but unluckily, had been pinched in the shoeing of one foot. In the morning, MR. LANE missed the horse, and caused an active search to be made in the vicinity, when the following singular circumstances transpired :-The ani. mal, as it may be supposed, feeling lame, made his way out of the field by unhanging the gate with his mouth, and went straight to the same farrier's shop, a distance of a mile and a half. The farrier had no sooner opened his shed, than the horse, which had evidently been standing there some time, advanced to the forge and held up the ailing foot; the farrier instantly began to examine the hoof, discovered the injury, took off the shoe, and replaced it more carefully, on which the horse immediately turned about, and set off at a merry pace for his well-known pasture. Whilst Mr. LANE's servants were on the search, they chanced to pass by the forge, and on mentioning their supposed loss, the farrier replied, 60, he has been here, and shod, and is gone home again,' which on their return they found to be actually the case.”

OBITUARY. 1. WILLIAM TAYLOR died March 18, 1821, at Shiney-Row, in the county of Durham, in the fourteenth year of his age.--He was sent to the Sunday-school as soon as he could be regularly admitted. He was exeroplary for his constant and early attendance; and

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