"Tis useless to prescribe salt-cod and eggs, Or lay post-horses under legal fetters, Consider,-Acts of Parliament may bind A man to go where Irvings are discoursing- Remember, as a Scottish legislator, The Scotch Kirk always has a Moderator; In a long Sermon Lane without a turning. Religion one should never overdo: Right glad I am no minister you be, For you would say your service, sir, to me, Till I should say, "My service, sir, to you." Six days made all that is, you know, and then Came that of rest-by holy ordination, As if to hint unto the sons of men, After creation should come re-creation. Read right this text, and do not further search To make a Sunday Workhouse of the Church. THE DEATH OF THE DOMINIE. "Take him up, says the master."-OLD SPELLING BOOK. My old Schoolmaster is dead. He "died of a stroke;" and I wonder none of his pupils have ever done the same. I have been flogged by many masters, but his rod, like Aaron's, swallowed up all the rest. We have often wished that he whipt on the principle of Italian penmanship,-up strokes heavy and down strokes light; but he did it in English round hand, and we used to think with a very hard pen. Such was his love of flogging, that for some failure in English composition, after having been well corrected I have been ordered to be revised. I have heard of a road to learning, and |