Poor and helpless, Jeannette was forced to seek an asylum with her sister. She was kindly received and treated with the most tender forbearance; but her conscience was not at ease; a violent cough enfeebled her frame, and in her twenty-eighth year, no trace of her former beauty remained. Her mind was soured and embittered, so that she was rendered unfit for any domestic joys. The servants of the family trembled before her. If the nurse wished to hush the infant she had only to say "Aunt is coming." The larger children, when at play, if they heard her cough at a distance, slipped into one corner, and whispered to one another " Aunt is coming."

THE OLD WORLD.

BY GEORGE LUNT.

There was once a world and a brave old world, Away in the ancient time,

When the men were brave and the women fair,

And the world was in its prime;

And the priest he had his book,

And the scholar had his gown,

And the old knight stout, he walked about
With his broadsword hanging down.

Ye may see this world was a brave old world,
In the days long past and gone.

And the sun it shone, and the rain it rained,
And the world went merrily on.

The shepherd kept his sheep,

And the milkmaid milked the kine,

And the serving-man was a sturdy loon
In a cap and doublet fine.

And I've been told in this brave old world,
There were jolly times and free,

And they danced and sung, till the welkin rung,
All under the greenwood tree.

The sexton chimed his sweet sweet bells,
And the huntsman blew his horn,

And the hunt went out with a merry shout,
Beneath the jovial morn.

Oh, the golden days of the brave old world
Made hall and cottage shine;

The squire he sat in his oaken chair,
And quaffed the good red wine;
The lovely village maiden,

She was the village queen,

And, by the mass, tript through the grass
To the May-pole on the green.

When trumpets roused this brave old world,
And banners flaunted wide,

The knight bestrode the stalwart steed,
And the page rode by his side.

And the plumes and pennons tossing bright

Dash'd through the wild melee,

And he who pressed amid them best

Was lord of all, that day.

And ladies fair, in the brave old world,
They ruled with wondrous sway;

But the stoutest knight he was lord of right,
As the strongest is to-day.

The baron pold he kept his hold,

Her bower his bright ladye,

But the forester kept the good greenwood,
All under the forest tree.

Oh, how they laug'd in the brave old world,
And flung grim care away!

And when they were tired of working

They held it time to play.

The bookman was a reverend wight,

With a studious face so pale,

And the curfew bell, with its sullen swell,

Broke duly on the gale.

And so passed on, in the brave old world,

Those merry days and free;

The king drank wine and the clown drank ale,

Each man in his degree,

And some ruled well and some ruled ill,

And thus passed on the time,

With jolly ways in those brave old days

When the world was in its prime.

REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF MEMORY.

THOUGHTS OR IDEAS IMPERISHABLE.

THE following remarkable case is related in the biography of Coleridge.

"A case occurred in a Catholic town in Germany, a year or two before my arrival at Gottingen and had not then ceased to be a frequent subject of conversation. A young woman of four or five and twenty, who could neither read nor write, was seized with a nervous fever; during which, according to the asseverations of all the priests and monks of the neighborhood, she became possessed; as it appeared, by a very learned devil. She continued incessantly talking Latin, Greek and Hebrew, in very pompous tones, and with most distinct enunciation. The case had attracted the particular attention of a young physician, and, by his statement, many eminent physiologists and psychologists visited the town, and cross-examined the case on the spot. Sheets full of her ravings were taken down from her own mouth, and were found to consist of sentences coherent and intelligible each for itself, but with little or no connection with each other. Of the Hebrew, a small proportion only could be traced to the Bible; the remainder seemed to be rabbinical dialect. All trick or conspiracy was out of the question. Not only had the young woman ever been a harmless, simple creature, but she was laboring under a nervous fever. In the town in which she had been

resident for many years as a servant in different families, no solution presented itself. The young physician, however, determined to trace her past life step by step; for the patient herself was incapable of returning a rational answer. He at length succeeded in discovering the place where her parents had lived; travelled thither, found them dead, but an uncle surviving; and from him learnt, that the patient had been charitably taken by an old Protestant pastor at nine years old, and had remained with him some years, even till the old man's death. Of this pastor the uncle knew nothing, but that he was a very good man. With great difficulty, and after much search, our young medical philosopher discovered a niece of the pastor's who had lived with him as a housekeeper and had inherited his effects. She remembered the girl; related that her venerable uncle had been too indulgent, and could not bear to hear the girl scolded; that she was willing to have kept her, but that, after her patron's death, the girl herself refused to stay.

Anxious inquiries were then, of course, made, concerning the pastor's habits, and the solution of the phenomenon was soon obtained. For it appeared, that it had been the old man's custom for years, to walk up and down a passage of his house into which the kitchen door opened, and read to himself, with a loud voice, out of his favorite books. A considerable number of these were still in the niece's possession. She added that he was a learned man, and a great Hebraist. Among the books were found a collection of rabbinical writings, together with several of the Greek and Latin fathers; and the