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ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE TROUBLED DEEP. BENEATH the quivering lamps of love, Hung high in the dome of night, The lonely moon in grandeur walk'd Through starry groves of light. But though serenely beautiful

The moon's and the star's soft beam, The waves of the ocean wildly leapt, As if in a troubled dream!

In vain the crystalline splendours fell

On ocean's billowy breast,

But the holy light of the moon and the stars
Seem'd never to give it rest;

For it seem'd to hold a secret dread
Conceal'd in its mighty breast.

I said to the deep, "To the wailing wind

Tell all of thy woes to-night;

For why shouldst thou moan with a troubled heart

And a face so grandly bright ?"

But a solemn voice from the waves replied

"Oh listen, thou fleeting guest,

Thou knowest ten thousand hearts beside,
Like mine, that are never at rest.

Go, solace the souls that are mourning now,

And soothe with thy hand the sufferer's brow;

But chide not the waves, though they may not be still,

'Neath the light of the moonlit sky,

When even thine heart is a troubled thing
Beneath God's searching eye!"

ROWLAND BROWN.

THOUGHTS OF HOME FROM THE NEW WORLD.

TIMES are gone in which we feasted

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Merry in the banquet hall;

Hailing the return of kindred

Long time absent, from afar. Merry were we round the table, Laughing, joking, happy all; Children smiling, maidens blushing, Youths and old men join the ball. Rich and poor rejoice together,

Love entwines the fairest arm Round the roughest brawny shoulderIron shield from every harm. High the wine cup is uplifted,

Loud the joyful echoes swell; Let's drink, 'tis said, the brotherhood, 'All people that on earth do dwell." England, land of glorious freedom, Riding green upon the waves, Thine alone this joy and blessing, Here, far off, we dare be slaves. Dare be bound in throngs degrading, Lashed by angry passion's arm; Demons cursing, mad, delighting, Urged by every hellish charm. O that here the chains were loosened, Joy would burst like mid-day sun; Life and love would reign triumphant, Shades would mingle into one.

VIRTUES.

I WOULD that I might love some worth,
In the weary journey of life,
Where "friendship" is oft but a lying name,
And "peace" but a world of strife.

O yes! one may love the mountain's height,
Wild towering to the skies,

And the softening, lingering, sweet twilight,
As it darkly flashing dies.

And one may love the tempest winds,
That wake from fastness caves,
And break the clouds against the sky,

And hurl the torrent waves.

And yet 'midst the love of all beauty here,
And the Heaven of Beauty above,

He may long for a kindred spirit's sigh,
Or a smile of answering love.

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Оn, rejoice! for Autumn tripping
O'er the earth now joyous comes;
Fruits and flowers are in her keeping,
She brings gladness to our homes.
Precious blessings see she bringeth
From the earth's fair treasury,
And a joyful song she singeth,
Making all hearts glad to be.
While o'er earth fair Autumn roameth,
She doth speak of heavenly love,
Telleth that all quiet cometh

From the land which is above.

Eloquent she speaketh ever

Of all things that here have birth; And beseecheth that we never Give our hearts to aught in earth. JOHN GEORGE THOMSON.

THE DIGNITY OF NON-COMPLAINT.

To breast each adverse current of events
With steadfast purpose, and obtrude on none
The heartfelt care; to bear the frequent rubs
And jostles of the world, and murmur not;
To suffer from the injury unprovoked,
And thrust not on our laden fellow-men
A portion of the burden; to withstand
The harassing perplexities of trade,
And various crosses of domestic life,
Without the fretful and impatient word;
To find our motives oft maligned-our aim
Misunderstood-mistrusted, too, our deeds,
And, strong in all that conscience doth support,
Repine not, but endure life's numerous ills
As but our portion of " the common lot"
By Him allowed "who doeth all things well;"
This, this is dignity befitting man

As immortality's exalted heir,

Approved by Heaven, and far outweighing all
The glittering state of throned monarchy!
"Tis sought of proud philosophy in vain-
Religion only can the gift confer!

SAMUEL E.

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THE PULPIT OF JOHN KNOX AT

ST. ANDREW's.

JOHN KNOX, the great precursor of the Protestant Reformation, having been driven from Edinburgh by the threats of his opponents, reluctantly withdrew to St. Andrew's in the county of Fife, where he continued with undiminished boldness to denounce the enemies of the reformed faith. It was in that place that he had first discoursed against the degeneracy of the Church of Rome, and there he occupied the pulpit represented in the accompanying engraving; and the following curious and characteristic anecdote connected with his preaching in it, is related in the manuscript diary of James Melville, then a student at the college of St. Andrew's, and subsequently minister of Anstruther: "Of all the benefits I haid that year (1571) was the coming of that maist notable profet and apostle of our nation, Mr. Jhone Knox, to St. Andrew's who, be the faction of the Queen occupying the castell and town of Edinburgh, was compellit to remove therefra, with a number of the best, and chusit to come to St. Andrew's. I heard him teache there the prophecies of Daniel that simmer,

and the winter following; I haid my pen and my little buike, and tuk away sic things as I could comprehend. In the opening up of his text he was moderat the space of an half houre; but when he enterit to application, he made me so to grew (thrill) and tremble, that I could not hold a pen to wryt. He was very weak. I saw him every day of his life go hulie and fear (hoolie and fairly-slowly and warily) with a furring of marticks (martins) about his neck, a staffe in the ane hand, and gudgodlie Richard Ballanden, his servand, haldin up the uther oxter (arm-pit), from the Abbey to the Parish-Kirk; and be the said Richart and another servant lifted up to the pulpit, whar he behovit (was obliged) to lean at his first entry: bot er he had done with his sermone he was sa active and vigourous, that he was lyk to ding the pulpit in blads (beat it into shivers) and flie out of it."

The interesting relique commemorated in this curious extract is of that stately style of carving which was introduced towards the close of the sixteenth century in Protestant preaching places; and continued, though of a more heavy character, throughout the whole of the succeeding century.

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In the island of Pulo Penang, in the Straits of Malacca, there is a cataract which s surpassed by very few in the four quarters of the earth. It is rarely visited, and,

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scene. The stream descends with a mighty roar, and rushes on with a lightning speed. If you take the trouble of bringing a small looking-glass in your pocket, and come here about an hour before noon, you will be able to produce some very beautiful artificial rainbows. But whatever you do, never attempt to clamber to the top of the rocks, for though, doubtless, the scenery is very sublime up there, the pathway is slippery and dangerous in the extreme; and the guides can tell how two hapless youths, officers belonging to a regiment stationed here some twenty years ago, clambered up that hill, and how they shouted with triumph on reaching yon summit, and waved their handkerchiefs bravely; but they can also tell the gloomy and disastrous end of all this; how the wild screams echoed far and wide, as both slipped and fell headlong into the surging torrent, and the sun shone brightly upon the bright red uniforms as they were hurried over the precipice, and dashed from rock to rock; and, whilst yet the horror-stricken spectators gazed with speechless agony and terror, the bodies of the poor young men were borne away and hid by the blood-stained waters from human recovery.

FASHIONABLE DISFIGUREMENT.

The extent to which people may be led to disfigure themselves by a blind compliance with the fashion of the day, was never more

strikingly displayed than in the custom of dotting the face with black patches of different patterns. It might easily be supposed that the annexed sketch is a

caricature, but such is not the case; it is a correct likeness of a lady of the time of Charles the First, with her face in full dress. Patching was much admired during the reign of that sovereign, and for several succeeding years. Some authors think that the fashion came originally from Arabia. No sooner was it brought to England and France, than it became an absolute fureur. In the former country, old and young, the maiden of sixteen, and the gray-haired grandmamma, covered their faces with these black spots, shaped like suns, moons, stars, hearts, crosses, and lozenges, and some even, as in the instance before us, carried the mode to the extravagant extent of shaping the patches to represent a carriage and horses.

BRASS MEDAL OF OUR SAVIOUR.

In 1702, the late Rev. H. Rowlands, author of Mona Antiqua, while superintending the removal of some stones, near Aberfraw, Wales, for the purpose of making an antiquarian research, found a beautiful brass medal of our Saviour, in a fine state of preservation, which he forwarded to his friend and countryman, the Rev. E. Llwyd, author of the Archeologia Britannica, and at that time keeper of the Ashmolean library at Oxford.

This medal, of which an engraving is subjoined, has on one side the figure of a head exactly answering the description given by Publius Lentulus of our Saviour, in a letter sent by him to the emperor Tiberius and the senate of Rome. On the reverse side it has the following legend or inscription, written in Hebrew characters: "This is Jesus Christ, the Mediator or Reconciler" or "Jesus, the Great Messias, or Man Mediator." And being found among the ruins of the chief Druids resident in Anglesea, it is not improbable that the curious relic belonged to some Christian connected with Brân the Blessed, who was one of Caractacus's hostages at Rome from A.D. 52 to 59, at which time the Apostle Paul was preaching the gospel of Christ at Rome. In two years afterwards, A.D. 61, the Roman general, Suetonius, extirpated all the Druids in the island. The following is a translation of the letter alluded to, s very antique copy of which is in the posses sion of the family of Kellie, afterwards Lord Kellie, now represented by the Earl of Mar, a very ancient Scotch family-taken from the original at Rome:

"There hath appeared in these our days, a man of great virtue, named Jesus Christ, who is yet living among us, and of the

Gentiles is accepted as a prophet, but his disciples call him the Son of God.' He raiseth the dead, and cures all manner of diseases; a man of stature somewhat tall and comely, with very reverend countenance, such as the beholders both love and fear; his hair the colour of chestnut, full ripe, plain to his ears, whence downwards it is more orient, curling, and waving about his shoulders. In the midst of his head is a seam or a partition of his hair after the manner of the Nazarites; his forehead plain and very delicate; his face without a spot or wrinkle, beautified with the most lovely red; his nose and mouth so formed that nothing can be reprehended; his beard thickish, in colour like his hair, not very long but forked; his look, innocent and mature; his eyes, gray, clear, and quick. In reproving, he is terrible; in admonishing, courteous and fair spoken; pleasant in con

able feeling of antipathy to certain objects, to which so many persons are subject, and with instances of which-in a modified form perhaps most people are acquainted with:Erasmus, though a native of Rotterdam, had such an aversion to fish that the smell of it threw him into a fever.

Ambrose Paré mentions a gentleman who never could see an eel without fainting. There is an account of another gentleman who would fall into convulsions at the sight of a carp.

A lady, a native of France, always fainted on seeing boiled lobsters. Other persons from the same country experienced the same inconvenience from the smell of roses, though they were particularly partial to the odour of jonquils or tuberoses.

Joseph Scaliger and Peter Abono never could drink milk.

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versation, mixed with gravity. It cannot be remarked that any one saw him laugh, but many have seen him weep. In proportion of body, most excellent; his hands and arms most delicate to behold. In speaking, very temperate, modest, and wise. A man, for his singular beauty, surpassing the children of men!"

The representation of this sacred person which is in the Bodleian library, somewhat resembles that of the print of this medal, when compared together. It was taken from a likeness engraved in agate, and sent as a present from the sultan for the release of his brother, who was taken prisoner. There is a well-executed drawing of this at the Mostyn library, much worse for age.

Ferdinand would bleed at the nose on hearing the mewing of a cat, however great the distance might be from him.

Cardan was particularly disgusted at the sight of eggs.

Uladislaus, King of Poland, could not bear to see apples.

If an apple was shown to Chesne, secretary to Francis I., he bled at the nose.

Henry III. of France could never sit in a room with a cat.

The Duke of Schomberg had the same aversion.

M. de Lancre gives an account of a very sensible man, who was so terrified at seeing a hedgehog, that for two years he imagined his bowels were gnawed by such an animal. M. Vangheim, a great huntsman in Hanover, would faint, or, if he had sufficient The following are a few of the more time, would run away at the sight of a striking manifestations of that unaccount-roasted pig.

UNACCOUNTABLE ANTIPATHIES.

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