CONCLUSION. We have now concluded our instructions; and if, by our humble means, we shall have been instrumental in causing only one person to examine closely into the wonders which surround him in nature, and thereby enable him to while away a few hours which otherwise might have passed uselessly or heavily, we shall feel that we have not altogether laboured in vain. Thoroughly are we convinced, that the man who studies intimately the works of the Creator, must thereby have his ideas of the mercy and goodness of that Almighty Being infinitely raised beyond what is ordinarily entertained, and must inevitably be led to the conclusion, that if" God so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven," how much more will he not care for man, his last, greatest, and most perfect work; and to agree with the poet, that 66 Every science, power, or art, Which tends to foster in the heart Or in the still more poetic and impressive language of Dr Chalmers:-"While the telescope enables us to see a system in every star, the microscope unfolds to us a world in every atom. The one instructs us that this mighty globe, with the whole burthen of its people and its countries, is but a grain of sand in the vast field of immensity-the other, that every atom may harbour the tribes and families of a busy population. The one shows us the insignificance of the world we inhabit-the other redeems it from all its insignificance, for it tells us, that in the leaves of every forest, in the flowers of every garden, in the waters of every rivulet, there are worlds teeming with life, and numberless as are the stars of the firmament. The one suggests to us, that above and beyond all that is visible to man, there may be regions of creation which sweep immeasurably along, and carry the impress of the Almighty's hand to the remotest scenes of the universe-the other, that within and beneath all that minuteness which the aided eye of man is able to explore, there may be a world of invisible beings; and that, could we draw aside the mysterious veil which shrouds it from our senses, we might behold a theatre of as many wonders as astronomy can unfold-a universe within the compass of a point, so small, as to elude all the powers of the microscope, but where the Almighty Ruler of all things finds room for the exercise of His attributes, where he can raise another mechanism of worlds, and fill and animate them all with evidences of His glory." AND next in order sad, Old Age we found: There heard we him with broke and hollow plaint But an the cruel fates so fixed be, That in such withered plight, and wretched pain, And not so soon descend into the pit; Where Death, when he the mortal corpse hath slain, The gladsome light, but in the ground ylain, But who had seen him sobbing how he stood REJECTED LOVE. WHENCE Comes my love? Oh heart, disclose; The blushing cheek speaks modest mind, Since nought doth say the heart of stone. Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek- Oh Venus, take thy gifts again! Make not so fair to cause our moan, -JOHN HARRINGTON (1534-1583). SLEEP. COME, sleep, oh sleep! the certain knot of peace, With shield of proof shield me from out the press Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed; And if these things, as being thine by right, -Ibid. HIGHER ASPIRATIONS. LEAVE me, oh Love! which reachest but to dust; Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might Oh! take fast hold, let that light be thy guide Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath. THE COUNTRY'S RECREATIONS. HEART-TEARING cares and quivering fears, Fly, fly to courts, Fly to fond worldling's sports; Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still, And sorrows only real be. Fly from our country pastimes, fly; Come, serene looks, Clear as the crystal brooks, Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to see Peace and a secure mind, Which all men seek, we only find. Abused mortals, did you know Where joy, heart's ease, and comforts grow, And seek them in these bowers; Where winds perhaps our woods may sometimes shake, Saving of fountains that glide by us. Blest silent groves! Oh may ye be For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these And peace still slumber by these purling fountains, Find when we come a-fishing here! -SIR WALTER Raleigh (1552-1618). TO SLEEP. CARE-CHARMER sleep, son of the sable night, -S. DANIEL (1562—1619). THE SHEPHERD'S INVITATION. COME live with me, and be my love, And we will sit upon the rocks, |