ent to their sufferings, or become wantonly instrumental in producing them.

It seems to be the intention of Providence that the lower order of animals should be subservient to the comfort, convenience, and sustenance of man. But his right of dominion extends no farther; and if this right be exercised with mildness, humanity, and justice, the subjects of his power will be no less benefited than himself; for various species of living creatures are annually multiplied by human art, improved in their perceptive powers by human culture, and plentifully fed by human industry.

The relation, therefore, is reciprocal between such animals and man; and he may supply his own wants by the use of their labour, the produce of their bodies, and even the sacrifice of their lives; while he co-operates with allgracious Heaven in promoting happiness, the great end of existence.

But though it be true that partial evil, witn respect to different orders of sensitive beings, may be universal good, and that it is a wise and benevolent institution of nature, to make destruction itself, within certain limits, the cause of an increase of life and enjoyment; yet a generous person will extend his compassionate regards to every individual that suffers for his sake; and while he sighs,

"Even for the kid, or lamb that pours its life
Beneath the bloody knife."

he will naturally be solicitous to mitigate pain, both in duration and degree, by the gentlest mode of inflicting it.

I am inclined to believe, however, that this sense of humanity would soon be obliterated, and that the heart would grow callous to every soft impression, were it not for the benignant influence of the smiling face of nature. The Count de Lauzan, when imprisoned by Louis XIV, in the castle of Pignerol, amused himself for a long period of time with catching flies, and delivering them to be devoured by a rapacious spider. Such an entertainment was equally singular and cruel, and inconsistent, I believe, with his former character and subsequent turn of mind. But his cell had no window, and received only a glimmer

ing light from an aperture in the roof. In less unfavorable circumstances, may we not presume that instead of sporting with misery, he would have released the agonized flies, and bid them enjoy that freedom of which he himself was bereaved?

But the taste for natural beauty is subservient to higher purposes than those which have been enumerated; and the cultivation of it not only refines and humanizes, but dignifies and exalts the affections. It elevates them to the admiration and love of that being who is the author of all that is fair, sublime, and good in the creation.Skepticism and irreligion are hardly compatible with the sensibility of heart which arises from a just and lively relish of the wisdom, harmony, and order, subsisting in the world around us; and emotions of piety must spring up spontaneously in the bosom that is in unison with all animated nature. Actuated by this Divine inspiration, man finds a fane in every grove; and, glowing with devout fervor, he joins his song to the universal chorus, or muses the praise of the Almighty in more expressive silence. Thus they

"Whom nature's works can charm, with God himself
Hold converse; grow familiar, day by day,

With his conceptions; act upon his plan,
And form to his, the relish of their souls."

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Suggested by FULLER'S account of the venerable BEDE and his Secretary translating the last verses of St. John's Gospel.

Look on that boy, and saintly pale old man!
Upon the holy text their eyes are bent;
With what divine expression, how intent,

The open roll how eagerly they scan!

But now the old man speaks in faltering tone,

He seems to swoon, films overspread his eyes"Rouse thee, my master, rouse thee," the boy cries, "There's yet but a few lines, the task is done.”— Thereto the old man musters a strong heart,

And at the blessed roll applies once more,

As if he knew he might not yet depart,

He might not go till his great task was done.
Thou, christian lab'rer, shalt immortal be,
Till thou hast done what God appoints to thee.

E. L. A.

ANCIENT TEMPLE OF SEKKET.

The town of Sekket, to the north of which the above temple is situated, is an ancient town in Egypt, erected on the slope of two opposite mountains. A wide road, which at times becomes the channel to a torrent, separates it in the middle. The ancient ruins cover a space of about a quarter of a league in length; as to the style of the modern houses they are well built, though of rough stone, and talc, of the same nature of the mountain.Very few are found with one story; the windows and doors are very small, numbers of them stand detached, and are banked or embanked against the mountain.-There is generally one large room for entrance, and four smaller ones in which stone benches have often been placed; in the interior is a small cellar cut in the rock, the pavement or flooring is of stone, roughly executed.-The roofs of the building have been destroyed. The town was doubtless designed for the workmen in the Emerald mines, which lie not far from this town, and which the ancient Egyptians used to work.

A little to the north of this town, are two temples cut out of the solid rock of the mountain. The rocks which compose the mountain consists principally of talc, which is a kind of a soft rock having a shining appearance. This engraving is a representation of the largest of these temples, which has four exterior columns and two others on the frontispiece that decorate the entrance. To arrive at the interior we first ascend a stair case, and farther on are three steps to penetrate into the sanctuary, at the side are two little saloons, one of which contains an isolated altar in the middle. In the sanctuary is another larger altar. Outside of the temple to the right and left, are two little sanctuaries in front of the whole building. In the engraving there is only one of them to be seen. At the entrance are two columns, the cornice over it is ornamented with a globe and two serpents. The subject is Egyptian, but the sepulchre is evidently Grecian. In the temple is seen a Greek inscription traced in red characters on the wall.

Nor stops the restless fluid, mounting still,
Tho' oft amid 'th irriguous vale of springs;
But to the mountain courted by the sand,
That leads it darkling on in faithful maze,
Far from the parent main, it boils again!
Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill
Is bright with spouting rills.-

The crystal treasures of the liquid world,

Through the stirred sands a bubbling passage ourst;
And welling out, around the middle steep,
Or from the bottoms of the bosomed hills,
In pure effusion flow.

THOMSON.

These celebrated fountains, or hot spouting watersprings, being nearly connected with the operations of subterraneous fire, so visible in every part of Iceland, may be properly introduced after the description of Mount Hecla, given on page 262.

They are seldom very near the volcanoes, but are dispersed over the whole country, and are even to be found on the summits of several of the ice mountains. The largest and most remarkable of these is situated in a large field, about sixteen miles to the north of Skalholt. At a great distance from it, on one side, are high mountains covered with ice, and on the other Hecla is seen rising