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My riches never bring distrust
fellow-men No evil passion stirs my breast,
To yield me hate for hate again.
They soothe my cares, they make me glad, They give delight I cannot name,
And buy me comfort when I'm sad.
Come here and open wide your eyes,
You see earth’s glory at my feet, You see the sky above my head,
The sunshine on my garden-seat ;
The children round my cottage-door-
have dared to call me poor !
Come here and open wide your ears,
And hark the music morning makes, When from the hills and from the woods
Her high and holy anthem breaks. Come here and catch the grand old songs
That Nature sings me evermoreThe whispering of a thousand things, And tell me, tell me, am I poor?
Not rich is he, though wider far
His acres stretch than eye can roll, Who has no sunshine in his mind,
No wealth of beauty in his soul. Not poor is he, though never known
His name in hall or city mart, Who'smiles content beneath his load,
With God and Nature in his heart.
The Library of St. Mark's, Venice.
ENICE, a city of Italy, is built on about
80 islands separated from each other by narrow canals, which answer the purpose of streets in other places; only instead of
carriages and horses, boats of various DET kinds are made use of. Over these canals
there are, in all, four hundred and fifty bridges.
The finest part of the city is the dis
trict of San Marco, or Saint Mark. This contains a splendid cathedral, with a handsome square before it; also a vast ducal palace. One of its large halls is now the repository of the Library of St. Mark, which contains 65,000 volumes, and about 5,000 man
nuscripts. Besides this, there are libraries belonging to the different colleges and academies, as well as to several convents and palaces. We fear, however, that there is little knowledge or learning amongst the Italians, except what is in their books. Popery is not favourable to learning, and is bitterly opposed to the people knowing the Scriptures, which are able to make men wise unto salvation. We rejoice in what has taken place lately, both in Italy and Spain, and believe that the time is not far distant when the Word of God shall have free course and be glorified.
“I am not tired of my work, neither am I tired of the world : yet when Christ calls me home, I shall go with the gladness of a boy bounding away from school. . . . . Death will never take me by surprise-do not be afraid of that I feel so strong in Christ.”—DR. Judson.
About Noble Cador.
HERE suddenly appeared from the palace
of Omar, the Dey of Algiers, a man fairly covered with gold and jewels. This was in the year 1816, when Algiers was ex. posed to the attacks of Lord Exmouth, of England. This man, who came out of the palace-door so suddenly, had a very sad countenance, and the sorrow of his face stood in strange contrast to his rich cloth
ing. “It is the Jew Nathan,” said the wondering multitude, as they saw him go by.
“ What has taken place then ?” asked they. " What sort of a strange experience has overtaken this favourite of the Dey that be looks so sad ? ” asked a few Mussulmans, as they went on their way to the mosque. “ He has lost all his dignities,” replied one.
« Omar has fairly ground him to pieces.”
How, then, could that have happened ?” asked a dozen voices at once.
In the crowd there was one who seemed to be pretty well acquainted with the circumstances of his fate, and said :
“ This man has been one of the happiest on earth. Fortune has favoured him continually.
He is the richest man in the kingdom, after the Dey. Some of his ships, laden with immeasurable wealth, arrived this morning at port. His wife is a lovely woman, and his five boys are as beautiful as angels. But all this helps him nothing. He has now fallen into disgrace.”
“ Fallen into disgrace! Do tell us what has happened ! This Nathan was usually so pleasant, so friendly, so cheerful! What can have overtaken him? See how his head is bowed, and how he scarcely notices his most trusty
friend! See how his hand, which is usually so open to the needy, is now closed, and he passes everybody without noticing them! In the name of the Prophet what can have happened?"
“ He has fallen into disgrace, I say," was the answer. “ He has been accused of conspiring against the Dey; and he whom we saw yesterday evening walking hand in hand with the Dey is now the meanest subject in the kingdom.”
Nathan heard some of these words as he passed by, and made no reply. He hurried on from square to square
of the city, and at last on reaching his hoụse, ran in,, and threw himself upon the sofa. His wife, Asisa, could not refrain from uttering a loud scream as she saw his pale face and disturbed form. Her five sons, who were playing in the corner of the room, stopped all at once, for their father's face was so sad that they could not think of playing longer. All the slaves around looked at each other, trembled, and feared for their lives.
“Do tell me, my dear husband, what is the matter with you,” said his wife, "Oh! nothing, nothing that I care to tell you about.”
Nothing, indeed; something wonderful has happened !, Do'tell me what it is! We all want to know!”
“A little misfortune, my dear-a great misfortune, I should say!”
“Oh! tell it to me; tell, it to me, now: I do want to hear it immediately,” exclaimed his wife, almost in despair as she said the words.
Then Nathan replied : “As I went to-day into the palace of the Dey, he saluted me with these words, My friend Nathan, you have enemies. But my great friendship, and confidence in your honour are far greater than my faith in your 'slanderers. They maintain that you have raised an insurrection against me; but do not fear; I do not belieye a word of it, and I you more than ever.', . After this, to prove that our relations were undisturbed, he handed me a