THE SAVIOUR.

He walked with you, and shared in all your sorrows; and partook the common lot. Baptized as man, forgiving sins as God: suffering, as man, temptation; who for men hath overcome the world, and conquered sin. He hungered, but fed thousands; was athirst, but cried aloud, "Come all who thirst to me!" Weary He was, but promised rest to all; He slept, but waked to calm the wind and sea; He prayed, but listened to our prayers; He wept, but from our eyes wiped all their tears away: sold for a price, He ransomed all; endured stripes from the hand he came to strengthen; wounds from those who saw him heal all sicknesses; He died, was buried, and rose up again to heaven: the Saviour of the race that slew Him.

Sir Aubrey de Vere.

THE SILENT EXPRESSION OF NATURE.

"There is no speech nor language where their
voice is not heard."-Ps. xix. 3.

WHEN, thoughtful, to the vault of heaven
I lift my wondering eyes,
And see the clear and quiet even

To night resign the skies,—
The moon, in silence, rear her crest,
The stars, in silence, shine,-

A secret rapture fills my breast,
That speaks its birth divine.

Unheard, the dews around me fall,
And heavenly influence shed,
And silent, on this earthly ball,
Celestial footsteps tread.
Aerial music wakes the spheres,

Touch'd by harmonious powers;

With sounds, unheard by mortal ears
They charm the lingering hours.

Night reigns, in silence, o'er the pole,

And spreads her gems unheard:
Her lessons penetrate the soul,
Yet borrow not a word.

Noiseless the sun emits his fire,

And pours his golden streams:
And silently the shades retire
Before his rising beams.

The hand that moves, and regulates,
And guides the vast machine,-
That governs wills, and times, and fates,—

Retires, and works unseen.

Angelic visitants forsake

Their amaranthine bowers;

On silent wing their stations take,
And watch the allotted hours.

Sick of the vanity of man,

His noise, and pomp, and show,I'll move upon great Nature's plan, And silent work below.

With inward harmony of soul,

I'll wait the upper sphere;

Shining, I'll mount above the pole,

And break my silence there.

Anonymous.

DESCRIPTION OF A WRECK.

WHERE is the object exciting more serious reflection than a Wreck.

The pride and ingenuity of man humbled and overcome; the elements of the Lord occupying the fabric which had set them at defiance; tossing, tumbling, and dancing, as if in mockery at their success! The structure, but a few hours past, as perfect as human intellect could devise, towering with its proud canvass over space, and bearing man to greet his fellow man, over the surface of death!— dashing the billow from her stem as if in scorn, while she pursued her trackless way bearing tidings of peace and security, of war and devastation tidings of joy or grief, affecting whole kingdoms and empires, as if they were but individuals!

Now, the waters delight in their revenge, and sparkle with joy, as the sun shines upon their

victory. That keel which, with the sharpness of a scythe, has so often mowed its course through the reluctant wave, is now buried - buried deep in the sand, which the angry surge accumulates each minute, as if determined that it never will be subject to its weight again.

How many seasons had rolled away, how many millions had returned to the dust from which they sprung, before the kernels had swelled into the forest giants levelled for that structure; what labour had been undergone to complete the task; how many of the existent race found employment and subsistence as they slowly raised that monument of human skill; - how often had the weary miner laid aside his tool to wipe his sweating brow, before the metals required for the completion had been brought from darkness;-what thousands had been employed before it was prepared and ready for its destined use! Yon copper bolt, twisted with a force not human, and raised above the waters, as if in evidence of their dreadful power, may contain a history in itself.

How many of her own structure must have been employed, bringing from the north, the south, the east, and the west, her masts, her spars, her "hempen tackle," and her canvas wings; her equip