nation. The opinion may, indeed, be hazarded, that he was not profoundly learned in any branch of controversial theology, nor much qualified for success in such studies. His mind had been little trained to systematic investigation either in moral or physical science. Though the practice of rhetoric was the business of his mature life, the study of logic had not been the occupation of his youth. Scepticism and suspended judgment were foreign to his mental habits. Perhaps no man ever examined more anxiously the meaning of the sacred writings, and probably no one ever more readily admitted their authority. Finding in his own bosom ten thousand echoes to the doctrines and precepts of the gospel, he wisely and gladly received this silent testimony to their truth, and gave them a reverential admission. Instead of consuming life in a protracted scrutiny into the basis of his belief, he busied himself in erecting upon it a superstructure of piety and of virtue. In fact, his creed differed little, if at all, from that of the vast majority of Protestants. The difference between him and his fellow Christians consisted chiefly in the uses to which his religious opinions were applied. The reflections which most men habitually avoid he as habitually cherished. It is scarcely an exaggeration to say of him that God was in all his thoughts. He surveyed human life as the eye of an artist ranges over a landscape, receiving innumerable intimations which escape any less practised observer. In every faculty he recognised a sacred trust; in every material object an indication of the divine wisdom and goodness; in every human being an heir of immortality; in every enjoyment a proof of the Divine benignity; in every affliction an act of parental discipline. The early development of this habit of mind appears to have been attended with much dejection and protracted self-denial; but the gay and social spirit of the man gradually resumed its dominion. A piety so profound was never so entirely free from asceticism. It was allied to all the pursuits and all the innocent pleasures of life,— we might almost say to all its blameless whims and humours. The frolic of earlier days had indeed subsided, and the indestructible gaiety of his heart had assumed a more gentle and cautious character. But with a settled peace of mind, and a self-government continually gaining strength, he felt that perfect freedom which enabled him to give the reins to his constitutional vivacity; and the most devotional of men was at the same time the most playful and exhilarating companion. His presence was as fatal to dulness as to immorality. His mirth was as irresistible as the first laughter of childhood. Anonymous. A BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb, and slept: And such is man: soon from his cell of clay, To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. Rogers. POETRY. "WHERE find ye Poetry?"— Go look abroad. Fare forth and meet it in each blade of grass, In every bell of dew that, on the sod, Makes for the butterflies a looking-glass; In every sunbeam, and in every shade In the stream's murmur, and the wild bird's song; In merry cricket's chirp the weeds among, In sunny meadow, and in gloomy glade! "Where find ye Poetry?"-The fertile earth Is one fair meadow, fill'd with thoughts sublime; And he who worships nature, and looks forth With pondering spirit on the course of time, Shall in each page find sweetest Poetry Religion, Beauty, Truth, Sublimity!" Calder Campbell. PAINTING is the intermediate somewhat between a thought and a thing. Coleridge. LONDON AND COUNTRY LIFE. Он, London, London! what a school art thou for unguarded innocence and unprotected youth; great, splendid, mighty, though thou art! Recollect, ye who would live beyond the beasts that perish, that this emporium of wealth, this nursing-mother of enterprise and industry, this battle-field of fortune and of fame, is at the same time the grave of virtue, principle, and honour of trusting kindliness and amiability of heart: recollect this, and be satisfied with innocence and obscurity. If you could penetrate our hearts, and find the universal leprosy that taints us there, you would turn disgusted from the appalling sight; you would fly the place where all that man has in common with the angels must give way before the selfish worship of mammon our god; you would return to the enjoyment of those luxuries of life which have nothing in common with fortune or fame the sweet society of friends, the rapture of |