from his disciples, 'Let not your hearts be troubled, for I go to my heavenly Father; I go from persecution and calumny to the company of angels and spirits of just men made perfect.' How sweet is rest to a wearied soul, and such a rest as this is that I am going to. Oh! blessed

rest! where we shall rest from sinning, but not from praising !"

One Master Patrick Forbes, afterwards Bishop of Caithness, asked him, "My lord, do you forgive all your enemies that have so maliciously persecuted you?" "Ay, ay, Mr. Forbes," said he, "long ago,-I bless God that is not to do." After some little struggling with death, he called to his wife, who was always by him, and said, "My dear, I follow a good guide, who will never quit me, and I will never quit Him." Often during that afternoon, he said, "Come, Lord Jesus, thou tarriest long!" Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright, for the end of that man is peace.

When the rich miser, Elwes, who left about a million of money to be divided between his two sons, was advised to give them some education, his answer was: "Putting things into people's heads, is taking money out of their pockets."

It is rare to see in any one a graceful laughter: it is generally better to smile than laugh out, especially to contract a habit of laughing at small jokes, or no jokes. Sometimes it would be affectation, or worse; mere moroseness not to laugh heartily, when the truly-ridiculous circumstances of an incident, or the true pleasantry and wit of a thing, call for and justify it; but the trick of

laughing frivolously is by all means to be avoided. As to politeness, many have attempted definitions of it: I would venture to call it benevolence in trifles, or the preference of others to ourselves, in little daily, hourly occurrences in the commerce of life. A better place, a more commodious seat, priority in being helped at table, &c., what is it but sacrificing ourselves in such trifles to the convenience and pleasure of others? And this constitutes true politeness. It is a perpetual attention-by habit, it grows easy and natural to us-to the little wants of those we are with, by which we either prevent or remove them. Bowing, ceremonious formal compliments, stiff civilities, will never be politeness; that must be easy, natural, unstudied, manly, noble. And what will give this, but a mind benevolent, and perpetually attentive to exert that amiable disposition in trifles towards all you converse and live with? Benevolence in greater matters takes a higher name, and is the queen of virtues.-Lord Chatham's Letters to his Nephew.

Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.-Bracebridge Hall.

It is not the height to which men are advanced that makes them giddy; it is the looking down with contempt upon those beneath.-Conversations of Lord Byron.

I could spend whole days, and moonlight nights, in feeding upon a lovely prospect! My eyes drink the rivers

as they flow. If every human being upon earth could think for one quarter of an hour, as I have done for many years, there might, perhaps, be many miserable men among them; but not an unawakened one could be found, from the arctic to the antarctic circle. I delight in baubles, and know them to be so; for, rested in, and viewed without a reference to their Author, what is the earth, what are the planets, what is the sun itself, but a bauble? Better for a man never to have seen them, or to see them with the eyes of a brute, stupid and unconscious of what he beholds, than not to be able to say: "The Maker of all these wonders is my friend!" Their eyes have never been opened, to see that they are trifles; mine have been, and will be, till they are closed for ever. They think a fine estate, a large conservatory, a hot-house rich as a West Indian garden, things of consequence; visit them with pleasure, and muse upon them with ten times more. I am pleased with a frame of four lights, doubtful whether the few panes it contains will ever be worth a farthing; amuse myself with a green-house, which Lord Bute's gardener could take upon his back, and walk away with; and when I have paid it the accustomed visit, and watered it, and given it air, I say to myself: "This is not mine; 'tis a plaything lent me for the present; I must leave it soon."-Cowper's Letters.

In maiden speeches, the most fatal symptoms arewell-set and well-prepared sentences and periods, certain moral truisms, and frequent references to the Greeks and Romans.-North American Review.

Many people court, in the publicity of worldly distinc

tion, a praise which, if all were known, might often prove the bitterest satire on their neglect of domestic claims, ten times more important and binding on them.-Capt. Hall.

Lord Byron, after his mother's death, was found sitting up during the night, in the dark, beside her bed. To the waiting-woman, on her representing the weakness of thus giving way to grief, he exclaimed, bursting into tears: "Oh, Mrs. By, I had but one friend in the world, and she is gone!"

While his real thoughts were thus confided to silence and darkness, there was in other parts of his conduct, more open to observation, a degree of eccentricity and indecorum, which, with superficial observers, might well bring the sensibility of his nature into question. On the morning of the funeral, having declined following the remains himself, he stood looking from the Abbey door at the procession, till the whole had moved off; then turning to young Rushton, who was the only person left besides himself, he desired him to fetch the sparringgloves, and proceeded to his usual exercise with the boy. He was silent and abstracted all the time; and, as if from an effort to get the better of his feelings, threw more violence, Rushton thought, into his blows than was his habit; but at last (the struggle seeming too much for him) he flung away the gloves, and retired to his room. -Moore's Life of Byron, vol. i, p. 272.

The excellent Oberlin, having received warning that some uncivilized and brutal persons in his parish had formed a plan for waylaying and inflicting upon him

"a severe castigation," took for his text in church, on the Sunday when he had been told the outrage was to be perpetrated, these words of our Saviour: "But I say unto you, that ye resist not evil; but whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek, turn to him the other also ;" and proceeded, from these words, to speak of the Christian patience with which we should suffer injuries, and submit to false surmises and ill-usage. After the service, the malcontents met at the house of one of the party to amuse themselves in conjecturing what their pastor would do, when he should find himself compelled to put in practice the principles he had so readily explained. What, then, must have been their astonishment, when the door opened, and Oberlin himself stood before them! "Here I am, my friends," said he, with that calm dignity of manner which inspires even the most violent with respect; "I am acquainted with your design. You have wished to chastise me, because you consider me culpable. If I have indeed violated the rules which I have laid down for you, punish me for it. It is better that I should deliver myself into your hands, than that you should be guilty of the meanness of an ambuscade." These simple words produced their intended effect. The peasants, ashamed of their scheme, sincerely begged his forgiveness, and promised never again to entertain a doubt of the sincerity of the motives by which he was actuated, and of his affectionate desire to promote their welfare.-Life of Oberlin.

Praise is, to an old man, an empty sound. He has neither mother to be delighted with the reputation of her son, nor wife to partake the honours of her husband.