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EDITED BY MRS. SARAH R. I. BENNETT.
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THE STARLESS CROWN. "THEY that turn many to righteousness shall shine as the stars forever and ever."--Dan. 13, 3.

WEARIED and woru with earthly cares, I yielded to repose,
And soon before my raptured sight a glorious vision rose:
I thought, whilst slumbering on my couch in midnight's
solemn gloom,

I heard an angel's silvery voice, and radiance filled my room.
A gentle touch awakened me, a gentle whisper said;
"Arise, O sleeper! follow me;" and through the air we fled;
We left the earth so far away that like a speck it seemed,
And heavenly glory, calm and pure, across our pathway
streamed.

Still on we went, my soul was wrapt in silent ecstacy; I wondered what the end would be, what next would meet mine eye,

I knew not how we journeyed through the pathless fields of light

When suddenly a change was wrought, and I was clothed in white.

We stood before a city's walls, most glorious to behold;
We passed through streets of glistening pearl, o'er streets of
purest gold,

It needed not the sun by day, nor silver moon by night;
The glory of the Lord was there, the Lamb Himself, its light.
Bright angels paced the shining streets, sweet music filled
the air,

And white-robed saints, with glittering crowns, from every

clime were there,

And some that I had loved on earth stood with them round the throne,

"All worthy is the Lamb!" they sang, "The glory His alone."

If thou hadst sought some wandering feet in paths of peace to lead."

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two thousand feet above the majestic stream which lends its name to the State. The bold

But that the clear and shining light which round thy footsteps shone.

Should guide some other weary feet to my bright home of rest, And thus, in blessing those around, thou hadst thyself been blest."

The vision faded from ay night, he voice no longer spoke, A spell seemed brocamg o'er my soul, which long I feared to break;

And when at last I vazed around, in morning's glimmering light,

My spirit fell, o'erwhelmed amid that vision's awful might. I rose and wept with chastened joy that yet I dwelt belowThat yet another hour was mine, my faith by works to show, That yet some sinner I might tell of Jesus dying love, And help to lead some weary soul to seek a home above, And now, while on the earth stay, my motto this shall be, "To live no longer to myself, but Him who died for me!" And graven on my inmost soul, this word of truth divine, "They that turn many to the Lord, bright as the stars shall shine." Selected.

For the Advocate and Guardian. EAST TENNESSEE-FACTS AND FEATURES.

BY MRS. WM. MOWBRAY.

So long as the student of history pauses and lingers with delight over localities made sacred by events, determining the moral, social, or political condition of nations, and of the human species itself-Tennessee will be a shrine unsurpassed in interest by any of earth's holiest Runnymedes-Knoxville will ever be a Rochelle, Greenville a Warsaw, and Laurel a Glencoe, the wilderness-loving Chickamauga, a new and more bloody Bannockburn, while every gap in the wall-like Cumberland, enclosing, as that of Cathy is said to enclose, a celestial land-is destined to be visited as snother Thermophyla-a place where right triumphed over might, where heavenly princiI know thou hast believed on me, and life, through me, is ple struggled against usurped power, and

But fairer far than all beside, I saw my Saviour's face. And as I gazed, He smiled on me with wondrous love and grace,

Lowly I bowed before His throne o'erjoyed that I at last Had gained the object of my hopes; that earth at length was past.

And then in solemn tones He said, "Where is the diadem That ought to sparkle on thy brow, adorned with many a gem?

thine,

But where are all those radiant stars that in thy crown should shine?

Yonder thou see'st a glorious throng, and stars on every brow;
For every soul they led to me they wear a jewel now;
And such thy bright reward had been, if such had been thy
deed,

struggled successfully.

The natural scenery of East Tennessee is exceedingly fine, and is truly, as it has often been called, the Switzerland of America. Many of its table-lands rise to an elevation of

scattered over with wild cherry trees, flowering locusts and dog-wood, skirted with tall woods of the finest forest growth, oak, sprucepine, chestnut, hickory and maple. Gliding, like a huge Anaconda,, may be seen the winding river, gently sweeping through rich, corn-land valleys, away into the Ohio. Continuous ranges of lofty mountains, visible on every side, appear like so many Bernese Alps. Almost every solitude contains mineral springs, such as alum, sulphur or chalybeate, welling forth from their vast, rocky reservoirs into fantastic basins of the same cold material.

But to give, by description, anything like a just idea of the beauty of these retreats, would be utterly impossible; they must be seen in order to be rightly appreciated. Of such Arcadias, imagination never dreamed, such lofty trees and blossomed brakes, such ferns, liehens and mosses. In winter, what groves of redberried holly and sumac, overhang the tumbling floods of melted snow, or mingle with the hoary frost-work of December. Rocks that seem to be dissevered from the earth by Titans, are here and there hurled and heaped on each other in most grotesque and wonderful groups.

Over these, in summer,

trail gorgeous blossoms, with now and then an unobtrusive rattlesnake. Deep, leafy dingles yawn around, the mysteries of which are seldom penetrated, except by the native "Leather Stocking," of the Chalet, or some wild animal equally reckless of danger.

Nor are the aspects of terra firma, in this beamy region, more picturesque than those of its sky, which sometimes presents an arch unspeakably cerulean-anon, the hour or seasons escutcheon in drapings of every hue, from the meekest violet and white, to the deepest shades of purple and amber. All through the summer months, midday is the signal for a cloud drama, culminating in a grand thunderstorm, and passing off in sweet showers and a bright sunset. Then the nights, there-all,