choose to deny it, I had no means by which to convict him. On the other hand, if a child tell a nurse that his mother has desired she should give him fruit, or a cake, and she suspect he is deceiving her, let her not say so to him, but apply, without his knowledge, to the mother; should her suspicions be confirmed, the child is convicted, and the opportunity is at once afforded for reproving and correcting him with decision.-Nursery Discipline.

HYMN.

O THOU, to whom, in ancient time
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime;
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.
Not now, on Zion's height alone,
Thy favoured worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well.
From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer-
The incense of the heart-may rise
To heaven and find acceptance there.
To Thee shall

age; with snowy hair,

And strength and beauty, bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverend air,

Its praises and its prayers to thee.

O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of prophet bards was strung,

To thee at last in every clime,

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.-Pierpoint.

ACCOUNT OF AN ESQUIMAUX WOMAN.

THE Esquimaux exhibit a strange mixture of intellect and dulness of cunning and simplicity, of ingenuity and stupidity few of them could count beyond five, and not

one of them beyond ten, nor could any of them speak a dozen words of English after a constant intercourse of eighteen months; yet many of them could imitate the manners and actions of the strangers, and were on the whole excellent mimics.-One woman in particular, of the name of Sligluik, very soon attracted the attention of our voyagers, by the various traits of that superiority of understanding for which, it was found, she was remarkably distinguished, and held in esteem, even by her own countrymen. She had a great fondness for singing, possessed a soft voice and excellent ear; but, like some other singers, there was scarcely any stopping of her when she had once begun; she would listen, however, for hours together to the tunes played on the organ. Her superior intelligence was, perhaps, most conspicuous in the readiness with which she was made to comprehend the manner of laying down, on paper, the geographical outline of that part of the coast of America she was acquainted with, and the neighbouring islands, so as to construct a chart.

I am, however, compelled to acknowledge that, in proportion as the superior understanding of this extraordinary woman became more and more developed, her head began to be turned by the general attention and numberless presents she received. The superior decency and even modesty of her behaviour had combined, with her intellectual qualities, to raise her, in our estimation, far above her companions; and I often heard others express what I could not but agree in, that for Sligluik alone, of all the Esquimaux women, that kind of respect could be entertained which modesty in a female never fails to command. Thus regarded, she had always been freely admitted into the ship, the quarter-masters at the gangway never thinking of refusing entrance "to the wise woman," as they called her. Whenever any explanation was necessary between the Esquimaux and us, Sligluik was sent for quite as an interpreter; information was chiefly obtained through her, and she thus found herself rising into a degree of consequence, to which, but for us, she could never have attained. Notwithstanding a more than ordinary share of good sense on her part, it will not, therefore, be wondered at if she became giddy with her exaltation, assuming certain airs, which, though infinitely diversified in their operation, according to circumstances which, perhaps,

universally attend a too sudden accession of good fortune in every child of Adam from the equator to the poles. The consequence was, that Sligluik was soon spoiled; considered her admission into the ships, no longer an indulgence, but a right; ceased to return the slightest acknowledgment for any kindness or presents; became listless and inattentive in unravelling the meaning of our questions, and careless whether her answers conveyed the information we desired. In short, Sligluik in February and Sligluik in April were very different persons; and it was at last amusing to recollect, though not very easy to persuade one's self, that the woman who now sat demurely in a chair, so confidently expecting the notice of those around her, and she who had at first, with eager and wild delight, assisted in cutting snow for the building of a hut, and with the hope of obtaining a single needle, were actually one and the same individual.-Captain Parry.

THE GRAVE.

THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary Pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening's latest sigh,

That shuts the rose.

I long to lay this painful head,

And aching heart beneath the soil:
To slumber in that dreamless bed

From all my toil.

"The GRAVE, that never spake before,
Hath found at length a tongue to chide :
O listen!-I will speak no more :—

Be silent, Pride!

"Art thou a MOURNER?-Hast thou known
The joy of innocent delights?

Endearing days for ever flown,

And tranquil nights?

"O LIVE!-and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past: Rely on Heaven's unchanging will,

For peace at last.

"Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam;
LIVE!-thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.

"Go seek that treasure, seldom found,
Of power the fiercest griefs to calm,
And soothe the bosom's deepest wound
With heavenly balm.

Whate'er thy lot,-whoe'er thou be,Confess thy folly-kiss the rod,

And in thy chastening sorrows see

The hand of God.

"A bruised reed he will not break;
Afflictions all his children feel;
He wounds them for his mercy's sake.

He wounds to heal!

"Humbled beneath his mighty hand,
Prostrate his Providence adore :
'Tis done!-arise! HE bids thee stand,
To fall no more.

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Now, Traveller in the vale of tears!
To realms of everlasting light,

Through Time's dark wilderness of years,
Pursue thy flight.

"There is a calm for those who weep,

A rest for weary Pilgrims found;
And, while the mouldering ashes sleep
Low in the ground;

The Soul, of origin divine,

GOD's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,

A star of day!

"The SUN is but a spark of fire,

A transient meteor in the sky; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire,

SHALL NEVER DIE."
J. Montgomery.

WALKING THE STREETS.

HAVE you ever walked through the crowded streets of a great city?

What shoals of people pouring in from opposite quarters, like torrents meeting in a narrow valley! You would imagine it impossible for them to get through; yet all pass on their way without stop or molestation.

Were each man to proceed exactly in the line in which he set out, he could not move many paces, without encountering another full in his track. They would strike against each other, fall back, push forward again, block up the way for themselves and those after them, and throw the whole street into confusion.

All this is avoided by every man's yielding a little.

Instead of advancing square, stiff, with arms stuck out, every one who knows how to walk in the streets, glides along, his arms close, his body oblique and flexible, his track gently winding, leaving now a few inches on this side, now on that, so as to pass and be passed without touching, in the smallest possible space.

He pushes no one into the kennel, nor goes into it himself. By mutual accommodation, the path, though narrow, holds them all.

He goes neither much faster nor much slower than those who go in the same direction. In our progress through the world, a thousand things stand continually in our way. Some people meet us full in the face, with opposite opinions and inclinations. Some stand before us in our pursuit of pleasure or interest, and others follow close upon our heels. Now, we ought, in the first place, to consider, that the road is as free for one as for another; and therefore we have no right to expect that persons should go out of their way to let us pass, any more than we out of ours. Then, if we do not mutually yield, and accommodate a little, it is clear that we must stand still, or be thrown into a perpetual confusion of squeezing and jostling. If we are all in a hurry to get on as fast as possible to some point of pleasure or interest in our view, and do not occasionally hold back, when the crowd gathers, and angry contentions arise, we shall only augment the tumult, without advancing our own progress. On the