inevitably receive the brand of a coward, and be, perhaps, driven from the army. "Lieut. T," added Capt. R, extending his hand as he spoke, "let us forgive the past and be friends for the future." Lieut. T accepted the proffered hand, saying, with a smile, as he shook it heartily: 66 With all my heart, Captain, and I am sure that our honor is just as whole as if the Devil had succeeded in getting us over the river, and we had fired a shot at each other. He's a terrible bad adviser, and sure to involve us in trouble if he can only force his way, in some unlucky moment, into our councils." The company This was assented to all around. approved the reconciliation, and gave both parties credit for letting better feelings take the place of hatred and revenge; and so will every one else. Mrs. R—, when she was looked for, had retired to her room. Her husband, after a short time, followed, and found her with their little boy held tightly to her breast. Her tears were falling over his face in large drops. Throwing his arms around them both, he held them tightly to his bosom for a long time without speaking. "Did I do wrong, dear?" at length said Mrs. R in a timid voice. 66 Wrong?" replied her husband. "No! But why did'nt you tell me sooner?" "It was my first opportunity. You kept away from me most of the time, and would not hear me when I tried to speak." "Because I was a madman. But, thanks to your love, and the noble spirit of T-, I have been saved from a deed whose evil consequences might have been of the most afflictive kind." "Is it not strange," said Mrs. R-, looking up tenderly at her husband, and smiling through her tears, "that you can now see the madness of what you were so bent upon doing only a little while ago?" "It is because, as T- justly intimated, I had taken the Devil for an adviser, and he blinded my eyes so that I could see nothing but my wounded honor. As soon as he was cast out, right perceptions came, and right actions followed. I hope to be a wiser man in future." THE TRIBUTE. MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. [On seeing a painting of the Cemetery on French Island, in China, where Mr. James D. Perrit was buried.] On with your burden,-On.-The spot is fair, The cool, green trees their peaceful branches spread, Soft is the quiet wave that ripples there, And smooth the pillow for the sleeper's head; There waits the boat that bare the youthful dead, 'Neath the turf-covering of a foreign bed On with your burden,-On.- 'Tis holy rest,— The tear of China falls upon his breast That yielded back his noble spirit here,― His mother dreams not of her darling's urn, On with your burden,-On.-Words may not tell 17 DIVINE POWER AS SEEN IN THE PHENOMENA OF LIFE. RT. REV. ALONZO POTTER, D D. In the last volume of the Opal some remarks were offered in respect to the light which Vital Phenomena, and especially the phenomena of microscopic life, cast on the POWER of the Creator: it being our object to show how this attribute of God, no less than His wisdom, can be illustrated through the smallest as well as the greatest of His works. In the remarks that follow, it is proposed to show that even according to the popular apprehensions of Power, this perfection of God is most impressively exhibited in the functions of Life. For the sake of greater simplicity we may consider Life as a single force, and we may attempt to estimate its dynamic energies either by considering the multiplicity of organized creatures (of species as well as individuals) which originate through its agency; or by reflecting on the mighty resistances which it overcomes. We shall confine our attention to the latter of these |