revered by him as the noblest of creatures. And the old Apostles-the noble and the true-the holy and the just-the despised and persecuted-they, too, are his brethren. In short, the saints and martyrs of the olden time held the same faith, worshipped at the same altar, and used the same form of worship that he does. He loves and venerates their memory, admires their virtues, calls them brethren, and asks their prayers in heaven. He has no accusations to bring against them-no crimes to lay to their charge,

4. But besides all this, his faith is sustained by a logical power, and a Scriptural proof, that cannot be fairly met and confuted. It is sustained by every plain and luminous principle upon which society and government are founded. His reason, his common sense, the best feelings of his nature, the holiest impulses of his heart, all satisfy him beyond a doubt, that he is in the right.

"When all the blandishments of life are gone-
When tired dissimulation drops her mask,
And real and apparent are the same;"

when eternity, with all its mighty consequences, rolls up its endless proportions before the dying vision-ah! then, no Catholic asks to change his faith! Oh, give me the last sacraments of the Church! Let me die in her holy communion ! Let me be buried in consecrated ground! Let my brethren pray for me!

8. LANGUAGE OF A MAN OF EDUCATION.

COLERIDGE.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, an English poet, died in 1884, agel 62. Ho was one of the remarkable men of his times, and exerted a wide and deep intellectual influence on minds of the highest class. He was decidedly an original poet, and a critic of unrivalled excellence. Coleridge's life was not what thie admirers of his genius could have wished.

1. WHAT is that which first strikes us, and strikes us at once, in a man of education? and which, among educated men, so instantly distinguishes the man of superior mind, that (as was observed with eminent propriety of the late Edmund

Burke) "we cannot stand under the same archway during a shower of rain, without finding him out?"

2. Not the weight or novelty of his remarks; not any unusual interest of facts communicated by him ; for we may suppose both the one and the other precluded by the short ness of our intercourse, and the triviality of the subjects The difference will be impressed and felt, though the conversa tion should be confined to the state of the weather or the pavement.

3. Still less will it arise from any peculiarity in his words and phrases. For, if he be, as we now assume; a well-educated man, as well as a man of superior powers, he will not fail to follow the golden rule of Julius Cæsar, Avoid an unusual word as you would a rock; unless where new things necessitate new terms. It must have been among the earliest lessons of his youth, that the breach of this precept, at all times hazardous, becomes ridiculous in the topics of ordinary conversation.

4. There remains but one other point of distinction possible; and this must be, and in fact is, the true cause of the impression made on us. It is the unpremeditated and evidently habitual arrangement of his words, grounded on the habit of foreseeing, in each integrs, part, or, more plainly, in every sentence, the whole that he then intends to communicate. However irregular and desultory his talt, there is method in the fragments.

5. Listen, on the other hand, to an ignorant n an, though perhaps shrewd and able in his particular calling; whether he be describing or relating. We immediately perceive that his memory alone is called into action; and that the «bjects and events recur in the narration in the same order, and with the some accompaniments, however accidental or impertinent, as they had first occurred to the narrator.

6. The necessity of taking breath, the efforts of recollection, and the abrupt rectification of its failures, produce all his pauses; and with exception of the "and then," tue "and there," and the still less significare and so," they constitute likowise all his connections.

9. LANGUAGE.

HOLMES.

O. W. HOLMES-an American poet of the day. He possesses much humor and genial sentiment, and his style is remarkable for its purity and exquisite finish. He possesses the happy talent of blending ludicrous ideas with fancy and imagination. His lyrics sparkle with mirth, and bis serious pieces arrest the attention by touches of genuine pathos and tenderness. Terpsichore," Mania," and "Poetry," are among his longest and best pieces.

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1. SOME words on Language may be well applied;

And take them kindly, though they touch your pride.
Words lead to things; a scale is more precise,—
Coarse speech, bad grammar, swearing, drinking, vice
Our cold Northeaster's icy fetter clips

The native freedom of the Saxon lips :
See the brown peasant of the plastic South,
How all his passions play about his mouth!
With us, the feature that transmits the soul,
A frozen, passive, palsied breathing-hole.

2. The crampy shackles of the ploughboy's walk
Tie the small muscles, when he strives to talk;
Not all the pumice of the polish'd town

Can smooth this roughness of the barnyard down;
Rich, honor'd, titled, he betrays his race
By this one mark-he's awkward in the face;-
Nature's rude impress, long before he knew
The sunny street that holds the sifted few.

3. It can't be help'd; though, if we're taken young,
We gain some freedom of the lips and tongue:
But school and college often try in vain

To break the padlock of our boyhood's chain;
One stubborn word will prove this axiom true-
No late-caught rustic can enunciate view.'

The poet here humorously alludes to the difficulty which many persons, bred in retirement, find in pronouncing this word correctly. It will be difficult to express in letters the manner in which it is fre

4. A few brief stanzas may be well employ'd
To speak of errors we can all avoid.

Learning condemns beyond the reach of hope
The careless churl that speaks of soap for soap;
Her edict exiles from her fair abode

The clownish voice that utters road for road;
Less stern to him who calls his coat a coat,
And steers his boat believing it a boat.
She pardon'd one, our classic city's boast,
Who said, at Cambridge, most instead of most;
But knit her brows, and stamp'd her angry foot,
To hear a teacher call a root' a root.?

5. Once more: speak clearly, if you speak at all;
Carve every word before you let it fall;
Don't, like a lecturer or dramatic star,

Try over hard to roll the British R;

Do put your accents in the proper spot;

Don't let me beg you-don't say "How?" for "What?"

And when you stick on conversation's burs,

Don't strew the pathway with those dreadful urs.'

10. THE INDIANS.

STORY.

JOSEPH STORY.-in 1811, Joseph Story was appointed Associate Jusice of the Supreme Court of the United States, and held the office with much ability until his death in 1845. His principal literary writings are contained in a collection of his discourses, reviews, and miscellanies.

1. THERE is, in the fate of these unfortunate beings, much to awaken our sympathy, and much to disturb the sobriety of

quently mispronounced, but it is a sound somewhat similar to vỏ. The proper pronunciation is vu. They, also, who give the second sound of o in the words soap, road, coat, boat, and most, come in for a small share of his lash.

The drawling style in which many persons are in the habit of talking, heedlessly hesitating to think of a word, and the meanwhile supplying its place by the unmeaning syllable "ur," is here

our judgment; much which may be urged to excuse their own atrocities; much in their characters which betray us into an involuntary admiration. What can be more eloquent than their history? By a law of nature they seemed destined to a slow but sure extinction. Everywhere at the approach of the white man they fade away. We hear the rustling of their footsteps, ike that of the withered leaves of autumn, and they are gone forever.

2. They pass mournfully by us, and they return no more. Two centuries ago, and the smoke of their wigwams, and the fires of their councils rose in every valley, from the Hudson Bay to the farthest Florida, from the ocean to the Mississippi and the lakes. The shouts of victory and the war-dance rang through the mountains and the glades. The thick arrows and the deadly tomahawk whistled through the forests; and the hunter's trace and dark encampment startled the wild beasts in their lairs. The warriors stood forth in their glory. The young listened to the song of other days. The mothers played with their infants, and gazed on the scene with warm hopes of the future. The aged sat down, but they wept not; they should soon be at rest in finer regions, where the Great Spirit dwells, in a home prepared for the brave beyond the western skies.

3. Braver men never lived; truer men never drew the bow. They had courage, and fortitude, and sagacity, and perseverance beyond most of the human race. They shrank from no dangers, and they feared no hardships. If they had the vices of savage life, they had its virtues also. They were true to their country, their friends, and their homes. If they forgave not injury, neither did they forget kindness. If their vengeance was terrible, their fidelity and generosity were unconquerable also. Their love, like their hatred, stopped not this side of the grave.

4. But where are they? Where are the villagers and war

happily condemned Such habits may easily be corrected by a little presence of mind, and particularly by following the direction, Think twice before you speak once.