time, for that is the stuff life is made of," as Poor Richard says. How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep! forgetting that "the sleeping fox catches no poultry," and that "there will be sleeping enough in the grave,” as Poor Richard says. "If time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be," as Poor Richard says, "the greatest prodigality;" since, as he elsewhere tells us, "Lost time is never found again; and what we call time enough, always proves little enough. Let us, then, up and be doing, and be doing to the purpose, so by diligence shall we do more with less perplexity. Sloth makes all things difficult, but industry all easy: and he that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night;" while "laziness travels so slowly, that poverty soon overtakes him. Drive thy business, let not that drive thee; and early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise," as Poor Richard says. So what signifies wishing and hoping for better times? We may make these times better if we bestir ourselves. "Industry need not wish, and he that lives upon hope will be fasting. There are no gains without pains; then help, hands, for I have no lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed. He that hath a trade hath an estate; and he that hath a calling, hath an office of profit and honour," as Poor Richard says; but, then, the trade must be worked at, and the calling well followed, or neither the estate nor the office will enable us to pay our taxes. If we are industrious, we shall never starve; for, "at the working man's house, hunger looks in, but dares not enter; for Industry pays debts, while Despair increaseth them." What! though you have found no treasure, nor has any rich relation left you a legacy, Diligence is the mother of good luck, and God gives all things to industry. Then, plough deep, while sluggards sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep. Work while it is called to-day, for you know not how much you may be hindered tomorrow," as Poor Richard says; and further, “ leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day." If you were a servant, would you not be ashamed that a good master should catch you idle? Are you, then, your own never master? Be ashamed to catch yourself idle, where there is so much to be done for yourself, your family, your country, and your king. Handle your tools without mittens; remember that "the cat in gloves catches no mice," as Poor Richard says. It is true there is much to be done, and, perhaps, you are weak-handed; but stick to it steadily, and you will see great effects; for "constant dropping wears away stones," and "by diligence and patience the mouse ate in two the cable;" and, "little strokes fell great oaks."-Franklin. TO A BUTTERFLY. WRITTEN ON A SABBATH MORNING. ON thy beds of clover playing, Why so blithely dressed this morning? Giddy trifler of an hour! Days to thee are all the same; And thou dost well-for never sorrow Thou hast not sigh'd at evening's closing, Nor ever voice of truth neglected, Play thy game, thou spotless worm! Thou wilt perish ere to-morrow. Time has been, when, like thee, thoughtless, How unlike in all beside! Bent its chastening rod on me, Torn from earth, unmeet for heaven, I had learn'd to envy thee Doom'd to live as I had perished Through a long eternity.-Mrs. Fry. SNOW HOUSES. THE winter habitations of the Esquimaux are built of snow, and, judging from one that I saw constructed the other day, they are very comfortable dwellings. The Esquimaux, having selected a spot on the river where the snow was about two feet deep, and sufficiently compact, commenced by tracing out a circle twelve feet in diameter. The snow in the interior of the circle was next divided with a broad knife, with a long handle, into slabs three feet long, six inches thick, and two deep. These slabs were tenacious enough to admit of being moved about without breaking, or even losing the sharpness of their angles, and they had a slight degree of curvature, corresponding with that of the circle from which they were cut. They were piled upon each other, exactly like courses of hewn stone, around the circle which was traced out, and care taken to smooth the beds of the different courses with the knife, and to cut them, so as to give the wall a slight inclination inwards. The dome was closed somewhat suddenly and flatly, by cutting the upper slabs in a wedge form, instead of the more rectangular shape of those below. The roof was about eight feet high, and the last aperture was shut up by a small conical piece. The whole was built from within, and each slab was cut so that it retained its position without requiring support, until another was placed beside it, the lightness of the slabs greatly facilitating the operation. When the building was covered in, a little loose snow was thrown over it, to close up every chink, and a low door was cut through the wall with the knife. A bed-place was next formed, and neatly placed up with slabs of snow, which was then covered with a thin layer of fine branches, to prevent them from being melted by the heat of the body. At each end of the bed, a pillar of snow was erected, to place a lamp upon, and lastly, a porch was built before the door and a piece of clear ice was placed in an aperture cut in the wall for a window. The purity of the material of which the house was framed, the elegance of its construction, and the translucency of its walls, which transmitted a very pleasant light, gave it an appearance far superior to a marble building.-Capt. Franklin. TO LAURA, TWO YEARS OF AGE. I know no fount that gushes out, I would that thou might'st ever be That Time might ever leave as free I would life were "all poetry," What shall preserve thee, beautiful child, To lead thee up-to Him? He who Himself was 66 undefiled," With Him we trust thee, beautiful child!—Willis. CANADIAN INDIAN ENCAMPMENT. FEELING Some desire to see these singular people in their winter encampment, I expressed my wish to a friend, who happens to be a great favourite with the Indians, who, as a mark of distinction, have bestowed upon him the title of Chippewa, the name of their tribe. He was delighted with the opportunity of doing the honours of the Indian wigwam, and it was agreed that he, with some of his brothers and sisters-in-law, should accompany us to the camp in the woods. A merry party we were that sallied forth that evening into the glorious starlight; the snow sparkled as with a thousand diamonds on its frozen surface; and truly, never |