Partly from the circumstance of our road to and from school being in the same direction, and partly from a slight acquaintance having existed between his mother and a branch of our family, we became friends, or, rather, friendly disposed towards each other. As his senior both in years and standing in the school, I took his part when any attempt was made to impose upon him, aye, and were we school boys now, I would do it again, even though it led to an infraction of the fundamental rules of the Peace Society. From thus aiding him he looked on me as peculiarly his friend, and though dissimilar in our dispositions and habits, I do not recollect that we ever differed on any single subject. But he was not a companion for a school-boy. He would not roam abroad on a Saturday afternoon (Saturday afternoons are always fine in summer) over the common, chasing the wild bee, or gathering the flowers, fording with naked feet the clear springs, or scrambling over hedges, ditches, or styles. Oh no! he was as orderly as a boarding-school miss. None of these things would suit him. Yet he was so kind and obliging, that every one loved him. But his mother-his affectionate and tender-hearted mother-fearing his health should be endangered by a too close application to his studies, or from some other cause, removed him from amongst us, and he was sent into the country, I heard of him occasionally afterward, but here ended our school-boy connection. It was in the sunmer of 183-, that he was seized with an illness which baffled all the skill of medicine, and hurried him to the grave, it was consumption. If the prayers of a fond mother for an only child-if the good wishes of friends-if the blessing of those who were ready to perish-could have availed, the life so earnestly desired, would have been spared. But it was not to be. He died, to the regret of all, at the early age of sixteen. Poor J-—, he was not fit to dwell on earth. So gentle, so kind, so amiable, he was surely called from hence to be free of all the struggles in which man is engaged. He was laid in our churchyard, in the same grave with his guilty parent, and the flowers of the field blossom over their tomb. And his mother-his heart-stricken mother! Though thus sorely tried, no complaint escaped her. Though bereft of her nearest and dearest, she bowed in meekness to the decree. Often have I gazed on her as she has been sitting in her seat at church amid her scholars, listening to our worthy old vicar, as he has been discoursing of trials and sufferings, which were, he said, given to purify us from our earthly dross and fix our attention on the realities of eternity. And often, I doubt not, has the widow's heart acknowledged the truth of the remark, that "man is born to trouble." Years have passed since these simple events occurred, and the governess still lives, beloved and respected by all. A shade of melancholy dwells on her brow, though there is no trace of repining. She seems, in fact, to be calmly biding the time when the summon shall come to raise her from sorrow on earth to happiness in heaven. Then when she sleeps in the grave with the loved one and the deceiver, the villager will gaze on her tomb, and as he ponders on her melancholy story, may learn that even the good and the virtuous are not exempt from the sufferings incident to the common lot. A. D. THE ORIGIN OF LOVE. The" origin of love!"-Ah, why When thou mayst read in many an eye, And shouldst thou seek his end to know; 120001' LYONS. THE city of Lyons is the capital of the arrondissement of the same name, built by the Romans before the Christian era, and at present, next to Paris, the most important city in the French dominion. It is situated on a peninsula formed by the junction of the rivers Saone and Rhone; the quays on whose banks are the most striking parts of the city, which, though built since the revolutionary destruction of it, has scarcely any erections worthy of much admiration; but some of the numerous bridges over the two rivers are striking objects. The most remarkable buildings are the Saracenic Cathedral, the hotel de ville, and the hospital called the hotel de dieu. There is an establishment for education, consisting of a primary and secondary school of great repute, with the finest provincial library in France consisting of about 120,000 volumes, with which are connected a museum, an observatory, a botanical garden, and a veterinary institution. Abundance of Roman antiquities are to be seen FEBRUARY, 1843. N in the city and its vicinity. The population was at a recent period about 140,000 persons, but this includes the commune; there being 128 communes in the arrondissement of the department of the Rhone. The chief occupation is the manufacturing of silk goods, velvets, satins, and all other kinds of the same elegant textures. There are besides, manufacturers of cotton, woollen and leather goods, as well as of gold lace, jewellery, paper, and a variety of chemical preparations and of perfumery. Lyons is remarkable as having been the birth place of the Emperors Claudius and Caracella, and of the poet Sidonius Apollinaris; and in modern times, of the sculptor Coisevoir, of the naturalist Jussieu, and of the antiquarian Spon. 1200001 THE DEBATING CLUB. A SQUIB. A. will give his very soul Here's the hero of the yellow- True my friend's a buttress-wall, And gives support while others take it What he props will never fall, Though cabal and faction shake it ; Speak with him, his frame you'll find The emblem of a giant mind, Just as your hero's middle stature Suits his very middling nature. See-young A. approaches us, Well proportion'd as his limb; When he moves, he seems to fly Like a feather'd Mercury; And his acts, however view'd, True-he's like the god of thieving, |