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fresh as Adam's when he woke and for the Of the vast number of tourists who visit first time looked out upon the world and Switzerland every year, there are few who do asked himself what it was and what he was,- not go up to or even upon some of the more such a sensation comes to us in its full force famous glaciers; and it is, indeed, strange, in the upper Alps, and may be felt by one that of all these scarcely one in a thousand who but a few hours before was in Paris or brings away the slightest notion of what the London. No one, perhaps, can say how com glaciers of the higher level are like. The pletely this shock can be felt until one has true néve, such as that which forms the basin enjoyed a very common incident in mountain- of the Aletch or the Findalen or the Lysjoch, eering, the bivouac at some of the greater is as much superior in strangeness and vastheights. It falls to ordinary men rarely to ness to the ordinary ice-falls as the billows taste the marvellous on this earth so deeply of the Atlantic surpass the chopping seas of as when camped at night in the midst of one the Channel. It is only in the grander forms of the loftier snow-fields far above the region of the neve that the glory of the snow-world of life or vegetation. As one watches the is revealed. There, indeed, in some huge colors of the sunset fade, and peak after peak amphitheatre of mountain ranges not less grow cold and bare, but for some weird lights than twenty or thirty miles in circuit, butover the distant ridges, the full mystery of tressed by peaks each rising to thirteen or the solitude is borne in upon the mind, and fourteen thousand feet, the sweeps of the icethe stillness grows almost intolerable. The sea roll on unbroken, yawning in places into total absence of sound, motion, change, or chasms that stretch for miles, each broad and life of any kind, the gradual stiffening of the deep enough to engulf a navy. There only glacier and the freezing of its streams, the the dazzling purity of the true snow-region hushing even of the avalanches or the tum-can be felt, freed from the debris, the mobling rock, the bare expanse unstreaked by a cloud, the strange lustre of the stars, the immensity around one staring mutely and unchangeably, and which cannot be shut out, seem quite to possess one with the sense of having ventured into some region of nature which is held spellbound in an unbroken night.

raines, the incrustations of the lower glaciers; it is absolutely spotless, and, as far as the eye can reach, without a vestige of any coarser substance than the driven snow. Fanciful as are the contortions of the lower ice-falls, they can give scarcely an idea of the marvels of the true regions of the neve. There the whole body of the glacier for miles appears as if, by the craft of some superhuman race, it had been moulded and reared into stupendous castles, palaces, cathedrals, and cities of pure ice,-half ruined, half unfinished,– gorgeous Palmyras, as it were, or Colosseums of crystal; with column piled on column, and arch above arch; buttressed towers, pinnacles, and minarets, porches, corridors, cloisters, and halls, in vista beyond vista lengthening out; transparent lakes of clear water deeply imprisoned amidst towering icebergs; all, from base to crest, blazing with frosted filagree and fretwork; dropping down

A few weeks of life such as this, thrown into the midst of a laborious or anxious employment, is certainly the most powerful stimulant and reviving influence which it is possible to apply. There is, perhaps, no single mode of making holiday in which a busy man can enjoy it in anything like the perfection, with anything like the readiness, one can when in the Alps. Quite apart from the effect of air, exercise, and enjoyment, physical and mental, this powerful renovation of the natural forces is, perhaps, the most valuable thing to a hard-worked man. Men whose whole lives are passed in brain-work with frozen festoons, tracery, and shafted for a short season find themselves realizing the condition of the millions who labor for their daily bread, and whose lives depend on their manual activity. Men whose existence is so utterly artificial that social forms acquire to them the force of laws of nature are suddenly placed in positions where these social forms are as preposterous as they would be in a battle or a shipwreck.

stalactites of ice. It is a region in which, by some magic, all that is beautiful and impressive in form seems piled with profuse abundance, and transfigured into every hue of azure and every tone of living light. Not to be looked upon, but to be felt, are these gigantic and dazzling masses as one is engulfed in them, or threads the snow-bridge delicately poised over a chasm, or follows the

unerring instinct of the guide through end-amination, glaciers are, of all the mundane less labyrinths and icy ruins. forces, among the most constant and the most There is, perhaps, no ground on which the accessible. There is something about the amwonderful instinct which long physical train-biguous character of the glaciers-half solid, ing produces can be so perfectly watched-half fluid that is very fascinating. There is not even in the Deal pilot steering his boat something so difficult to grasp in the scan of through a gale-as in the superior Alpine huge tracts of earth, as broad and lofty, perguide winding his course across an ice-tor- haps, as one of our English mountain ranges, rent, following with herring sagacity the yet heaving and working with all the ceaseonly possible line of crack, foreseeing every-less life of an ocean. To the experienced obthing, watchful of everything, and fertile in server the glacier seems to have its waves, its everything. His boldness can be matched only tides, and its currents, like a sea, both on its by his patience, and his unwearied providence surface down to its basin. In no other only by his lightning quickness of eye and mode can be watched the heaving of the hand. There is about the climbing of the earth's crest visibly, and the machinery of higher glaciers such inexhaustible variety of geologic change in actual operation. And it incident and condition. There is a charm in is this union of vast extent with movement each; but the greatest charm is in their con--of force and vitality-which makes the tinually changing combinations. Eye, ear, study of the glacier so ever fresh and so imand brain are constantly called into play. picive to the merest scrambler as to the There is the perpetual demand for new plans high of science.

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and expedients; ever fresh surprises in th1 per laciers, as is well known, form but one path, the atmosphere, and the scene; ve, the anch of the Alpine studies. The animal cessions of strange sights and sou menov anch is naturally the least abundant in roar of the subglacial river, the ripp e material, but in that it possesses the mark of surface rills, and the plunge of the cier speciality as retaining yet in the midst of wells, the boom of the avalanches, and the Europe some traces of long bygone animal peal of the glacier rents all day long; the eras. But the vegetation at once affords the whistling of the hewn fragments down an ice incline; the snow whirlwinds eddying round a windy crest; the white, treacherous storm-cloud, whisked up suddenly from the valley, and again as suddenly torn open, and revealing the whole gleaming panorama as if the curtain of heaven's gate were being drawn back; the cry occasionally of an eagle, or the distant glimmer of a chamois, and every sight and sound, from the most majes. tic to the most familiar, from the tempest reverberating round the chain of peaks down to the weird blaze of azure light which shoots up from beneath each print of the foot or of

the axe.

So great an abundance of material for study and thought is there in the Alps, in the geological, vegetable, and animal worlds, that it would well occupy a life of observation and reading. On the glaciers alone a whole literature, a whole branch of science has been bestowed. As ever-moving and changing agents of vast geological movements, they possess an interest which perhaps no other natural force but volcanoes affords. And whereas volcanoes are singularly capricious and bear hardly any personal ex

matter for first-rate investigation. If other spots in the world offer more extraordinary types, there are, perhaps, no regions in Europe where in so small an area such a varying series of climates and consequently of plants can be seen. But quite apart from the richness or beauty of its flora or its fauna, an Alp offers a peculiar character to all observation. The conditions under which both exist are for the most part so special that both fill the least observant with new interest and the student with new suggestions. There is a poetry and a pathos in an Alpine rose or gentian, as we see it the sole organic thing amidst vast inorganic masses, the sole link of life between us and the most gigantic forms of matter. At home, the brightest of birds or insects scarcely awakens a thought in a summer's walk, but a stout man's heart and even eye may be softened by the sight but of a poor stranded bee, blown forth and shipwrecked amidst those pitiless solitudes.

In all the aerostatic phenomena, the Alps, as is well known, take the first rank as the observatories of science. It is as difficult for the student to fail of new ideas in their midst as for the most heedless tourist to fail to learn

something. The great physical forces form that they form, as it were, an epitome of earth, there the very conditions of existence. The and place before us in the range of a summer veriest scrambler gets to record something of day's walk every form of natural object and atmospheric facts and changes. And here it production in the most striking and immediis but fair to say that Alpine climbers in gen-ate contrast. Within a few hours after leaveral, and the Alpine Club in particular, have ing the most terrible forms of ruin, desolation, given a very useful impulse to popular science, and solitude, where no life is found and man and even in some cases to science proper. It can remain but for a few hours, the traveller is simply ridiculous to suggest that most of is in the midst of all t luxuriant loveliness them climb with any scientific purpose, any of Italian valleys and takes, basking in an more than men hunt to improve the breed of almost tropical heat, surrounded by the most horses. But it is the special value of Alpine delicate flowers, ferns, and shrubs, and climbing that it combines a great ety of charmed into mere rest by ever-varied landobjects. And whereas some men pursue it for health, for exercise, for mere adventure or enjoyment, for the wonderful exhilaration it affords, for the poetry, for the solemnity ble to resist the emotion of grateful delight and the purity of the emotions it awakens, with which one recognizes the overflowing some find there the richest field for their seri- richness of this earth amidst the sights, the ous labors, and nearly all find much The sounds, the perfumes, and the myriad sensagives matter for profitable thought. Inde ions of pleasure with which life on the Itala ground which, if to many it is but one he a lakes is full. No one can taste these recreation and rest, has been the scene of thee the who has not borne the heat and burstudies of the Saussures the Agassizs, the Beaumonts, the Forbeses, the Tyndals, the Huxleys, the Tschudis, the Studers, the Berlepschs, must be one which has equal promise for every mind and every character.

But it is not, after all, as being rich in science, nor simply as being lovely in scenery, that the Alps are chiefly marked. It is more

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day, the toil and cold of the Allas. Then only is one able to see the gy and profusion of Nature as a whole, and to conceive in one act of thought, and feel but as one manifold sensation, all that she has most strange and most beautiful, from the Arctic zone to the tropics.

Sermons for the People.-By F. D. Hunting-
ton, D. D., Plummer Professor of Christian
Morals in the College and Preacher to the
University at Cambridge, U. S. Arthur
Miall.

GENERAL M'CLELLAN has accepted the nomi-, nation of the Chicago Convention, but in terms which pledge him as irrevocably as Mr. Lincoln to the preservation of the Union at all hazards. "The existence of more than one government," he says, "over the region which once owned our THESE are in every respect excellent sermons. flag, is incompatible with the peace, the power, The style is clear, forcible, and polished, always and the happiness of the people." He adds, intelligible at the first glance, putting everything very significantly to those who have studied the so as to compel attention, and free from false ornahistory of those Northern statesmen who have ment. If it wants those higher beauties which are been the tools of the South, "The Union was the fruit of genius, it is only the better sample of originally formed for the exercise of a spirit of university culture; for universities cannot give conciliation and compromise. To restore and pre- genius, but can make the most of good sense. serve it, the same spirit must prevail in our Mr. Huntington is also happy in his application councils and in the hearts of the people." In of the Gospel to the every-day life of his hearers— other words, General M'Clellan is as much of a to questions peculiarly fitted for pulpit treatment, Unionist at all hazards as Mr. Lincoln; but his and yet carefully avoided by most clergymen. method for securing Union is the old one,-pros- Good instances of this are the sermons entitled tration before the South. The Baltimore plat- "Woman's Position," "The Law of the House,' form pledges Mr. Lincoln to do all in his power" Children,-How to be Received." We must to uproot forever the cause of war,-slavery; also mention the sermon on the "Divinity of General M'Clellan is self-pledged to offer any sop Christ," in which this vital doctrine is admirably to the South it will accept. And it does not strike put to a Trinitarian congregation; namely, so as us as creditable even to the understanding of the to exhibit the proofs of the doctrine without an North, that in such circumstances the Democratic affectation of argument, which is absurd where party should have a chance of victory.-Specta- there are none to impugn it.-Spectator. tor, 24 Sept.

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HYMN OF TRIUMPH.

ON THE 46TH PSALM.

(COMPOSED A. D. 1530.) Gon is the city of our strength!

Our hearts exulting, cry;

He is our bulwark and defence,

Our arms for victory;

He helps our souls through each distress That meets us in the wilderness.

Satan, the old malignant foe,

Now works, with purposed mind, our woe;
Perfidious cunning, fiendish might,
He bears as weapons for the fight;
Whilst equal, none on earth has he,
To struggle for the mastery.

By human strength and human skill
No worthy wreaths are won;
Abandoned to ourselves, we sink
In wretchedness undone.
Yet in our cause a Champion stands,
A Champion true is he,

Whom God hath chosen for the fight,

Our Lord and Chief to be.

Say, dost thou ask his peerless name?
Jesus our conquering King we claim;
Lord of Sabbaoth!-God alone,

And he must hold the field his arm hath won.

What though the hosts of Satan stand
In gathering legions through the land,
Prepared to raise the victor's cry,
And whelm our souls in misery;
Yet fear we not the vaunting foe,
Our conquering band shall forward go.

Prince of this world! thy hellish rage
Shall ne'er our steadfast zeal assuage;
Thy power is fixed by Heaven's decree.
And here its ragings cease to be.
Thy boast is vain; a breath-a word
Subdues thee,-'tis the Spirit's sword.

The word of truth unhurt shall stand,
In spite of every foe;

The Lord himself is on our side,
And he will help bestow.
His spirit's might, his gifts of grace,
Are with us at the needful place.

What though they take our lives away,
Our lives we offer for a prey;
Though wealth and weal and fortune go,
And wife and friends depart,-
With all the tenderest ties that throw
Their magic round the heart;
And though the spoilers haste away,
And bear our treasures hence,
Since man is but a child of clay,
And heir of impotence,-

It boots them not, their boast is vain,
Their promised trophies fall;
Whilst, to the Christian, loss is gain,
And heaven outvalues all.

A glorious kingdom yet shall be
His heritage of bliss, to all eternity.

Honor and praise to God most high,
The author of all grace,

Whose love has sent us from the sky
His Son-to save our race.
And to the Comforter of men,

Let songs of praise be given;
He draws us from the ways of sin,
And calls us home to heaven.
Full well he knows that upward road,
And joyfully he guides our pilgrim feet to God.
Amen.
LUTHER.

TRUTH'S CONFLICT.

THE bravest of the brave is he
Who battles for beleaguered Truth,
And springs to set the captive free,

Though falling, he find little ruth; And when the bolts of wrong are hurled, Defends the right and dares the world.

No faltering hand or recreant heart,
That halts to parley with the foe,
And plays the poltroon's dastard part,
Will Error's legions overthrow;
Here conquest crowns none but the brave,
Who fights to free, and falls to save.

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CHAPTER IV.

THE HERO.

"And which is Lucy's? Can it be
That puny fop, armed cap-a-pie,
Who loves in the saloon to show

The arms that never knew a foe?"-SCOTT. "My lady's compliments, ma'am, and she would be much obliged if you would remain till she comes home," was Coombe's reception of Alison." She is gone to Avoncester with Master Temple and Master Francis."

"Gone to Avoncester!" exclaimed Rachel, who had walked from church to Myrtlewood with Alison.

could not attain to an earlier condition than "on our staff."

"I shall go home then," said Rachel, "and see if there is any explanation there."

Rachel come here," observed Hubert as she “I shall ask the major not to let Aunt departed; it was well it was not before.

"Leoline," anxiously asked Alison, “can you tell me the major's name?" "Colonel Keith, Lieutenant Colonel Keith," was all the answer.

"I meant his Christian name, my dear." "Only little boys have Christian names!" they returned, and Alison was forced to do her best to tame herself and them to the duties of the long day of anticipation so joyous on their part, so full of confusion and bewildered anxiety on her own. It was fear that predominated with her; there were

"Mamma is gone to meet the major!" cried three of the lesser boys, rushing upon them in full cry; then Leoline, facing round, "Not the major, he is lieutenant-colonel now, -Colonel Keith, hurrah! "What-what do you mean? Speak ra- many moments when she would have given tionally, Leoline, if you can."

"My lady sent a note to the Homestead this morning," exclaimed Coombe. "She heard this morning that Colonel Keith intended to arrive to-day, and took the young gentlemen with her to meet him."

Rachel could hardly refrain from manifesting her displeasure, and bluntly asked what time Lady Temple was likely to be at home. "It depended," Coombe said, " upon the train; it was not certain whether Colonel Keith would come by the twelve or the two o'clock train."

And Rachel was going to turn sharply round, and dash home with the tidings, when Alison arrested her with the question,

"And who is Colonel Keith?"

Rachel was too much wrapped up in her own view to hear the trembling of the voice, and answered," Colonel Keith! why, the major! You have not been here so long without hearing of the major?"

"Yes; but I did not know. Who is he?" And a more observant person would have seen the governess's gasping effort to veil her eagerness under her wonted self-control.

"Don't you know who the major is?" shouted Leoline. "He is our military secretary."

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That's the sum-total of my knowledge," said Rachel. "I don't understand his influence, nor know where he was picked up."

"Nor his regiment?"

"He is not a regimental officer, he is on our staff," said Leoline, whose imagination

worlds to be secure that the new-comer was not the man she thought of, who, whether constant or inconstant, could bring nothing but pain and disturbance to the calm tenor of her sister's life. Everything was an oppression to her; the children, in their wild, joyous spirits and gladsome inattention, tried her patience almost beyond her powers; the charge of the younger ones in their mother's absence was burdensome, and the delay in returning to her sister became well-nigh intolerable, when she figured to herself Rachel Curtis going down to Ermine with the tidings of Colonel Keith's arrival, and her own discontent at his influence with her cousin. Would that she had spoken a word of warning! yet that might have been merely mischievous, for the subject was surely too delicate for Rachel to broach with so recent a friend. But Rachel had bad taste for anything! That the little boys did not find Miss Williams very cross that day was an effect of the long habit of self-control, and she could hardly sit still under the additional fret, when just as tea was spread for the schoolroom party, in walked Miss Rachel, and sat herself down, in spite of Hubert, who made up a most coaxing, entreating face as he said, Please, Aunt Rachel, doesn't Aunt Grace want you very much?"

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"Not at all. Why, Hubert?" "Oh, if you would only go away, and not spoil our fun when the major comes ! "

For once Rachel did laugh; but she did not take the hint, and Alison obtained only

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