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not do to be perpetually calculating tasks, and adjusting nice chances ; it did very well before the flood, where a man could consult his friends upon an intended performance for an hundred and fifty years, and then live to see its success afterwards; but at present, a man waits, and doubts, and hesitates, and consults his brother, and his uncle, and particular friends, till one fine day he finds that he is sixty years of age ; that he has lost so much tin in consulting his first cousin and particular friends, that he has no longer time to follow their advice.-Sydney Smith.


Anoint my eyes,

O Holy Dove !
That I may prize

This book of love.

Unstop mine ear,

Made deaf by sin,
That I may hear

Thy voice within.
Break my hard heart,

Jesu, my Lord;
In th' inmost parts

Hide thy sweet word.

FINE PREACHING. I am tormented with the desire of preaching better than I can. But I have no wish to make fine, pretty sermons; prettiness is well enough when prettiness is in its place. I like to see a pretty child, pretty flower, but in a sermon prettiness is out of place. To my ear it would be anything but commendation, should it be said to me, “ You have given us a pretty sermon." If I were upon trial for my life, and my advocate should amuse the jury with his tropes and figures, burying his argument beneath a profusion of the flowers of rhetoric, I would say unto him, “Tut, man, you care more for your vanity than for my hanging. Put yourself in my place—speak

in view of the gallows, and you will tell your story plainly and earnestly." I have no objection to a lady's winding a sword with ribbons and studding it with roses, when she presents it to her hero lover; but in the day of battle he will tear away the ornaments, and use the naked edge to the enemy.- Robert Hall.



“Now” is the only word ticking from the clock of time. “Now,” is the watchword of the wise man. “Now,” is on the banner of the prudent. “Now,” is the admonition of eternity. Let us keep this little word constantly in our mind. When anything is 'to be done, we should do it with our might, remembering that Now" is the only time for us. It is indeed a sorry and dangerous way to get through the world by putting off till to-morrow, saying, “ Then I will do it.” This will never do. “Now" only is ours.

may never be “Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation."

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THE LOVE OF THE DEPARTED. I must confess, as the experience of my own soul, that the expectation of loving my friends in heaven principally kindles my love to them while on earth. If I thought I should never know them, and consequently never love them after this life is ended, I should number them with temporal things, and love them as such ; but I now converse with my pious friends in firm persuasion that I converse with them forever; and I take comfort in those that are dead or absent, believing that I shall shortly meet them in heaven, and love them with a heavenly love.Baxter.

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Few of the eminences of the earth merit more attention from the student of Geology, or the lover of the strange and wonderful, than the curious conical peak which rises up in the island of Mauritius, and which bears the name of Peter Botte Mountain. The island of Mauritius is better known at the present day for the vast imports of sugar we receive from thence, and few of the British colonies exceed it in the amount of their trade and produce. The situation of the island is off the east coast of Africa, the great island of Madagascar lying between it and the mainland. The soil is rocky, and evidently the result of volcanic formation ; the mountain we are now describing owing the chief features of its shape and size to its volcanic origin. Bold, wedge-shaped, and formed of an assemblage of huge boulders, and shapeless fragments of the hardest rock, it looks like the work of a race of giants, who, in the age of fable, may have flung these blocks together in their sport, or have piled them up into a ladder, on the top of which they would confront the eagle, and bid defiance to the morning star. The aspect of the mountain is wild and singular in the extreme. It has no surrounding ramparts, no dikes, cliffs, or chasms, but rises out of the plain to a height of 1800 feet, a conical and isolated hill, formed of immense blocks of granite, many of which seem threatening, every instant, to precipitate themselves into the fertile plain below.

To reach the top of this mountain has been the desire of many. One adventurer is said to have climbed to the top some years ago; but having had the misfortune to roll from the summit to the bottom, he did not survive to recount his adventure. This was the supposed Peter Botte, from whom the mountain takes its name. Some sixty years since, a Frenchman boasted of having made the ascent and descent in safety, but he was belied for his pains, and the top of the mountain was still regarded as inaccessible.

In 1831, Captain Lloyd, civil engineer, accompanied by Mr. Dawkins, ascended the mountain, and got as far as the part called the Neck, which may be seen in the engraving, about half way up, at the foot of two immense adjoining rocks. Captain Lloyd, however, was convinced that the summit might be reached, and accordingly, on the 7th of September, 1833, he made another attempt, in compaay with Lieutenants Philpots, Keppel, and Taylor.

The arrangements included a staff of twenty sepoys,

several negros carrying food, and a necessary supply of ropes, ladders, and engineering implements. Along a path not a foot broad, they picked their way for some hundred yards, and at last stood on the little patch of land, called the Neck, which only measures 20 yards. Here the scene was most sublime. One extremity of the Neck was precipitous, and bounded by a narrow knife-like edge of rock, broken here and there into precipitous faces, aud running up in a conical form to about 350 feet above them ; while on the pinnacle above, the great crowning mass of stone, called “Peter Botte,” frowned sublimely

upon them.

At this Neck was found the ladder which had been used by Captain Lloyd and Mr. Dawkins in 1831 ; and this was the first engine in the work of scaling the top. A negro boy ascended the ladder, and then climbed some distance up a cleft in the rock, carrying a cord round his middle. The line was made fast, and the boy cried, “All right !” Away up the face of the slippery rock scrambled the four adventurers, the ascent, even here, being fraught with the utmost danger, and the least false step, or crumbling of the rock, being certain to precipitate them into the plain below. Here sat Lieutenant Taylor astride a sharp ridge which commanded both sides of the mountain, so that he could kick his right shoe into the plain on one side, and his left shoe into the ravine on the other.

The next step was to scale the head of the mountain ; but the question was, how to get a ladder up against the projecting edge of the upper rock. Captain Lloyd had provided some iron arrows, and having a gun, he made a line fast round his body, to which the other three held on, and going over the edge of the precipice on the opposite side, so as, in fact, to lean over the side of the precipice, bearing his whole weight on the rope held on the other side by his companions, he fired several arrows over the crowning rock, but without succeeding in getting over the rope. If the line had broken at this moment, he would have met with Peter Botte's fate, and have fallen 1800 feet. Then he tried to throw over a stone, attached

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