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And O! when Earth and Heaven

Before thy Throne shall flee,
Almighty! Judge ! Eternal !

Jesus ! remember me!

C. B. C.

When tempest-troubles toss the mind,

And care, a raging sea,
No other haven can we find-

No rest, O Lord, but Thee.
As when some weary traveller flies,

O'er the crisp Alpine snows,
He sees in front the convent rise,

The earnest of repose.
So we through life's inclement sky,

By care's cold chills oppressed,
To our far dearer home would fly,

Securely there to rest.
And unreserved to thee we tell

The woes that rack the soul,
Thy cheering smiles our fears dispel

And point the wished-for goal.

S. X.

I saw a sight of hideous infamy,–

A staff-bent sage-
The Thracian ice-gale sported cruelly

With the scant hairs of age;
Along the Euxine shore, with tottering tread
He held his course, and meekly bow'd his head.
Eudoxia, Arian Empress, rent the seer

From the embrace
Of those, who for their bishop shed the tear,

-Byzantium's populace. Sand-girt Cumana was the last resort Of that Elijah of a servile court.

And now that voice of burning eloquence,

Which with a pent-up torrent's violence

Once madly rushed along;
-Yes, now is hushed that voice of thunder dread,
'Tis like the summer torrent's empty bed.
Weep, Empress, o'er thy work—the world shall see

Henceforth for aye,
No such soul-moving, gold-mouthed majesty :

Races unborn shall stay,
And read enchanted, in his magic page
The life-fraught picture of a vicious age. S. X.


When tempests rage, and billows swell,

And nought is seen around,
Our fears to calm or griefs to quell,

Let songs of faith resound.

Faith points us to a happy rest,

And wafts us on our way;
It sheds a glory o'er the breast,

And lightens with its ray.
And when we've ploughed the raging main,

And for the haven wait,
Faith points the trembling soul again,

Towards the long'd-for state.
The soul then dwells in hope most bright,

And ponders on its rest;
'Till faith give place to blissful sight,
And love is constant guest.

R. W.L.

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THE ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH. Almost every one has heard of the Electric Telegraph; but few perhaps have seen it, and fewer far have understood exactly how it works. Indeed, it has never been our good fortune to meet with any one amongst these who have heard or read an explanation of it, who could give a satisfactory account of the manner in which messages are transmitted by it. Some could scarcely tell us whether it spoke by signs, by letters, or by words; and until we had ourselves seen it, we could not possibly make out how by means of a single wire all the letters of the alphabet could be passed along the line in the varied order required to compose a sentence, or series of sentences. It was, indeed, very easy to comprehend how a shock communicated at one end of the wire could be felt at the other, even though the distance might be some hundreds of miles, but how that shock could be so varied as to represent the several letters as they were wanted, remained a profound mystery. But this mystery is cleared up in a few words. It is not by a change in the character of each individual shock, but by


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