and West Troy to Albany, is broken continuity of houses.

now an almost unWhen I have friends

to visit me, I take them to Albany, among other places of the vicinity, show off its most beautiful buildings and streets, and mention its prosperity as a matter of rejoicing. And if Albany increases, is it not better and more honorable to this part of the state, than if it were declining? And is it not more advantageous for Albany, that Troy and West-Troy, and Lansingburgh, and Cohoesville, should flourish, than that they should wither and decline? Most assuredly,for it shows that we have a common location, where natural causes are in operation, which tend to a common growth; and the prosperity of each, in one way or another, will be reflected to the others.

It is natural for me when I travel where people are taking to themselves a little consequence on account of their living in a city with a hundred thousand inhabitants, to answer their enquiries, as to the amount of our population, by saying, that if we take in six miles each way, on both sides of the river, we may count about the same number; that is, about a hundred thousand. Some may surmise that the Albanians will not like to be thus "taken in" by the Trojans, but as we are perfectly willing that they should take us in, in the same way, no harm can be done. And if, in this manner, we learn to be a little proud of each other, we shall soon come to a better feeling than has

sometimes existed among us. There is one evidence that there is no natural enmity between the Trojans and Albanians, as of old there was between the Romans and Carthagenians ;—the merchants of each city are pleased to see the ladies of the other, at their stores. There are some particulars in which each party can thus trade more advantageously than at home; and as this comes to be better understood, the interchange will more frequently take place.

What is in the future, who can read? But if this country goes on to prosper, in spite of downward political tendencies, I see not but this, the great crossing place of the thoroughfares from the east to the west, and from the north to the south, must become, in the course of time, ONE

GREAT CITY.

A GLIMPSE OF THE WORLD OF

SPIRITS.

BY MRS. EMMA WILLARD.

YE hags of night! why come ye round my bed?
Why dart your snake-locks and your evil eyes
Toward me—and your lank fingers? Mutter not
Your incantations.-Servants of Satan, hence!
Strong in my Master's might, I fear ye not.
By his great name-by Jesus Christ-avaunt!
There! see--they pale--and fade--and sink away.

Divine and loving Saviour! through whose power,
If we resist, the imps of darkness flee,
Wilt thou once more unveil the spirit-world,
And show my guardian angel. See-oh see!
Mary-sweet Mary!-dearest of the dead!
Oh thou wert all an angel ;-save thy wings,
Not altered else, thou holy innocence!
And thou it is, who art my angel-guard.-
And didst thou see, unseen, how, when afar
In France's gay capital, the tidings came
That thou wert dead, I prostrate fell to earth ;—
And dost thou know, how thy death-word of love,
Thy fond regret to die, and I not seen,
Forever haunts my sorrowing thought? and hast

Thon marked my tears wept o'er thy garments, as
They seemed once more thy faultless form to deck—
Sweet bending lily, touched by the pale rose?
But 'twas thy moral beauty-there it beams,
And let me gaze to rapture. Ah, fade not,
Dear vision! Gently waves that lovely hand,
As the mist hides her; and she seems to say,
Good night! I guard thy slumbers,―rest in peace.

LINES.

BY MRS. EMMA WILLARD.

Matthew 7. xxiv, xxv.

SAVIOUR Divine! what fav'ring grace
Shall mark his way, who seeks thy face,-
Whose ear and hand are ready still
To learn and do thy holy will?

Shall morning's mildest fragrance come
With song of birds, to cheer his home-
And gentle shower-and rainbow bright-
And dewy eve with starry light?

Ah! see yon clouds, a darkening throng,
Borne by the boding winds along!
Behold the lightning's fiery flash!
Hear the dread thunder's fearful crash!

That storm must o'er his dwelling sweep;
Now burst its terrors, fierce and deep!
But be of cheer-it stands the shock,
Based on the EVERLASTING ROCK!

Thus didst THOU lead, dear suffering Love,
Through sorrow's wave, to joys above;
The storms of earth for heaven prepare,-
The trial here,-the triumph there.