a real and substantial part of our world as the earth on which we walk. Empty space would no more do for our bodies to live in, than it would for our feet to tread upon. The atmosphere, that is, the case of air in which the solid globe is enveloped, is composed of matter as well as that solid globe itself. As the one is matter in a solid, so the other is matter in a fluid state. It is merely a thinner fluid than water, which also rests upon and encompasses a great part of the earth; but as fishes exist and can only exist in their ocean of water, so do we exist and can exist only in our ocean of air. THE VISIBLE FIRMAMENT. Ir the sun, at the same distance it now is, were larger, it would light the whole world, but it would consume it with heat. If it were smaller, the earth would be all ice, and could not be inhabited by men. What compass has been stretched from heaven to earth, and taken such measurements? The changes of the sun make the variety of the seasons, which we find so delightful. The spring checks the cold winds, wakens the flowers, and gives the promise of fruits. The summer brings the riches of the harvest. The autumn displays the fruits that spring has promised. Winter, which is the night of the year, treasures up all its riches, only in order that the following spring may bring them forth with new beauty. Thus nature, so variously adorned, presents alternately her beautiful changes, that man may never cease to admire. Let us look up again at the immense concave above us, where sparkle the countless stars. If it bę solid, who is the architect? Who is it that has fastened in it, at regular distances, such grand and luminous bodies? Who makes this vaulted sky to turn round us so regularly? If, on the contrary, the heavens are only immense spaces, filled with fluid bodies, like the air that surrounds us, how is it that so many solid bodies float in it, without interfering one with another? After so many ages that men have been making astronomical observations, they have discovered no derangement in the heavens. Can a fluid body give such a constant and regular order to the substances that float on its bosom? But what is this almost countless multitude of stars for? God has sown them in the heavens, as a magnificent prince would adorn his garments with precious stones. COWPER, ON THE RECEIPT OF HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE. O THAT those lips had language! Life has pass'd 1 My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd Not scorn'd in Heav'n, though little notic'd here. Could Time, his flight revers'd, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissu'd flow'rs, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, THE TEMPTING MOMENT. "Do to others as ye would they should do to you.”—Bible. "HA! ha!" shouted John Harris, and ran laughing down the street. "What do you guess I have seen, boys? Old aunt Miffin is fast asleep over her pail of blueberries. Come softly, softly, boys, and we will have fine fun." The boys all run on tiptoe to the corner where aunt Miffin, as she was called, usually sat when she came to the village to sell fruit. She was old and very poor, but she was a good woman, and always kind to children; and John Harris was her especial favourite. She loved him for the sake of his grandmother, who had been the friend of her youth, and many a ripe red apple, and many a roll of gingerbread, had aunt Miffin brought to John when he was a tiny boy. As he grew larger, she gave him such playthings as boys like a ball, which she had made herself, and a kite which she hired Ben Purdy to make, and paid him by hemming his handkerchief. And then she once gave John a bright ten cent piece to spend at Independence; and the new-year's day after he was ten years old, she presented him with a choice little book of "Hymns for Good Children." Why did John Harris seek to injure aunt Miffin? It was simply because he liked fun and frolic. He was not a malicious or cruel boy. He did not really intend to injure any one; but he was mischievous and thoughtless; and by indulging his propensities for fun he often caused great distress to those persons whom he really loved. Then, when he found how much trouble he had given his friends, he would |