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VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.

The following song is extracted from a volume of poems translated from the German Lyric Poets, by Charles T. Brooks, and published in this city by Wm. Crosby & Co., booksellers. The original is by Rosegarten. ED.

VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.

Through night to light!-And though to mortal eyes
Creation's face a pall of horror wear,

Good cheer! good cheer! the gloom of midnight flies;
Then shall a sunrise follow, mild and fair.

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Through storm to calm!--And though his thunder-car
The rumbling tempest drive through earth and sky,
Good cheer! good cheer! The elemental war
Tells that a blessed, healing hour is nigh.

Through frost to spring!-And though the biting blast
Of Eurus stiffen nature's juicy veins,

Good cheer! good cheer! When winter's wrath is past,
Soft murmuring spring breathes sweetly o'er the plains.

Through strife to peace!-And though with bristling front,
A thousand frightful deaths encompass thee,

Good cheer! good cheer! Brave thou the battle's brunt,
For the peace march and song of victory.

Through sweat to sleep!-And though the sultry noon,
With heavy, drooping wing, oppress thee now,
Good cheer! good cheer! The cool of evening soon
Shall lull to sweet repose thy weary brow.

Through cross to crown!-And though thy spirit's life
Trials untold assail with giant strength,

Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife,
And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length.

Through wo to joy!-And though at morn thou weep,
And though the midnight find thee weeping still,
Good cheer! good cheer! The shepherd loves his sheep;
Resign thee to the watchful Father's will.

Through death to life! And through this vale of tears,
And through this thistle-field of life, ascend

To the great supper in that world whose years
Of bliss unfading, cloudless, know no end.

She who is the most amiable, intelligent, and virtuous, is the most beautiful in the eyes of the discerning. The enjoyment of her love is the most valuable of all earthly possessions.

CLEANLINESS.-REFLECTION.

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CLEANLINESS.-Keeping the body clean is of great importance, since more than one half of what we eat and drink is evacuated by perspiration, and if the skin is not kept clean, the pores are stopped, and perspiration consequently prevented, to the great injury of the health. It is highly necessary to the health and cheerfulness of children; for when it is neglected they grow pale, meagre, and squalid, and subject to several loathsome and troublesome diseases. Washing the hands, face, mouth, and feet, and occasionally the whole body, conduces to health, strength, and ease, and tends to prevent colds, rheumatism, cramps, palsy, the itch, toothache, and many other maladies. Attention to cleanliness of body would also lead to cleanliness in regard to clothes, victuals, apartments, beds and furniture. A knowledge of the nature of the mephitic gases; of the necessity of pure atmospheric air to health and vigor; and of the means by which infection is produced and communicated, would lead persons to see the propriety of frequently opening doors and windows to dissipate consumpted air, and to admit the refreshing breeze; of sweeping cobwebs from the corners and ceilings of the room, and of removing dust, straw, or filth of any kind which is offensive to the smell, and in which infection might be deposited. By such attention, fevers and other malignant disorders might be prevented, vigor, health, and serenity promoted, and the whole dwelling and its inmates present an air of cheerfulness and comfort, and become the seat of domestic felicity.-Dick's Essays.

THE LOST SISTER OF WYOMING. An Authentic Narrative. By Rev. John Tod. Northampton, Mass.: Published by J. H. Butler.

The narrative here related is one of the deepest interest. In 1778, the Indians came upon a family in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania, and captured a little girl, five years old, whom they carried away, and nothing was ever heard from her until sixty years afterward. Her name was Frances Slocum. The frequent inquiries and the various searches made for her by her brothers during the long period of sixty years, the manner in which she was at last discovered, the meeting of the brothers and her sister, and the narrative of the sister of her capture and life among the Indians, form altogether a story of remarkable incident.

We trust, by this brief notice, we have awakened an interest to read the narrative, and to become fully acquainted with its interesting details. For sale by the booksellers in this city.

2. 'Tis the last rose of summer; then let it remain,
And still let its sweetness enliven the plain;
O, rob it not yet of its beauty or bloom,-
Full soon will it wither, and sink to the tomb.

3. No! I'll wreath round it kindly the leaves of the stem,
That the wind may not visit too roughly the gem;

I will watch its bright leaves till they wither and droop,
And when they are fallen, will gather them up.

4. And O, should its fate be an emblem of mine;
Should the chains of affection which around me now twine,
The bright links of kindred, be lost one by one,
Till the last of the loved ones be faded and gone, -

5. O then, may the world view with pity my fate,
Nor add wounds to the sorrow it cannot abate;
But may kindness and feeling assuage all my woes,
Till I calmly and quietly fall like the Rose!