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Make Haste to Live.

For thou so soon must die;

Time hurries past thee like the breeze

How swift its moments fly!

Make haste, O man, to live!

To breathe, and wake, and sleep,

To smile, to sigh, to grieve,

To move in idleness through earth,

This, this is not to live!

Make haste, O man, to live!

Make haste, O man, to do

Whatever must be done;

Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,

Thy day will soon be gone.

Make haste, O man, to live!

Up then with speed, and work :

Fling ease and self away:

This is no time for thee to sleep,

Up, watch, and work, and pray!

Make haste, O man, to live!

The useful, not the great,

The thing that never dies,

The silent toil that is not lost –

Set there before thine eyes.

Make haste, O man, to live!

The seed, whose leaf and flower,

Though poor in human sight,

Brings forth at last the eternal fruit,

Now thou by day and night.

Make haste, O man, to live!

Make haste, O man, to live,

Thy time is almost o’er:

O sleep not, dream not, but arise,

The Judge is at the door!

Make haste, O man, to live!

Gladstone and Disraeli.

All who hear Mr. Gladstone must perceive that there is a mixture of ani- mosity and contempt in his treatment of Mr. Disraeli which he never betrays when replying to any other speaker. He then becomes most animated, puts forth all his strength and oratorical science, and seems not only bent on defeating an opponent, but on crush- ing an enemy. In the shock of these two antagonists we see the last re- mains of the bitter political feeling of the last generation, which has been dying out since the repeal of the Corn Laws in 1846, and the key to these feelings must be sought in the history of those times. Mr. Gladstone was the chosen friend and disciple of Sir Ro- bert Peel; Mr. Disraeli his bitter and unscrupulous enemy. Had it not been for Mr. Disraeli, the repeal of the Corn Laws would probably have been ac- quiesced in by the country gentlemen, the Conservatives would never have split, and the Protectionist party would never have existed. It was Mr. Disraeli who urged the Tory rank and file to turn out their natural leaders, and take himself in their place; who shortened the life of Peel by his veno- mous accusations, and caused Glad- stone, Sidney Herbert, Newcastle, Cardwell, and others, to wander as outcasts, under the name of Peplites, till Lord Aberdeen’s Government in 1853. The first time that Mr. Disraeli gained the climax of his ambition in high office was in 1852, as Chancellor of the Exchequer, and then it was that Mr. Gladstone met him in fair fight, and overthrew him in the sight of friends and foes. His budget was mercilessly dissected—he had to beat an ignominious retreat—and Mr. Gladstone succeeded to his office, to reap his greenest laurels where his op- ponent had exhibited his greatest fail- ure. All who heard the speech of 1852 must have thought of it while Mr. Gladstone was speaking the other night. It was not the mere Franchise Bill that roused his energies. The memories of a life were present to him, and he was answering the man who had driven him from the track of poli- tical life he meant to pursue, and led him to find friends he never dreamed of. Mr. Disraeli was now occupying the post as Conservative leader of the House of Commons, which Mr. Glad- stone had probably looked forward to in moments of early ambition. By clever jockeying he obtained the post of leader fifteen years earlier than his rival; and this was the man who ven- tured to taunt him with his youthful aspirations, which he himself had been the principal agent in frustrating.

If the Ministry are beaten, and dis- solve on the cry of reform or no reform, the Tories will assuredly be beaten, but a fierce spirit will be aroused, and the lovers of wild popular energies will clap their hands. The Tories will not be able to direct the course of af- fair as they do now, but will depend for moderation on the mercies of their opponents. Mr. Disraeli has raised once more the old standard of Toryism, which we thought had been laid up for ever in some old baronial hall, or buried in the grave of Lord Eldon. It means that change as change is bad, that reform of our institutions is un- necessary, and that these have a self- adapting power, if left to themselves, to conform to the wants of ever advan- cing time. This doctrine is held in spite of the fact that change is the great rule of nature; in spite of the teachings of history confirming the wise aphorism of Bacon, “morosa re- rum retentio res turbulentas est, neque ac novitas.” We thought it was the Conservatives—-that is, the advocates of moderate progress-—who were op- posed to the Liberals in the House of Commons, till Mr. Disraeli raised the old battle-cry. We now know that we have to deal with the old spirit which opposed the abolition of the punishment of death for stealing five shillings from the pocket, with the same violent antagonism as if it had been an act to abolish monarchy. We cannot believe that many will follow such a cry, but we grieve to see among the number General Peel, with head- long excitement, offering himself as a leader. General Peel, in whose sound judgment and common sense his brother, the great Sir Robert, placed such confidence, that he is said to have been the only man with whom he talk- ed over some of his most important measures. General Peel now places himself side by side with his brother’s enemy, in opposition to all reform, for his speeches will bear no other sense; thus turning his back on his own opinions and acts seven years ago. We discredit the rumours current, that it is necessary for the “Tory” party to “blood their hounds;” that office has irresistible charms, if it be only for three months, in order that a few bishops and magistrates may be made, and a few pensions and places granted. Such sordid views can never actuate a great party: but if the Tor-

ies act now as they blamed the Whigs for acting in 1859 about their own Reform Bill, they stand self-condem- ned; but if they assist in settling a troublesome obstacle in the way of peaceable progress, their magnanimity will be appreciated, and the, country will not forget it. Mr. Gladstone sup- ported them in 1859, and it was not his fault that reform was not then car- ried. Let them support him now in return. If they do not, the words of Carlyle, once applied to the great Peel, will be true of Gladstone:—"The largest verascity ever done in Parlia- ment in our time, as we all know, was of this man's doing; and I believe England, in her dumb way, remembers that too. The 'traitor Peel' can very well afford to let innumerable ducal costermongers, parliamentary adventur- ers, and lineal representatives of the Impenitent Thief, say all their say about him, and do all their do. With a virtual England at his back, and an actual eternal sky above him, there is not much in the total net amount of that. When the master of the horse rides abroad, many dogs in the village bark; but he pursues his journey all the same."—Fortnightly Review.

Wealth Well Used.

The last number of the Foreign Mis- SIONARY contains among its acknowledge- ments the gift of a New York gentle- man, of $5,000. One might be tempted to inquire whether, in view of the ex- treme destitution of the city poor, that sum might not be better devoted to their necessities. On inquiry, however, it will be found that this $5,000 is hardly a tithe of what this same man dispenses in char- ities, most of which are at home. Surely, then, he may be permitted to send a lit- tle abroad. This same man may be oc- casionally seen in the Fifth avenue as he gets into his carriage of an afternoon, after a heavy day's work. He is rather under medium size, of plain attire, with locks somewhat blanched, and a sensible, every-day countenance, such as you might expect in a good business man. He carries a heavy burden on his should- ers, nothing less than that of an estate of several millions, which he inherited from his father, who was one of the merchant princes of New York at the beginning of the present century. All this he has ad- ministered with the utmost care, for the sole purpose of doing good. He avoids the world, and dwells apart in his own little circle; he allows no applicants to see him, but seeks out worthy objects, or listens to the appeals of well-known channels of charity. Every day he at- tends closely to business, with the aid of his collector and agent, and then finds a quiet amusement in his private library, which is one of the finest in the world, or in his picture gallery which is unequal- led in America. All his income, after paying his current expenses, is devoted to doing good, and his influence is felt in the cause of benevolence throughout the world. This accounts for that $5,000. Such are the leading points in the char- acter of that humble Christian, known as James Lenox.—Lo. Co. News.

Queen Victoria and the
Fenians.

A London correspondent of the "New York Tribune" writes:

An interesting anecdote of the Queen's humanity and attachment to her army has just come to my knowledge. You may have noticed in the news from Ire- land the trial of a Sergeant Derrangh for Fenianism, of which he was found guilty and sentenced to be shot. When the war- rant was brought to the Queen for signa- ture, her consent was urgently solicited on the grounds of the necessity of mak- ing an example, and at length obtained, though she burst into tears in the act of recording it. Within an hour afterward she sent for the warrant again and torn it to pieces—and God bless her for it! The act will effect more toward extirpa- ting Fenianism in the ranks—if it exist there—than all the constables, spies, lawyers, judges and hangmen within the fair seas of Brittian could do.

How Pennsylvania Coal was
Discovered.

A writer in the “New York Observer” asserts that Col. George Shoemaker, a gentleman of Teutonic origin, was the discoverer of Pennsylvania coal. He lived on the Schuylkill, and owned ex- tensive tracts. The writer goes on to say.

“It chanced one day that in construc- ting a lime kiln he used some of the black stones that were lying about the place.

‘Mine Got! mine Got! der ethones po all on fire!’ exclaimed the astonished Dutchman, when the rich glow of the ignited anthracite met his gaze. The neighbors, who, of course, were few and far between, were, after much ado, as- sembled to witness the marvel. This hap- pened in 1812. Shortly after, mine host loaded a Pennsylvania team with the black stones and journeyed to Philadel- phia, a distance of 93 miles. There un- foreseen difficulties were presented. The grates and stoves then in use were not constructed to facilitate the combustion of anthracite, and burn it would not ! After many ineffectual efforts to ignite the product, it was thrown aside as worth- less, and our discomfited German, who had beguiled his toilsome way to the metropolis with dreams of ingots, return- ed to digest his disappointment in his uncertain solitude." — Lo. Co. News.

A Match Factory.

A match factory in Western New York is noted for the curious machinery used in the manufacture. 720,000 feet of pine of the best quality are used annually for the matches, and 400,000 feet of bass- wood for cases. The sulphur used an- nually for the matches is 400 barrels, and the phosphorus is 9,600 pounds. The machines run night and day, and 300 hands are employed at the works. 600 pounds of paper per day are used to make the light small boxes for holding the matches, and four tons of paste- board per week for the larger boxes. Sixty-six pounds of flour per day are used for paste, and the penny stamps re- quired by government on the boxes a- mount to the snug little sum of $1,440 per day.

There are four machines in use for cutting, dipping and delivering the mat- ches. The two-inch pine plank is sawed up the length of the match, which is 2½ inches. These go into the machine for cutting, where at every stroke 12 mat- ches are cut, and by the succeeding stroke pushed into slats arranged on a double chain 250 feet long, which carries them to the sulphur vat, and from thence to the phosphorous vat and thus across the room and back, returning them at a point just in front of the cutting machine, and where they are delivered in their natural order, and are gathered up by a boy into trays and sent to the packing room. Thus 1,000 gross or 144,000 small boxes of matches are made per day. The ma- chines for making the small, thin paper boxes and their covers are quite as in- geniously contrived as those that make the matches. A long coil of paper, as wide as the box is long, revolves on a wheel, one end being in the machine. It first passes through rollers, where the printing is done, from thence to the pasteboxes, where the sides and ends on- ly are pasted; from thence to the folding apparatus, where the ends are nicely folded and the whole box is pasted to- gether and drops into a basket. A sim- ilar machine is at work at the covers, and thus 144,000 boxes per day are manufac- tured."-—Lo. Co. News.

Money.

Men work for it, fight for it, beg for it, steal for it, starve for it, and die for it. And all the while, from the cradle to the grave, nature and God are thun- dering in our ears the solemn question -

"What shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"

This madness for money is the strong- est and lowest of the passions; it is the in- satiate Moloch of the human heart, be- fore whose remorseless altar all the finer attributes of humanity are sacrificed. It makes merchandise of all that is sacred in human affections, and even traffics in the awful solemnities of the eternal.

The Roots of Slavery.

There are many roots of slavery left in the ground, though the main trunk has been cut down, and these roots must not be allowed to shoot forth new sprouts. The roots themselves must be torn to work of the greatest difficulty with us, because slavery attached itself in our country to a race. It extended, and still extends, in many portions of the country; the degradation inherent in slavery to the color of the formerly enslaved people. A free negro stood always nearer to the slave, legally and socially, than to the freeman of the dominant people. As to state sovereignty it is a provincial egotism, which all history shows is pleasing to most men of minor aspirations. The American problem is, to unite the highest degree of self-government, not only of the states, but of a thousand institutions, with the fullest nationality and the plain- est and warmest patriotism—undivided devotion to the whole country. The national policy is the normal type of modern government.—-Dr. Lieber.

The Hearty Christian.

A hearty Christian is one who can work as well as eat. If there is a heavy load to carry in Christ's cause, he takes to it at once. If there is a wall to build, he is the man to lift the big stones. If some one has to go out into the storm and endure pelting opposition, who so able to bear it as his broad breast and brawny arms? A man that loves Christ loves work. A dyspeptic christian dreads work. A lazy Christian shirks it. What a hospital is many a church! Here lies one poor man down with a paralysis of faith. Here is another laid up by a sprain which he got by a sudden fall into temptation. Here is one whom the fever of passion has turned out; he looks hardly worth the medicine to cure him. And for another he is under pastoral treat- ment for the blindness of unbelief! and for another, whose gaping wound reveals the spot where Satan's fiery dart went in! A revival commonly clears the church hospital. But a long period of spiritual declension cramps it to the doorway. O, what need that he who went through Galilee healing all manner of diseases, should come into some of our hearts.— Lo. Co. New

The Mistake-—What
Keeps you Back.

"Brother Nettleton," said a New Eng- land pastor, whom that once eminent revi- valist was visiting," "I wish you would talk to some of our young converts a little."

"What is the special difficulty?" asked Mr. N.

"They are tardy in making a profes- sion of their faith," was the reply. "There is young Hobart, who trusts that he experienced a saving change nearly a year ago; yet he shrinks from confessing Christ before men. He is come in this evening for a little practice in singing; I wish you would speak with him."

"Give me an opportunity to see him alone, then," said Mr. Nettleton. The pastor did so.

Introducing the subject with his usual tact, he soon drew from the young man his reasons for declining to take upon himself the vows of Christian discipleship. "It seems, sir, like challenging the world to look at me, a miserable sinner that I am, as a representative of Christ-—like setting myself up as something specially good—- proclaiming my own righteousness in short. I can not bear the thought of even seeming to say to others: 'Stand by; I am holier than ye,' when I realize so painfully how imperfect I am."

"I understand you, friend Hobart, and believe you are sincere in this expression of humility. But it seems to me that you have made a mistake with regard to this matter. It is not yourself, but Christ, that you are asked to profess. Surely you believe Him to be the 'chiefest a- mong ten thousand,' the altogether lovely —-a great God and a Saviour'?"

"Yes, sir, he is that to me; I love him, and feel that I can never love him too much."

"Well—that is what you are to confess to the world!-—that Jesus is infinitely good and precious, while you are vile and sin- ful—and has laid you under everlasting obligations to love and serve Him, and that, with the help of His promised grace, you will try to fulfill those obliga- tions. You are willing, I trust, that your fellow-men should know this?"

"Yes, sir, I am; and if I had looked at the subject in that light, I should not have hesitated so long. But I was so afraid of 'setting up for a saint,' as the world says. I see now that it is Christ, and not myself, I am to hold up; and that to make a profession of religion is to tell what a glorious Saviour He is, to pardon and make a child of a sinner like me. I do love Him, trust Him and mean to serve him; and the world shall know it."

Are any of our readers making the same mistake which Mr. Nettleton so happily corrected in the above sketch?

Beginning the Day with God.

There are many toiling ones whose time is not at their own command, but there is no one who cannot hold converse with God. His ear can hear amid the clang and roar of machinery, or the hum of hundreds of voices. The heart can go up to him no matter what the surroundings. Wherever Abraham pitched his tent, there he raised up an altar to the Lord. So, wherever the Christian heart is, there is also an accepta- ble altar from which the incense of prayer and praise may ascend.

Yet there are few who may not, if they will, find time and place for private com- munion with God before entering on the morning's duties.

Gen. Havelock would rise at four, if the hour for marching was at six, rather than lose the precious privilege of communion with his God, before setting out.

Luther, in his busiest seasons, felt that praying time was never lost. When re- markably pressed with labors he would say, “I have so much to do that I cannot get on without three hours a day praying.”

Sir Matthew Hale also bears this testi- mony: “If I omit praying and reading God's word in the morning, nothing goes well all day.” How many of us may find here the cause of many of our failures, and consequent discontent and unhappiness.

Bangkok Recorder.

Why Rice is so dear

Foreign business in this city is now extremely dull. The prices of Rice, the leading staple of the country still remain wonderfully high considering the great amount of the grain there must be in the country, and the fine prospects of a bountiful crop within three months of the harvest. What the grand cause of this state of the rice market may be is a question hard to solve. A large share of the influ- ences which conspire to this result, probably, take their rise in the fact that both the native growers of the grain and native ship owners who ex- port it are yet young and compara- tively inexperienced in the business of commerce, and do not as readily conform to a state when prices of the great staple should be cheap as more age and experience would lead them to do. The former are like children who have so long been fed with sweet meats, and have had their digestive functions thereby so depraved that you cannot reconcile them to any other than a sweet meat diet. The rice growers have been so long indul- ged with exorbitant prices for their grain, that they are determined to keep up the prices of it at the great risk of coming out penny wise and pound foolish. They are disgusted with the idea of over selling rice again as cheaply as they sold it 3 years ago, however well they could afford to do so. The same unbending adherence to high prices for labor is seen among all other classes of the natives. For exam- ple our coolies, who had their wages raised in the time of the great scarcity and dearness of rice, will not now con- sent to work for lower wages when food is more plenty and cheap. It is exceedingly difficult if not impossible to incline them to conform to such a change.

The native ship owners, having not much short of a hundred square rigged merchant vessels at command, and being in circumstances in which they can better afford to give high prices for rice than foreigners can, and being unwilling to have their tonnage lie idle, are ever ready to indulge the rice owners in their high demands. This seems to us a plausible reason why Europeans and Americans cannot pro- cure the grain at lower figures. If the natives had much fewer vessels, not nearly enough to export all the mer- chandise annually offered for exporta- tion, foreigners could have some pow- er to bring down the prices of rice. But as the rice growers are now but little dependent on the vessels of forei- gners, the latter can hence have but little control of the rice market. We see not how they can do much in any way to bring about a change in their favor unless they can effect it through the Steam Mills, which we learn are now hulling nearly all the rice that is exported. If they can keep that pow- er and increase it they may do much in controlling the prices of Rice. But this power is liable to pass out of their hands as that of the Bangkok Ship- ping has done. Native speculators are preparing themselves to take the pow- er when it begins to shift hands, and when they do so foreign speculators in rice will have to retire or learn to do their business with as little profit as the natives do.

It is, we may say, unfortunate for foreign business men that they have furnished the natives with so many merchant vessels, some 30 or 40 with- in a few years, putting into their hands so much power to control the export- ation of the great staple of the coun- try. But who shall say that it is not in the same proportion fortunate for the growers of rice and for the people of the country generally, that the na- tive business men have thus adroitly managed to get the control of Siam- ese commerce into their own hands! We are not of that class who think white rice at ¼ of a tical (32 cents) per basket, from month to month and year to year, will operate as a calami- ty to the people, no not even to the poorer classes. We are of the opinion that such a state of the market is working great good to these classes, making it necessary for them to be far more provident and industrious than formerly. Rice at only half that price, as it used to be, did but foster idleness and improvidence, and was hence in its influence, in one sense, as much a curse as a blessing. The high prices of rice causes other articles of food of almost all kinds to rise to a proportionate high figure. And all this we think is working real good.

Some think that a great cause of the present high prices of rice is that there has been so much money brought into the country by trade and so little sent out, that the rice dealers have buried their money in the earth and hence feel emboldened to risk much in holding back their rice for high prices. We confess to little faith in this explanation. Our long experience with both Siamese and Chinese lead us to think it quite unlike them to hoard up money in that way. Those who have made money these late years have expended nearly all of it upon their own persons, equipage, houses boats, ships, and Buddhist temples.

Petchaburee No 6.

The building of the royal palace and its accompaniments or satellites on mount Nakawa Kiree was com- menced, if we recollect rightly, in the year 1859, and was a little more than four years in coming to a stage in which it would be said to be finished. But the truth is, royal palaces whether in the city or the country are much like Buddhist temples in being scarce- ly ever finished. There were at the beginning of the work, as we have been credibly informed, 1000 Lao- sians called out of their neighboring villages to do the king's work—-t'am rachakan-—in the mount 6 months out of 12. The first thousand were allowed to be exchanged for a fresh relay of a second thousand after a service of two months, and those again were exchanged for the first thousand after they had completed the same term of service; and thus they were exchanged during the first 12 months. There were then, it seems, only about 2000 able bodied men of all the Lao- sians in that quarter, living in six or eight villages within 15 miles of the mount. These men were not only obliged to work without pay, but also to board themselves far away from their homes, as also to provide themselves with nearly all the tools they needed for their work. Their work was at first to open a road up the mount by blasting a way through the craggy lime stone rocks and thus prepare it for future flagging with brick. The blasting was chiefly done by making large fires in close contact with the rocks which they wished to break to pieces. But sometimes they were too large to be cracked in this way, and then they would split them with powder. Having thus cut a zig- zig way for a road, they were set to the work of building up the sides of the cliffs with small stones cemented together by a composition of lime sand and molasses. They got their stones from the rocks as above descri- bed. We then saw them scattered all about the mount gathering up stones and carrying them in baskets swung on poles resting on the shoulders of two men. It appeared to us, as in- deed it was, a very tedious work.

The second year government called out 500 of the Laosians every month, and so arranged it that every able bo- died man of the 2000 should do gov- ernment work on the mount 3 months of the year. In the third and fourth years 300 of them were thus employ- ed every month. According to this calculation these 2000 Laos men were taxed the first year with 365,000 days work—-the 2nd year 182,500, the 3rd year 109,500 days and the 4th year the same, making in the aggregate during those four years the sum total of 764,500 days equal to 25,483 months or 2,123½ years. Now this ser- vice, estimated according to the gov- ernment valuation of the services of each man, which is 6 ticals per month, and by which they are allowed to com- mute their taxes, would amount to the startling sum of 152,898 ticals, equal to $91,738. Is not this a crushing taxation to levy on a class of subjects whose honesty and good citizenship has never been surpassed if indeed equalled by any other class of people in the kingdom? And yet though they have groaned under this terrible oppression, as did the children of Israel in Egypt, they seem not to have been diminished by it, but rather in- creased. They are now a remarkably hale race of men, and their women and children appear far more ruddy than the families of the Siamese who are their lords. Let it be repeated and well considered that these 2000 Laosians supported their families and rendered unrequited service to the government of the country in the course of those four years to the a- mount of 784,500 days which at the government estimate was worth $91,738. By this we may see how much men, even the ignorant heathen may do for themselves and save for the public good by the simplest possi- ble diet and the most rigged economy. It should be said also to the praise of those Laosian families that all their men women and children clothe their per- sons entirely excepting only their feet, which their neighbors the Siamese scarcely never do.

It is due to the Siamese govern- ment to say, that it allows those Lau- sians to grow all the rice they can find time for, on government land free from taxation.

It appears from credible data be- fore us that the Siamese government has expended on that palace mount the sum of 3000 changs of silver, which is 240,000 ticals, equal to $144,000. Add to this the govern- ment estimate of the unrequited ser- vices of the Laotians as above set forth, and we have the sum of $235,738. Outside of this sum the king has ex- pended for making roads, refitting and garnishing idol caverns in the neigh- boring mountains large sums of mo- ney. He seems to have determined that Petchaburee and its suburbs shall be a city befitting a heathen king who has had his mind much enlarged by European knowledge and science, but unconverted to christianity. On the new market which he has caused to be erected in the city he has expanded not less, probably, than 2000 changs of money equal to $96,000. It consists of two lines of two storied brick buil- dings, each about half a mile long on either side of a wide street,—the site of an old market—which was a mere jumble of the most rickety sheds and hovels. The dwellings connected with them were but little better, and the street between them was but a narrow filthy lane. The new street is wide, well elevated with brick-walled sewers on either side. The market stalls in front of the brick buildings are neat and tidy, and the occupants are obliged to keep them cleanly and the street well swept. The rent which the occupants have to pay government is $3.60 per month for about 20 feet in length of the block divided into 3 rooms on the lower story with the use of 12 feet width of frontage for exposing their goods under an awning. It is understood that they must occupy rooms in the new buildings if they would continue to have any part or lot in the business of the market.

The city proper is on the east side of the river, (the latter running north,) and was in ancient time surrounded by a massive brick wall. But very little of that wall is now to be seen. The ruins of it have been removed to aid in the formation of new brick buildings not only in the market but also on the palace mount. Two bridg- es cross the river, the one most south- erly being old fashioned and rude, the other made after European style and very tasty. This is about 80 yards long and 10 wide, and connects the most northern end of the market with good carriage roads on the west side of the river leading to the palace mount and other mounts at the west and N. W. of the town.

There is a stable of royal ponies near the 6 country palaces of princes and lords on the west side of the river containing usually from 20 to 30 steeds of various grades; some of them being small and but little spirited and some large and full of mettle. The establishment cannot properly be called a livery stable, because the horses are not kept there for hire, but only for the use of the king and his family and princes, nobles and lords. Still it should be said to the praise of His Majesty and his ministers in charge, that no European or Ameri- can is prohibited the privilege of em- ploying those ponies if properly ap- plied for, and with a moderate remu- neration to the keepers for their troub- le.

There are several very pleasant routes on which a party may have a horse back-ride or a drive in a buggy or palanquin on good roads of many miles even in the wet season, but in the dry season they may ride their ponies in every direction and to any extent all over the paddy fields. The road to Ków Lóđang is one among several others made for the king's es- pecial accommodation and consequently a good one of about two miles. It runs nearly due north from the palace.

mount. Having passed one third of the distance, you come to a precipi- tons mount of rocks called Kôw P'ra-nom qua the sacred mount, being not less than 60 feet high with a base of not more, probably, than 30 rods in circumference. As usual for all mountain peaks, it has been crowned with a pagola, and its base furnished with a few buildings for the accomo- dation of Buddhist priests and their followers who would worship Buddh there. While idolaters have done what they could to make it a’omin- able, God its maker has covered it with his own beautiful shrubbery, and by their rich foliage, interspersed with trailing flowers, He speaks to man and both invites and commands him to worship only the almighty and etern- al Spirit who filleth all immensity and inhabiteth all eternity.

The road to Kow Looang passes by hundreds of rich paddy fields on either side. When you come to the foot of the mount a very unique road with brick steps up a tolerably steep ac- clivity through a delightful arbor of the lan toms will invite you strongly to ascend it, and you will do well to comply. It will lead you up a hund- red rods or more to the great subterra- nean idol galleries which the king has caused to be swept and garnished and replenished with idols at great expense with the view of perpetuating his name down many future ages as being the most enlightened king which Siam has ever had, and yet a stanch Buddhist. In entering the cave you descend by one of the natural sky-light openings down a steep flight of brick steps a distance of 90 feet where you arrive, as it were, at the ante-chamber, and here you are ush- ered into the presence of giant gilded images of Buddh, and what purports to be a fac simile of all the wonder- ful marks on the soles of his feet by which his foot prints are ever certain- ly identified. Thence you go down a rather steep declivity 10 or 15 feet through a narrow opening to the great central circular hall which is about 100 feet in diameter. It has a natural sky-light directly over its cen- tre appropriated wholly to itself, and probably not less than 100 feet from the floor. The opening at the top is nearly a circle, and appears to be 10 feet in diameter. With this exception, the arched roof of the hall is hung with the most beautiful stalactites. On the shrubbery growing around the sky-light you may see monkeys gain- bolling and ever and anon peering down to see what you are doing in that idolatrous pit.

At the left hand side of the central hall as you come into it there is a narrow avenue leading into another apartment of that subterranean temple. By the side of the dark passage on your right hand as you enter it, lies in a senseless state, like Buddh in Nip- pan, an image of Buddh 20 feet in length and otherwise suitably pro- portioned. A narrow gate-way con- ducts you into the 3d hall. This, too, has its own natural sky-light. In this apartment there is a little pagoda, which the king built and honored a few years since by depositing in it with his own hands some little specks of the supposed relics of Buddh’s bones. They were probably picked up in that hall, and identified as being real relics by the little agitation they are said to have manifested when touched by lemon juice. Another test said to be infallible, is, that a speck of it when put into the eye will pro- duce no irritation however long it may remain. At the farther end of the 3d hall there is a long dark passage to the old entrance which is said to be haunted by ghosts and devils. One of our Siamese girls on a certain time when there with us, affirmed that she then lost her pahome in a most mis- terious way while gazing into that dark passage. It was a human devil no doubt that took it from her.

Almost every nook and crevice of these three caverns is occupied by a gilded image of Buddh of various dimensions, from that of the recum- bent monster above mentioned, to those of four inches in length. There are many hundreds of them. Most of the larger ones of the size of man and children in their teens are sitting, while the smaller are standing. In this pious work of garnishing and replenishing these halls with idols, many princes, nobles, and lords have vied with one another in their contributions to it and have attached their names to the idols which they have severally made. The gilding on most of them seems to be quite rich.

The most truthful remark that can be made of these things is, that they are vile abominations, and abhorrent in the sight of Jehovah the one living and only true God. But the natural scenery is rich and well worthy of being studied by a christian student. Amateurs in the natural sciences will find in those caves and many smaller ones in the same mount a large and interesting field for inves- tigation. Should we look into the hundreds that are said to be in that mount, we should, in all probability, find every one a receptacle of images of Buddh. It is a remarkable fact that Buddhism always displays her piety by consecrating to idolatry all the caverns and peaks of rocky mountains. If you will but for a moment take a stroll of five minutes from these caves to a commanding peak on the same mount, you will see the ruins of an old temple made of red free stone and many mutilated images of Buddh and imaginary celestial beings as large as an adult Siamese, in all imaginable positions and conditions of disgrace. We once took the head of one of them and brought it openly down the hill and exhibited it to a company of men who were employed in refitting the great caverns. They took not the least exception to our carrying the head home with us, and seemed to consider the affair as a pleasant joke. O for the almighty Spirit's quickening power to turn this deluded people "from darkness to light and from the power of satan unto God!"

LOCAL.
A trip down the western
coast of the Gulf.

The Siam Gun-boat "Impregnable" commander, Capt. Walrond, left Bang- kok about the latter end of June and proceeded to Pinn a populous fishing village at the mouth of the river of that name, and distant from the Bar about 80 miles. From thence she proceeded to Champon, calling at Koh Lak on the way down. There is a small village at the mouth of the Champon River, but the town of Champon is about five hours journey distant. Captain Walrond stayed here three or four days, and then proceed- ed to Lakhon. This province is well populated and Rice, Cotton, and Su- gar cane are cultivated. Tin can also be obtained here. A journey of 5 or 8 hours brings one to the town where there are several ruined Wats—one in particular surrounded by an extensive brick wall in a good state of preser- vation. Extensive preparations were being made for the burning of the late Governor.

Singora, where the steamer next stopped, has a good bazaar, and ap- pears to be the market for the pro- duce of the neighboring provinces. A Danish schooner the "Johanna" was in Port and loading with Rice for Amoy.

Kalantan appears to be a very pros- perous and populous province. It is inhabited by Malaya, and there are al- so a few Chinamen engaged in gold diggings.

A great number of Malay Proas trade between this place and Singa- pore and, besides Rice, Betel-nut, and other produce, carry great numbers of cattle, sheep and fowls for the market at the latter place.

It is said that large quantities of gold, tin, and copper may be obtained at Kalantan and the neighbouring pro- vinces.

The natives say, however, that the gold-mines at Bankapang, which is above Lakhon, are the most extensive, but that the jungle devils are so very ferocious that the greater number of those who go there are attacked with fever.

The Gun-boat arrived at Tringanu about the 9th of July and the same day the Captain went in search of some Piratical junks reported to be in the neighbourhood of Tingeran River, but failed to find any.

At Tringanu more than 200 boats are engaged in the fish trade. There was a Siamese vessel in the River; and a schooner built by the Governor, but not yet finished, was moored op- posite the Fort.

The steamer, having left Tringanu, proceeded to Bangkok, calling at the same ports on the way up, and reached the Bar about the 22nd ult.

During the voyage several suspi- cious looking junks were stopped and examined, but they all proved to be peaceable trading vessels. Con.

The Police Assaulted

On Wednesday last at 1 p.m. two policemen arrested a Chinaman with contraband opium, and were taking him to the police station; but when a little below Wat Koh the prisoner threw himself down and, holding on to a post refused to go further, at the same time calling loudly for assistance. When about fifty Chinamen armed with spears, pikes, three pronged forks, sharpened bamboos, and a variety of other weapons suddenly appeared and attacked the two police men cutting open the head of the nearest; and leav- ing him for dead, drove the other to the nearest bridge, where he was joined by three other policemen, who drew their swords and accepted the challenge, although only 5 to 50. But the nar- rowness of the street saved the police from being overpowered by numbers.

The policemen knew that to turn and run was certain death, therefore there was no choice but to stand their ground and fight, parrying the thrusts and attacking in return until the Chinese turned and fled, leaving pikes and poles on the ground; they howev- er succeeded in taking the prisoner with them. The whole affair lasted only a few minutes, and when the main portion of the police reached the spot all was over. One poor fellow narrowly escaped being pierced through by catching hold of a spear and pushing it on one side. It however pierced his clothes and his hands suf- fered from the sharp instrument. This is the same gang of Chinamen who attacked the police on two former occasions.

As long as the Government receives money for the Opium farm, it is bound to protect it, and this can only be prop- erly done with the assistance of the Police. It should also support and protect the police from being assaulted whenever John Chinaman can bring ten to one against the Police.

Phra Ratrong Moong and Mr. Poh Yim has taken the case in hand, and I am happy to say is dealing fairly with it.

Five of the Police were wounded and six Chinamen.

The Chinamen ought to be severely punished for the unlawful and cowardly way in which they attack the Police on the principle that might is right whenever they wish to release a friend from custody.—-Com.

Died.

On the 5th inst in this city of con- vulsions, the infant son of Henry Alabaster Esquire, Interpreter to the British Consulate.

Capt. J. Bush harbor Master and Mas- ter Attendant, left the city with all his family on the 4th inst. to try the virtues of the New Sanitarium at Ang- hin. We hope that he will return shortly and bring a good report of it. Doubtless he will find many things that can and should be improved.

THE BANGKOK MATERNAL ASSOCI- ATION meet on the 2nd Tuesday of every month. Their next meeting will be at the house of Rev. S. J. Smith at 3 P. M.

The foreign ladies of Bangkok have recently formed themselves into a So- ceity denominated THE LADIES BAZAAR SOCIETY. The Society meet semi- monthly on Thursdays about noon and continue in session till 5 P. M. The meeting this day was at Mrs Bradley's being. conducted by Mrs Chandler.

It is a very pleasing fact that the society of European and American ladies in this heathen city is steadily increasing. They now number about 82 persons, 8 of whom are widows—- 7 single ladies, and 14 mothers—-hav- ing in the aggregate 37 children.

THERE is preaching in the English language every Sabbath day at 4 p. m. in the Prot- estant Chapel, situated on the bank of the BORNEO COMPANY LIMIT- ED.

All are earnestly invited to at- tend, and there is never any want of free seats.

A social prayer and conference meeting is held weekly at the house of the person who is to preach in the Prot. Chapel the next Sabbath day, to which all are invited. The hour of prayer is 4 p. m.

The Prot. Missionaries supply the pulpit in alphabetical rotation.

Courrier de Paris

An opera composed from the "Ara- bian nights" tales-—Zilda and Mon- sieur de Flotou—-Story of a Dove and a parrot—-The new opera by Mons. Gounod—-Cendrillon at the Chatelet—- 260th anniversary of the birth of Cor- neille—-The Chinese Ambassadors—- Suicide—-The Parisian rats.

Summer has at last come upon us—- with one bound we have passed from bitter east winds and cold rain, to the full blaze of a summer sun. The streets of our capital are dry and dus- ty and the Parisians are seeking refuge in the country in order to breathe a little fresh air.

Our theatres are becoming daily more and more deserted and neverthe- less several of our literary authors have deemed the moment a fitting one, to present some new pieces to the pub- lic.

Thus the opera Comique has late- ly given the first performance of a new opera, by Flotou entitled Zilda—the plot of this play is taken from the "A- rabian nights" and has nothing very striking about it—-the music however is bright and sparkling and the piece has been very well received.

The same theatre also a few days ago produced a new piece by Gounod the author of the well known opera Faust "La Colombe" as the play is called, it is more properly speaking an Operetta than an Opera, and is the story of a wonderful "Dove" the pro- perty of the owner of the piece. A young girl with whom the hero is in love is cruelly tormented by a Parrot which belongs to one of her rivals. By means of the gentle Dove, the fair lady is delivered from her enemy, and the play ends as most plays end by happiness and marriage.

The theatre of the Chatelet has at last eclipsed that of the Porte St. Mar- tin, by the production of a new piece feerique entitled Cendrillon which out-rivals in splendour the Biche au Bois.

Alas we must own with shame, that we live in a very degenerate age, our Parisian public no longer cares for the intellectual, and we are far from the days when the first representation of a new play was hissed or applauded ac- cording as it displayed more or less talent on the part of the author. For a play now-a-days to have a successful run in our Paris theatre, it must be resplendent, not with talent, but with magnificent tableaux, rich dresses, lights etc. which strike the eye and mask the puerile nature of the plot.

It is true, that there still exists a small number of persons who have a love of the true literature of the stage and have not yet learned to scoff at the writings of Moliere, Racine and Corneille.

These chosen few, a short time ago, celebrated the 260th anniversary of the birth of Corneille by the represen- tation of the "Cid" at the Theatre Fran- cais in which the great Italian trajedian Rossi performed with great success. After the play was ended the bust of Corneille was solemnly crowned with flowers amidst thunders of applause.

The financial world of Paris has been lately much occupied with an af- fair of forgery, on which a well known banker Mons. Richard plays the princi- pal role. It appears that the above named gentleman had endorsed forged bills of exchange, for the amount of nearly four millions of francs. Find- ing that the affair was discovered and that it was impossible for him to es- cape the hands of justice, M. Richard went to a Maison des Bains where he endeavored to commit suicide, 1st by hanging himself with his cravat, 2nd by opening his veins with a pen knife, and third by drowning himself in the bath. In each of these attempts he was unsuccessful and whilst in the act of endeavouring to drown himself, the door of the bathroom was burst open by the police and he was conveyed to the prison of Mazras where he now awaits his trial.

The rainbow of the brain."

These magnificent robes, which fill-

We have a great idea here in France of the civilisation of the Chinese par- ticularly as regards the manufacture of porcelaine and silks. The Chinese envoys who have lately arrived in Eu- rope, excited universal admiration du- ring their stay in Paris by the richness of their dresses and the brilliancy of the colors of the silks of which their costumes were made. ed our spectacle loving Parisians with wonder and admiration, and caused them to extul the superiority of Ce- lestial workmanship were all, simply the produce of one of our great manu- factories at Lyons.

The truth is that when the Chinese envoys arrived in Paris—they discov- ered to their great dismay that their costumes had been so saturated with salt water during their long voy- age as to be utterly ruined, where- at they were plunged into despair. However the landlord of the Grand Hotel, came to their aid. By his advice orders were immediately dispatched to Lyons for a quantity of rich silk, and after a few days our celestial friends were enabled to make their appearance in the street of our capital, clothed in the above named robes.

Our Paris papers have for the last few days been filled with accounts of the devastations caused by the rats—the vast demolitions which are being carried on, force these animals to change their quarters and those per- sons who happen to be in the streets at a late hour of the night, frequently meet with whole troops of rats in full march to seek a new home, where they may have a little rest and quiet

A Few Clear Things for Little Readers.

It is very clear that, if I never drink intoxicating liquors, I shall never become a drunkard.

It is very clear that, if I never use in- toxicating drink, I shall never be guilty of helping to make others drunkards.

It is very clear that, if I never go into drinking companies, I shall escape many of the temptations and snares that are laid for the young.

It is very clear that, if I drink intoxica- ting liquors frequently, I may learn to like it, and become a drunkard.

It is very clear that all drunkards were once moderate drinkers, and only become drunkards by degrees.

It is very clear that moderate drinking is the fountain from which all drunken- ness flows, the school in which all drunk- ards are trained.

It is very clear that, if there was no moderate drinking, there would be no drunkenness.

It is very clear that, if the drunkard would be reclaimed, he must abstain from that which has made and which keeps him a drunkard.

It is very clear that if the drunkard thus abstains, he will be reformed.

It is very clear that if I would set him a good example, in order to reform him, I must myself abstain.

It is very clear that, if all men abstain- ed, there would be no drunkenness.

It is very clear that, if men continue to drink as they do now, drunkards will abound and drunkenness continue.

What thing can be clearer, then, than this, that it is my duty to abstain?

And next to this, it is very clear that I ought to try and get all my companions and playmates to abstain too, that they though now drinking moderately, may never be led on to drunkenness.—-Lo. Co. News.

What Young People
Should Know.

The best inheritance which parents can give their children, is the ability to help and take care of themselves. This is bet- ter than a hundred thousand dollars apiece. In any trouble or difficulty, they have two excellent servants in the shape of two hands. Those who can do nothing, and have to be waited upon, are helpless and easily disheartened in the misfortunes of life. Those who are active and hardy, meet troubles with a cheerful face, and easily surmount them. Let young people, therefore, learn to do as many things as possible.

Everybody should know, sooner or later;

1. To dress himself, black his own boots, cut his brother's hair, wind a watch, sew on a button, make a bed, and keep the clothes in order.

2. To harness a horse, grease a wagon, and harness a team.

3. To carve fowls and meat, and wait on the table.

4. To milk the cows, shear the sheep, and dress a veal or mutton.

5. To reckon money and keep accounts correctly, and according to book-keeping rules.

6. To write a neat and appropriate briefly expressed business letter in a good hand, fold and superscribe it properly, and write contracts.

7. To plow, sow grain and grass, drive a mowing machine, build a neat stack, and pitch hay.

8. To put up a package, build a fire, mend a broken tool, whitewash a wall, and regulate a clock.

Every girl should know how—-

1. To sew and knit.

2. To mend clothes neatly.

3. To make beds.

4. To dress her own hair.

5. To wash the dishes, and sweep the carpets.

6. To make good bread, and perform plain cooking.

7. To keep her room, drawer, and closets, in order.

8. To work a sewing machine.

9. To make butter and cheese.

10. To make a dress and children's clothing.

11. To keep accounts, and calculate interest.

12. To write, fold, and superscribe let- ters properly.

13. To nurse the sick effectually, and not faint at the sight of a drop of blood.

14. To be ready to render efficient aid to those in trouble, and in an unostenta- tious way.

15. To receive and entertain visitors in the absence or sickness of her mother.

A young lady who can do all these things well, and is always ready to render aid to the afflicted, and mitigate the per- plexities of those around her, will bring more comfort to others, and be more esteemed, than if she knew how to dance, sing, and play on the piano.—-Lo. Co. News.

Miscellanaeous.

—-One hundred and ninety-eight cler- gy of the Church of England, deans, canons, parish priests, and other priests, have been in correspondence with the cardinal Secretary of the Holy Office at Rome, otherwise known as the Inquisition. The design of this association is to promote the reunion of the Anglican with the Roman Catholic Church.

—-The N. Y., Advocate of recent date says:—-Our columns this week include the statistics of 4300 recent conversions and accessions. The revival work is earnest and wide spread.

Why Hogs eat Ashes, Etc.

Mr. Mechi, of Tip-Tree Hall, Eng- land, has discovered that pigs, when shut up to fatten, are fond of cinders, and improve in condition by eating a certain portion of them every day. Some persons are unable to account for this singular propensity in swine. Poultry are very fond of eggshells, lime, sand, etc., and it is well-known these substances are neces- sary in order to form the shell of eggs, and to furnish materials for the bones of fowls. Is it not reasonable to suppose that swine eat ashes and cinders for the purpose of supplying materials for their bones, and this singular instinct for ani- mals so low in the scale of intelligence, is truly wonderful; for ashes contain the ingredients which are necessary to form bones, viz: clay, silica gelatinized, and made soluble by fire. When hogs are at large, they take in clay and silica with their food, and eat bones and roots which contain the necessary ingredients; but when they are pent up, they endeavour to supply the materials necessary for keep- ing up their frames, by devouring ashes and cinders. Let them have plenty of them.—Lo. Co. News.

Horses.

Horses I learned to govern by the law of love. The relation of friendship once established between man and horse, there is no trouble. A CENTAUR is created. The man wills whither; the horse, at the will of his better half, does his best to go thither. I became, very early, Hippoda- mos, not by force but by kindness. All lower beings—fiendish beings apart—un- less spoiled by treachery, seek the society of the higher; as man, by nature loves God. Horses do all they know for man, if man will only let them. All they need is a slight hint to help their silly, willing brains, and they dash with order at their business of galloping a mile a minute, or twenty miles an hour or of leaping a gal- ling or pulling tonnage. They put so much rock-less, break-neck frenzy in their at- tempts to please and obey the royal per- sonage on their back, that he needs to be brave, indeed, to go thoroughly with them —-JOHN BARNT.

Onions and Poultry.

Scarcely too much can be said in praise of onions for fowls. They seem to be a preventive and remedy for various dis- eases to which domestic fowls are liable. Having frequently tested their excellen- cies, we can speak understandingly. For gapes and inflammation of the throat, eyes,—-and head, onions are almost a specific. We would therefore, recom- mend giving fowls, and especially young chickens, as many as they will eat, as of- ten as twice a week.—-They should be finely chopped. A small addition of cornmeal is an improvement.—-Genessee Farmer.

Testimony to Missions from
an Unexpected Quarter.

It would be difficult to find a volume which cuts more completely across the silly popular platitude that missions to the heathen are useless, and that the wise should confine themselves to our own heathen at home. It is strange that, if a man goes merely to hunt, or to make geographical discoveries, he is loudly ap- pleaded by the very people who speak slightingly of missionaries. To bring home hundreds of tusks, and teeth, and skins, or to show where a river rises, and what is the altitude of a mountain range, is thought a noble achievement ; but to have crossed the plains where the eleph- ants range, and to have ascended those unknown heights in order to give the greatest of blessings to the men who live there, is thought Quixotic, and deroga- tory to the wisdom of civilized man. The real facts are just the other way.-—LON- DON SATURDAY REVIEW.

To Prevent the Loss of Aro-
ma in Roasting Coffee.

The berries of coffee once roasted, lose every hour somewhat of their aroma, in consequence of the influence of the oxygen of the air, which, owing to the porosity of the roasted berries, it can easily penetrate.

This pernicious change may best be avoided by strewing over the berries, when the roasting is completed, and while the vessel in which it has been done is still hot, some powdered white or brown sugar (half an ounce to one pound of coffee is sufficient). The sugar melts im- mediately, and by well shaking or turning the toaster quickly, it spreads over all the berries, and gives each one a fine glaze, impervious to the atmosphere. They have then a shining appearance, as though covered with a varnish, and they in consequence lose their smell entirely, which, however, returns in a high degree as soon as they are ground.

After this operation, they are to be shaken out rapidly from the toaster and spread out on a cold plate of iron, so that they may cool as soon as possible. If the hot berries are allowed to remain heaped together, they begin to sweat, and when the quantity is large, the heating process, by the influence of air, increases to such a degree that at last they take fire spon- taneously. The roasted and glazed ber- ries should be kept in a dry place, be- cause the covering of sugar attracts mois- ture.

For special cases, such as journeys and marches, where it is impossible to be burdened with the necessary machines for roasting and grinding, coffee may be carried in a powdered form, and its aro- matic properties preserved by the follow- ing process :—One pound of the roasted berries are reduced to powder, and im- mediately wetted with a sirup of sugar, obtained by pouring on three ounces of sugar two ounces of water, letting them stand a few minutes. When the powder is thoroughly wetted with the sirup, two ounces of finely-powdered sugar are to be added, mixed well with it, and the whole is then to be spread out in the air to dry. The sugar locks up the volatile parts of the coffee, so that when it is dry they cannot escape. If coffee is now to be made, cold water is to be poured over a certain quantity of the powder, and made to boil. Ground coffee prepared in this way, and which lay exposed to the air for one month, yielded on being boil- ed as good a beverage as one made of freshly-roasted berries.—-LIEBIO.

Meeting at the Top.

A hundred years ago, and more, a nu- merous body of Presbyterians who had seceded from the Established Church of Scotland, was split in two on a quarrel about a clause in the oath required of the freemen of certain Scottish boroughs, which expressed "their hearty allowance of the true religion at present professed within the realm, and authorized by the laws thereof." The party who held that the oath might be conscientiously taken by seceders were called "Burghers," and their opponents "Anti-burghers." Johnny Mor- ton, a keen Burgher, and Andrew Gebbie, a decided Anti-burgher, both lived in the same house, but at opposite ends, and it was the bargain that each should keep his own side of the house well thatched. When the dispute about the principle of their kirks, and especially the offensive clause in the oath, grew hot, the two neigh- bours ceased to speak to each other.

But one day they happened to be on the roof at the same time, each repairing the thatch in the slope of the roof on his own side, and when they had worked up to the top, there they were face to face. They could not flee, so at last Andrew took off his cap, and scratching his head, said, "Johnnie, you and me, I think, has been very foolish to dispute, as we has done, concerning Christ's will about our kirks, until we has clean forgot His will about ourselves; and so we has fought sae bitter- ly for what we ca' the truth, that it has ended in spite. What ever's wrang, it's perfectly certain that it never can be right to be uncivil, unneighbourly, unkind, in fac, tae hate ane anither. Na, na, that's the deevil's work, and no God's. Noo, it strikes me that may be it's wi' the kirk as wi' this house; your working on ae side and me on the ither, but if we only do our work weel, we will meet at the tap at last. Gie's your hand, auld neighbour!" And so they shook han', and were the best o' freens ever after.

"A Pennsylvania seven year old was reproved lately for playing out-door with boys; she was 'too big for that now.' But with all imaginable inno- cence she replied: 'Why, Grandma, the bigger we grow, the better we like 'em!' Grandma took time to think."

"It is well to leave, something for those who come after us," as the gen- tleman said who throw a barrel in the way of a constable who was chas- ing him.

The Mute Detective.

"No dogs admitted, sir," said the port- er to a gay assemblage, as a young man appeared at the entrance. "You must leave him behind if you go in."

"Very well," said the young man. "Stay about here, Prince, till I come back."

And he joined the crowd within; but by and by the young man wished to re- fer to his watch, when behold! the chain had been snapped in two, and the valuable time-piece was gone. He considered the case a moment and then a sudden thought flashed in his mind. So, stepping out, he whispered the fact to the porter, and gained permission to take his dog in for a minute or two.

"Look here, Prince," said he, "you knowing dog, my watch is stolen;" and he showed him the empty pocket and the cut chain. "Do you understand, old fellow? In there, sir, is the thief. You find it my good doggie, and I'll get you a famous treat. You understand, do you?"

Prince wagged his head and tail, and gave his master a wonderful knowing look, and then he stole quietly into the place again. Quietly this dumb detective glided around among the people, smelling at this one's chain, until at last he sets his teeth into the coat tail of a genteel- looking man, and could not be shaken off. The young man quietly made known the case to the bystanders who gathered around him, and he had the thief's pocket duly searched. Six other watches were found upon him, which he had gathered up in course of the morning, and which the rightful owners were glad to get their hands on again. Prince selected out his master's property in a twinkling, as that was all he cared for and he gave it to him joyfully. It would have taken a very keen police to do work so neatly and quickly; and all agreed that he merited as good a dinner as a dog could have. A good beef bone and a bowl of milk satisfied his wants, and then he was just as ready to do the same favor again.

Marrying for Show.

To the question often asked of young men as to why they do not marry, we sometimes hear the reply, "I am not able to support a wife." In one case in three, perhaps, this may be so; but, as a general thing, the true reply would be, "I am not able to support the style in which I think my wife ought to live." In this again we see a false view of marriage—-a looking to an appearance in the world, instead of a union with a loving woman for her own sake. There are very few men of industrious habits, who cannot maintain a wife, if they are willing to live economically, and without reference to the opinion of the world. The great evil is, they are not content to begin life humble, to retire together into an obscure position, and together work their way in the world-—he by industry in his calling, and she by dispensing with prudence the money that he earns. But they must stand out and attract the attention of others by the fine houses and fine clothes.

Musk.

The Empress Josephine was very fond of perfumes, and, above all, of musk. Her dressing-room at Malmaison was filled with it, in spite of Napoleon's frequent remonstrances. Forty years have elapsed since her death, and the present owner of Malmaison has had the walls of that dress- ing-room repeatedly washed and painted ; but neither scrubbing, aquafortis, nor paint has been sufficient to remove the smell of the good Empress's musk, which continues as strong as if the bottle which contained it had been but yesterday re- moved.

True Cheerfulness.

Along with humility, we should culti- vate cheerfulness. Humility has no con- nexion with pensive melancholy, or timo- rous dejection. While the truly humble guard against the distraction of all vio- lent passions and inordinate cares, they cherish a cheerful disposition of mind. There cannot, indeed, be genuine cheerful- ness without the approbation of our own heart. While, however, we pay a sacred regard to conscience, it must be enlighten- ed and directed by reason and revelation. And happy are the individuals who can say: "Our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that, in simplicity and godly sincerity, we have had our conversa- tion in the world." An approving mind will contribute greatly to cheerfulness, and that equanimity which results from it, from trust in God, and from the hope of a blessed immortality, is equally remote from sour dissatisfaction, desponding melancholy, and frivolous hilarity. It smooths our path and sweetens our cup, rendering duty easy and affliction light.

Good Security.—Two young men commenced the sail-making business at Philadelphia. They bought a lot of duck from Stephen Girard on credit, and a friend had engaged to endorse for them. Each caught a roll, and was carrying it off, when Girard remarked; "Had you 'not better get a dray?" "No; it is not far, and we can carry it ourselves." "Tell your friend he needn't endorse your note. I will take it without."

Odds and ends.

-—To cure Dyspepsia, take a new axe, put a white hickory handle in it, bore a hole in the top of the handle, fill the hole with gum camphor, and seal it up—Then take the axe and cut cord wood until the heat of the handle dissolves the camphor.

—-The lady who did not think it res- pectable to bring up her children to work, has lately heard from her two sons. One of them is a barkeeper on a flat-boat, and the other is steward in a brick yard.

—-One of the best bits ever made, at an impropriety in a lady's dress, was made by Tallyrand. During the revolution, when asked by a lady his opinion of her dress, he replied, “it began too late and ended too soon.”

-—As one single drop of black ink will tinge and pollute a vessel of crystal water, so one little act of faithlessness may ir- redeemably poison a whole life time of the purest friendship and confidence.

-—The Marquis d'Harcourt walking arm-in-arm with Voltaire, a person took off his hat to the marquis, who returned the salute. “Why did you bow to that fellow,” says Voltaire, “he is one of the greatest blackguards of the day.” “What of that?” replied the marquis, “I would not allow a blackguard to out-do me as a gentleman.”

—-A rural genius has invented a plan to prevent chickens from scratching gardens. The plan is to secure a stick to the heels of the fowl, so that as the foot is raised the stick falls and strikes the ground, throwing the chicken for- ward. Repeated efforts to scratch will cause the chickens to walk clear out of the garden.

-—John Randolph met a personal en- emy in the street one day, who refused to give him half the side walk, saying that he never turned out for a rascal. “I do!” said Randolph, stepping aside, and politely raising his hat; “pass on, sir—pass on, sir!”

-—President Lincoln used to tell this story of himself. He was riding one day on the top of a stage-coach in Illinois, when the driver asked him to “treat.” “I never use liquor,” was Mr. Lincoln's reply, “and I cannot induce others to do so.” “Don't you chew neither?” said the driver. “No sir; I never use tobac- co in any form. “Well,” remarked the disgusted John, “I hain't got much opinion of these fellows with no small vices; they usually make it up in big ones.”

—-“Do make yourself at home, ladies,” said a lady one day to her visitors. “I am at home myself, and wish you were.”

-—An English paper has the following remark about the length of the speeches made in Parliament, which is applicable to the efforts of many of our public men: “If some of the speeches of our states- men do not teach down to posterity, it will not be because they are not long enough.”

-—“Wife what has become of the grapes?” “I suppose, my dear, the hens picked them off,” was her moderate reply. “Hens—hens—some two legged hens, I guess,” said her husband with some im- petuosity, to which she calmly replied, “My dead, did you ever see any other kind?”

-—Every morning we enter upon a new day which carries a yet unknown future in its bosom. Thoughts may be born to-day which may never expire; hopes may be excited which may never be extinguished; and acts may be performed to-day, the consequence of which cannot be realised till that day when the “secrets of all hearts shall be made known.”

-—The Savior has, indeed, said “nar- row is the way that leadeth unto life.” He has never told us, however, that it is a thorny road. It is unbelief in and out of the church, and not in God, that has represented it as such a road. In denying ourselves and taking up the cross as re- quired, Christ promises us not sorrow and sighing, but joy unspeakable and full of glory; not weariness, but rest.

-—Sir Walter Scott once happening to hear his daughter Anne say of something that it was “vulgar,” gave the young lady the following temperate rebuke: “My love, you speak like a very young lady. Do you know, after all, the mean- ing of this word vulgar? Tis only com- mon. Nothing that is common except wickedness, can deserve to be spoken of in a tone of contempt; and when you have lived to my years, you will be dis- posed to agree with me in thanking God that nothing really worth having or car- ing about in this world is uncommon.”

—-Look out, lest by adorning the char- acter of others you loose your own.

CORRECTION.

In the Tide Table of the Bangkok Calendar for 1866 for May, June, Au- gust, and October, for High read Low, and for Low read HIGH.