wisdom and goodness of our Creator. We seldom know what we desire. To punish us for our im prudent and unreasonable wishes, God need only to grant them. If the spring already displayed all its charms, how many following days would lose their value! How quickly should we tire of them! And how hurtful to our health would the sudden change be from severe cold to intense heat! It is a blessing of God (a blessing which, like many others, we are insensible to), that spring draws on imperceptibly. Its delay keeps us in the most agreeable expectation, and our pleasure is but the greater when it comes. The rough stormy weather of March is a remain of the severity of winter. It prepares us for the en joyment of fine days, and is the forerunner of that delightful calm which spring sheds upon our country.

MARCH III.

The State of some Animals during Winter.

We do not yet see any of those millions of insects and birds, which, during summer, are in the air, in the water, and on the earth. At the approach of winter they disappear from our countries, where the climate does not agree with them, and where they can no longer find food. The first stormy day is a signal to them to rest from their labour, to put an end to their active life, and to quit their homes. We mistake if we go farther, and believe that winter destroys those animals; they continue tolive even in that season of the year. Providence so provides, that none of them perish. The body of some animals is formed in such a manner, that the same causes which deprive them of food, make such revolutionsTM in them as prevent their requiring any. The cold numbs them, they fall into a sound sleep, which

lasts till the return of heat upon the earth, causes their necessary food to spring up, and wakens them from their heaviness. These animals hide themselves in the sand, in pits, or hollow places, in the bottom of ponds or marshes, where they cannot be found out or disturbed. Their state is a kind of death, or rather a swoon; and they do not revive till the gentle warmth of spring penetrates to their retreats. Some sort of birds, at the approach of winter, undertake long journeys, to seek in other climates a more temperate air and proper food. Some fly in numbers from one country to another. Several go to Africa, crossing the Mediterranean, and return the following spring to our countries.

Lord, how admirable is thy wisdom! How tender and beneficent thy mercies to the least of thy creatures! Thou hast impressed upon the mind of some beasts that wonderful instinct, which warns them of the day in which they should abandon their summer habitations, in order to pass their winter in another climate. Thou hast pointed out to others the places where they may pass in safety their night of winter in a sound sleep. Thou revivest them again, when the season of their new life arrives. Every time I reflect on these changes, they lead me naturally to think of what will happen to myself at my death; for my state, in some measure, resembles that of these birds. At the end of my life I shall also quit my home, my pleasures, and my companions, to go into a better world. I shall also rest and sleep some time; but, at the moment of the new creation, I shall awake; and, clothed with the strength and beauty of youth, I shall begin a life that will be eternal. What happens to animals affords me also another edifying reflection: I see from thence that God watches over even the very smallest link of the immense chain of beings. I discover with what fatherly goodness he provides

for the preservation of the weakest and lowest of creatures, in situations wherein it would appear impossible to mere human wisdom. Would it not then be doing injustice to the wise providence of my Creator, to doubt his care of me, and to give myself up to trouble and anxiety about my subsistence? Certainly, that God who gives to insects and to birds their food in due season; that God who provides them retreats, and places of rest, in pits and rocks; who directs them to find their food in different countries; that same God will take care of me in time of need and distress. I have a perfect confidence that he will provide all that is necessary for me, even when I see the least likelihood of it; he will find me a place of refuge, where I may rest in peace.

MARCH IV.

Winds and Tempests.

WITH what violence the air is agitated! Hear how the winds roar in the upper regions! Behold, how the clouds gather! how rapidly they fly! what deluges of rain they pour upon the earth! How terrible the force of the winds! they tear up the largest oaks; they throw down palaces; they shake the foundations of the earth; and perhaps, alas, at this moment, some unhappy ship is dragged into the abyss, by the violence of the storm. The winds roar above it, and a gulph is underneath, and all around it, the waves of the sea rise mountains high. Alas! in what distress are those unhappy people! How they wring their hands! How they shudder at every wave that rises to bury them in the deep! Before the fury of the tempest abates, there may be some thousands of families ruined; and more still, who will be plunged into the greatest misery, by the death

of their relations and friends. But, why does the wise and beneficent Sovereign of the world thus permit the winds to spread terror and destruction by sea and land? Mad question! What temerity to dare judge and censure the government of a Being infinitely wise! Ought we not rather to reflect on his ways with respectful silence, and be persuaded they are always full of goodness? If whirlwinds and tempests make terrible ravages; if they shatter ships, or plunge them whole into the bottom of the sea; if they overthrow buildings, and destroy men and animals; have we a right, for that reason, to blame the government of the Lord?

They who calculate with so much care the mischief this element occasions, have they reckoned the advantages which accrue from it? Audacious mortals! Admire and adore the Sovereign of the world, who can even make storms contribute to the good of the universe. It is, in reality, by the particular direction of Providence, that, towards spring, storms and tempests usually arise. At the return of that fine season, the moist and mild air opens the earth, which had been closed all the winter. By this change of temperature, the air, which the cold had purified, is again filled with hurtful vapours. Plagues and epidemic disorders would soon destroy men and animals, if the air, by being agitated with storms, was not restored to its purity and wholesomeness. By that means, not only the vapours, which would otherwise stagnate, are put in motion, but also vapours of different natures being violently agitated, in every sense, it makes a happy mixture, more healthful to mankind, and more fruitful for the earth, Is it not, besides, a great advantage, that the winds serve, in some degree, as wings for the ships; and that these floating houses, laden with the riches of different parts of the world, can often, in less than twenty-four hours

make a passage of more than fifty miles? Thus, even in the midst of storms and tempests, the Lord is Benefactor to his creatures. Every time I hear the winds roar above me I will acknowledge his goodness, and think, with grateful recollection, on the wisdom of his government. How admirable are his ways, even in respect to whirlwinds and storms! Thou, O Lord, takest the winds out of thy treasures: Thou bringest them from the extremities of the earth: Thou appointest the course they are to take: Thou settest bounds to them, and orderest them to be calm, when they have fulfilled thy designs :Wherefore, then, should I be terrified or alarmed, when thou directest those ministers of thy will to execute thy orders? O my soul! though even the tempests should blow around thee, the rocks be rent, though a veil of darkness be thrown over all nature, and the earth should tremble, let nothing fright or disturb thy tran quillity trust in the Lord, and rest thy cares on the fatherly bosom of him who rules and governs the universe. He who directs the stars and. winds, the course they are to run, can he not point to thee a path in which thou mayest walk securely? However stormy, then, my life may be in this world, does it become me to murmur at it, or to fear? No. That God who imposes silence on the most impetuous winds, can easily put a stop to the tempest of sorrows which threatens to overwhelm me; and, when the violence of afflictions shall have sufficiently tried me, I may behold a serene, bright day, and enjoy a perfect calm. Alas! how many, who are now crossing the sea for the good of society, are struggling with the waves, in trembling expectation of be ing in a moment swallowed up. I imagine their distress, while, safe at home, I listen to the roaring of the tempest.

Sovereign Disposer of all events, Ruler of the