zelius hesitated but a moment, then seizing his prize, rushed to his own apartment, and locked himself in for hours. With the aid of this instrument he made his first great discoveries, and produced results, that for a year past had been tried in the laboratory in vain. The summer of 1799 Berzelius spent at Wadstena, as assistant to an apothecary, where, from an Italian, he acquired the art of working in glass. The next summer, he was engaged by a physician at the mineral waters of Medini. These waters he analyzed, and made the analysis a point in his second college examination in 1800. But Azfelius had no confidence in his talents, and undervalued his work: he passed without credit. Il-luck still pursued him. The fruits of some researches sent, through Azfelius, to the Academy of Sciences at Stockholm, after three years' delay, were returned, with the laconic statement that the learned body did not recognise the new nomenclature which he had adopted. The same opposition that killed Keats, made Byron a poet;-Berzelius was formed of the sterner stuff. Neither stupidity nor prejudice could balk his rapid progress. In 1803, he settled in Stockholm, and was appointed Adjunct of Medicine and Pharmacy, in the College of Medicine. In 1804, he took his doctor's degree, and in 1807 was appointed Professor in the School of Medicine at Stockholm, a situation that he held for forty years, until the time of his death. The Academy having refused to sanction the publishing of his papers, Berzelius, in 1806, commenced a scientific periodical, devoted chiefly to chemistry and mineralogy. His course was now steadily onward. His opponents yielded their objections. In 1808, he was elected member of the Academy, became President in 1810, and in 1813 was allowed a salary by the institution, on condition that he would give them the benefit of the researches that, but a few years since, had been rejected as chimerical. In 1813 was issued his Annual Report on Physics, Chemistry, and Mineralogy, which was regularly continued during twenty-five years. In that publication he discussed the chemical works of the year. But we cannot pause to enumerate Berzelius's services in the cause of science. Our purposed task was mainly achieved in sketching the diff culties he encountered and overcame in the outset of his career. As Secretary of the Academy, he became world-renowned. Honours poured in upon him from all directions. His sovereign created him Knight of the Grand Cross of Vesa, in 1829, and elevated him to the rank of Baron, in 1835. He died in 1848. To Berzelius belonged the honour of successfully applying the great principles of Davy and Dalton in inorganic chemistry in unfolding the laws of the structures of the animal and vege table kingdoms. He was also the discoverer of several elementary bodies; and to his skill in manipulating are we indebted for many of the processes now in established use. The amount of labour achieved by Berzelius seems marvellous. The secret is explained in a sentence:-he was the most systematic of men. Indolent and unpunctual as a boy, the knowledge of divine order which enabled him to complete his manifold designs was the growth of a matured intellect. The world were now a loser. had he wanted that habit of strict regularity which we are apt to regard as incompatible with the more brilliant gift of genius. THE LEGEND OF ST. KEVIN. BY MRS. M. E. HEWITT. THE summer day was dying, amid the deep woody vale of Luggelaw, and rock, and cliff, and the fair silver lake, which lay half in shadow beneath the overhanging mountain, reposed calmly in the quiet of the hour, while far adown the valley floated the sound of the vesper bell, mingled with the chant of virgin saints and holy men, now clearly heard, now lost in the distance, sweet as the song of angels. By the shore of the lake stood a pale youth, habited in the dark serge robe of the cloister, fastened about his waist with a leathern thong, from which hung pendent, a rosary and cross of ebony; and near him, half fearful, half imploring, with tearful eyes and white clasped hands uplifted, stood a young girl, whose beautiful face and appealing attitude told the bitter conflict of hope and fear that struggled within her breast. Nay!" said the youth, whose brow was clouded with anguish; "the vow that I have vowed to Heaven I will keep unbroken till death! Oh, wouldst thou lure me downward from my high endeavour to the sin that would engulf me? Wouldst thou set thy seducing charms, that even now beckon me onward to the fatal verge near i which I stand, between my soul and its redemption?" "Alas! alas!" pleaded the maiden; "I only ask to dwell near to thee in this peaceful solitude to kneel beside thee when thou prayest, to hear thy fervent voice swelling the choral anthem, to minister to thy daily wants, to tend thee in sickness, and when thou diest to die also with thee." "It may not be," returned the youth; "I coul not pray with thee beside me-I could not sing if thou wert near to listen - all my devotions would be mockery of Heaven were I under the influence of thy daily presence. Listen, Kathleen! Thou art young and guileless, and what to thee seems pure and free from evil, to me is beset with temptation and sin! Our earthly affections are the snares of Satan, set to lead us to our undoing! Return, then, to the home of thine infancy, to the ancient towers and the luxury thou hast deserted, and leave me to the austere life that I have chosen-leave me to the performance of my vow, that shall win me life eternal." "Alas!" again replied the maiden, "I will ret THE LEGEND OF ST. KEVIN. return to my home, for there all reminds me of 66 Over regenerated Ireland, where of old prevailed the Sun-worship of the Druid, the Church a powerful ascendency. had already gained Ierne, the" Sacred Island" of the ancient voyagerthe Samothrace, as it were, of the Western seas -whither the Cabiric gods had been wafted by the early colonizers, and where the mariner-who, on his departure from the Mediterranean, used to breathe a prayer, in the Sacred Island of the East, to the deities who presided over navigationfound, in the seas beyond the Pillars of Hercules, another sacred island, where, to the same tutelary deities of the deep, his vows and thanks were offered on his safe arrival,-Ierne, from her schools and her monasteries, was already sending forth missionaries of the gospel. Her pagan altars were destroyed, their pyres extinguished; her great idol, Crom-Cruach, lay in the dust; her ancient priesthood, the Druids, were extinct; the power of her bards was broken; a solemn curse had been pronounced upon Tara, the court of her ancient monarchs, and thenceforth no king ever sat within its walls; the palace gates of the Pictish king had opened at the sign of the cross made upon them by St. Columbkill, and through his labours, the Christian faith had extended through North Pictland and the Western Isles; already upon Iona were beginning to arise those conical heaps of votive pebbles left by pilgrims on her shore, and marking the path that led to the honoured shrine of her saint; already had St. Columbanus, after braving the power of Thierry, king of Burgundy, through the favour of Agilulph, king of the Lombards, and his queen, Theodelinda, established the monastery of Bobbio, among the Apennines; already had the celebrated "The Cell of the Oak," feinale monastery, founded by St. Brigid, through the extraordinary veneration in which she was held, from the purity of her life, and the supernatural gifts attributed to her while living, become the resort of penitents and pilgrims of all ranks; and young persons of both sexes, influenced by the prevailing religious enthusiasm, were binding themselves by monastic vows, and seeking in a life of seclusion and austerity, to win the crown of immortality; and Kevin, who had been the fosterbrother and playmate of Kathleen's childhood, * "Some fugitive criminal, who had fled for sanctuary to the monastery of St. Ruan's, having been dragged forcibly thence to Tara, and there put to death, the holy abbot and his monks cried aloud against the sacrilegious violation, and proceeding in solemn procession to the palace, pronounced a curse against its walls."-MOORE. believing that he too was called to abandon the Twilight was slowly deepening on all around, and the shadows of approaching night fell darkly in the valley, as Kevin, followed by Kathleen, led the way onward up the glen. The bell no longer sounded from the convent tower, and the vesper hymn was hushed in silence, but the short quick barking of a dog broke the stillness, and a hound came bounding down the glen to meet them. It was Luath, who had been a sharer always in the childish sports of the twain, and who now recognised Kathleen with the most extravagant demonstrations of gladness. They reached the hermitage, the dog bounding playfully on before, and Kevin, putting aside the hanging vines that concealed the low entrance, motioned the maiden to enter; then, producing a flint and steel, he lighted a taper and proceeded to place his frugal evening meal upon the rude wooden table that stood against the wall. The floor of the apartment was of earth; a wooden stool, and a homely couch, placed in one corner of the cell, was the only furniture it contained, besides the table; and through a narrow aperture beyond, hollowed out from the rock, was the oratory of the Saint, with its low altar and crucifix. Neither Kathleen nor Kevin had spoken since their entrance. The evening repast stood untasted by both; and the Saint, feeling that every moment in her presence was filled with danger to himself, arose, and, bending over the fair being who now knelt before him, with drooping head and white hands crossed reverently upon her bosom, he said: "Bless thee, my daughter! Sleep in safety on yonder couch, and may all good angels guard thy slumbers. I go to pray within my oratory for thee and me, that we may both receive the strength we so much need from above;" and, passing onward into the inner cell, he sank before the altar in supplication. Long and fervently did Kevin pray against temptation. He prayed for strength to resist the tender emotion that was struggling with his high resolves, when a half-suppressed sob from the couch where Kathleen was reposing smote upon his ear. For an instant, his brain whirled, and the surges of passion swept wildly over his soul; but still he prayed, until, wearied with the conflict within him, and overcome by the lateness of the hour, he bowed his face upon his clasped hands, and slept before the altar. The morning sunbeams were darting through the crevices of the vines as the Saint awoke. Starting from his kneeling posture, with hurried thoughts of Kathleen, and the question of whether she had yet departed, rushing upon him, he hastily entered the outer cell. On the couch still reposed the beautiful form of the maiden, the long-fringed lids closed in slumber over the lustrous eyes that pleaded to him for love so eloquently. One fair arm, raised above her head, rested among her luxuriant golden hair; while the other dimpled hand, falling over the side of the couch, lay upon the glossy coat of Luath, who slept on the floor beside the slumbering Kathleen. The Saint, on awakening, had forgotten to pray against temptation; and as he paused above the couch, and gazed upon its lovely occupant, again the wild tumult of passion went rushing through his veins. With rapidly-beating pulse, he thought of the reality of present bliss, and the uncertain joys of the future. What were the hope of salvation, what were a life of eternity, to a life of love with the beautiful being before him? Nay! he would abjure Heaven,-his vow! -all, all were about to be abandoned to the intoxication of the moment, when, from the distant convent, the loud-chanted mass for a departed brother swept down the valley on the morning wind. came leaping swiftly down the height, and sprang upon her with glad tokens of recognition. "Luath! Luath!" she shrieked wildly. Kevin then, was near, and springing to her feet, with renewed strength, she followed swiftly after the hound, who now led the way, keeping her dangerous path up the rock, unshrinking. Here, then, the Saint had thought to find repose. Far up the rock, on a narrow shelf that overhung the lake, beneath the shadow of a projecting cliff, Kevin lay asleep and dreaming. In vision he stood before the gates of Paradise, and as the golden portals swung wide open, to the sound of heavenly music, to admit him, and angel voices bade him enter into the effulgence beyond, the form of Kathleen interposed between him and the offered bliss, and the glorious gates slowly closed upon him for ever. 66 Away! away!" he cried, starting madly from The sound smote upon his ear like a voice his sleep as she threw herself upon his bosom, of warning, calling him back to his better pur-"Away!" But the living Kathleen, her white pose; and, filled with sudden fear, he fled, followed by Luath, away from the hermitage and the spell of Kathleen,-away, away, to hide himself somewhere from the maiden and temptation. When Kathleen awoke, she found herself alone, and the cell deserted. "Kevin! Kevin!" she loudly cried; but no voice replied to her repeated call. In the valley, the track of footsteps yet lay upon the dewy grass, and, with sudden desperation, she resolved to follow onward, she knew not whither, after Kevin,-to follow and cling to him for ever. No more the timid recluse of Saint Brigid's sanctuary, but the loving, passionate woman, despair lent energy to her speed as she darted forward on the pathway. Day wore and waned as the maiden sped on ward. Now thridding the rugged Scalp, with torn and bleeding feet-now toiling over the dreary hills of Wicklow-past Ouler's Lake, with its haunting flame, onward, and onward still she sped, until the twilight of the third day found her where the dark waters of Glendalough lay deep in the shadow of the surrounding hills. Here, travel-worn and exhausted, where high Lugduff, his feet deep set in the wave, reared his towering front of rock, frowning above her, the maiden sank to rest. Suddenly, with joyous yelp and bound, a dog arms clasped about him, clung wildly to his breast. "Off! Fiend!" he cried, still under the influence of his dream, "Off! off!-It is but the spell of Satan!" But the maiden still clung to him with the energy of madness, while Kevin struggled to free himself from her entwining arms. A moment of desperate effort, and breaking fiercely from her hold, he hurled her, with a strong hand, from the narrow ledge, shrieking, into the lake below, "Kevin! Save me!" The cry restored the Saint to consciousness.- Kathleen!" he uttered in agony,-"Kathleen!" but the dark waters had closed over her for ever. Beside that lonely lake, under whose wave rested the heart that had loved him so wildly, so tenderly, Saint Kevin built a cell, and there be daily repeated solemn masses for the repose of the soul of Kathleen,—and tradition says that ever while he prayed, soft music, as if it were from the harps of angels, floated sweetly around, and the shade of the maiden was seen to glide, smiling over the fatal waters. In after years, the solitary cell of Saint Kevin among the mountains, became the resort for pilgrims, and drew around it, by degrees, such a multitude of dwellings, as, in the course of time. to form a holy city in the wilderness. PRAY FOR THE SOUL OF KATHLEEN! THE HIDDEN FOUNTAIN. BY SARAH ANDERTON. FOUNTAIN! fountain! lying hidden, Fountain! fountain! mystic fountain! Aches my brain with heavy thinking; Every lesser solace fails me, Every mortal spring is dry: ANY things are lost in this world, and but few found. Tis You, Ma'am, have lost your dog;-your dumb friend, who nestled in your bosom, ate of your sponge-cake, and snapped occasionally at your fingers. Then take your paper, find the editor's address, and wend your way thither to insert an advertisement among the "articles strayed, stolen, or missing." There is a tariff of rewards for the meritorious finding and rightful restoration of dogs to their owners. A spaniel or terrier, five dollars; a mongrel, two; a good pointer, ten. It is astonishing, when we reflect on the number of pointers lost in this wicked world. The next morning, you are agreeably surprised by a visit from a taciturn, loaferlooking individual, in a tarpaulin hat and coarse overcoat with enormous pockets. An uncommonly bad cigar graces his mouth. His profession is that of dog-finder; he has found yours-and restores it. ban inshA You are in for it, to the tune of ten dollars, or less. There are many men, all over this gay world broad and wide, in the alley dark, by the pavement's side, who live by the restoration, not of paintings, but of dogs It is the inevitable destiny of valuable city dogs to be lost and found at least a dozen times. No man in his senses would give twenty-five cents for a dog which was never lost. Dog-finders, like lamplighters, owls, and muffin-men, begin to bestir themselves about twilight. This is the time when masters lose sight of their dogs, and the most faithful Trays lose scent of their masters. From eight to ten o'clock, Saint Roch himself would have missed his hound, and Saint Anthony his bog, had the "ketchers" been about. The proverb of "between dog and wolf" was invented as applicable to this portion of the day-night; for the word "wolf," when correctly translated, signifies dog-finder; and it is with the holy twilight hour, when both dogs and finders are about, that a war commences between these two interesting classes of society. The dog-finder slumbers during the day in inglorious ease. But, with the darkening hours, he lurks in dim alleys, and dodges after old ladies,-caring nothing, however, for the protected, but the protector. When he marks his prey, he catches up Ponto with a run. His first care is to keep the animal from barking. For this he uses a very peculiar muzzle. In the higher walks of |