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fastens his little silver railroad to glitter in the sun; or he detaches it altogether, and, taking advantage of some passing breeze, -trusts his brown frame to his delicate parachute, and is wafted through the air, like the Chapel of Loretto to the desired spot, and there he "locates" his downy cabin as does the American settler far from the place of his former labors.

early labors are gathered. Perchance then when the energies of our existence are de caying, and we are approaching the grave the goal of our ambition may be reached suddenly our life may blaze out into th pomp and glory of wealth, fame, or power but alas! there is a warning voice even the for ever whispering in our ear "beware!"

In the September of life we feel the change that steals gradually over our habits and feeling. The first gray shadow of advancing time creeps upon our path-the excitemen and consequent reaction of our vigorou manhood are past, together it may be with the wild gusts of passion and sorrow, and clearer beauty falls upon our being. Still d our years press on, and we come to the Oc October succeeds; and now occurs a gala-tober of our days, when the fruits of ou show-the very carnival of the seasons. A stern, black frost comes some chilly night, and the morning sun looks upon a splendid pageant. The whole forest is in one blaze of glory. A thousand rainbows-a thousand sunsets seem to have melted upon them, until the splendid scene appears the very garden of Aladdin, where the topaz, the sapphire, the amethyst, and the ruby vied with each other in their glittering colors. The maple is in a flush of scarlet, the oak is swathed in the imperial purple of the Caesars, the birch flaunts out with its golden banner, the beech has the orange tint of the sky just over the spot where the sun sinks, the pine still lifts its changeless plume of green, meet emblem of fidelity in a faithless world, whilst a multitude of tints are upon the plants and bushes, as if the leafy gems on the branches above had flashed their superb hues beneath them. But now the fierce Autumn wind is let loose, and the air is darkened with the flying leaves, whirling here and scattering there, until the paths of the forest are covered with their sear and withered heaps, and with a leaden eye and tearful cheek, November steals along as if mourning over this decay of na

ture.

But amidst her gloom, like a sweet tone of love mid the harsh accents of wrath-like one hope that remains when all others have fled or like the fortitude of woman when life has been withered into a desert, and the boasted courage of man has departed the beautiful Indian summer glides upon the

scene.

A purple haze is mingled with the azure of the sky-purple smoke glimmers over the earth-the sun is like the great moon in the heavens, and his light falls upon the earth in red and timid hue. The bark of the squirrel is heard as the ripe nuts of the forest click upon the dead leaves in dropping, the most distant sounds are borne to the ear, and the whole landscape is one soft and lovely picture, in which all the rich coloring and deep shadows and bright lights are shaded and toned down by that matchless artist, Na

"All that's bright must fade!"

The most beautiful portion of a truly goo man's life however is, when the leaves of hi ambition and wordly hopes and aspiration have fallen, and a calm, mild, peaceful serer ity spreads its Indian summer hush over h existence. His sun glows with a tempere radiance-a holy quiet broods around himthe soft light of good deeds sleeps upon hi daily walk-and although the haze of ol age mingles with his horizon and glimmers o his path, he is cheered with the consciousnes of integrity and virtue, and he awaits th period when his life will glide like a calı river into the ocean of eternity.

There is an interest and charm surroundin Autumn which no other season possesses. is the season of memory-tender, chastened softened memory--when the mind is directe backward upon the past, and the heart con munes deeply with itself. Spring, that se son of hope, the very reverse of Autum when Nature awakening from her winte torpor with the song of the blue-bird up her tongue, and her hand full of breathin violets-sweet, joyous Spring has departe Summer with her roses has given us her bri presence, and likewise gone in the etern system of change, "which is the order the universe."

Winter now" rules the scene." But this cold dreary season there are few phas a cold monotony takes possession of N Still there are some points of intere which should not pass unnoticed.

ture.

The sweet Indian summer may be linge ing and kissing with its bland breath th forehead of December, when, towards t

wbirds are twittering around our dwell, as if forewarning us of a change. resently the sullen covering is drawn the sky like a gray blanket, and a few es flutter along the harsh cutting air. The es soon thicken until they stream down in se columns upon the earth, which motarily whitens. Then the black night des over the scene, and the morning dawns a fierce wind. How the bitter blast nes from the north-west! how it howls shrieks in its fury! how it whirls up the w into clouds, or drives it along like the ay of a tossing ocean! how the forests an and rock and sway, as if in agony, and the summits of the distant hills seem to and stagger as the snow flies over them! But the tempest wails and sobs itself into ose, and the wild struggling landscape at is still. The earth is wrapped in its soft tle of ermine, here ruffled up in great eaths, and there streaming out like the ges of some pearly sea. Here are edges shed to a delicate fineness-here basins oped beautifully out, and there are domes bothly rounded as if by the hand of an hitect. All is pure, bright, and quiet uty. 'anuary follows; and a clear cold day es upon the earth. The sky is blue as el, and sparkles with cold, and the dark both ice spreads like a polished mirror dst a landscape of ivory. Then how the ry skater launches away upon his gleam path, the trees appearing to skim past in a contrary direction! how the pulse s and the blood glows, and how every w is strung to high and vigorous life! 1st the gladdening sleigh-bells ring a joy

ous chorus o'er the beaten snow upon the shores.

Then comes February, and with it a mild air and fine rain, that freezes however as it falls. As the morning sun rises, a magical scene is presented. The leafless trees stretch out their branches even to the minutest twigs, as if they had been carved from silver; the hemlock is covered with a rich gleaming glaze, every roof flashes back the sun from its polished coat, whilst the wide landscape around is blazing in smooth armor to the cloudless but heartless light. All over, too, are a million of dancing atoms in rainbow coloring, like the hues that glitter and chase each other along the threads of the gossa

mer.

And the winter night, how full of quiet peace and household content it is! The wide blaze goes crackling and sparkling up the spacious chimney, casting its red light upon chairs and tables, soft carpet and drawn curtain, and making fantastic shadows stream and waver upon the walls. In the warmest nook of the fireplace sits the venerable grandsire, the flame bathing his snowy head, and, clustering around him, are vigorous manhood, lovely matronage, smiling youth, and innocent childhood.

As our linked round of the seasons is brought to a close, let us, with reference to them, in the language of Thompson, Nature's secretary, exclaim

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MIGRATION OF PAUPER CHILDREN.-A | prehensive scheme for the relief of the -payers, the benefit of the colonies, and positive good of a large and increasing s of pauper children, has been propoundy Mr. W. Miles, who, in his place in the se of Commons, has lately presented ral petitions in favor of a plan of emiion which shall be in accordance with views and wants of all parties. His mowas in these words: "That it is expedithat the government, with the consent assistance of the boards of guardians

immediate steps to forward the emigration of orphan girls, inmates of the several workhouses, and capable of entering service, to Australia as apprentices." He stated that "the total number of children in the workhouses in England and Wales was 56,323, and that the number of these capable of entering into service were-boys, 4,579, and girls, 3,698; making a total of boys and girls in those workhouses capable of entering service of 8,277. The number of male orphans capable of entering service was 1,578, while the number of female orphans so anal

JOHN KNOX'S HOUSE IN EDINBURGH.

IN the Netherbow, the street receives a salary of two hundred pounds Scottish mo contraction from the advance of the houses ney, and paying his house-rent for him, a on the north side, thus closing a species of the rate of fifteen marks yearly. In October parallelogram, of which the Luckenbooths 1561, they ordained the dean of guild," wit formed the upper extremity-the market- al diligence, to mak ane warm studye c place of our ancient city. The uppermost dailles to the minister, Johnne Knox, withi of the prominent houses-having of course his hous, aboue the hall of the same, wit two fronts meeting in a right angle, one lyht and wyndokis thereunto, and all uthe fronting to the line of street, the other look- necessaris." This study is generally sup ing up the High Street--is pointed to by posed to have been a very small wooden pro tradition as the residence or manse of John jection, still seen on the front of the firs Knox, during his incumbency as minister of floor. Close to it is a window in the angl Edinburgh, from 1560 till (with few inter-of the building, from which Knox is said b ruptions) his death in 1572. It is a picturesque building, of three above-ground floors, constructed of substantial ashler masonry, but on a somewhat small scale, and terminating in curious gables and masses of chimneys. A narrow door, right in the angle, gives access to a small room, which has long been occupied as a barber's shop, and which is lighted by one long window presented to the westward. This was the hall of the mansion in former times. Over the window and door is this legend, in an unusually old kind of lettering:

LVFE GOD · ABVFE' AL AND YI NYCHTBOVR

[AS] YI SELF

The word "as" is obliterated. The words are, in modern English, simply the wellknown Scriptural command, "Love God above all, and thy neighbor as thyself." Perched upon the corner above the door is a small effigy of the Reformer, preaching in a pulpit, and pointing with his right hand to a Stone above his head in that direction, which presents in rude sculpture the sun bursting from clouds, with the name of the Deity inscribed on his disk in three languages

ΘΕΟΣ

DEUS

GOD

Dr. M'Crie, in his Life of John Knox, states that the Reformer, on commencing duty in Edinburg at the conclusion of the struggles with the queen-regent, "lodged in the house of David Forrest, a burgess of Edinburgh, from which he removed to the

lodging which had belonged to Durie abbot

tradition to have occasionally held forth t multitudes below.

The second floor, which is accessible b two narrow spiral stairs, one to the south another to the west, contains a tolerably spa cious room, with a ceiling ornamented b stucco mouldings, and a window presented t the westward. A partition has at one tim divided this room from a narrow one toward the north, the ceiling of which is compose of the beams and flooring of the attic fla all curiously painted with flower-work in a ancient taste. Two inferior rooms exten still farther to the northward. It is to b remarked that the wooden projection alread spoken of extends up to this floor, so the there is here likewise a small room in fron it contains a fireplace, and a recess whi might have been a cupboard or a library, b sides two small windows. That this fi place, this recess, and also the door by whi the wooden chamber is entered from t decorated room, should all be formed in t front wall of the bouse, and with a necessa relation to the wooden projection, strikes o as difficult to reconcile with the idea of th projection being an afterthought; the a pearances rather indicate the whole havi been formed at once, as parts of one desig The attic floor exhibits strong oaken bear but the flooring is in bad order.

In the lower part of the house there is small room, said by tradition to have be used in times of difficulty for the purpose baptising children; there is also a well supply the house with water, besides a

cret stair, represented as communicating

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RECENT BRITISH PUBLICATIONS.

he East. Sketches of Travels in Egypt and the Holy Land. By the Rev. J. A. Spencer, M. A., originally published by PUTNAM, of New York, and republished by MURRAY, London, is thus favorably noticed by the Athenæum :

The modest unassuming title of this book affords adequate suggestion of its intrinsic worth. It is itten with so much earnest truthfulness, and inces so intimate an acquaintance with the erue labors of previous writers, that its place may admitted beside works of higher pretensions and ognized merit. The author informs us, that when left the United States, he had no intention to tend his travels beyond the European continent; d being, therefore, in many respects unprepared undertake a work on the East, he does not pred to original learned disquisitions or critical distations. He declares his sole aim to have been deal plainly, candidly and earnestly with all that ne under his observation. Notwithstanding this claimer, Mr. Spencer's intelligence and excellent olarship overcome every disadvantage; and his nd being unbiassed, his opinions and sentiments many points of interest possess an originality ely to be found among travellers over those well dden tracts.

. Wallis's Glimpses of Spain, (an American work,) published by HARPER & BROTHERS, and epublished by Low, London, is rather tartly re-iewed by the Athenæum :

We see no sufficient reason for bringing Mr. Allis hither for publication. He adds nothing to matter of our knowledge of Spain; his manner not so exquisite as to make precious the hasty anings of a very limited excursion:-and his ful ebullitions, where there could be no fair moe for stirring up any bitter sources, cannot of mselves recommend his book to English readers. e productions of foreign genius or wisdom may Pays be sure of finding due welcome in this coun ; nor shall we the less readily appreciate them account of any thing sharp or even severe against hat they may contain. But we cannot extend allowance to works the mediocrity of which is even made pungent by a seasoning of ill-will ard those who are asked to buy them.

if we

to receive inferior books from the United States, may fairly require that they shall at least prethemselves, not with airs of cavil and offence, with the graces of good humor and good man. , to which, shall we add, good spelling?

la and Vanessa. From the French. By Lady Duff Gordon, is characterized as a "delicately ouched piece of heart-history" by the Athenæum. he Daily Nors says of it:

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This is we are thankful for it-the last of the series of Latter-day Pamphlets. Now that they are finished, the aim and object of their writer in issuing them seem as much a mystery as ever. Stripped of their grotesque jargon, they offer no great novelty of doctrine,--no very fresh form of bigotry,--certainly, so far as we are able to comprehend them,

no new and wondrous revelation such as those who wait for signs and wonders had expected. The favorite doctrine of "work or hang" was already familiar to the world in Mr. Carlyle's favorite story of Francia; the deification of brute power had found sufficient utterance in his well-known "squelch goes the rat!" In fact, the new heresies in matters of faith, work, and hero-worship-to say nothing of history, politics and prisons--were all as well known to the erratic youth of this present generation as nightmare, indigestion, and other of the ills that flesh is heir to. Dressed up in somewhat worse English, a little more extravagant in their terms, with generally less beauty in the contortion and less strength in the nodosity, these pamphlets are substantially "Sartor Resartos," "Chartism," and

Past and Present," over again. Mr. Carlyle has given the world a good scolding, pedagogue and pedant fashion,--that is all. We do not say the

world does not eminently deserve a scolding - but

there is no denying that this administration in Cambyses' vein has done it little good. It has laughed when it was to have trembled,-held its sides, when, according to the design, it should have bent its knee. We think Mr. Carlyle is badly informed if he imagines that these monthly explosions have alarmed the people of England, or in any way shaken the isle from its propriety. We suspect the Latter-day Saints--some of whose doings we chronicle in another column-will make a greater sensation than the Latter-day Pamphlets.

The Early Conflicts of Christianity. By the Rev. W. J. Kip. Originally published by APPLETON & Co., New York, is thus spoken of by the Literary

Gazette:

The book is easily written, in the ornate and flowing style now common to transatlantic oratory; but there is no point in the composition, little grace,--and although elaborate attempts are made to paint pictures, no success is achieved. There is nothing in these "Early Conflicts" which could induce us to advise Mr. Kip to carry the campaign into the middle ages and modern times, as he threatens to do on proper encouragement being afforded.

Rural Hours. By Miss Cooper. 2 vols. Originally published by PUTNAM, New York, and reprinted by MURRAY, London, is highly spoken of abroad. It is thus noticed by the Athenæum :

This pleasant book is said to be the maiden production of the well-known American novelist's daughter. We have hitherto been treated to no minute pictures of such life and nature from the other side of the Atlantic as are here exhibited. Mr. Audubon gave us the wonders of the wilderness,-Mrs. Clavers sketched the oddities of life in a new settlement, the sister of Mrs. Howitt in "Our Cousins on the Ohio," -and Mr. Headley in his "Adirondack,"--have severally and variously contributed stores to that treasury out of which imagination can conjure up visions of transatlantic places,-but Miss Cooper's year-book fills a niche which none of the pen-and-ink painters aforesaid have occupied. She chronicles village, wood, and meadow life,-tells how spring wanes into summer, and autumn is followed by winter, in districts where nature is not so wondrous nor man so" unhewn" as in the scenes selected by the writers enumerated. Her entries remind us in their poetical feeling and gentle perspicacity of Gilbert White's. Miss Cooper's allusions to books, too, though not very numerous, are of good quality and in good taste.

Picturesque Sketches of Greece and Turkey. By Aubrey de Vere. 2 vols. BENTLEY.-This work is commended by the New Monthly Magazine, in this style:

The contents of these volumes answer perfectly to the title. Whatever the author sees he picturesquely describes; and so far as words can do

so, he makes pictures of all the subjects he write upon; and had he painted as he has written, or use his pencil equally well with his pen, two more de lightful volumes, to any lover of Greece it woul be difficult to name. With an evidently refine taste, and a perfect acquaintance with the ancien history of the country he travelled through, an the ever famous characters that made its histor what it is, his descriptions combine most pleasingh together the past with the present. He people the scenery with the men whose deeds give to tha scenery all its interest; and whether on the plain o Marathon or the site of Delphi or the Acropolis, has a store of things to say of their past glories and links together, with great artistic skill, tha which is gone with that which remains. By th scholar and the man of taste the volumes will b read with no little delight, as they abound much more with reflections and sensible observations, tha with the common-place incidents of travel.

Howitt's Year Book of the Country, published in London, by COLBURN, and about to be reprinted by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York, is noticed by the Athen aum, as follows:

The "Year Book of the Country" is at once wel come to read and goodly to see. It is richly, poet ically, picturesquely various. We cannot doubt its having a welcome as wide as its range of contents cordial as the love of man and of nature which every line of it breathes. The illustrations are excellent."

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Germania; its Courts, Camps

and People. By the Baroness Blaze de Bury. 2 vols. 8vo. Pub lished by COLBURN, London.

To give an idea of the scope and variety of the contents of this work, comprising so many curious disclosures concerning the various Sovereigns and Courts of Europe during the recent revolutions, it need only be mentioned that among the countries visited by the distinguished author will be found Prussia, Austria, Hungary, Bavaria, Saxony, Servia, Styria, the Tyrol, Hanover, Brunswick, Italy, &c. To enumerate all the distinguished personages with whom the writer had intercourse, and of whom anecdotes are related, would be impossible, but they include such names as the | Emperors of Austria and Russia, the Kings of Prussia, Hanover, Bavaria, and Wurtemberg, the Count de Chambord (Henry IV.), the Queens of Bavaria and Prussia, the ex-Empress of Austria, the Grand Duke of Baden, the Archdukes John, Francis, and Stephen of Austria, Duke Wilhelm of Brunswick, the Prince of Prussia, Prince John of Saxony, the Countess Batthyani, Madame Kossuth, &c. Among the statesmen, generals, and leading actors in the revolutionary movements, we meet with Radowitz, Von Gagern, Schwarzenberg, Bekk, Esterhazy, the Ban Jellacic, Windischgraz, Radetzky, Welden, Haynau, Wrangel, Pillersdorf, Kossuth, Blum, Gorgey, Batthyani, Pulzky, Klapka, Bem, Dembinski, Hecker, Struve, &c.

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