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and travels as if the speed of thought was in its limbs. It is a native of the country lying between Egypt and Ethiopia, and is hunted and killed not only for its large and beautiful skin, and the food afforded by its flesh, but especially for the marrow of its bones, which by the inhabitants of that country is regarded as a great luxury.

Its most striking peculiarity consists in its wonderful height. Measured from the ground to the top of the head, this animal is seventeen feet high. Its home is in dense forests, and its food the leaves of trees. The divine wisdom is seen in adapting its structure to the demands of its nature, and the place of its residence.

THE CHILD'S DREAM.

EDITORIAL.

A TEACHER having indulged his pupils in relating to him their fanciful stories and dreams, and in expressing their opinions as to what they regarded as pretty and good, a little girl climbed up on his knee, and looking him in the face, said, "Han't I dood, master?"

"Well she may be," said George, "for she don't have any thoughts, she's such a dot."

"I do have thoughts," said the sweet cherub, "and I dream, too, sometimes."

"What do you dream?" said the master.

"I dreamed once I was a little white birdy, and flied up in the sky, and when I was tired I rested in my mother's bosom. I thought mother had wings too, and she flied up with me; and when she was fainting, I flied to her, and lifted her up, and kept her from falling, and she kissed me for it."

Precious child! how often have such birdies with the white pinions of celestial love borne up their parents to the bosom of God, and thus kept their feet from falling, and their souls death!

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A METEOR, designated the Ignis Fatuus, or Jack-with-alantern, sometimes appears by night over marshy grounds and graveyards. A representation of one of these is seen in the engraving. The phenomenon is produced by inflammable gas or phosphoric matter evolved from decaying substances, either vegetable or animal. Those over graves appear not like a clear flame, but as a vaporous mass of fire intermediate between fog and flame. They are sometimes called corpsecandles.

A clergyman in England was standing one evening leaning over the wall of a church-yard, when he observed a light hovering over a grave. Supposing it somebody with a lantern, he approached, but could see no person; as he followed, the light moved onward. It did not rise from the ground, but advanced across the road, entered a wood and ascended a hill, till at length it disappeared. These meteors are sometimes. so light that one cannot approach them without putting in operation a current of air sufficient to bear them along. Hence, persons are led astray and bewildered by them.

So youthful minds are lured astray by pleasure's roseate hues, by honor's glittering bauble, or fiction's fleecy form. Beware of meteor lights, reader; they are always unsafe guides.

LITERARY NOTICES.

THE FUCHSIA. A Memoir of Elizabeth E. By her Sunday-School teacher.This book contains a well-written account of an English girl, the daughter of a sailor. She was exceedingly beautiful, of gentle manners, sweet disposition, and a bright example of early piety. She died of consumption at the age of fourteen, or rather fell asleep in Jesus.

The work is specially adapted to young ladies, while it contains many excellent hints to those Sabbath-school teachers who desire to be useful in their high and holy vocation.

MEMOIR OF JOHN BRITT, the happy Mute. Compiled from the Writings, Letters, and Conversation of Charlotte Elizabeth. - Years have elapsed since we first read of this simple-hearted youth. The impressions then received, of the development of his faculties and character under the training of his gifted benefactress, still remain in all their freshness. There are incidents related in the book inimitably beautiful, affecting, thrilling. No person who has read a dozen pages of Charlotte Elizabeth's writings, could be easily dissuaded from a thorough perusal and re-perusal of this volume.

SOWERS AND REAPERS. A Lesson for the Young. By the Author of Old Herbert and Little Alice.-This book presents in striking contrast two very dissimilar boys, Robert Steele and John Grant. The former sowed to the flesh and reaped corruption. The latter sowed to the spirit and reaped life everlastAn excellent book for boys who are about to enter upon life's active career. The above are published by the Am. S. S. Union.

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PARENTAL TRAINING. By a Father. This book is of the most practical character. It teaches the responsibility of parents, the objects of a religious education, the duty of both parents to co-operate in imparting instruction, the importance of securing the confidence of children as well as their obedience, and the desirableness of making home pleasant. These and kindred topics are thoroughly discussed and impressively urged home upon the conscience.

FAMILY INSTRUCTION, or the Widow of Monmouth. By the Author of Hugh Clifford, &c. Second edition. The object of this book is to render the instructions of the Old Testament more interesting and profitable. Many things relating to the kings and prophets which are regarded as perplexing, are here made plain and familiar.

MOTHERS ENCOURAGED; containing Hints on their Particular Situations, Duties and Cares.- Mothers are to be encouraged in their work by the declarations and facts recorded in the Word of God, and the success of others. They are liable to be discouraged by a sense of personal incapacity, want of co-operation on the part of the husband, the influence of older children, and by a knowledge of the peculiar temptations which throng around the young.

HOUSEHOLD INSTRUCTION, or the History of Rachel S.- This book presents God's covenant with parents and their children, with masters and their household, as also the duty to watch over and care for the interests of domestics and dependants.

The last four are publications of the Mass. S. S. Society, and sold at their Depository, No. 13 Cornhill. We heartily recommend them. As works developing fundamental principles, and communicating rich funds of thought, on Christian family training, they are unsurpassed. Maternal associations should regard their libraries as incomplete without them.

THE MELODIST. By Geo. J. Webb and Wm. Mason. Boston: Tappan, Whittemore & Mason." This is a collection of popular and social songs, harmonized and arranged for four voices, in an easy and a familiar style." They are eighty-five in number, and among them may be found some of the sweetest melodies ever written. Such a work as this is invaluable for the singing-school and the fireside.

MCSIC COMPOSED FOR THIS WORK BY E. L. WHITE.

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He had not been singing that tune very long,
Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song.
"O sister, look out of the window," said she;
"Here's a dear little bird, singing chick-a-de-
de.

I wish he'd come into the parlor, and see
How warm we would make him; poor chick-
a-de-de."

The bird had flown down for some pieces of bread,

"Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the And heard every word little Emily said;

sleet,

And has neither stockings nor shoes on his
feet;

I pity him so how cold he must be !
And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-de.

"If I were a bare-footed snow-bird, I know
I would not stay out in the cold and the snow;
I wonder what makes him so full of his glee,
He's all the time singing that chick-a-de-de.

"O mother! do get him some stockings and shoes,

And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose;

"What a figure I'd make in that dress!" tho't
he;
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And he laughed, as he warbled his chick-a-de-

"I'm grateful," he said, "for the wish you ex

press,

But I've no occasion for such a fine dress;
I had rather remain with my limbs all so free,
Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-de-de.

"There is ONE, my dear child, though I can-
not tell who,

Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.
Good morning! O, who are so happy as we?"
And away then he went, singing chick-a-de-de.

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