But most, Thy goodness I admire,
When I behold Thy sacred plan,
That formed the soul of vital fire,
And bade it live in man.

Teach me, O God! Thy truth to know
To see how vast thy wisdom flows;
Thy mercy to my spirit show,

Ánd bid my soul repose.

Illume the spark Thy hand has drawn

From the deep realm where spirit breathes,

And let it greet the kindling dawn
Which heaven's bright ray bequeathes.

STANZAS.

BY REV. W. 0. PEABODY.

I love the memory of that hour
When first in youth I found thee;
For infant beauty gently threw
A morning freshness round thee;
A single star was rising then,
With mild and lovely motion;
And scarce the zephyr's gentle breath
Went o'er the sleeping ocean.

I love the memory of that hour-
It wakes a pensive feeling,
As when within the winding shell
The playful winds are stealing;
It tells my heart of those bright years
Ere hope went down in sorrow,
When all the joys of yesterday
Were painted on to-morrow.

Where art thou now? Thy once loved flowers

Their yellow leaves are twining,

And bright and beautiful again

That single star is shining;

But where art thou? The bended grass

A dewy stone discloses,

And love's bright footsteps print the ground
Where all our peace reposes.

Farewell! my tears are not for thee,
'Twere weakness to deplore thee;
Or vainly mourn thine absence here,
While angels half adore thee.
Thy days were few and quickly told;
Thy short and mournful story
Hath ended like the morning star,
That melts in deeper glory.

ELEGY ON BISHOP HEBER.

BY REV. J. W. CUNNINGHAM.

He fell not in climbing the icy steep
Which ambition delights to scale;
For the deeds of his arm not a widow shall
Or an orphan her father bewail;
It was not in piercing the mountain's side,
For the mine's forbidden treasure;
Or in pushing his bark o'er the shallow tide
Of bright but delusive pleasure.

Here honor and interest woo'd him to rest,
And spoke of the evils to come;

weep,

And love clasp'd him close to her cowardly breast,
And whispered the joys of his home;

But zeal for his Lord dissolved every chain
By which we endeavored to bind him;
He paid every tear by tears back again,
But cast all our wishes behind him.

And he mounted the deck, and we saw him depart
From our breezy and verdant shore;

And we left him, in sadness and sickness of heart,
To think we might see him no more;

But he sought the far coast of the sultry land,
Where the sun never knows a cloud;
And he planted his foot on the burning strand,
And his head at the altar he bowed:

And his soul, by the solemn oath he bound,
To live and to die for the Lord;
The idol temples to strew on the ground,
And to publish the life-giving Word;
And he preached it by day, and by dewy eve,
And when night had darkened the plain.
Ah! who shall the tale of his labors weave,
And, so, give us our brother again?

He fell, as he conquered;-a sorrowing crowd
Of each people, and language, and tongue,
Pressed sadly around his cold grave, and, aloud
Their heart-broken obsequies sung:
"Our brother has fallen :-and, low in the dust,
Do his earthly relics slumber:

But his spirit is gone to the land where the just
Surround the white throne' without number."
But his grave has a voice, and I hear it proclaim,
"Go forward, till day chases night;
Till all nations adore the unspeakable Name,
And the world's one wide ocean of light;
Till our God is enthroned on Judah's dark hills,
And sheathes His all-conquering sword;
Till the desolate earth with His glory He fills,
And all realms are the realms of the Lord."

DRUIDICAL TEMPLE, AVEBURY.

This once magnificent temple is situated about five miles west from Marlborough, in Wiltshire, and in the vicinity of the remains of Stonehenge, England. Its ruins are the most gigantic and intéresting of all the ancient British monuments; and in its pristine state it was of the same class for magnitude as Stonehenge, Stanton-Drew, the Hurlers, Long Meg and her Daughters, and various other monuments in Carnwall, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and Britany; but it surpassed all these in the number and size of its upright stones, its vallum and fosse, and its appendages.

The village of Avebury is situated in the midst of a large tract of flat country, bounded by a ridge of hills to the east, another more lofty to the south, and various inequalities to the west, all sloping in the western direction. It is encircled by a deep ditch, and a lofty vallum. Within the enclosure are some very large stones standing erect, and several others lying on the ground. At some distance south of the village are other large stones, some standing, and others prostrate; and about half a mile west of the vallum are two more, erect. Some of the houses and walls of the village are constructed with large masses of broken stones. In its orignal state, this great temple must have presented a singular and impressive appearance. A large flat area of ground was surrounded by a broad ditch, and a lofty vallum; the latter being raised on the outside of the former. This ridge appears to have been intended for a standing place for spectators to overlook the whole of the interior area. Immediately