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to be parted ! Their union in that little 

 quiet walk may have determined their union 

 in iit'e. Blessed then be that sweet country 

 Love Lane, and its narrow path, that had 

 joined them, arm in arm, and heart in heart ; 

 and blessed also be that grand Love Lane 

 which shall likewise join man and woman, 

 lover and sweetheart, husband and wife, 

 friend and friend, and brother and sister,in the 

 walk of Philanthropy — in the path of Truth ! 



Let us pass on through this little Love 

 Lane of ours. Fear not the briar ; it has 

 Eweet-scented young shoots and bright 

 blossoms. Fear not the bramble ; it has rich 

 bloomy fruit, full of ripe red juice. We may 

 brusli off those crystal beads of dew upon our 

 coats: but they have scented the air, and as 

 they fall they ring a gentle music. We may 

 tread upon the grass, but its green blades 

 will rise up timidly after our feet. Let us 

 pass on. The fir tree drops its cone before 

 our steps ; we pick it up. How beautifully 

 is it formed ! How finely closing one upon 

 another are its deep green or rich russet 

 plates of vegetable armory ! How they 

 unite in protecting those seeds, as they join 

 together in their conelike shape ; from a firm 

 base tapering to an apex most symmetrical, 

 — like a purpose to an end ! Let us pass on 

 as the blackbirds pipe, and the mavis warbles, 

 and those little bluish field-sparrows twitter 

 through the hedge ; and like them sing out 

 our songs in harmony with the gushes of 

 Nature. Let us pass on while the sky is 

 blue above us, while the sunbeams glance 

 from a fair morning Heaven, while the grass 

 is green, and rainbowed with dews ; and as 

 we go, let us bless God that His good works 

 are ever young. 



Thus passing on, the path ascends. * We 

 mount a little hillock, a few rude steps, and 

 climb another stile, and then what a pros- 

 pect is before us ! Bright green hills, wide 

 and open, where the lambs play, and the 

 cows feed, are ready with their soft turf 

 and health breezes for our feet. From their 

 bosoms swelling Heavenward, as we lie 

 thereon, we see the pleasant valley, and the 

 steaming field, and the thrifty farmstead, and 

 all the beauties within that wide horizon, 

 Though that little Love Lane of ours was 

 straight and narrow, it has led us to a vast 

 and goodly prospect. So are the other Lanes 

 of Love — so is the path of Truth. It is 

 straight and narrow, but at length it leads us 

 to the light of a grand scene. 



We stand upon the earth — the skies are 

 around us ! G. B. 



[There are more "Love Lanes" than one, 

 thank God. We shall be found in some few 

 of them ere long,— and with a " choice com- 

 panion" too. " Love Lane," in June, is a 

 favorite walk of ours. There do we find 

 sympathy, peace, and happiness.] 



IS IT NOT "NICE?" 



Uxdeii my window, under my window, 



All in the Midsummer weather, 

 Three pretty girls, with fluttering curls, 



Flit to and fro together : — 

 There's Bell, with her bonnet of satin sheen, 

 And Maud, with her mantle of silver-green, 



And Kate, with the scarlet feather. 



Under my window, under my window, 



Leaning stealthily over, 

 Merry and clear, the voice I hear 



Of each glad-hearted rover. 

 Ah ! sly little Kate, she steals my roses, 

 And Maud and Bell twine wreaths and posies, 



As busy as bees in clover. 



Under my window, under my window, 

 In the blue Midsummer weather, 



Stealing slow, on a hushed tip-toe, 

 I catch them all together : — 



Bell, with her bonnet of satin sheen, 



And Maud, with her mantle of silver-green, 

 And Kate, with the scarlet feather. 



Under my window, under my window, 

 And off, through the orchard closes ; 



While Maud, she flouts, and Bell, she pouts, 

 They scamper and drop their posies ; 



But dear little Kate takes nought amiss, 



And leaps in my arms with a loving kiss, 

 And I give her all my roses ! 



T. W. — Athenceum. 



MORE OF THE V/ONDEES OF CREATION. 



THE CHAMELEON. 



BY W. J. BRODERIP, F.R.S. 



In A state of freedom, and in its 

 natural haunts, the Chameleon would seem to 

 be a very different being from the torpid in- 

 valid seen amongst us in confinement. Has- 

 selquist speaks almost rapturously of it, 

 calling it an " elegant creature." He tells us 

 that it is frequently found in the neighbor- 

 hood of Smyrna, particularly near the village 

 Sedizeud. There he describes it as climbing 

 the trees, and running among the stones. 

 The people of the country told him that it 

 lived in hollow trees. Hasselquist was not 

 an eye-witness of this habit ; but often saw 

 it climb on the branches of the olive, plane, 

 and other trees. He had seen the chameleon 

 of Egypt ; but observes that it is less than 

 the Asiatic, and is not often met with. 



When Hasselquist made all the inquiry he 

 could concerning the nature of the animal, in 

 a place where it was so frequently found, the 

 inhabitants told him that it would assume 

 the color of a piece of cloth, or other painted 

 or colored substance, which might be put be- 

 fore it. Some assured him that it lived only 

 on air, but others told him that they had seen 

 it catching a sort of very small flies. 



The qualities of changing color and living 

 on air have been attributed to the chameleon 



