KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



21 1 



At the sociable meal " Tea" (we love this 

 meal ! ) avoid strong infusions. Reject green 

 tea altogether, unless your nerves be Sam 

 sonian. 



Those who dine early (say at one or two 

 o'clock), may venture to take supper; hut it 

 must consist of something very light, — and 

 little of it. 



Take care to be in bed before eleven 

 o'clock. Let your couch consist of a hair- 

 mattrass, in a well-ventilated room ; and stea- 

 dily reject those hurtful luxuries, fire and 

 curtains. 



Have recourse to diet and regimen rather 

 than to physic, to rectify any disorder or 

 trifling irregularity of the body ; and never, 

 wider any circumstances, take powerful medi- 

 cine, unless it be pronounced by a practi- 

 tioner of deserved reputation to be absolutely 

 necessary. 



Every morning throughout the year, at six 

 o'clock, we take at least a half-pint tumbler 

 full of cold spring water. This keeps us 

 hearty, and " the Doctor" out of our house. 

 Physic, under such, circumstances, is never 

 wanted. Nature winks at it, laughingly, — 

 and so do we ! We shall sing the praises of 

 cold spring water till the grave has closed 

 over us. It is 



" The bridge that has carried us safely over" 



a multitude of ailments; and by its strength 

 ours has been quintupled. 



Finally, and emphatically — study to be 

 good-tempered and amiable at home and 

 abroad. Cherish the Christian virtues. Love 

 yourself, and your neighbors as yourself. 

 Live for others. Be cheerful wherever you 

 go. All time not spent in acts of kindness, 

 is so much time mis-spent. Secure as many 

 "friends" as you can, — and, "when found, 

 make a note of." With these "friends," keep 

 up a constant intimacy, hive for them, with 

 them, and in them. When you can't see 

 them, write to them. If you have no time 

 for this, let them write to you. The obser- 

 vance of these suavities and amenities of life 

 brings " health" with it. W"e really believe 

 we should "die" if we were not beloved : life 

 itself, under other circumstances, would be 

 unendurable. 



Happiness, in one, word, is " Contentment." 

 And who can help being " contented," when 

 they feel they are objects of regard and es- 

 teem wherever they show their faces? To 

 love and to be loved, is Heaven below. 



Herein are comprised our 



SwxA SUttes far Swltjr; 



and as no physician attempts to write a 

 " prescription" without casing it in Latin (it 

 would lack " mystery," and consequently 

 " value," were it otherwise), in that learned 

 language we take our leave : — 



" Si quid novisti rectius ktis, 



Candidus imperti ; si non, his utere mecum." 



This, being Englished, means. — " If our read- 

 ers can devise better measures to secure 

 Health than Ave have laid down, let them do 

 so ; if not, let them 



Swallow our Physic !" 

 BIRDS OF S IT 6. 



No. XXIX.— THE GARDEN WARBLER. 



Marvellous indeed is the change which 

 has " come o'er the spirit" of all Nature 

 within the last few weeks ! Some seven M'eeks 

 since, we were gazing from the hills upon 

 the yellow hues of harvest, and viewing the 

 Avell -filled heads of wheat gracefully bovvmg 

 to the lightsome breeze, as they were reflect- 

 ing on the slopes, — " like golden shields cast 

 down from the sun." These have now cdl 

 fallen beneath the vigorous efforts of the 

 reaper, who, under a cloudless sky, and a ver- 

 tical sun, has been pursuing his avocation 

 here and all over the country, with unceasing 

 toil. All hail to a happy " harvest-home," 

 say we! If the corn is in some instances 

 " light," there is an abundance of it by way 

 of compensation. 



Meantime, weary of the din and smoke of 

 a noisy city, all who are blessed with the 

 means and the leisure have fled coastwarcls, 

 to luxuriate in the pleasures so peculiar to 

 this season, — a season when nearly all the 

 world are of " one mind :" — 



" O, for a glimpse of Ocean, the wild roar— 

 Tho fluttering breeze, like breath of distant lands ; 

 The waves' glad riot on the rocky shore ; 

 The calm blue stretch of far-reposing strands ! 

 Oh ! the fair scenes where livingly expands 

 The waste of waters that, with heave and bound, 

 Rejoice in their sublimity — the sands, 

 Where the wild sea-flocks piping blithe are found, 

 Or send their lonely cries, blent with the billows' 

 sound !" 



Such joys as these being denied to some of 

 us, at this present time, — we will pursue our 

 pleasures, still, among the woods and the 

 fields. Just now, there is a most delightful 

 freshness in the wilderness of green boughs 

 and leaves that surround us on every side, 

 and which seem reluctant to relinquish their 

 liveries until necessity compels. The varied 

 tints observable among the foliage of the 

 lofty trees, lend a charm to the season quite 

 indescribable. The willows are in all their 

 glory; and "no tree," observes Evelyn, " af- 

 fordeth so cool a shade as this. Here, 

 agreeably hidden, you may often catch 

 glimpses of the habits of the shyer and 

 smaller animals, — traits which have yet, per- 

 haps, escaped the Naturalist, and which may 

 tend to eradicate those ignorant prejudices 



