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erected, and pointed oat other minute repairs, and 
then took 11 s to view some effigies and monuments 
of which I had never heard and cared nothing at 
all about. Whilst she was going through with her 
descriptions, I broke away and wandered alone to 
the chancel. There are several monuments, but 
my eye sought and quickly rested on that famous 
bust which has preserved to the world the likeness 
of Sn akspeare. I approached it almost uncon¬ 
sciously, and when 1 looked down found I was 
standing on the slab in which are graved those 
grim words that have preserved inviolate the sa¬ 
cred ashes beneath. 
“ Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare 
To dig the dust enclosed heure : 
Bteste be ye man y t spares then stones, 
And curst be he y t mores my bones.” 
The bust was originally colored to life, but Ma- 
i.onk, who ought to have known better, obtained 
permission to paint it> and it is now of a dull 
leaden color. The hair carls on each side of the 
bare, lofty forehead, and the lips are slightly part¬ 
ed, showing the upper teeth. His hands are rest¬ 
ing on a cushion in an attitude of writing, but the 
pen is gone from the fingers. Beneath are these 
oddly spelled lines: 
“ Stay passenger ; why goest thou by so fust? 
Read if tbou canst whom envious death bast plast 
Within this monument: Shabspearo with tvhotne 
Quicks nature dide ; whose name doth deck .ys tombe 
Far more than cost; sith all yt he bath wiitt 
Leaves living art but page to serve his witt." 
His family are interred by his side, and back 
against the wall, lying upon his tomb is a full 
length effigy of Joun Combe, upon whom Shaks- 
feaue is said to have composed a sarcastic epitaph. 
After coming out we strolled about the populous 
church-yard, and gazed into the Avon which 
murmurs at its feet. I plucked a branch from a 
yew tree for a. memento, anu just as the broad, red 
sun was dipping behind the horizon, we turned 
our steps towards the hamlet of Shaiters, where 
the young Willie found his gentle Anne Hatha¬ 
way. It is about a mile distant from the village, 
and the same footpath still leads across the Gelds 
and brooks. It was the very hour, too, when be 
would naturally have bent his course thither, and 
it was a thrilling thought that he had trod this 
very path and crossed these brooks, and listened 
to the rustling of billowy grain on these fields.— 
Wo passed through several rustic gates, and hv 
one stood a pair of country lovers. The house 
looks very ancient,—it is built of timber and brick, 
and has a thatched roof. A lady invited us to 
enter. In the hall stands the “Courting Chair," 
which is large enough for two, aud certainly looks 
very old. There is a rough stone floor and low 
celling, >md portions of the oaken wainscot around 
the walls. The chimney is wide and spacious, and 
the lady was particular in pointing out the hooks 
The next room T entered was that in which the 
notes are deposited which are ready for issue.— 
‘ VVe have thirty-two million pounds sterling in 
this room," the officer remaiked to me, “ will you 
take a little of it?” I told him it would be very 
agreeable, and he handed me a million, (five mil¬ 
lions of dollars,) which f received with many 
thanks for his liberality, but he Insisted on my 
depositing it with him again, as it would be hard¬ 
ly sale to carry so much money in the street. I 
very much fear that I shall never see the money 
again. In the vault beneath the door was the di¬ 
rector and the cashier counting the hags of gold, 
which men were pitching down to them, each bag 
containing a thousand pounds sterling, just from 
tbe mint. This world of monej' seemed to realize 
the fables ol eastern wealth, and gave me new and 
strong impressions of the magnitude of the busi 
ness done here, and the extent of the relations of 
this one institution to the commerce of the world. 
— Selected. 
[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S57, by 
IT. I). T. Moore, in the Clerk's Oitiee of the District 
Court for the Northern District of New York.] 
For Moore’s Knral New-Yorker. 
THE SWEET STORY OF THE CROSS. 
BY vr. E. KNOWLES. 
0, op all the sweet stories of passionate love, 
That have ever delighted a listening ear, 
The sweet story of Jesus, that came from above, 
Is the sweetest and dearest we ever shall hear. 
It awakens a hope in the bosoms of at] 
That are lnngiog to see His appearance again ; 
And the star in the East leads the way to the stall 
Where the new-born Redeemer of sinners was tain. 
And the tbeooe is the burden of mauy a song, 
As tbe harps of tbe angels are tuned to the IayB, 
And tbe heavenly host in a choitii .lrolong 
The sweet anthems of glory, and honor, and praise. 
And though often repeated, it still fs as new 
As when first it was told to tbe ruined and lost; 
And will ever be dear to tbe faithful and true, 
As a sacrifice offered at infinite cost 
BY GLEZEN F. WILCOX, 
The Haunts of Shakspeare. 
The birth-place of SiuKsfkahe, and his tomb, 
the park in which his youthful exploit of deer 
stealing was performed, and the scenery amidst 
which he passed his earliest years, these were the 
shrines of our poetical pilgrimage. After leaving 
Warwick, we walked six miles, and came to Char- 
lecote Faik, in which standB the ancient family 
mansion of the Lucys. It is yet, 1 believe, in the 
possession of a gentleman of that name who is 
• descended from the immortal Justice before whom 
young Shaksfeare was arraigned for deer steal¬ 
ing. We crossed a bridge over the Avon, which 
flows through the Park, aud passed through a rus¬ 
tic gate into the grounds. There is a public right 
of way, at least for pedestrians, which has been 
held from time immemorial. 
It is a fiue specimen of the residences of English 
gentlemen —residences which we have not in 
Americs, because they are notthegrowth of aday. 
You tread a thick, soil turf, iu the shade of trees 
that arc centuries old. We have, it is true, forest 
trees which boost au equal age, hut in symmetry 
of form, iu the length of branches, and iu rich 
musses of foliage, they will bear no comparison 
with those which have been growing and carefully 
nurtured for a hundred years. There is something 
sublime in the life of a tree, which, standing alone 
and unsheltered, grows up in Bilence, spreading 
out its loaded branches, and pushing them up to 
heaven iu defiance of storm and tempest. A troop 
of deer were reposing in the shade of an elm, and 
they gazed ut us curiously as we entered and sat 
down on a rustic bench near by. They were of all 
sizes, trom the sleek and delicate fawn to tbe state¬ 
ly buck with wide branching aatlers. If they aie 
a fair specimen of the herds in the day of Suaks- 
peare, it is no wonder he was tempted. Hlowly 
the herd moved away, and mixed with tbe cattle, 
sheep and horses which were grazing on the lawn 
by the side of the Avon. It is supposed but few 
if any of the trees in the Park were growing in 
the time ot Shaksfeare, but the mansion in their 
midst was built iu the reign of Elizabeth —that, 
at least, was in existence in the poet’s time. 
We passed through the Park into the road, and 
saw a tapering spire rising from the midst of trees 
about three miles distant. I knew that in the 
church beneath repose the ashes of the bard.— 
Upon entering the town we crossed the river by a 
stone bridge, built in the reign of Henry VII., and 
leaving uur knapsacks at an inn, went immediate¬ 
ly to tbe birth-place of the poet. The house is the 
poorest looking building in the row in which it 
stands; the others are modern, or have been re¬ 
paired. Only about a third of the poet’s house 
remains in it a original condition, the rest having 
been refronted, but fortunately that part which is 
untouched contains the room in ■which he was 
born. It is & frame of wooden beams filled in with 
masonry; the beams which are left visible are 
blackened with age and exposure. The building 
commonly looks much better iu pictures than in 
reality. It is entirely unprotected by any extraor¬ 
dinary means from wasting by the elements, and 
should a lire happen to break out iu the row, it 
might be consumed. Surely it is of value sufficient 
to entitle it to better protection, and it would be 
well if some of the buildings immediately contig¬ 
uous were removed, a few trees planted near it, 
and its original appearance restored as uear as 
possible. 
A splendid carriage and pair of borseB stood in 
front of the house. We entered, and surveying 
the lower room for a moment, ascended a short 
flight of stairs to tho chamber where the poet was 
born. They are the original stnirs, and often has 
the young Biiakspeark galloped over them, and 
played upon the steps. The size of tho apartment 
we entered is about seven puces by nine; the walls 
are not more than seven feet high, and from top to 
bottom, on the windows aud ceiling overhead, 
every place except the floor, is covered with 
names. There seems to be no let or hindrance in 
the matter, and Borne ate daubed on the walls iu 
large characters, thereby obliterating a score of 
others. But what a spectacle; the names of the 
proud and the great are on tho walls of that hum¬ 
ble room. AY hat a triumph of genius—compelling 
the homage aud admiration or the world, though 
its possessor was low in rank, and rented amid 
such humble fortpucs. Walter Scott scratched 
his name on the window with a diamond. I looked 
for Washington Irvino’s, but the attendant said 
it was entirely obliterated by other names. So, 
too, is Lord Byron's, I was told that Irving re¬ 
mained a couple of weeks in the village, and ob¬ 
tained leave to sleep in the room for one night_ 
Perhaps more distinguished visitors have written 
their names on the chimney than auyw here else 
There are the autographs of many celebrated 
actors, and among them I saw Edmund Kean, 
and Warrick, 
The natural history of the sponge is very ob¬ 
scure. The contradictor}' assertions of naturalists 
forbid any degree of precision, even in its classi¬ 
fication. Some regard it as a vegetable, others as 
an auimal, others again as a union of both in the 
polypi. All agree in admitting that two substan¬ 
ces are found in the sponge:—one in tbe interior, 
consisting of a fibrous cornea, forming a tiesue 
more or less compact, to the centre of which there 
adheres a marine body; the other, on the exterior, 
is of a soft, gelatinous consistency, andappearsto 
be the seat of sensibility and life. But little is 
known as to the origin or duration of the life of 
sponge. It is conjectured that its growth must be 
very rapid, as two years suffice to re-people the 
rock despoiled by the gatherers. The sponge 
presents on its exterior variable forms, without 
any degree of regularity, though it bears a close 
analogy to the stony polypi. The fibrous tissue is 
the only part that cun he studied with attention, 
but such examination reveals irregularities so nu¬ 
merous, and differences so great, that it is most 
difficult to assign a generic character to tbe inte¬ 
rior. The fibrous net-work, the fine elastic tissue, 
are solely the index by which the quality of the 
sponge may be ascertained, without furnishing da¬ 
ta on which to establish whether these properties 
are natural or accidental. 
The sponge is common to all seas; but differ¬ 
ences exist as to its quality. The best sponges 
are those which are brought from the coast of 
Turkey, and among these the Syrian are the most 
highly esteemed for toilet use. They are- of finer 
grain, a greater flexibility, and are more porous— 
they have a greater capacity for absorption. In 
commerce they are divided into three classes— 
color, delicacy and elasticity of tissue, together 
with compactness of material. The white, deli¬ 
cately-grained sponges are reckoned the best: 
there is a second class, stronger, and a more yel¬ 
lowish tint; and a common class, known as Venice 
sponge, and only employed for the most ordinary 
purposes. 
Sponge gathering, or, as it is very commonly 
called, the sponge fishery, commences in June and 
terminates in August; on the coast of Syria it is 
sometimes prolonged to Sept. At the beginning 
of the season the fishermen prepare for work, and 
either enter on the undertaking on their own ac¬ 
count, or in the service of some enterprising 
speculator. Those who fish on their own account, 
or in the employment of others, form into parties 
of live or six, under the command of a reis. The 
boats employed are small, bnt admirably adapted 
for the purpose. The fishermen when they observe 
a pile of sponge rock, take in sail, cast anchor, 
and each man in turn plunges 
For Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HOME AND HEAVEN, 
Marietta, in the year 1783. The peculiar transac¬ 
tions comprising its early history were similar to 
those to which all Western States, at that period 
receiving the hardy pioneers, were incident.— 
Mauy a spot which civilization now Messes could 
fairly claim the title, of “dark and bloody ground.” 
From the lakes to her noble river, they struggled 
with hardship, disease and death, but possessing 
an energy that never falters, the foundation was 
laid for the noble structure now known as the 
“Buckeye State." The population in 1700 wa 3 
3,000; in 1*00, 45,305; 1810, 230,700; continually 
increasing, until at the last census, in I860, the 
number was 1,980,408. Thedwellings at this period 
numbered 336,008; farms, 143,887, manufacturing 
establishments, 10,550. 
Agricnlture is the main interest of Ohio. In 
I860, of wheat 14,487,351 bushels were produced; 
corn 50,078,095; oats 13,472,742; barley 351,358; 
rye 425,918; potatoes 5,057,709; tuns of hay 1,433,- 
152; pounds of wool 10.100,371; of flax 446,032.— 
The annual value of slaughtered animals was 
7,430,243. At this period there were yearly made 
48,207 gallons of wine. The cash value of the 
farms was estimated to be $35S,758,603; of imple¬ 
ments and machinery $12,750,585; of live stock 
$14,121,741. 
In manufactures the capital invested amounted 
to $28,012,136, and tbe articles manufactured to 
$01,015,036. 
In the colleges of the State there were 3,021 stu¬ 
dents. The academies numbered 200, with 5,052 
pup .Is; common schools 11,601, with 484,153.— 
There were 352 1 ibrarics with an aggregate number 
of volumes amounting to 186,826. 
The Governor is elected by the people for two 
years. The Senators are chosen biennially, and 
are apportioned according to the number of white 
ma.e inhabitants over 21 years of age. The num¬ 
ber can never be less than one-third, nor more than 
one-half the number of the Representatives. The 
Representatives are apportioned among the coun¬ 
ties according to the number of inhabitants over 
21 years of age, and theic never cun be more than 
72 nor less than 36. The Judges of the Snpreme 
Court and other Courts are elected by the joint- 
ballot of the Legislature for the term of seven 
years. The right of suffrage is enjoyed by all 
white male citizens over 21 years of age, who have 
resided in the State one year next preceding the 
election, and who have paid or been assessed with 
a State or county tax. 
To the child of earth, whose dearest hopes and 
brightest dreams of bliss have been chilled by mis- 
fortnne,howpleasingthe influence thatspringsl'rom 
the thought of Home. The heart that is forced to 
battle with the rough storms and tempests inci¬ 
dent to oar pilgrimage here, too often grows cold 
and selfish, and passions with all their dark forms 
are aroused, that under more genial atmosphere 
might still have slumbered on—but in all this 
world of ours, there are probably few souls so 
hardened that will not thrill to the magic of that 
whispered syllable, and amid distracting cares and 
perplexities, turn with an instinctive longing to 
the fireside-circle where are gathered the “dear 
ones" whose kindly words and smiles dispel the 
gloomy shadows, and inspire the heart of tiie 
“strong man" withnew aud nobler purposes. And 
from that sacred spot, the shrine of earth’s purest 
affections, he goes forth stronger to resist tempta¬ 
tion, braver to meet the ills ot life, and more earn¬ 
est in his desire to heap up riches, that, those loved 
forms may be shielded from the rude winds of ad¬ 
versity, and that their pathway to the grave may 
he a thornless one. 
The traveler on a foreign shore, striving for 
deathless laurels, may perchance after years of toil 
and suffering feel that his visions of glory are 
realized—bnt never, even in his proudest moments 
of triumph does he forget his native land, or the 
home of his childhood, where a mother's hand 
first rested upon his head in blessing. AYho shall 
say that words of praise from that mother’s lips 
would not fall upon bis ear in sweeter accents than 
all the homage bestowed by crowds of admiring 
worshipers? And when Fame has woven her 
chaplets for his brew until his soul is satiated, he 
journeys homeward with a sigh of relic-f, dreaming 
not of sunny skies, and arc's grandest, productions; 
but of the hour when he shall again reach the “dear 
retreat" from which he has been so long banished. 
The Poet, with all the countless themes that 
filled his imagination, did not fail to breathe in 
song a tribute to “Home, Sweet Home," and those 
touching lines seem invested with a deeper tender¬ 
ness, when wo reflect that the gifted author died a 
wanderer in a strange land, with no “roof-tree” to 
shelter him, or kind friends to soothe his last 
hours with acts of love. 
The Christian, tossed on the sea of life, strug¬ 
gling with conflicting waves and gales, may sur¬ 
round bis earthly habitation with a halo of light 
brighter than the jewels in a monarch's ciowd, yet 
an angel is ever at his side pointing him away from 
thesetransitory scenes to his heavenly home, and oft 
he pauses to listen to the "sweet voice," and to dwell 
with rapturous vision upon the time when for him 
those “pearly gates" will unclose, and his bark 
will be safely moored in the havep. of eternal rest. 
Eternal rest! How soothing the sentiment to the 
weary and afflicted—not forever must our spiritual 
nature be confined to this frail tenement so often 
racked with disease and suffering, but soon, very 
soon, will it burst its bonds and soar away to bask 
in the sunshine of infinite perfection. Heaven 
possesses a mystery beyond the power of our finite 
conceptions to grasp; but we are assured it is a 
place of unutterable bliss, of dazzling splendor, of 
never-ceasing love—that “it has no need of the 
san, neither of the moon to lighten'it, for the glory 
of God shall lighten it and tkeJI,AMB is the light 
thereof." AVe know that there “ angels strike to 
angel strains," that redeemed spirits are clothed 
in robes of white, and are perpetually tuning their 
harps in praise to Him who has washed them in 
His own blood, and made them “heirs of that in¬ 
heritance which is incorruptible, undetiled, and 
that, fadeta not away.” Is not all this knowledge 
sufficient to strengthen our feebte faith, and make 
us long for an entrance into that “Celestial City” 
where our Savior has prepared a mansion, and a 
golden crown for all “who by patient continuance 
in well-doiDg, seek for glory, andihonor, and im¬ 
mortality,—eternal life?” j. e. s. 
East Pembroke, N. Y , 1S67- 
“You are a greater puzzle than ever to me, 
Thnrnall,” said Frank. “ Y'on are always pretend¬ 
ing to care for nothing hut your own interest, and 
yet here yon have gone out of your way to incur 
odium, knowing, you say, that your cause was all 
hut hopeless." “AVell, I do it because I like it.— 
It’s a sort of sporting with your true doctor. He 
blazes away at a disease when he sees one, as he 
would at a bear or a lion—the very sight of it ex¬ 
cites his organ of destructiveness. Don't you un¬ 
derstand ine? You hate sin, you know. Well, I 
hate disease. Moral evil is your devil, and physi¬ 
cal evil is mine. I hate it, little or big; I hate to 
see a fellow sick; I hate to see a child rickety and 
pale; Ihatc to see specks of dirt in the street; Ihatc 
to see a woman's gown torn; I hate to see her stock¬ 
ings down at the heel; I hate to see anything 
wasted, manure wasted, land wasted, muscle wast¬ 
ed, pluck wasted, brains wasted: r hato neglect, 
incapacity, idleness, ignorance, and all the disease 
and misery which spring out of them. There’s 
ray devil; and I can't help, for the life of me, going 
at his throat wherever I meet him.”— Kingsley's 
T\no Years Ago. 
into the water.— 
The diver places his feet on a large stone attached 
to a cord which he holds in hh hands. When he 
reaches the rock, he tears away the sponge, and 
places it in a bag before him. Having gathered as 
much as he possibly can, he re-ascends, and the 
second diver plunges in and carries on the work. 
The divers will sometimes descend thirty fathoms 
(ISO feet) in search of the sponge. 
When they arrive on shore, the divers dig a hole 
in the sand and fill it with water. Into this hole 
the sponge is plunged, and the men tread it with 
their feet until the whole of the outer gelatinous 
coating is removed. YYheu it has been thorough¬ 
ly denuded of this membrane, and presents to the 
eye nothing bnt its own natural color, the process 
is complete. 
Beyront aud Tripoli are the chief sponge mar¬ 
kets. Tripoli being in the immediate neighbor¬ 
hood of the fishery, is the most productive—and 
is the centre of the sponge trade. The quantity 
of sponge sold at this place has rendered it essen¬ 
tial to establish a market especially devoted to 
this object. The middle of September is the 
busiest time in Tripoli, and a curious mixture of 
Europeans and Orientals—of French, Italian, En¬ 
glish, Druses, Turcomans, Kurds, chaffer with the 
Greek merchants over the sponge. The tcene is 
not easily forgotten.— Selected. 
Tue Bank of England should he seen on the in¬ 
side as well as out, and to get into the interior of 
this remarkable building, to observe the opera¬ 
tions of an institution that exerts more moral and 
political power than any sovereign in Europe, you 
must have an order from the governor of the bank. 
The building occupies an irregular area of eight 
acres of ground—an edifice of no architectural 
beauty, with not one window toward the street, be¬ 
ing lighted altogether from the roof of the en¬ 
closed areas. 
I was led, on presenting my card of admission, 
into a private room, where, after a delay of a 
few moments^ a messenger came and conducted 
me through the mighty and mysterious building. 
Down wo went into a room where the notes of the 
bank received the day before were now examined, 
compared with the entries in the books, and stored 
away. The Bank of England never issues the 
same note a second time. It receives, in the ordi¬ 
nary course of business about £800,000 or $4,000,- 
000 , daily, iu notes; these are put up into parcels 
according to their denominations boxed up with 
the date of their reception,and are kept ten years, 
at the expiration of which period they are taken 
out and grouud up in the mill, which I saw run¬ 
ning, and made again into paper, if in the course 
of ten years any dispute in business or law suit 
arises concerning the payment of any note, the 
bank can produce the identical bill. 
To meet the demand for notes so constantly used 
up, the bank has its own paper-makers, its own 
printers, its own engravers, all at work under the 
same roof, and it even makes tbe machinery by 
which the most of its owu work is done. A com¬ 
plicated but beautiful operation is a register, ex¬ 
tending from the printing office to the banking 
offices, which marks every sheet of paper that is 
struck oil' from the press, so that the printers can¬ 
not manufacture a single sheet of bank notes that 
is not recorded iu the bank. 
On the same principle of exactness, a shaft is 
made to pass from one apartment to another, con¬ 
necting a clock in sixteen different wings of the 
establishment, aud regulating them with such pre 
cision that the whole of them are always pointing 
to the same second of time. In another room was 
a machine, exceedingly simple, for detecting light 
gold coins. A row of them was (Hopped one by on 
upon a spring scale. If the piece of gold was of 
the standard weight, the scale rose to a certain 
height, aud the coin slid off upon the side of the 
box; if less than the standard, it rose a little high¬ 
er aud the coin slid off on tho other side. I asked 
the weigher what was the average number of light 
coins that came into his hands, and strangely 
enough, he said it was a question he was not al¬ 
lowed to answer. 
“lttE St ars and Strifes."— The American flag 
originated in a resolution of Congress, June 13, 
1777, “That the flag of the thirteen United States 
bo thirteen stripes, alternately red und white; that 
the Union he thirteen stars, white in a blue field, 
representing a new constellation.” The combina¬ 
tion is thought to have been derived from the 
arms of (len. Washington, which contains three 
stars in the npper portion, and three bars runniug 
across the escutcheon; if this is not correct, the 
co-incidence is striking. There were several flags 
used before the striped flag by tbe Americans.— 
Formerly, a new stripe wus added for each new 
State admitted to the Union, until the flag became 
too large; when, by act of Congress, the stripes 
were reduced to the old thirteen; and now a star 
is added to the Union at the accession of each new 
State .—Notes and Queries. 
Power of tue Hcman Eye. —George Pitt, af¬ 
terwards Lord Rivers, declared that he could tame 
the most furious animal by looking at it steadily. 
T.ord Speuce said, ‘-Well, there is a mastiff in the 
court yard here, which is the terror of the whole 
neighborhood; will yon try your power on him?” 
Pitt agreed to do so, aud the company descended 
to the court yard. A servant held the mastiff by 
a chain. Pitt kneit down a short distance from 
the auimal, and stared him sternly in the face.— 
They all shuddered. At a signal given, the mas¬ 
tiff was let loose, and rushed furiously towards 
Pitt, then suddenly checked his pace, seemed con¬ 
founded, and leaping over Pitt's head, ran away 
and was not seen for mauy hours after. During 
one of my visits to Italy, while i was walking a 
little before my carriage on the road not far from 
Vienna, I perceived two huge dogs bounding to¬ 
wards me. I recollected what Pitt had done, and 
trembling from head to foot, I yet had resolution 
enough to stand quite still and eye them with a 
fixed look. They gradually relaxed their speed 
from a gallop to a trot, came up to me, stopped for 
a moment aad went back again.— Rogers ’ Table 
lalk. 
Consider the dignity of this, to be admitted 
into so near converse with the highest majesty.— 
Were there nothing to follow, no answer at all, 
prayer pays itself in the excellence of its nature, 
and the sweetness that the soul fiuds in it. Toor 
fallen man, to be admitted into heaven while he is 
on earth, and there to oome^andjspeak his mind 
freely to the Lord of heaven and earth as his 
friend, as his father!—to empty all his complaints 
into his bosom, to refresh his soul in his God, 
wearied with the follies and miseries of the world. 
Where there is anything' of His love, this is a 
privilege of the highest sweetness, for they that 
love, find much delight to disoourse together, and 
count alilionrs short, and think the day runs too 
fast, that is so spent. And they that are much in 
this exercise, the Lord doth impart his secrets 
much to them .—Archbishop Leighton. 
Emsikuson is over the great beam 
across the fireplace, and in another part I saw Al¬ 
fred Tennyson. 
We next went to the church whore Suaksfkark 
is buried, passing on our way the Town Hall which 
contaius iu a niche a statue ol tho poet, presented 
by Garrick. He is represented in the same atti¬ 
tude as in Westminster Abbey, one arm resting on 
some books, and pointing with his other hand to a 
scroll. The lines, however, on the scroll are differ¬ 
ent, They are taken from Midsummer Night’s 
Dream. 
“ The Poet’s eye In a fine frenzy rolling, 
Both glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, 
And ns imagination hodies forth 
The (onus of things unknown, the poet’s pen 
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing 
A local habitation and a name." 
From the ch urch-yard gate a walk underneath the 
intermingling tops of lindens, leads to the Gothic 
porch. Of course we were not permitted to enter 
alone; hut wore compelled to have a guide, and 
the lady who acted in that capacity first drew our 
attention to the new ceiling which lately has been 
“ Filibusters.” — The title of filibusters is a 
mere corruption of the Euglish word freebooters 
—a German term imported into England daring 
the Low-Country wars of Elizabeth’s reign. It has 
been erroneously traced to the Dutch word fly¬ 
boat; but the Jesuit traveler Charlevoix asserts 
that, iu fact, this species of craft derived its title 
from being first used by the filibusters, and not 
from its swiftness. This, however, is evidently a 
mistake, us Drayton and Hakluyt use the word; 
and it seems to be of even earlier standing in the 
French language. The derivation from the 
English word freebooter is at once seen when the 
*in filibuster becomes lost iu pronunciation.— C. 
IK T/wml-ury. 
Death levels tbe wholefliuman race; for it is 
only when he has stripped men of everything ex¬ 
ternal that their deformities can be clearly dis¬ 
covered, or their worth correctly ascertained.— 
Laitdor. 
Captain Beaufort saw near Smyrna, in 1841, a 
cloud of locusts 40 miles long, and 300 yards deep, 
containing as he calculates, 169 billions. 
