O that all the young who read this memorial, may be induced to imitate the bright example of Clara Wickes; that, like her, they may be fully prepared for the trials and sorrows of life, or for an early departure to another world.

Maidenhead.

R. W.

FIRST SIGHT OF A SLAVE.

IN entering Maryland, the day's journey was rendered memorable to me, but it was by a very natural occurrence. At the last stopping-place before arriving at the town, I saw a sight which filled me with a new and strange emotion: I saw a being which not one among thousands of our English people has ever seen. He walked, he spoke, he was tall and erect, with active, powerful limbs, and shape of fair proportions. He was made in God's own image; but he was a SLAVE! Poorly, scarcely decently, clad, he had carried a load of peaches to the station, which little Negro-boys sold in small baskets to the passengers. He stood beside it, directing the sale, between whiles staring at us with a stupid gaze. He had the receding forehead, coarse neck, and thick lips, the symptoms or effects of the merely animal instincts and intelligence. His complexion was very black; black as the cloud hanging over the land of his captivity, black as the sin of its accursed law.-England in the New World.

LINES ON THE DEATH OF A SUNDAY-
SCHOOL GIRL.

WE would not call thee back, sweet flower,
Though nipp'd in life's fair morn;
For here the beauteous rose-bud smarts
Too oft beneath the thorn :

To thee a happier fate is given,

To bloom a fairer flower in heaven.

We would not call thee back, sweet child,
Though dear to memory still;

For thou hast cross'd the stream of death,
To dwell on Sion's hill:

No sorrow there can touch thy breast,
No earth-born care disturb thy rest.

We would not call thee back, sweet saint;

Our loss is gain to thee;

To thee an angel's form is given,

And angels' company.

O bliss supreme! to join that throng,
And tune the everlasting song!

Ah, no! we would not call thee back
To frail mortality;

Thou may'st not to this world return :

'Tis ours to follow thee.

Soon shall our harps accord with thine,
And swell through heaven the strain divine.

J. T. BARR.

PRIDE AND POVERTY.

THERE are hundreds of families that have no small income, and yet are poor, and will remain so for life, unless they turn over a new leaf, and live as they ought. The members of such families are proud and extravagant, and expend a large amount to keep up appearances, and continue in the ranks of fashion. We can point to many such people, who might now be in independent circumstances, were it not for their pride. The children in such families are furnished with everything to gratify their folly, as if the outward appearances were a sure guarantee of their respectability and future success. If there is anything we despise, it is the union of pride and poverty; the keeping up of appearances to the sacrifice of comfort and health. The money that has been expended by such persons for the last two or three years, if taken proper care of, would now place them in comfortable circumstances, or might even be sufficient to purchase dwellings to shelter them in the decline of life.

BEE INSTINCTS.

HUBER proved quite plainly that the bees have the power of breeding up a new Queen out of the egg of a common worker. He found that, if he took away the Queen from a hive in which there were grubs not above three days old, the bees are able to turn a working grub into a Queen,

as soon as they find out the loss of the old one. They pull to pieces the six cells which abut upon that which contains the young grub intended for their future Queen; on this ruin they build a royal palace, quite different in shape. The long cells are the royal nurseries. They feed the young grub on a stronger sort of food, and in eighteen days she comes out as a perfect Queen. A stock which is strong has always a great many young Queens, half-grown, to take the place of the old Queen, should any accident happen to her. One of these young Queens is always wanted at swarming-time, to take the throne which the old Queen leaves vacant, and others lead off casts those that are not wanted are put out of the way by the Queen-bee herself. If you look closely before the mouths of your hives in June and July, you may pick up plenty of dead Queens. I myself have found ten in the front of one hive. The Queen is always very jealous of these royal grubs, and tries to get to their cells to destroy them. The worker-bees seem to know when a young Queen will be wanted to take the vacant throne. When the old Queen is almost ready to lead off the fresh swarm, which she always does, they stand in her Majesty's way, and, like regular policemen, prevent her going with her murderous purpose near the royal chambers where the young Queens are. But when swarming-time is past, they let her go freely to them. She sticks her sting, without any pity, into the young grub, which is straight

way torn by the worker-bees out of the royal cell. If the Queen were to try to stab a common worker-bee, her sting would stick fast in the fine silk web which every grub spins round it, and she would lose both it and her life together. But from the shape of the royal cell, which is long and pointing downwards, the Queen-grub cannot spin a perfect silk web as the worker does; and so a hole is left, doubtless on purpose, through which the Queen gives the fatal stab.Cotton's Bee-Book.

A PIG FOR A GUIDE.

A FRIEND of mine has always contended that a pig is a sagacious beast, and he instances it by the following fact. He describes himself as having been lost in a very extensive park, the undulating and wooded character of which prevented him from catching any glimpse of the house, or of any point of exit; and after riding about till he became even more bewildered, he at last disturbed a pig in a heap of fern. That it was turned out to feed on the acorns and beech-nuts, then thick on the ground, was evident; and it struck him, that, by riding at it, it would run homewards for protection. It galloped off, and after the run of a mile, brought him to one of the keeper's lodges, which was hidden by trees and ivy.-Note-Book of a Naturalist.