seen no more, of whose private existence the traces are gradually obliterated: here eighteen hundred years elapse, and all are brought to light again, with their habitations, their temples, their arms, and their implements. Like a watch that has stopped in the night, but still points to the hour when it ceased to vibrate, this city is found fixed by the hand of death in all the various attitudes of a busy movement. Skeletons at dinner, surrounded by the fragments of their feast; skeletons counting that gold which has defied the hand of time, and mocks at the corruption of its owners; skeleton judges, and skeleton prisoners in the forum ; skeleton philosophers lecturing their skeleton disciples in the halls. Wonderfully curious, the whole scene is a bitter satire on human vanity and the nothingness of mortal existence. I have seen catacombs and cemeteries in every part of Europe ; but no repositories of the dead can arouse such serious reflections on our own inevitable doom as this appalling picture of a populous city suddenly buried in its volcanic grave, and the busy inhabitants engulphed in one common destruction. Sent by A. HAMMOND.

THE PYRAMID.*

There

For aye
To stay,
Commanding
"Tis standing,
With godlike air,
Sublimely fair!
Its fame declaring,
Its height admiring,
Looks on it from afar,
Lo! every smiling star.

To raise the pile to heaven

These beauteous stones are given.

Each prayer for truth's inspiring light,

Each manly struggle for the right, Each kindly word to cheer the lowly, Each aspiration for the holy, Each strong temptation nobly overcome, Each clamorous passion held in silence dumb, As slowly it riseth towards the upper Heaven, Stone after stone, until the mass is given, Its base upon the earth, its apex in the skies, The good man's character, a Pyramid doth rise. Sent by J. HAWKINS. *To be read ascendingly, descendingly, and condescendingly.

THE LAWYER AND THE DEVIL FOILED.

I SUPPOSE any fact recorded in our JUVENILE MAGAZINE showing that good has been done, is hailed with delight by all its readers. The time, place, or person by whom the good is wrought does not in the least detract from its value or interest. If examples and cases are given illustrative of and proving the fact that ignorance has been superseded by knowledge-error compelled to fly before truth-holiness made to triumph over sin and misery, wretchedness and woe chased away to give place to peace, joy, and hope, I doubt not but each reader's heart swells with gratitude, and each spirit is elated with joy. To be able to point out men, women, and children who have been made better, wiser, happier, holier, and more Christlike is very cheering to you all.

The case I am about to give is to show how wisdom and zeal triumphed over prejudice and sin, or how the lawyer and the devil were foiled, and a wicked practice put down.

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Dr. Payson was invited by some of the female members of the family to take tea at the residence of a distinguished lawyer. The lawyer was no sooner apprised of the good man's visit than he determined to exclude all religious conversation and services from his house during the minister's stay in it. All the lawyer's genius and mental powers were taxed to enable him to carry out his wicked resolution, and yet he did not succeed. The doctor had not been in the lawyer's family long before he discovered his aversion to converse on sacred things, and the man of God had partly succeeded in introducing a religious subject for conversation when tea was nounced as ready; but instead of the usual custom being observed in partaking of this most social meal, each one sitting round a table, a new fashion was introduced-a servant with a waiter was appointed to carry the tea round to each guest. In a moment the doctor turned to the lawyer, and said, "What writer has said the devil invented the fashion of carrying round tea to prevent a blessing being asked?" "I don't know what writer," replied the baffled lawyer, "but, if you please, we will foil the devil this time-will you ask a blessing, sir?" The doctor then asked the blessing, and before he left the lawyer's house that evening, a portion of the Scriptures was read and prayer offered; and asking a blessing, reading the Scriptures, and offering a prayer the doctor did at the request of the lawyer, although he had pre

viously determined that none of these religious duties should be discharged in his house.

Reader, whenever you feel inclined to neglect social religious duty think how the lawyer and the devil were foiled through the perseverance of Dr. Payson.

J. HAWKINS.

CASA BIANCA.

The following touching and beautiful lines were written
by MRS. HEMANS, in honour of a noble and heroic boy,
who perished at the post of duty, rather than leave with-
out his father's command. He was the son of the
Admiral of the Orient, a ship which blew up in the battle
of the Nile. May we each be as true in principle, and
as faithful to our Heavenly Father as he was to his
earthly father.
J. HAWKINS.

"The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.

"Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm:

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though child-like form.
"The flames roll'd on-he would not go
Without his father's word;

That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

"He called aloud :- Say, father, say,
If yet my task is done?'

He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father!' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!

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And'-but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death

In still, but brave despair.

"And shouted but once more aloud,

My father! must I stay?'

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.

"They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

"Then came a burst of thunder sound-
The boy-oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!

"With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part-
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart."

LITTLE THINGS.

SPRINGS are little things, but they are sources of large streams a helm is a little thing, but it governs the course of a ship; a bridle is a little thing, but see its use and power; nails and pegs are little things, but they hold the large parts of large buildings together; a word, a look, a frown, all are little things, but powerful for good or evil. Pay that little debt-it's promised; redeem it; if it's a shilling hand it over; you know not what important event hangs upon it; keep your word sacredly; keep it to the children, they will mark it sooner than anybody else, and the effect will be as lasting as life. Mind the little things!

J. H.

IMAGINATION.

THE works of the devil are chiefly carried on in the chambers of the imagination. He fixes his first hold of the imagination, which is the ante-chamber of the heart. Afterwards he passes on to the passions and affections. These form the passage through which all passes to the heart, both good and evil. If, then, the mind is engrossed by Satan, and suffers him to rule there, the benign influence of the Holy Spirit is prevented, and the soul is filled with evil.

MRS. FLETCher.

I'M GLAD I'M IN THIS ARMY.

O do not be discouraged, For Je-sus is

your friend, O

do not be discouraged, for

Je-sus

is your friend He will give you grace

to conquer, He will give you grace to conquer, And

CHORUS

keep you to the end.

I am glad I'm in this

army, Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army, Yes, I'm

glad I'm in this army, And I'll battle for the Lord.

Fight on, ye Christian soldiers, the battle you shall win,
Fight on, ye Christian soldiers, the battle you shall win,
For the Saviour is your Captain, (2)

And he hath vanquished sin.

Chorus-I'm glad I'm in this army, &c.

And when the conflict's over, before him you shall stand,
And when the conflict's over, before him you shall stand,
You shall sing his praise for ever (2)

In Canaan's happy land.

Chorus-I'm glad I'm in this army, &c.

D. C.