the rainbow, it is not only lovely, because of its seven rich and radiant stripes, it is the memorial of a covenant between man and his Maker, telling us we were born for immortality, destined, unless we sepulchre our greatness, to the highest honour and noblest happiness.

Hope proves man deathless ;-it is the struggle of the soul breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity; and when the eye of the mind is turned upon Christ, delivered for our offences and raised again for our justification, the unsubstantial and deceitful character is taken away from hope. Hope is one of the prime pieces of that armour of proof in which the believer is arrayed; for Paul tells us to take for an helmet the hope of salvation. It is not good that a man hope for wealth, since 'riches profit not in the day of wrath;' and it is not good that we hope for human honours, since the mean and the mighty go down to the same burial. But it is good that he hope for salvation. The meteor then gathers like a golden halo round his head; and as he presses forward in the battle-time, no weapon of the evil one can pierce through that helmet. It is good, then, that he hope; it is good, also, that he quietly wait. There is much promised in the Scripture to the waiting upon God. Men wish an immediate answer to prayer, and think themselves forgotten unless the reply be instantaneous. It is a great mistake. The delay is often part, and a great part, of the answer. It exercises faith, and hope, and patience; and what better thing can be done for us than strengthening those graces, to whose growth shall be proportioned the splendours of immortality? It is good, then, that ye wait. They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.'-Rev. Henry Melville.

COMFORT IN HOPE.

Nothing can compensate for the loss of hope, it entirely changes the character. 'How can I work? how can I be happy,' said a great but miserable thinker, 'when I have lost all hope?' Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey towards it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.-Samuel Smiles.

CHARITY.

Pure in her aim, and in her temper mild,
Her wisdom seems the weakness of a child:
She makes excuses where she might condemn ;
Reviled by those that hate her, prays for them.

Suspicion lurks not in her artless breast;

The worse suggested, she believes the best;
Not soon provok'd, however stung and teas'd;
And if perhaps made angry, soon appeas'd:
She rather waves than will dispute her right,
And injured, makes forgiveness her delight.-Cowper.

Oh! teach us, yet unspoil'd by wealth,

That secret race, between the extremes to move,
Of mad good-nature, and of mean self-love.-Pope.

Soft-ey'd pity and forgiveness bland,

And melting charity with open hand;

And mercy stretching out ere want can speak,

To wipe the tear which stains affliction's cheek.

-Hannah More.

Her hand, the agent of her heart.-Shakspeare.

'Earth has nothing more tender than a woman's heart, when it is the abode of piety.'-Luther.

Oh, Charity! our helpless nature's pride,

Thou friend to him who knows no friend beside,
Is there in morning's breath, or the sweet gale
That steals o'er the tired pilgrim of the vale,
Cheering with fragrance fresh his wearied frame,
Aught like the influence of thy holy frame?
Is aught in all the beauties that adorn
The azure heaven, or purple lights of morn-
Is aught so fair in evening's lingering gleam,
As from thine eye the meek but pensive beam,
That falls like saddest moonlight on the hill
And distant woods, when the wide world is still?
Thine are the ample views that, unconfined,
Stretch to the utmost walks of human kind;
Thine is the spirit, that, with widest plan,
Brother to brother binds, and man to man.

-William Lisle Bowles.

The greatest object in the universe is a Christian struggling with adversity; yet there is still a greater-the one who comes to relieve it!— O. Goldsmith.

L'ENVO I.

Take up thy burden, ever forward pressing,
Fight thy way onward, fearless day by day;
The steady heart, the untir'd hand possessing;-
The stars of faith and hope to light the way.
Let not the lonely soul, still earthward given,
Sigh o'er its broken reeds, its gods laid low;
Better kneel down and pray, till breath from heaven
Shall waft its fragrance o'er the poor sad brow.

Take up thy burden!

Cease from repining if the winter hours

Are soon dispelled by sunbeams of the spring;-
If chilling gales give place to summer flowers,
And glad birds mount to heaven on joyous wing;
Why should thy head hang down, and heart be weary?
The heart that smiles on them, to thee shall come;
What though the wayside of the world be dreary,
If safe at last it brings thee to thy home.

Cease from repining.

Ever in heaven! when this life is closing;

The world gone by-the strife and struggle o'er-
Pleasures and pains alike forgot, reposing,
Nothing to ruffle or to trouble more.

When guardian angels, upon noiseless pinions,
Thy spirit wait to bear o'er life's dark sea,
To the far radiance of the soul's dominions,—
Nothing to stand between thy God and thee!
Ever in heaven!

Brisket of, 121, 198, 156, Bottled Fruit, 461.

Bread and Butter Pudding, 68, Carrot Pudding, 159, 170, 257,

Cement for Broken China, 473, College Pudding, 76, 141, 303

Champagne, à la Minute, 458. Compote de Citrons, 253-

Chocolate Cream, Iced, 355, Cooking, General remarks on.

Cockroaches, How to Kill, 476. Cramp, 492, 494.