respectful to their superiors, kind to each other, hospitable to strangers, and tolerant to those who differed from them in opinion. Oberlin lived long enough to see that such conduct was the real result of his wise and benevolent system.

In the course of twenty years the population of the Ban de la Roche had greatly increased. The knowledge which their pastor gave to the people gave them also the means of living; and the increase of their means increased their numbers. The good minister found employment for all. In addition to their agricultural pursuits, he taught the people straw-platting, knitting, and dyeing with the plants of the country. In the course of years Mr. Legrand, of Basle, a wealthy and philanthropic manufacturer, who had been a director of the Helvetic Republic, introduced the weaving of silk ribands into the district.

"Conducted by Providence," says this gentleman, "into this remote valley, I was the more struck with the sterility of its soil, its straw-thatched cottages, the apparent poverty of its inhabitants, and the simplicity of their fare (chiefly consisting of potatoes), from the contrast which these external appearances formed to the cultivated conversation which I enjoyed with almost every individual I met whilst traversing its five villages, and the frankness and naïveté of the children, who extended to me their little hands. . . . . . It is now four years since I removed here with my family; and the pleasure of residing in the midst of a people whose manners are softened, and whose minds are enlightened, by the instructions which they receive from their earliest infancy, more than reconciles us to the privations which we must necessarily experience in a valley separated from the rest of the world by a chain of surrounding mountains.”

The good clergyman lived and died amidst his flock. Looking upon the fields he had made fertile, and the people he had instructed, he has been heard to say, "Yes, I am happy!" He was followed to the grave by the entire population of the district.

The story which we have told is full of instruction for

all ranks. It shows those who have the goods of fortune at command, and, what is better, skill and energy, how much one man can do for the benefit of his fellowcreatures. It shows those who are less fortunate how much they can do for themselves, and how the most adverse external circumstances may be subdued so as to minister to content and happiness.

THE MAY-FLY.

"The angler's May-fly, the most short-lived in its perfect state of any of the insect race, emerges from the water, where it passes its aurelia state, about six in the evening, and dies about eleven at night."-WHITE's Selborne.

THE Sun of the eve was warm and bright
When the May-fly burst his shell,
And he wanton'd awhile in that fair light
O'er the river's gentle swell;

And the deepening tints of the crimson sky
Still gleam'd on the wing of the glad May-fly.

The colours of sunset pass'd away,
The crimson and yellow green,

And the evening-star's first twinkling ray
In the waveless stream was seen;
Till the deep repose of the stillest night
Was hushing about his giddy flight.

The noon of the night is nearly come-
There's a crescent in the sky ;-
The silence still hears the myriad hum
Of the insect revelry.

The hum has ceas'd-the quiet wave
Is now the sportive May-fly's grave.

Oh! thine was a blessed lot-to spring
In thy lustihood to air,

And sail about, on untiring wing,

Through a world most rich and fair,
To drop at once in thy watery bed,
Like a leaf that the willow branch has shed.

And who shall say that his thread of years
Is a life more blest than thine!
Has his feverish dream of doubts and fears
Such joys as those which shine
In the constant pleasures of thy way,
Most happy child of the happy May?

For thou wert born when the earth was clad
With her robe of buds and flowers,
And didst float about with a soul as glad
As a bird in the sunny showers;

And the hour of thy death had a sweet repose,
Like a melody, sweetest at its close.

Nor too brief the date of thy cheerful race-
"Tis its use that measures time-
And the mighty Spirit that fills all space
With His life and His will sublime,
May see that the May-fly and the Man
Each flutter out the same small span ;

And the fly that is born with the sinking sun,
To die ere the midnight hour,

May have deeper joy, ere his course be run,
Than man in his pride and power;

And the insect's minutes be spared the fears
And the anxious doubts of our threescore years.

The years and the minutes are as one-
The fly drops in his twilight mirth,

And the man, when his long day's work is done,
Crawls to the self-same carth.

Great Father of each! may our mortal day
Be the prelude to an endless May!

WINDSOR, AS IT WAS.

My earliest recollections of Windsor are exceedingly delightful. I was born within a stone's throw of the Castle gates; and my whole boyhood was passed in the most unrestrained enjoyment of the venerable and beautiful objects by which I was surrounded, as if they had been my own peculiar and proper inheritance. The king and his family lived in a plain barrack-looking lodge at his castle foot, which, in its external appearance and its interior arrangements, exactly corresponded with the humble taste and the quiet domestic habits of George III. The whole range of the castle, its terrace, and its park, were places dedicated to the especial pleasures of a schoolboy. Neither warder, nor sentinel, nor gamekeeper interfered with our boisterous sports. The deserted courts of the upper quadrangle often re-echoed, on the moonlight winter evenings, with our whoo-whoop; and delightful hiding-places indeed there were amongst the deep buttresses and sharp angles of those old towers. The rooks and a few antique dowagers, who had each their domiciles in some lone turret of that spacious square, were the only personages who were disturbed by our revelry ;-and they, kind creatures, never complained to the authorities.

But if the inner courts of Windsor Castle rang with our sports, how much more noisy was the joy in the magnificent play-ground of the terrace! Away we went, fearless as the chamois, along the narrow wall; and even the awful height of the north side, where we looked down upon the tops of the highest trees, could not abate the rash courage of follow my leader. In the pauses of the sport, how often has my eye reposed upon that magnificent landscape which lay at my feet, drinking in its deep beauty, without a critical thought of the picturesque ! Then, indeed, I knew nothing about

"The stately br Of Windsor's heights,'

nor could I bid the stranger

"Th' expanse below

Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey."

My thoughts, then, were all fresh and vivid, and I could enjoy the scenes amongst which I lived, without those artificial and hacknied associations which make up the being of the man. Great, too, was my joy, when laying my eye to the edge of the eastern wall, and looking along a channel cut in the surface, I saw the dome of St. Paul's looming through the smoke at twenty miles distance. Then, God be praised, my ear had not been shattered, nor my heart hardened, by dwelling under the shadow of that dome ;—and I thought of London, as a place for the wise and the good to be great and happy in :—and not as an especial den in which

"All creeping creatures, venomous and low,"

might crawl over and under each other.

The Park! what a glory was that for cricket and kiteflying. No one molested us. The beautiful plain immediately under the eastern terrace was called the Bowling Green ;-and, truly, it was as level as the smoothest of those appendages to suburban inns. We took excellent care that the grass should not grow too fast beneath our feet. No one molested us. The king, indeed, would sometimes stand alone for half an hour to see the boys at cricket;—and heartily would he laugh when the wicket of some confident urchin went down at the first ball. But we did not heed his majesty. He was a quiet goodhumoured gentleman, in a long blue coat, whose face was as familiar to us as that of our writing-master; and many a time had that gracious gentleman bidden us good morning, when we were hunting for mushrooms in the early dew, and had crossed his path as he was returning from his dairy to his eight o'clock breakfast. Every one knew that most respectable and amiable of country squires, called His Majesty; and truly there was no inequality in the matter, for his majesty knew every one.

This circumstance was a natural result of the familiar and simple habits of the court. There was as little pa