presented a revolting spectacle. The ground was thickly strowed with dead bodies; and from many of the half-burnt trees were suspended the carcasses of incendiaries. In the midst of these horrors were seen many of the un fortunate inhabitants, who, destitute of every asylum, were collecting the charred planks, to construct a cabin in some unfrequented place, or ravaged garden. Having nothing to eat, they eagerly dug the earth, to find the roots of those vegetables which the soldiers had gathered; or, wandering among the ruins, they diligently searched among the cinders for any food which the fire had not entirely consumed. Pale, emaciated, and almost naked, the very slowness of their walk announced the excess of their sufferings. LESSON CX. View of Mont Blanc at Sunset.-GRISCOM. We arrived, before sundown, at the village of St. Martin, where we were to stay for the night. The evening being remarkably fine, we crossed the Arvé on a beautiful bridge, and walked over to Salenche, a very considerable village, opposite to St. Martin, and ascended a hill to view the effect of the sun's declining light upon Mont Blanc. The scene was truly grand. The broad range of the mountain was fully before us, of a pure and almost glowing white, apparently to its very base; and which, contrasted with the brown tints of the adjoining mountains, greatly heightened the novelty of the scene. We could scarcely avoid the conclusion, that this vast pile of snow was very near us; and yet its base was not less than fifteen, and its summit, probably, more than twenty miles from the place where we stood. The varying rays of light, produced by reflection from the snow, passing, as the sun's rays declined, from a bril ant white through purple and pink, and ending in the gentle light, which the snow gives after the sun has set, afforde an exhibition in optics upon a scale of grandeur, which no her region in the world could probably excel. Never, in my life, have my feelings been so powerfully affected by mere scenery as they were in this day's excursion. The excitement, though attended by sensations awfully impressive, is, nevertheless, so finely attempered by the glow of novelty, incessantly mingled with astonishment and admiration, as to produce, on the whole, a feast of delight. A few years ago, I stood upon Table Rock, and placed my cane in the descending flood of Niagara. Its tremendous roar almost entirely precluded conversation with the friend at my side; while its whirlwind of mist and foam filled the air to a great distance around me. The rainbow sported in its bosom; the gulf below exhibited the wild fury of an immense boiling caldron; while the rapids above, for the space of nearly a mile, appeared like a mountain of billows, chafing and dashing against each other with thundering impetuosity, in their eager strife to gain the precipice, and take the awful leap. In contemplating this scene, my imagination and my heart were filled with sublime and tender emotions. The soul seemed to be brought a step nearer to the presence of that incomprehensible Being, whose spirit dwelt in every feature of the cataract, and directed all its amazing energies. Yet, in the scenery of this day, there was more of a pervading sense of awful and unlimited grandeur; mountain piled upon mountain, in endless continuity, throughout the whole extent, and crowned by the brightest effulgence of an evening sun, upon the everlasting snows of the highest pinnacle of Europe. LESSON CXI. To the Stars.-CROLY. YE stars, bright legions, that, before all time, Who bade through heaven your golden chariots wheel? Yet who, earthborn, can see your hosts, nor feel Immortal impulses-Eternity? What wonder if the o'erwrought soul should reel With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie? For ye behold the Mightiest.-From that steep, The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring Above the mountain surge, and hailed its rise, Lighting their lonely track with Hope's celestial dyes. On Calvary shot down that purple eye, But Time's broad pinion, ere the giant dies, Censers of heaven, no more shall glory rise, Your incense to the throne. The heavens shall burn! For all your pomps are dust, and shall to dust return ' LESSON CXII. Sabbath Morning.—GRAHAME. How still the morning of the hallowed day! The distant bleating, midway up the hill. The blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale; With dove-like wings, Peace o'er yon village broods: The dizzying mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din Hath ceased; all, all around is quietness. Less fearful, on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks on man, And as his stiff, unwieldy bulk he rolls, But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread lonely,—the ground Both seat and board, screened from the winter's cold And summer's heat, by neighboring hedge or tree; But on this day, embosomed in his home, He shares the frugal meal with those he loves; With those he loves, he shares the heart-felt joy Of giving thanks to God,-not thanks of form, A word and a grimace; but reverently, With covered face, and upward, earnest eye. Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day: As in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom He hopes,-yet fears presumption in the hope,- LESSON CXIII. The Evening Cloud: a Sonnet.-WILSON. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun- O'er the still radiance of the lake below. To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given, And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of heaven; LESSON CXIV. Twilight,-Hope.-HALLECK. THERE is an evening twilight of the heart, And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart, |