prove how powerful the effect of sympathy is, if we confess that, when we entered into the Sanctum Sanctorum, and beheld, by the light of lamps there continually burning, the venerable figure of an aged monk, with streaming eyes and a long white beard, pointing to the place where the body of the Lord was,' and calling upon us to kneel and experience pardon for our sins;' we knelt, and participated in the feelings of more credulous pilgrims. Captain Culverhouse, in whose mind the ideas of religion and of patriotism were inseparable, with firmer emotion, drew from its scabbard the sword he had so often wielded in the defence of his country, and placed it upon the tomb. Humbler comers heaped the memorials of an accomplished pilgrimage; and while their sighs above interrupted the silence of the sanctuary, a solemn service was begun. Thus ended our visit to the Sepulchre.

MAGNANIMOUS LEGATEE.

ABOUT the year 1772, a grocer of the name of Higgins died, and left a considerable sum to a gentleman in London, saying to him at the time that he made his will, 'I do not know that I have any relations, but should you ever by accident hear of such, give them some relief.' The gentle man, though thus left in full and undisputed possession of

a large fortune, on which no person could have any legal claim, advertised for the next of kin to the deceased, and after some months were spent in inquiries, he at length discovered a few distant relatives. He called them together to dine with him, and after distributing the whole of the money, according to the different degrees of consanguinity, paid the expenses of advertising out of his own pocket.

THE SONG OF THE STROMKERL.

COME, dance, elfins dance! for my harp is in tune,
The wave rocking gales are all lulled to repose;
And the breath of this exquisite evening of June,
Is scented with laurel and myrtle and rose.

Each lily that bends to the breast of my stream,
And sleeps on the waters transparently bright,

Will in ecstasy wake, like a bride from her dream
When my tones stir the dark plumes of silence and night.

My silken winged bark shall career by the shore,
As calmly as yonder white cloud on the air;

And the notes ye have heard with such rapture before,
Shall impart new delight to the young and the fair.

CHRIST'S ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM.

The banks of my stream are enamelled with flowers,
Come, shake from their petals the sweet starry dew;
Such music and incense can only be ours,

While clear falls the summer sky's curtain of blue.

Come, queen of the revels, come, form into bands,
The elves and the fairies that follow your train:
Tossing your tresses and wreathing your hands,

Let your dainty feet glance to my wave-wafted strain!

"T is the Stromkerl, who calls you, the boy of the stream, I hear the faint hum of your voices afar :

Come, dance! I will play till the morn's rosy beam
In splendor shall melt the last lingering star!

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CHRIST'S ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM.

THE air is filled with shouts, and trumpets sounding;
A host are at thy gates, Jerusalem.

Now is their van the Mount of Olives rounding;
Observe them, Judah's lion-banners gleam,
Twined with the palm and olive's peaceful stem.
Now swell the nearer sounds of voice and string,
As down the hill-side pours the living stream;
And to the cloudless heaven Hosannas ring:
'The son of David comes

- the conqueror, the king!'

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CHRIST'S ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM.

The cuirassed Roman heard; and grasped his shield,
And rushed in fiery haste to gate and tower;
The pontiff from his battlement beheld
The host, and knew the falling of his power;
He saw the cloud on Sion's glory lower.
Still down the marble road the myriads come,
Spreading the way with garment, branch and flower,
And deeper sounds are mingling, 'wo to Rome !
The day of freedom dawns; rise, Israel, from thy tomb.
Temple of beauty-long that day is done;
Thy wall is dust; thy golden cherubim
In the fierce triumphs of the foe are gone;
The shades of ages on thy altars swim;
Yet still a light is there, though wavering dim ;
And has its holy light been watched in vain;
Or lives it not until the finished time,

When He who fixed, shall break His people's chain,
And Sion be the loved, the crowned of God again?

He comes, yet with the burning bolt unarmed;
Pale, pure, prophetic, God of Majesty !

Though thousands, tens of thousands round him swarmed,
None durst abide that depth divine of eye;
None durst the waving of his robe draw nigh
But at his feet was laid the Roman's sword;
There Lazarus knelt to see his king pass by;
There Jairus, with its age's child adored.

'He comes, the King of kings; Hosanna to the Lord!'

It is wonderful to reflect upon the amount of comfort we derive from the domestic animals. The utility of the horse is almost beyond calculation; to the ox and cow we are still more indebted. Nor is the timid sheep, with its warm fleece, an inferior tributary to our luxuries and our wants. And the dog, which we hardly reckon among the useful animals -how much amusement does he bring us! and gentle puss, with her velvet paw, her soft coat, and her drowsy purr; how much does she contribute to our pleasure! Consider her while a kitten; - not even the philosopher can see her gambols without emotions of delight. And when she has grown older, and graver, how gently does she steal in by the winter fire, and make one of the circle? How does she become associated with children, friends, father, mother,