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Asia. At Bagdad, hundred are found about the houses, walls, and trees; and, amongst the stately ruins of Persepolis, almost every column is surmounted by the nest of a stork. In the autumn they retire into Egypt and the marshes of Barbary, where they enjoy a second summer, and bring up a second brood. Their migration is in immense companies. Dr. Shaw says, that he saw three flocks of them pass over Mount Carmel, each half a mile in width; and the whole were three hours in going by. Another writer says, that they visit Egypt in such numbers that the fields and meadows are white with them. The natives hail their arrival with great pleasure, from the swarms of frogs and the numbers of serpents and lizards that they devour. In Palestine and other places they destroy innumerable rats and mice.
The external appearance of the stork differs little from that of the crane; being of the same form and size, though a little larger. The colour is different; that of the stork being white and browu, and the crane being ash and black. The voice of the crane is loud and piercing, whilst the stork is silent, producing no other noise than what it makes with its beak. The The crane lays two eggs; but the stork generally lays four. The stork is fond of residing in populous places; but the crane is fond of living at as great a distance as possible from human dwellings.
AUTUMN FLOWERS. Those few pale autumn flowers,
How beautiful they are ! Than all that went before, Than all the summer store,
How lovelier far ! And why?— They are the last!
The last !- the last!—the last!-
That sister of the past ! Pale flowers! pale perishing flowers !
Ye are types of precious things;
On rapid, rapid wings. Last hours with parting dear ones,
(That time the fleetest spends) Last tears in silence shed, Last words half uttered,
Last looks of dying friends.
QUESTION AND ANSWER.
Oh! precious, precious moments !
Pale flowers! ye are types of those ; The saddest! sweetest! dearest ! Because, like those, the nearest
To an eternal close.
Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers !
I woo your gentle breath-
You tell of change and death !
QUESTION AND ANSWER.
If all who sin must die,
And I a sinner be,
What will become of me?
What reason can I give,
And bid the sinner live?
He listens to thy cry,
He bids thee thither fly.
And shed his precious blood,
And bring it back to God.
THE BETTER WORLD.
There is a world beyond the grave,
A world where peace immortal reigns, And ever-blooming flowers wave
Along the bright ethereal plains. There is a world where Jesus reigns
O'er all in heaven, and earth, and hell; Where seraphs, in enraptured strains,
One everlasting concert swell. There is a world where not a sigh
Shall heave the breast, or rend the heart; Nor starting tear shall fill the eye;
For friends meet here, no more to part. There is a world more glorious, far,
Than heart can think, or tongue can tell: It lies beyond yon radiant star,
That nightly trembles o'er the dell. This world of permanent delight
Our dear Redeemer left behind; He laid aside his robes of light,
And came to earth to save mankind. “ Then hail, blest world," my spirit cries,
“My care and grief will soon be o'er; Soon my enraptured soul will rise,
Where cares and griefs are known no more.
There, with the ransom'd blood-bought throng,
My hallelujahs shall ascend, In that eternal joyful song
That flows ecstatic without end." S. S.
THE POWER OF PARENTAL LOVE.
A son of pious parents was dedicated, from his infancy, to the service of God; early and faithfully taught the great truths of the Bible; and, by all the means that God gives to parents to prepare their children for usefulness here, and glory hereafter, he was trained up in the nurture and admonitior of the Lord. His early years
gave bright promise that his future life would - yield the fruit of parental watchfulness, and
that a father's counsels and a mother's prayers would not be lost on him.
And when he left his father's house to complete his education abroad, there was scarce a