Among the wonders seen on the plain of Thebes are the sitting Colossi-the word colossi, is the plural of colossal. These gigantic figures are supposed to have, in ancient times, stood before the entrance of an immense temple, which has been destroyed. These figures stand more than fifty feet above the plain, and several feet have been covered by the rubbish which has accumulated around them. The following are the dimensions given of different parts of these figures: From the top of the head to the elbow, sixteen feet six inches; from the elbow to the finger's end, seventeen feet nine inches; from the top of the head to the shoulder, ten feet six inches; across the shoulders, eighteen feet three inches; from the knee to the plant of the foot, nineteen feet eight inches. One of the little fingers is four feet five inches long. They are seated upon pedestals; and have a figure carved on each leg. Their face, head, and arms, have been much defaced, but the shoulders and head-dress remain in excellent preservation. These gigantic statues are now vulgarly called Tamy and Shamy. They are, however, said to be statues of Amunoph the third, who was king of Egypt fourteen hundred and thirty years bore the birth of Christ; and that they were erected by him whom they represent.

From the great size of these statues, it is said, they may be seen at a distance of fifteen miles. That which stands northernmost, has been called the musical statue of Memnon. Tradition states, that it emitted musical sounds at sunrise. The ancient geographer Strabo, who lived more than eighteen hundred years ago, refers to the report of the musical power of Memnon. He says, "It is believed that once every day a sound proceeds from the statue; which is like the effect of a moderate blow on a sonorous substance. I happened to be on the spot, with Ælius Gallus, and many of his friends and soldiers, about the first hour, when I heard the sound; but whether it came from the statue or was made by some one of those around its base, I cannot affirm. For the cause not being visible, one is rather inclined to believe any thing, rather than that the sound was emitted from the stone." The current tradition says, that

the statue has constantly emitted musical sounds at the rising of the sun. Some modern travellers have visited the statue at the time of the rising of the sun, but they could not hear any voice. Dr. Richardson says, that he and Lord Corry having resolved to try whether the statue would be vocal to them, they visited it before sunrise, and remained till the sun was an hour above the horizon-that the sun shone out brightly, but the statue uttered no sound. It is not probable that ever any sound proceeded from the statue; but some persons suppose that sounds may have been produced, by the rising of the sun giving warmth and motion to the air, and causing it to pass through some cavity in the statue, and thus produce the sounds.

The remains of the ancient grandeur of Thebes are highly interesting, as affording strong confirmatory evidence of the truth of many statements contained in the Bible; and the present fallen condition of Egpyt accords with the predictions uttered by the prophets, when Egypt was in its glory. Thus the divine inspiration of the prophets is made manifest. The Bible is God's book; designed to teach us to fear, love, and obey God; and to make us wise unto salvation through faith in Jesus Christ.

COUNSELS FOR THE YOUNG.

NEVER be cast down by trifles. If a spider breaks his thread twenty times, twenty times will he mend it again. Make up your mind to do a thing, and you will do it. Fear not, if trouble come upon you; keep up your spirit though the day be a dark one.

Troubles never last for ever;

The darkest day will pass away.

If the sun is going down, look up at the stars; if the earth is dark, keep your eyes on heaven! With God's presence and God's promises, a man or a child may be cheerful.

Never despair when fog's in the air,
A sunshiny morning comes without warning.

Mind what you run after. Never be content with a bubble that will burst, or a firework that will end in smoke and darkness. Get that which you can keep, and which is worth keeping.

Something sterling, that will stay,

When gold and silver pass away.

Fight hard against a hasty temper. Anger will come, but resist it stoutly. A spark may set a house on fire. A fit of passion may give you cause to mourn all the days of your life.

He that revenges knows no rest,

The meek possess a peaceful breast.

If you have an enemy, act kindly to him, and make him your friend. You may not win him over at once, but try again. Let one kindness be followed by another, till you have accomplished your end. By little and little, great things are completed.

Water falling day by day,

Wears the hardest rock away.

And so repeated kindness will soften a heart of stone. Whatever you do, do it willingly. A boy that is whipped to school, never learns his lesson well. A man that is compelled to work, cares not how badly it is performed. He that pulls off his coat cheerfully, strips up his sleeves in earnest, and sings while he works, is the man for me. A cheerful spirit gets on quick;

A grumbler in the mud will stick.

Evil thoughts are worse enemies than lions and tigers; for we can keep out of the way of wild beasts, but bad thoughts win their way everywhere. The cup that is full will hold no more; keep your head and heart full of good thoughts, that bad thoughts may find no room to enter.

Be on your guard, and strive and pray,

To drive all evil thoughts away.

MEMOIR OF EMMA OGDEN, OF LUMBUTTS. THE subject of this memoir was born November 30th, 1833. At an early age she was a scholar in the Sundayschool at Lumbutts, and for some time previous to her decease she was engaged as a teacher therein. Her love to the Sunday-school literally knew no bounds. There she had been taught to read the blessed Word of Godthere she heard the glad tidings of salvation by Christ Jesus-there she had become united in Church-fellowship with the followers of the dying Saviour, spent her happiest hours, and enjoyed many precious and refreshing seasons of grace from the presence of the Most High. She could not bear to hear any one speak against the Sunday-school or the house of God. This is not to be wondered at-she had found the means of grace to be as wells of salvation to her soul, and could say, from happy and heartfelt experience,

"How sweet to my soul is communion with saints."

At an early age she lost her father, consequently she was more devotedly attached to her mother; to whom she was always most obedient so obedient that her mother never knew her manifest the slightest disobedience to her at any time. Perhaps the bitterest pang which a mother feels, arises from the disobedience of her children.

Happy, indeed, is that child who, at the close of life, can look back on the past, without feeling any regret in this respect; still more happy are those who have also early sought and early found redemption through the blood of Christ, and retained the blessing to the close of life. Except when sickness prevented her, Emma was regular in her attendance at the school. Her conduct whilst there, and also in the house of God, was always characterised by a thoughtfulness which inspired the superintendents and other well-wishers of the school, with the hope that she would speedily become a youthful disciple of the lowly Jesus. Nor were they disappointed in that respect. She had frequently felt the drawings of the Spirit of God, previous to the year when she cast in her lot with his people.

Emma could not rest under a consciousness that she was unconverted. The evidence of her anxiety and concern for her soul's salvation became apparent. She was invited to unite herself with God's people. This was about five years previous to her decease, when she was just entering on the fifteenth year of her age; she yielded to the solicitations of her friends, and was soon enabled to rejoice in a sin-pardoning God. Often has the writer of this memoir heard her say, how blest and happy she has frequently felt, whilst joining in singing the following

The name of Jesus was indeed music in her ears, she rejoiced greatly in him as her Saviour. She said it was not prayer, nor faith, nor good works, nor the being united with the followers of Christ, which saves us, but Jesus who is our Saviour. She who was once darkness was now light in the Lord. The Sunday-school and the House of God were now more than ever her delight; she loved the sanctuary of the Most High-the place where his honour dwelleth. She had many female friends likeminded with herself, who were teachers in the school;