island was abundantly stocked with bullocks, goats, and dogs-all imports since the time of Crusoe-but so wild, that when disturbed they dashed through the thickets like deer. There was also no want of fish, as the sea all around abounded with delicious rock-cod; and seals could be had in almost any quantity. Having replenished their stock of beef, fish, wood, water, &c., and having stowed away a few boat-loads of the mint, which formed an agreeable anti-scorbutic tea, the ship hoisted anchor, and bade adieu to this delightful and ever memorable island."

THE MUSIC OF THE SEASONS.

THE SPRING awoke in her beauty clad,

And the green earth smiled, and the sky looked glad,
And the young flowers basked in the vernal sun,

And the trees put their beautiful foliage on

I listened for music then.

And I heard the dashing of many a rill,

And the soft breeze played through the trees on the hill, And the cuckoo's wild shout came up the dell,

And showers of pattering rain-drops fell—

There was sweet music then.

Fair SUMMER came with her rose-wreathed brow,
And pale stars gleamed on the jessamine bough,
And the woodbine slept in its balmy bloom,
And the vestal lily was rife with perfume—

I listened for music then.

And I heard the wild bee a sweet tale tell,
As it lay hid in the fox-glove's bell;

And the blackbird thrilled the woods at noon,

And Philomel sang to the silver moon

There was rich music then:

Then AUTUMN came with a mournful smile,

And the flowers looked fair, but they withered the while, Sad tales they told to the sorrowing heart,

Of sunny days about to depart

I listened for music then.

And the yellow leaves rustled over the ground,
And the streamlet rolled with a heavier sound,
And the robin poured his dirge-like strain,
And the breeze sigh'd mournfully over the plain—

There was sad music then.

Stern WINTER came with his brow of storm,

And dark clouds enveloped his awful form,

Yet with him came the snow-flake, that beautiful thing, Fairer than even the cygnet's wing

I listened for music then.

And the hollow wind wailed fearfully

Through the leafless boughs of the giant tree,
And the storm-cloud poured on the desolate plain,

Its noisy treasures of hail and rain

Leicester.

There was wild music then.

R. W.

BY DAVID IVES, MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL. [The writer states, that for twenty years he had preached an annual sermon to the Young. Last year he adopted this mode of addressing them, hoping it would be more striking and impressive; and it is gratifying to find that this was the case.]masoo

ATTEND, my young friends, to the message Christ sends;
He speaks in his word, he who is your Lord.-
Who came from above, impelled by love,
And shed his own blood to bring you to God:
He now, by my tongue, addresses the young;
And bids you begin to flee from all sin;

To seek to be pardon'd, before you get harden'd,

To ask for the way to the mansions of day;
That you may not go to the regions of woe.

I will now rehearse, the seventh and eighth verse,
Of Job's twelfth chapter; for, none can be apter,
To show you how plain you wisdom may gain,
From things all around, also from the ground.

"Ask the beasts of the field, they instruction shall yield; Ask the fowls of the air, they shall wisdom declare; Or speak to the earth, it shall knowledge show forth ; And the fish of the sea, shall declare unto thee."

Now what would these teach if they could all preach; Why, they would begin to speak evil of sin; For it is well known, sin makes them all groan: How hard is the lot sin on them has brought! And even the ground is cursed all round.

When sin shall remove then all will be love;
No sorrow nor pain on earth will remain ;
The wolf shall be tame and dwell with the lamb ;
The leopard, when bid, lie down with the kid;
The calf, and the young of the lion, among
The fatling beasts fed, by a child shall be led;
The cow and the bear together shall fare;
Their young ones around at rest on the grouud;
The lion and ox eat from the same box;
The sucking child grasp the hole of the asp;
The weaned child play with the snake in the day;
No dangers shall fright the timid at night;
None hurt or destroy in the mountains of joy;
For the earth shall be stored with the truth of the Lord;
As the waters o'erspread the ocean's deep bed.

Now do not despise this lesson so wise :
Sin, it doth declare, produces our care;
And sin, it doth show, is the cause of all woe.
When God we forsake, we cannot partake

The streams of his love, which flow from above:
Then vainly we try our wants to supply;
For God hath decreed, we shall not succeed,

Whate'er may be sought, while he is forgot.
Oh! then do begin to repent of your sin!
Be sure that as long as you do what is wrong,
You nothing can gain but sorrow and pain;-
Pain here in this world, and when you are hurl'd
To the regions below of unbearable woe.
Oh! why should you prove so slow to remove
From this evil thing, whose poisonous sting
Will make your heart swell, with the sorrows of hell!
Oh! why not enquire, with ardent desire,

To find out the road that leads back to God?
If you are perplext, enquire of the text:

Ask the beasts of the field, they instruction shall yield;
Ask the fowls of the air, they shall wisdom declare;
Or speak to the earth, it shall knowledge show forth;
And the fish of the sea shall declare unto thee.

These point with accord to Jesus your Lord,
Who left his own joy our woes to destroy.
When he did appear, they knew he was here;
His authority they did gladly obey;

His sufferings they knew, and his poverty too :
The foxes had holes, with rabbits and moles,
Wherein they might hide and shelter provide;
The birds had a nest in which they could rest;
But the Lord of our race had no dwelling place;
The Saviour no bed to lay down his head.
Unable to pay the tax of his day,

A little fish brought the money he sought.
But when Peter could get no fish in his net,

One word from His lips brought shoals to the ships.
The winds knew the word of Jesus the LORD;
The billows obey'd whatever he said;

The sun knew his worth, and, to shame the vile earth,
When men their Lord slew, his brightness withdrew ;
The rocks, all around, did burst at the sound,
When loudly he cried "It is finished!" and died.
Oh! what could require our Lord to expire?
Why suffer such woe that nature did show