profusely with the crowd, and in one corner discovered the chief magistrate seated quietly with his wife and daughters. I then thought perhaps my time would not be wholly thrown away, and that possibly I might spend a tolerably pleasant evening. My reverie was however disturbed by a tremendous clapping; I turned, and found it was the chairman, followed by a young man (almost a boy in appearance), ascending the platform. I examined the lecturer somewhat narrowly. There was certainly an air of intellectual superiority, and a careless gentlemanly exterior about him that raised him above the common order, but nothing extraordinary in his looks. I need not go into the subject of the lecture. His language was fully calculated to raise one to the highest pinnacle of enthusiasm; anon his full dark eye would light up with flashes of fire, and then melt into almost effeminate softness. His whole appearance proved his very soul was breathing life into his words. Last week, while going to the South-Western Railway Station, I saw announced on a plain unpretending placard,-" On Tuesday Evening, Mr. De Fraine will deliver an Oration on Temperance, at Hawkestone Hall, Waterloo Road." I went, and again with increased interest, heard this youthful but eloquent orator. I cannot describe how I felt my soul thrilling with pleasure as he poured forth his grand language, yet soft and poetical, mingling keen satire with brotherly counsel, and sage advice. I should not mind twenty times the sum I paid for my admission ticket, could I hear him in the midst of a multitude such as Exeter Hall will contain. No doubt the presence of such a crowd would cause him to excel himself. I have often listened to men in this noble building, but never with half the pleasure I experienced while profiting by the words of matured wisdom that fell from Mr. De Fraine's lips."

We trust Mr. De Fraine will have a bright career. He is very young, but, already the laurels are entwined around his brow. He is honoured in his "own country"-great praise for any man. The Bucks Chronicle recording his visit to his native town, said :—

"The oration was eloquently delivered, and was frequently illustrated by extracts from poems and anecdotes, which betoken a wonderful memory, and which were received with much laughter and applause. We have no hesitation in saying, as all present can testify, that the oration was one of the finest that has been delivered in Aylesbury for years, and that it called together a larger audience than on any similar occasion."

Another Journal says :—

"Though the youngest man we ever saw on a platform, he has acquired a knowledge and mastery of the art by which great masses are stirred, and by which great questions ought to be handled. Now by a glowing and rapturous appeal; and then by a sarcasm redolent with shrewd insight, he roused his hearers at one time to the highest height of enthusiasm, and at others to uncontrollable outbursts of laughter."

May he live many years to address the people of England in words like these:

'You know that the years which have swept over my face are few in number, yet have I seen noble manhoods, and bright hopes, and pure joys, and all "sweet affections," sacrificed at the shrine of a liquor glass or wine cup. I know young men now whose hearts were as warm, whose friends were as loving, and whose prospects in life were as promising as ours; but a growing passion for strong drink has desolated their pathway; and they stand many of them, to-day, like weary souls upon the verge of the grave, without hope, and without God in the world. They said they would see life, and they found death. They said they would quaff the beaded wine in the sparkling cup, and it stung them like a serpent, and bit them like an adder. They said they would follow in pleasure's fair footsteps, and they did, till they came to the wayside of life; and finding the promises only mockery, and the service hard, and the wages a lie, sat down to weep the hottest, bitterest tears that could be wrung from any repentant heart. Oh, I think the doings of drink so terrible! Is it not the great curse of our Old Englanddesecrating our homes-undermining moral purity-standing in the way of all attempts to uplift the people-mocking your efforts after social regeneration-binding thousands of our young men and women with the cruelest slavery that has ever afflicted humanity, whilst it goeth forth like pestilence at eventide, and destruction at noonday. Oh, it dethrones bright genius, and blasts lofty intellect. I think of Burns going down to the grave at thirty-six, and Byron at thirty-seven, and Edgar Allan Poe picked up drunk and raving in October, 1849, in the streets of Baltimore, to die in a hospital. Last August, at the house of an eminent man in London, some of us were told of a clergyman carried drunk to a stationhouse, and unstrapped from the stretcher a corpse! I was at Newcastleon-Tyne in November last, and the newspapers told such a touching, story. A young girl eighteen years of age was turned out of a publichouse at eleven o'clock at night, and found dead the next morning! Oh, young men, it might have been your sister, or the young woman you intend to make your wife, or somebody you have known and loved from childhood. Oh, brothers, do something, I beseech you. This Temperance instrumentality can prevent and cure the evil. You ask me. sometimes to look at the star-spangled heavens, and, as I measure planet after planet, you say, one soul outweighs them all." You proclaim it more precious than mine of gold, or crown of jewels, and whisper that. it was bought with a price-its price being the agony and death of the meek and lowly One. You tell me that the noblest work in which I can. engage is to be instrumental in saving a soul from death, and lifting it up. to the better liberty of sonship with God. My brothers, do we believe it? Oh, then, here are souls everywhere near us, passing away uncared for, unloved, unwept-going down to a dark, joyless, and blasted immortality sinking in the great ocean tide of iniquity, without a rising. bubble to tell of their disappearance. And you say that life is so short, time so fleeting, opportunities for good doing so transient. I know it..

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In one year, from January to January, there were thirty-one million, five
hundred thousand of the world's population went down to the earth again.
Place them in long array, and it will give a moving column of thirteen
hundred to every mile of the globe's circumference. Ponder and look.
at this astounding computation!—what a spectacle as they move on-
tramp―tramp—tramp-forward upon this studendous dead march :—
"Life is short and time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though strong and brave,
Still like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.”

Or, as has been sweetly sung:—

“A hundred years! and still and Iow,
Will be my sleeping head!

A hundred years! and grass will grow
Above my dreamless bed.

The grass will grow, the brooks will run,
Life still as fresh and fair,

Will spring in beauty 'neath the sun;

Where will my place be? where?"

Oh, if all this be true, what are we doing? Here, I say, is an instrumentality which can roll away the great drink curse and make the people free. Young men and women, be up and doing. Give to this movement, and to every other good one, your prayers, your sympathy, your practical help. Work and win. There are golden promises gleaming high above thee. We win often and do not know it. Some word spoken by thee may have cleared away sorrow, or dried up fountains of doubt, or removed clouds of agony from despairing hearts; some sympathy shown by thee have lightened labour, and whispered love; some deed, unknown to the world, have gone forth to impress its influence on all the ages, and bear fruit for thee in the kingdom of eternal blessedness. Have faith in the better day that shall yet dawn upon the people. I would never speak again if I thought that “what always has been always will be.” Nay, it cannot be so. God shall show himself stronger than Satan, and right triumph over wrong, and truth, breaking away from the malignant scorn of unbelieving men, rise up with its angel smiles to bless the world. Great principles cannot die. Truth is not to be crushed by our scorn, nor annihilated by our opposition, nor frightened by our most imperative mandate. It may receive a baptism of blood—be bound—dungeoned— cast into the fiery furnace, seven times heated—but it would come forth unscorched and unscathed: “fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners." I think of the prophets who were persecuted—of the ambassadors of peace who were stoned—of the world's moral emancipators scoffed at and mocked by the people; I remember the men of "heroic actions" and "deathless deeds," who lived great lives, and laid their heads upon the bloody block as their last pillow, while with flame-quivering fingers they sowed every wind with sparks of fiery thought. I think of them bound with chains, and burned with fire,

and blasted with cruel anathemas, yet in faith dropping the imperishable seeds which were to germinate, and after many days break forth into glorious blossoming and fruitage. Oh! and there's power in God's truth now. Young men, arise. Sound an alarm. Do your work bravely. Fight nobly. Live righteously.'

"Firm in faith, and brave of heart,
Never from the right depart,-
Not for gold, nor wealth, nor fame,
Barter freedom's hallow'd name,-
Let your thoughts for aye aspire
God-ward-heavenward-higher!
Then the world may scorn and jeer,
But you shall triumph, never fear.”

THE ARCHITECTURE OF THE BODY.

What kinds of substances are found in the human body?— Solids and fluids.

What constitutes a solid?-That is called a solid the small parts of which adhere together so closely and firmly, that they do not separate by their own weight. A stone, a piece of wood, a lump of clay, a leaf, &c., are solids.

What constitutes a fluid?—That is called a fluid, the parts of which adhere together so feebly as to separate readily by their own weight, when not confined in a vessel. The parts of a fluid move easily among themselves, and readily change places, in any direction, with each other. Water, milk, blood, and all kinds of liquids, are fluids.

Will you name some of the solids and some of the fluids of the body?-Bones, muscles, and nerves, are solids. tears, and saliva are fluids.

Which is the hardest solid in the body?-Bone.

Blood,

Where are the bones in man placed?-Under the skin and flesh of the body.

Where are the bones of lobsters, oysters, crabs, and other shellfish placed?-On the outside of the body. Their bones are called shells, and serve to protect them from injury.

Why are the bones of man not on the outside of the body?If he were covered with bone, like an oyster, he would have but little or no feeling or knowledge.

Of what use are bones to man?-They make his body stronger, and keep it upright. When a carpenter builds a house, he makes and raises the frame first. Bones are the frame

of the body. They give strength and form to the body, and supply a mechanism by which, with the muscles, motions are effected.

Are the bones of children hard?—No; the bones of children are very soft, and easily bent; but they become harder and stiffer as life advances. The bones of old people are dry, hard, and brittle. Children are sometimes taught to stand alone, and to walk, when so young, as to bend the bones of their legs, and thus make them bandy-legged or knock-kneed for life.

There is a tribe of Indians in North America called Flatheads. This name is derived from their custom of binding pieces of board to the front and back of the heads of their infant children. The hard wood, pressing against the soft bones of the head, flattens it; and this pressure is continued till the bones become hard enough to retain through life the unnatural shape thus forced upon them. In the same way, any pressure from without, if long continued, will alter the shape and position of the bones in any part of the body.

Do tight clothes injure the body?—Yes; when very tight, they not only crowd the bones out of their natural places, and injure their shapes, but they prevent the free and uniform circulation of the blood; thus tight clothes not only injure the general health of the body, but sometimes occasion sudden death.

What are bones made of?—They are made from and of our food, after the food has been changed into blood. As the blood circulates through the body, certain portions are secreted, or separated from it, to supply the several solids and fluids of the body. This secretion is continually going on, so that every part of the body is constantly fed by the blood.

How many bones are there which give form and shape to the skull or head?-Eight bones or pieces, and these are united like two saws when the toothed edges are pressed together. To make this comparison more exact, the saw-teeth should be a little crooked, so as to hook into each other.

How many bones are there in the face?-Fourteen, apart from the teeth.

Are there any other bones in the head?—There are four small bones in each ear. These ear-bones help to convey sound to the brain. There is also one at the root of the tongue: making, in the whole head, sixty-three bones, including the teeth, above the upper joint of the neck of an adult or grown person.

What is the back-bone-The back-bone. or spinal column,