reckoned from c, and all the water near A and B would also be lifted, but in a less degree; hence the form of the globe would be altered; it would no longer be a perfect sphere, but would take an egg-like shape, the two little ends pointing towards м, and in the opposite direction; that is, there would be a high water at A and B; but at such a point as E, in the circumference A E B, half way between A and B, the height of the water would certainly not be raised by the attraction of M, and it can be readily shown, that it would be rather lowered, and there would be there a low water.

Now suppose this watery globe to turn round upon an axis, Ff, at right angles to the plane B E A, it is plain that, for any place in the circumference B E A, there would be two high waters in each revolution, one when it comes to A, the other at B; and two low waters, one at E, the other `at a point exactly opposite to E.

For every point as a on the globe, between a and F, there would also be a high and low water twice in every revolution, but not so high nor so low, as for a point in the circumference A E B, in the plane of which м lies.

If the earth, then, were a globe of water, there would be a high water nearly at the time of the moon's southing, or coming to the meridian of any place, and a low water at about six hours after that time. Since the moon, in consequence of its own motion round the earth, comes to the meridian of a place about forty minutes later every day, the times of high water would also be so much later.

Such is the sort of tides which would take place upon a globe totally covered with water. We shall see, on another occasion, what changes are introduced in the tides,

upon a globe which has a surface partly of land and part

ly of water.

which at its southern angle enters into the channel opposite the mouth of South Hampton bay. The south coast is bordered with very steep cliffs of chalk or freestone, hollowed in many parts into curious caverns and subterraneous grottoes. A ridge of hills runs across the island from east to west, forming a tract of fine pastures, which afford grazing to sheep. The air in this island is soft and balmy; the land is extremely fertile; while the landscape presents a rich and varied series of interesting views. England owes much of her reputation for fine glass to the fine white crystalline sand which is found in abundance in this island.-Family Mag.

"I CANNOT FORGET WITH WHAT FERVID DE VOTION."

I CANNOT forget with what fervid devotion

I worshipped the visions of verse and of fame:
Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocean,
To my kindled emotions, was wind over flame.

And deep were my musings in life's early blossom,
'Mid the twilight of mountain groves wandering long

How thrilled my young veins, and how throbbed my full bosom,
When o'er me descended the spirit of song.

'Mong the deep-cloven fells that for ages had listened
To the rush of the pebble-paved river between,

Where the king-fisher screamed and gray precipice glistened,
All breathless with awe have I gazed on the scene;

Till I felt the dark power, o'er my reveries stealing,
From his throne in the depth of that stern solitude,
And he breathed through my lips, in that tempest of feeling,
Strains warm with his spirit, though artless and rude.

Bright visions! I mixed with the world and ye faded ;
No longer your pure rural worshipper now;
In the haunts your continual presence pervaded,
Ye shrink from the signet of care on my brow.

In the old mossy groves on the breast of the mountain,
In deep lonely glens where the waters complain,
By the shade of the rock, by the gush of the fountain,
I seek your loved footsteps, but seek them in vain.

Oh, leave not, forlorn and forever forsaken,
Your pupil and victim, to life and its tears!
But sometimes return, and in mercy awaken
The glories ye showed to his earlier years.-Bryant:

FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH.

When Friendship, Love, and Truth abound,
Among a band of brothers,

The cup of joy goes gayly round,
Each shares the bliss of others.
Sweet roses grace the thorny way
Along this vale of sorrow;

The flowers that shed their leaves to-day
Shall bloom again to-morrow.
How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth! -

On halcyon wings our moments pass,
Life's cruel cares beguiling;

Old Time lays down his scythe and glass,
In gay good-humour smiling;
With ermine beard and forelock gray
His reverend front adorning,
He looks like Winter turn'd to May,
Night softened into morning.

How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth!

From these delightful fountains flow
Ambrosial rills of pleasure:
Can man desire, can heaven bestow
A more resplendent treasure?
Adorn'd with gems so richly bright,
We'll form a constellation,
Where every star, with modest light,
Shall gild his proper station.

How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth!

MONTGOMERY,

Perhaps that is nearly the perfection of good writing, which is original, but whose truth alone prevents the reader from suspecting that it is so and which effects that for knowledge which the lens effects for the sun-beam, when it condenses its brightness in order to increase its force.-COLTON'S LACON.

The only humanity which, in the great affairs of men, claims their respect, is that manly and expanded humanity which fixes its steady eye on the object of general happiness. SIR J. MACKINTOSH.

The highest perfection of human reason is to know that there is an infinity of truth beyond its reach.— PASCAL