That war his tattered flag has furled,
And vanished from a wiser world-
Hurra! the work is done!

Still may he ring when struggles cease—
Still may he ring for joy's increase,
For progress in the arts of peace,
And friendly trōphies won;

When rival nations join their hands,
When plenty crowns the happy lands,
When knowledge gives new blessings birth,
And Freedom reigns o'er all the earth-
Hurra! the work is done!

REV. C. MACKAY.

CLIX. AN INDUSTRIAL EXHIBITION OF INSECTS.

Ar a meeting of the most influential of the insect tribes, it was proposed to open a grand Exhibition for the works of all classes. This proposition was seconded by Mr. Spinner, the spider; and Mr. Bustle Buzz, the blue bottle, and Mr. Burrow, the mole-cricket, having each in an eloquent speech supported the motion, it was agreed to unanimously, every insect present promising to furnish its portion in aid of the great design.

The next point to be discussed was the place most suitable for the exhibition. This gave rise to much agitation. Mr. Sweet, the honey bee, wanted to erect an edifice of wax, with a distinct cell for each exhibiter; but he was opposed by Mr. Snooze, the drone, on the grounds that it would take a lifetime to accomplish the undertaking, besides requiring too much labor to please the class to which he belonged. Mr. Busy, the ant, suggested the formation of a subterraneous excavation, which he said would be a plan extended with much advantage, as by it the parties could be protected from the heat of the sun and the influence of the atmosphere. This idea was received with great satisfaction by Mr. Burrow, the mole-cricket, and he obligingly offered his services in constructing galleries and apartments of superior size, remarking that Mr. Busy could assist in the formation of the small passages, and in the removal of rubbish. Mr. Bustle Buzz, the blue bottle, strenuously opposed this scheme, wisely observing that although his friends Messrs. Burrow and Busy might feel quite at home under ground, yet he, and the class he represented, would be decidedly out of their element! If he might be allowed to make a proposition, he would say, occupy a portion of the superb Azure Palace already in existence, and which was

erected before any of the assembled party were called into being. This speech was greatly applauded, and Sir Harry Highflier, the emperor butterfly, saying he was well acquainted with a situation every way fit for the purpose, the proposal was agreed to without any more discussion.

As soon as the arrangements for occupying the area selected by Sir Harry Highflier were completed, each exhibiter was requested to forward his contributions to the care of Messrs. Sweet and Busy, who undertook to classify the articles, apportioning to each its allotted space.

In the locomotive department were some curious stilts, sent by the firm of Stride and Stumble, of the crane flies; also some apparatus for facilitating the game of leap-frog, by Messrs. Hop and Goforward, of the grasshoppers. Mr. Airy, the gossamer spider, contributed a novel kind of jüunting-car, formed of minute threads, rolled together, and extremely buoyant, on which the luxurious possessor could float in the atmosphere, and glide joyously over the meadows and downs in the bright sunshine.

In the next compartment were various contrivances used for habitations and shelter among the insect tribe. Mr. Sweet, the honey bee, sent a magnificent palace of wax, separated into many divisions, with royal cells, fit for a queen; others of smaller dimensions, suited to the wants of royal consorts; and some still less, for the accommodation of the majority of her majesty's loyal subjects; also a proper number of apartments in which the supplies of bread and honey could be retained till required for use. Cosy and Snug, the leaf-rolling caterpillars, exhibited many tents of different shapes and various sizes, capable of withstanding the inclemency of the weather, and formed of the leaves of the hazel, oak, lilac, and nettle. Mr. Spoiler, the clothes moth, forwarded a fine specimen of his handiwork, made from the best coat of a miser.

Mr. Spinner, the spider, contributed a nest beautifully soft and conveniently large, which, by being placed in the corner of a high cornice, had for three weeks escaped the vigilance of a housemaid. Sir Harry Highflier, the emperor butterfly, sent the flask-shaped 'dormitory occupied by himself whilst in a state of quiescence. Messrs. Testy and Sting, of the wasp family, forwarded a domicile of large dimensions, in which were several stories, varying in size, supported one on another by pillars, and suspended to the roof by one of unusual strength; these were enclosed in a globular covering, displaying great skill and ingenuity in the execution. They also furnished some of the raw material, consisting of the stump of an old apple tree, and a specimen of the powerful pincers used to cut it up and by mastication prepare it for use. Mr. Soft, the silk worm, contributed a habitation formed of bright yellow silk, beautifully

smoothed, impervious to draught, and in which he proposed to doze away no inconsiderable portion of his existence. Mr. Twine, the caddis fly, exhibited a very picturesque aquatic grotto, made of small stones and tiny shells, fastened together by silken cords.

The compartment in which the greatest ingenuity and skill were developed, and which excited the keenest emulation amongst the exhibitors, was that devoted to the abodes of the rising generation. This also attracted the attention of all the matronly frequenters of the exhibition. Amongst the most noticeable of these structures was the section of a subterraneous cave-like nest, with part of the entrance passage, forwarded by the helpmate of Mr. Burrow, the mole-cricket. Mrs. Tidy, the upholsterer bee, exhibited a moděl nursery; in shape it resembled a Florence flask, and the interior being made perfectly smooth, was lined with a brilliant scarlet drapery procured from the flowers of the field poppy. In this luxurious abode was room for a sufficient quantity of honey and pollen to nourish Mrs. Tidy's young hêir. Mrs. Hum, the gnat, sent a cluster of eggs, formed with great care and skill, in the shape of a boat, and equally buöyant, each egg being placed aperture downwards, to enable its occupant to quit with ease, and enter at once into the liquid element it was to inhabit during the first two stages of its existence.

Mrs. Hum also exhibited some ingenious apparātus for securing the amount of the atmospheric air required to sustain life whilst under water. These contrivances varied much in detail, being at one period attached to the tail of the insect, at another to the head. Mr. Bright, the lantern fly, contributed a beautiful specimen of natural light in the form of a lantern, which was exhibited with almost magical effect. Mrs. Spangle, the glow worm, forwarded a lamp which, being placed of a calm summer's evening on a mossy bank, would prove an object of great attraction to any idler in the vicinity.

Messrs. Sparkle and Sprack, the fireflies, exhibited a design for an illumination taken from the tropical forests and composed of a number of fireflies sporting in and out between the luxuriant foliage of their native woods. Messrs. Chirrup and Hop, of the cricket family, contributed some musical instruments of curious construction, and capable of emitting a sound peculiar to the genus of which it is a distinguishing mark. Her majesty, the reigning queen of the bee tribe, exhibited the silvery pipe which conferred on her the power of quelling the most uproarious proceedings of her generally quiet and orderly subjects.

Mr. Cheatum, the ant lion, forwarded a pitfall, constructed with great labor and skill, in the form of a circular cone, and in which, by adopting the principle of the sliding scale, he proposed securing enough prey to satisfy his appetite. Catchum & Co., of the geo

metric spiders, contributed a beautiful net, composed of threads radiating from the centre, and crossed at regular intervals by circular lines of the same materials. In this elaborately worked trap the wily possessor would entangle the unwary insect, which, being deceived by its brilliancy on a dewy morning, and wishing to take advantage of the reflective properties of the numerous gems, with which it was radiant, to aid him in bedecking himself, advanced too near its treacherous precincts, and became irrecoverably entangled in its meshes. WOODWORTH.

CLX.-SCENE IN A VERMONT WINTER.

"Tis a fearful night in the winter time,

As cold as it ever can be;

The roar of the storm is heard like the chime

Of the waves on an angry sea.

The moon is full, but her silver light

The storm dashes out with his wings to-night;

And over the sky from south to north,

Not a star is seen, as the winds come forth

In the strength of a mighty glee.

All day the snow came down-all day—
As it never came down before,

And over the earth at night there lay
Some two or three feet or more.

The fence was lost, and the wall of stone;
The windows blocked and the well curb gone;

The haystack grown to a mountain lift;
And the wood-pile looked like a monster drift
As it lay at the farmer's door.

As the night set in, came hail and snow,
And the air grew sharp and chill,
And the warning roar of a sullen blow

Was heard on the distant hill;

And the norther! see! on the mountain peak,

In his breath how the old trees writhe and shriek.

He shouts along the plain, Ho! Ho!

He drives from his nostrils the blinding snow,
And growls with a savage will.

Such a night as this to be found abroad
In the snow and the stinging air,—

A shivering dog, in the field by the road,
When the hail through his shaggy hair
The wind drives hard, doth crouch and growl;
And shut his eyes with a dismal howl;
Then to shield himself from the cutting sleet
His nose is pressed on his quivering feet.-
Pray, what does the dog do there?

His master came from the town to-night,
And lost the traveled way;

And for hours he trod with main and might
A path for his horse and sleigh;
But deeper still the snow-drift grew,
And colder still the fierce wind blew;
And his mare, a beautiful Morgan brown,
At last o'er a log had floundered down,
That deep in a huge drift lay.

Many a plunge with a frenzied snort,
She made in the heavy snow;

And her master strove till his breath grew short,
With a word and a gentle blow;

But the snow was deep, and the tugs were tight, His hands were numbed, and had lost their might; So he struggled back to his sleigh again,

And strove to shelter himself in vain,

With his coat and his buffalo.

He had given the last faint jerk of the rein
To rouse up his dying steed;

And the poor dog howls to the blast in vain*
For help in his master's need.

He strives for a-while, with a wistful cry
To catch but a glance from his heavy eye,
And wags his tail if the rûde wind flap
The skirts of his coat across his lap,

And whines that he takes no heed.

The wind goes down, the storm is o'er,
"Tis the hour of midnight past;
The forest writhes and bends no more
In the rush of the mighty blast.
The moon looks out with a silver light

On the high old hills, with the snow all white,

And the giant shadow of Camel's Hump,

Of ledge and tree and ghostly stump,

On the silent plain are cast.