count of the ravages, desolation, and misery which error and folly, vice and tyranny, may have produced among them, and to alleviate, to the utmost of our power, the misfortunes and oppressions under which they groan? Reason, as well as Christianity, spurns at the narrow-minded patriotism which confines its regards to a particular country, and would promote its interests by any means, although it should prove injurious to every other nation. Whatever tends to the general good of the whole human family will ultimately be found conducive to the prosperity and happiness of every particular nation and tribe; while, on the other hand, a selfish and ungenerous conduct towards other communities, and an attempt to injure or degrade them, will seldom fail to deprive us of the benefits we wished to secure, and to expose us to the evils we intended to avert. Such appear, in fact, to be the principles of God's moral government among the nations, and such the sanctions by which the laws of natural justice are enforced.

ON THE BENEFITS WHICH WOULD FLOW TO THE WORLD, were COVETOUSNESS UNDERMINED, AND AN OPPOSITE PRINCIPLE PREVAILING IN CHRISTIAN SOCIETY.

Were the covetous principle completely undermined, and, consequently, were wealth applied to its legitimate objects, according to the intention of the Creator, every thing requisite to promote the physical comfort and the moral and intellectual enjoyment of man in this world, and his preparation for a future state of happiness, might, at no distant period, be speedily effected. Even the physical aspect of the globe might be renovated, and its barren deserts transformed into a scene of fertility and beauty, so that "the wilderness and the solitary place" might be made to rejoice and blossom as the rose." Although the inordinate love of money is "the root of all evil," yet the proper distribution of it, on the foundation of Christian principles, may be pronounced to be the source of all good.

We have already shown that the almost universal prevalence of covetousness has been the cause of most of the wars and devastations which have convulsed the world, and the source of most of the evils and sufferings under which the human race have groaned in every age. And it might likewise be demonstrated that the proper application of wealth would go far to undermine, and ultimately to destroy, all such evils, and to diffuse among all ranks a degree of happiness and comfort which has never yet been enjoyed in any period since man first violated the law of his Creator. It is scarcely conceivable, at first view, what innumerable benefits, of every description, might be conferred on our fellow-men, and on the world at large, by an application, on

liberal and Christian principles, of the riches which we at this moment possess.

Oh, into what a blissful scene might this ruin of a world yet be transformed, were covetousness thoroughly subdued, and were only those who profess to be Christians to come forth with unanimity, and lay down their superfluous treasures at the foot of the cross! In the short space of little more than half a century to come, we might behold celestial light diffusing its radiance over the most distant and benighted regions of the globe; the idols of the nations abolished; the savage raised to the dignity of his moral and intellectual nature, and his mind adorned with the beauties of holiness; the instruments of warfare broken to shivers, and peace shedding its benign influence over the world; temples erected in every land for the worship of the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ; the minds of the young irradiated with Divine knowledge, and rising up in wisdom, and in favor with God and man; the principle of crime extirpated, and poverty and wretchedness banished from the earth; the moral wilderness of the heathen world cultivated and adorned with every heavenly virtue and grace; the wastes and wilds of the globe transformed into fertile regions, and arrayed in all the beauties of Eden; the hatred and jealousy of nations changed into benevolence, and a friendly and harmonious intercourse established between all the tribes and families of the earth!

THE THRONE OF GOD.

The Scriptures frequently refer to a particular place, circumstance, or manifestation, termed the throne of God, as in the following passages:-"Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool." "The Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens." "A glorious high throne, from the beginning, is the place of thy sanctuary." "Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple." "Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, be unto Him that sits upon the throne.' These and similar expressions and representations must be considered either as merely metaphorical, or as referring to some particular region of the universe where the Divine glory is reflected, in some peculiarly magnificent manner, from material objects, and where the manifestations of the Divine character are most illustriously displayed. If there be a reference to the splendor and magnitude of a particular portion of creation, there is an astronomical idea which may help us to form some conception of this " 'glorious high throne" which is the peculiar residence of the Eternal. It is now considered by astronomers as highly probable, if not certain, from late observations, from the nature of gravitation, and other circumstances, that all the

systems of the universe revolve round one common centre; and that this centre may bear as great a proportion, in point of magnitude, to the universal assemblage of systems, as the sun does to his surrounding planets; and since our sun is five hundred times larger than the earth and all the other planets and their satellites taken together, on the same scale such a central body would be five hundred times larger than all the systems and worlds in the universe. Here, then, may be a vast universe of itself, an example of material creation exceeding all the rest in magnitude and splendor, and in which are blended the glories of every other system. If this is in reality the case, it may, with the most emphatic propriety, be termed the throne of God.

DOUGLAS JERROLD, 1803-1857.

DOUGLAS JERROLD, dramatist, journalist, and miscellaneous writer, was born in London, January 3, 1803. His father was manager of Sheerness Theatre, and hence his early taste for the drama. But the grand realities of naval warfare by which he was surrounded made the stronger impression upon the boy, and he sought and obtained a midshipman's appointment in the service. When the war with Napoleon was over, he was apprenticed to a printer; and here his literary tastes were developed. After his hours of labor he devoted himself to books, the chief of which was Shakspeare, and made himself master of several languages. His first dramatic production was Black-eyed Susan,— one of the most popular dramas of modern times. At a later period he produced several five-act comedies, the best-known of which are Time works Wonders, and The Bubbles of a Day.3 But his fame rests more securely upon his novels, sketches, and essays. His Men of Character was originally published in Blackwood. In 1841 he joined the staff of Punch, and contributed to that periodical A Story of a Feather, Punch's Letters to his Son, and The Caudle Lectures, of world-wide fame. Later appeared The Chronicles of Clovernook,-the kindliest and most delightful of all his books,-and Saint Giles and Saint James, -his most elaborate novel. For three or four years before his death he edited Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper,-a journal of the largest circulation in England. He died, of disease of the heart, in 1857. His works have been published by his son, William Blanchard Jerrold, entitled Life and Remains of Douglas Jerrold, and Douglas Jerrold's Wit and Humor.

1 The earth, and all the other bodies in the ' solar system, are moving towards the constellation Hercules.

* Sheerness is a seaport at the mouth of the Thames, where there is a large naval arsenal, and a dock where men-of-war are repaired and refitted.

4 Other of his comedies are—Nell Gwynne, The Pismer of War, The Housekeeper, Rent

4"No one that has seen Douglas Jerrold can ever forget him,-a tiny, round-shouldered man, with a pale, aquiline visage, keen, bright gray eyes, and a prefusion of iron-brown hair; usually rather taciturn (though with a neverceasing play of eye and lips), till an oppor tunity occurred for shooting forth one of those flashes of wit which made him the conversational chief of his day."-CHAMBERS'S Book of Days.

If Douglas Jerrold was not a great man, as the term is generally understood, he was certainly a very brilliant one. But the wit and drollery of his writings, however great, would not, perhaps, have made him the remarkable power he was, if he had not also possessed such a wonderful talent of colloquial repartee. In his day, and, perhaps, at no time, was any one in London half so noted for the brilliancy and originality of his sayings. Generally, his wit derived its value from the sense lying under it. Always sharp, often caustic, it was never morose or ill-natured; for Jerrold was in reality a kind-hearted man, full of feeling and tenderness; and of true goodness and worth, talent and accomplishment, he was ever the hearty admirer.

Every one knows that specimens of conversational wit, when divorced from the circumstances which produced them, are placed at a great disadvantage. Yet many of his sayings will bear repetition in print; and we give the following as some of his

REPARTEES AND PUNS.

Dogmatism. His definition of dogmatism was "puppyism come to maturity.

A Fulsome Epitaph. On passing a flamingly uxorious epitaph put up by a famous cook on his wife's tomb in Kensal Green Cemetery, he shook his head, and said, "Mock turtle."

Surplus Population. A puffy clergyman was expressing opinions that were very revolting to Jerrold,-to the effect that the real evil of modern times was the surplus population. “Yes, the surplice population," was his reply.

Unremitting Kindness. "Call that a kind man!" said an actor, speaking of an absent acquaintance, "a man who is always away from his family and never sends them a farthing! Call that kindness!" "Yes," was his quick retort,—“ unremitting kindness."

Going on. As he was one day passing up Regent Street at his usual quick pace, he was met by a prosy old acquaintance, who stopped him, and began, "Well, Jerrold, my dear boy, what is going on?" "I am," said the wit, instantly shooting off. A Donation. Once he was importuned to aid a literary acquaintance who had solicited aid from his friends two or three times before. "Well, how much does want this time?"

said Jerrold to the person who had undertaken to collect the money. "Why, just a four and two noughts (£400) will, I think, put him straight," was the reply. Jerrold: "Well, put me down for one of the noughts."

The Sharp Attorney. A friend of an unfortunate lawyer met Jerrold, and said, "Have you heard about poor R-? His business is going to the devil." Jerrold: "That's all right: then he is sure to get it back again."

Egotism. A supper of sheep's-head was proposed in the club, and presently served. One gentleman present, particularly en

thusiastic on the excellence of the dish, threw down his knife and fork, exclaiming, “Well, sheep's-head forever, say I!" Jerrold: "There's egotism!"

The Retort Direct. A somewhat prosy member of " Our Club," hearing an air mentioned, exclaimed, "That always carries me away when I hear it!" "Can nobody whistle it?" exclaimed

Jerrold.

MRS. CAUDLE'S CURTAIN LECTURES

INTRODUCTION.

Poor Job Caudle was one of the few men whom nature, in her casual bounty to women, sends into the world as patient listeners. He was, perhaps, in more respects than one, all ears. And these ears Mrs. Caudle-his lawful wedded wife, as she would ever and anon impress upon him, for she was not a woman to wear chains without shaking them-took whole and sole possession of. They were her entire property; as expressly made to convey to Caudle's brain the stream of wisdom that continually flowed from the lips of his wife, as was the tin funnel through which Mrs. Caudle in vintage time bottled her elder wine. There was, however, this difference between the wisdom and the wine. The wine was always sugared; the wisdom, never. It was expressed crude from the heart of Mrs. Caudle, who, doubtless, trusted to the sweetness of her husband's disposition to make it agree with him. * * *

Mr. Caudle was blessed with an indomitable constitution. One fact will prove the truth of this. He lived thirty years with Mrs. Caudle, surviving her. Yes, it took thirty years for Mrs. Caudle to lecture and dilate upon the joys, griefs, duties, and vicissitudes comprised within that seemingly small circle,—the wedding-ring. * * *

When Mr. Job Caudle was left in this briery world without his daily guide and nocturnal monitress, he was in the ripe fulness of fifty-two. For three hours at least after he went to bed-such slaves are we to habit-he could not close an eye. His wife still talked at his side. True it was, she was dead and decently interred. His mind-it was a comfort to know it-could not wander on this point: this he knew. Nevertheless, his wife was with him. The Ghost of her Tongue still talked as in the life; and again and again did Job Caudle hear the monitions of by gone years. At times, so loud, so lively, so real were the sounds, that Job, with a cold chill, doubted if he were really widowed. And then, with the movement of an arm, a foot, he would assure himself that he was alone in his holland. Nevertheless, the talk continued. It was terrible to be thus haunted by a voice; to have advice, commands, remonstrances, all sorts of saws and