CHILDHOOD.
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The following sound thoughts beautifully
express the sports and influences of happy
childhood, are from the "Batcheors death
Bed," in a late number of the Southern
Literary Messenger:


"The balmy breath of spring was laden
with their perfume, and groups of children
were sporting under their shade, like cher
ubS in the garden d innocence.


"Since the harp Of the shepherd king was
removed to heaven, man has found no mu-
sic like the laugh of childhood, to calm the
whirlwinds Of the soul. Its silvery echoes
break upon us amid the clouds of life, and
we almost fancy voice above US saying
''come up higher" Its world is, indeed,
world above our own. Like the topmost Of
Babylon's serenest blue,t the dew falls upon
it in all its freshness. The bright SUM-
beams dance on its foliage, and play upon
the brow of its sylph-Iike inhabitants-light-
ming them to enjoyment, us to toll. Neveris
man so happy as when he can leave the world
below him, JON their innocent reveals, and
fancy himself denizen of their world in
miniature. The most hardened must melt
-the most profigate must be abashed--the
proudest must be brought low, in the pres
ence of those, of whom "such is the king
dom ofheaven."