SATURDAY, MAY |, 1871.
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1t would be far better to have no God in
the universe


In the centre of Hafed's garden stood
a large beautiful Palm tree. Under it was
Hated sitting, the second evening after
closing the grave over his children. The
seat on which he sat had been reared by
his son. On the leaf Of the tree which
lay before him, were some exquisite vers-
es written bv the pencil of his daughter.
Before him lay the beautiful country cov-
cred with green, sprinkled here and there,
as far as the eye could see, with the habit
a;ions of men, and upon this great land
scape the shadows of the mighty noun
tains were now setting. In the east, the
moon was just pushing up her modest
face, and the gold of day was softening
into the silver of night. While Hated
looked on all this, grief began to swell in
his throat; his tongue murmured his
heart was full of hard thoughts of God,
which nearly amounted to blasphemy.


As the night deepeued, Hated, as he
then thought, fell asleep with heavy
heart. When he supposed he awoke, it
was in new spot. The mountain, the
landscape, the home, were all gone. All
was new.


AS he stood wondering where he was,
he saw creature approaching him, which,
at first, he mistook for baboon but on
its coming near, he discovered that it was
a creature somewhat resembling a man,
but every way mal-formed, ill-shaped, and
monstrous.


He came up and walked around Hated
as he would superior being, exclaiming,
beautiful, beautiful creature %


'Shame, shame on thee said Hated !;
dost thou treat stranger thus with in
suits Leave off thy jests, and tell me
where am, and how | came heren


i do not know how you came here,
but here you are in our world, which we
call chance rorId, because every thing
happens here by chance


'Ah is it so This must be delight
full This is just the world for me. Oh!
had | always lived here, my beautiful chill
dren would not have died under foolish
and inexorable law Come, show me
this world, for long to see it. But have
We really no God, nor any one to make
laws and govern you jus, as he sees fit ?


Il don't know what you mean by God :;
we have nothing of that kind hcrc-noth-
ing but chance; but go with me and you
will understand all about it,


As they proceeded, Hated began to no.
tice that every thing looked queer and odd.
Some of the grass was green, some red,
some white, some new, and some dying :;
some grew with the top downward and
on the whole the sight was very painful.
He stopped to examine an orchard here
chance had been at work. On fine
looking apple tree, he saw no fruit but
large coarse cucumbers. a small peach
tree was breaking down under its load of
gourds. Some of the trees were growing
with their tops downward, and the roots
branching out into the air. Here and
there were great holes dug, by which
somebody had tried to get down twenty
or thirty feet, in order to get the fruit.
The guide told Hated that there was no
certainty about these trees and you
could never tell what fruit tree would
happen to bear. The tree which this year