A list of the highest Ediices now known, with


their Elevation.

Name and situation.
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Name and situation. Eagf feet
Pyramid of Gizeth in Egypt. SAB.
Steepe of the Cathedral at Cologue, sol.
Steeple of the Minister at Ulm, 481.
SteepIe of the Minister at Strasburg, 486.
Steeple oe the Cathedral at Antwerp, 476.
Pyramid of Cheops in Egypt, 452.
Steeple of St. Stephens at Vienna, 442.
Cupola of St Peters at Rome, 431.
Pyramid Of Cephrenes in Egypt, 426.
Stccple Of St. Martins at Landshut, 422.
steeple of the Cathedral at Crcmana, 1876.
Steeple Of the Minister at Friburg, 395.
Cupola OF the Cathedral at Florence, 384.
Steeple of St. Persina in Saxony, 382.
Cupola ofthe Cathedral at Milan, 357.
Steeple of the Cathedral at Utrecht, $50.
Pyramid of Sackkarah in Egypt, 356.
Steeples OF. .Notre Dame at Munich, 348.
Cupola of St. Paul's at London, 347.
Steeples of St. Auscharius at Bremen, 345.
Stecples of the Cathedral at Magdeburg, 335.
Stecple of St Marks at Venice, 329.
Cupola of the Jesuits' Church at Paris, 314.
Assnelli Tower at Bologna, 514.
Steeple of St. MaGy's at Berlin, 500.
Cupola of the Invalids at Paris, 295.


There is something inexpressibly touch
ing in an anecdote related in a London pa
per, OF an artist. lie was an American, anu
had come thither (he and his young wife) to
paint for fame-and subsistence. They
were strangers in England; they had to fight
against prejudice and poverty---but their
affection for each other solaced them under
every privation, every frown of fortue.
They could think, at least, "all the way over,
the great Atlantic;" and their fancy, Qi.tle
cherished here) had leisure to be busy among
the friends and scenes they had left behind.
A gentlemen who had not seen them for
some time, went one day to the artists pain
ting room, and observing him pale and wan,
inquired about his health, and afterwards
regarding his wife. He answered, only,
".she has left me-" and proceeded in hur-
ried way with his work. She was dead!--
and he was left alone to toll, and get money,
and mourn. The heart in which he had
boarded all his secrets, all his hopes, was
cold; and Fame itself was but shadow
! And SO it is that all we love must wither
and die away. IT'S a true saying, yet a
wholesome moral belongs to it. The thread
of our life is spun: it is twisted firmly, and
looks as ifit would last forever. All colors
are there gaudy yellow, and the san
guine red, and back--dark as death; yet is


it cut i'll twain by the shears of Fate almost
before we discern the peril.