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0Lp CLocKs.-E love to contemplate an old clock--one of those relics of by gone times, that come down to us wrapt in vene- ratione-teling their tale of simple yet touching interest. How sweet and pfim

 1t stands in yon corner, like some faded specimen of maiden anliquity It's face bears evident marks of beauty--of beauty decayed, but not obliterated If is plain it has seen its best days, but equally evident IS il that t was the pride and ornament of it's day --unrivalled among its companions. How many eyes have watched the even tenor of its way, as if moved on Tn the ne- yer ending, yet still beginning journey of the hours. Hours aye, aye, years have gone by, since that aged monitor of time first started on its course. And they who set out with 1t, in the morning of life, l whose motions were as active, ard whose principles of yitality--if thA, may be called so which animates elocl-wcre as strong where are theya Do they yet finger in the walks of the village Gan they yet be seen under the old oak tree. or at the door of tie cottage, sec thasa nos there ];

 z.es. sllsssn. stusas the old eluslsz elinlsi~al blitby and patiently as ever. The voice and footsteps are silent of those who jour- Deyed up with 1t to the period of good old age. \ new race has sprung up, long and far removed from the other and as they, too, watch the progress of the old clock, their hours are fleetly passing by, and time with them will soon be at a close.-- How impressive then the lesson taught by that old clock, and the simple inscription on its dial plate-- iemptts fstgst."