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linen to the wayes-a glorious sIght--ant

 we nave seen iiel re;;isf: ,ssiith her sails fen and blackened, and her hull defaced anc

 her spars shattered. It reminded US oi the course of human life. The youth leaves hls home. Hope is warm at his heart-the world looks bright, and joy and confidence bear him on. He returns in after years his heart IS scared by misfortune and scathed by sorrow. He has trodden the rough ways of life with bleeding feet--he has trusted and been deceived--and he returns to lay hls bones in the soil ot, his father land. But let time go on. We will enjoy the fectng moment--and our blood shall never chill while we have kind friends to greet us and bright eyes to cheer us as we wander gave ward. We are to grow grey, and old and babbling-unless we die earlier--but what need of grief therefor? We will enjoy our- selyes--and the philosopher may sheer and tho austere man may reprobate-but never theless we will enjoy ourselves.

 There are men who have improved upon utilltariamsm--ultra Benthamites ire they, who hate every thing that is not aseful.- Such men love not poetry and care not for the lucubrations of the Walking Gentleman. There is no use in such things, they cry as if there were nothing useful in speaking to the better and nobler sympathes d our nature--as if men must be always bidding on through the highways of life, ir dust and turmoil, and neverturning aside into thegreen lanes of poetry, or indulging nrecreation and amusement. Such men would have made fine universe for us toEinhabit.- There would have been no fbwers-no leaves to sing in the wind-for tley are not useful-there would have been bo stars but the whole heavens would have been written over with algebraic chaacters and Egyptian hieroglyphics. We pity such men. We pity them because Ye know the value of enjoyments which they cannot ap- preciate.

 We would not underyalue or aetract from, the more solid, and as they ara called, use- tul portions of literature and karning-but t may safely be questioned whether much of 1t IS not useless and vain-tending nei- ther to exalt the mind, purify the feelings, to increase our happiness, or to lift us above the petty cares and troubles of this world It is natural for man to be vain, and there fore it is natura! for the mathematician and the astronomer and the seareher into ab- struse philosophy to praise and exalt his own science-but much doubt we. if after all, many of these pursnits-n1any of these nocturnal vigils in which oil hathbeen vast ed and brains worn away-maly of these ponderous tonnes, the works ofgreat intel lects, have bestowed any lastint good upon the world or increased the hanness of in- dtvidua1s. One page breatffg ol fIiefIl- ship for man and love for naure is worth them all-and, to our mind, Burns was far more real benefactor to thf human race than the great Newton. If his be heresy sire cannot burn 1t out of us--we will die in 1t at the stake"