prophets; or the narrative of the death of HIM, who, in his mortality, was the greatest of human kind, and, in his immortality, the MOST HIGH GOD; his dying instructions to his disciples; his perfect resignation to the bitterest sufferings when 'he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, Father, the hour is come; glorify thy Son, that thy Son also may glorify Thee!" I seemed treading beneath the pavement of the abode of Omnipotencesurrounded by the bright radiance of "angels' villas," and light thoughts had no place in my heart. I loved the fair earth because it was HIS work; I desired to quit its because HE was visible here but through an imperfect medium. After the sacred writers, none came so home to my heart and my feelings as the grand and intense Young. I preferred him to all other authors; even the glitter of his constant antitheses delighted me; my soul was filled, whilst my intellect was excited to its extremest tension. Shall I

confess, that much of my admiration of him still retains its early ardour ?”

"Proceed

pray proceed," I said, eagerly; "you do not know-you cannot conceive-how inexpressibly I am interested."

"Oh," she returned, resuming her usual quiet manner, and speaking in a lower tone than before, "you are very indulgent to a woman's fluency of speech, and no egotist could desire a more patient auditor. But I have brought my sketch nearly down to the present period. Beings constituted like myself began to acquire deep interest with me, they who stamp upon this earth's panoramic beauties substance, and utility, and more than mere pictorial existence. And there were deeper searchings inward, and a tracing of thoughts as they pass on from their source, enlarging, expanding, gathering, until the original stream is almost lost in its infinite multiplications -when each moment is pregnant with new discoveries,

and imparts to the mind all the occupation usually derived from events and actions. And now, Sir William Ross

trevor, behold me fairly landed at this present point of time. I have played the egotist long enough, I hope, for your satisfaction- -long enough, I am sure, for my own pleasure."

In reading over this part of our conversation, I am almost tempted to tear it from my journal. How tame, how dull, how spiritless, it appears in the transcript! It seems totally inadequate to the effect it actually produced on me, whẹn aided by Camilla's unequalled voice,

her eloquent eye, her graceful and gentle manner. I was never so well aware how exceeding a superiority to a fine poet, a fine orator possesses in his power of affecting the mind, and of awakening the passions. Never did I know a female with an intellect so transcendent as hers. Never were "faculties worn so meekly." Never was the omnipotence of religion

so completely evidenced, as in the perfection to which it has subdued a mind of which haughtiness, I am certain, was naturally a distinguishing feature.

Hartley Aubertin, all joy to you and your bride of beauty! you have lost an unique gem; - I thank you!

21st.-I have thrown open my window, and the fresh morning air comes in balmily with the bright, clear-sun-beams.

How delicious is morning!- What gentle airs are abroad, whose very breathings seem allied to music!- How softly and gracefully the neighbouring grove waves its branches and its verdant leaves! I hear the silence of nature; — no hum of busy voices -no rolling of chariot-wheels over the shaken pavement. There is a warbling of birdsnow near now afar off in all the intervals of modulation between the first

faint melody of distant music, and the full concerted harmony of the whole orchestra. And now there is a mo

mentary pause, and I hear the little rivulet which she loves, murmuring gently, as if pouring forth sounds fitting for maiden's ear.- But there is other music an earthly tone now faint - now floating hitherwards all joyous and full of gratulation. -The bells of the neighbouring churches are sending abroad their blithest peals. The gale brings with it a swelling cataract of sound; and now it subsides into an indistinct vibration, like the chords touched by memory. It is the day of the great God!

That certain faculties of the human mind should, by natural constitution, be placed beyond the reach of external circumstances, is an economy, the value of which all can comprehend. Of this kind are the reasoning or reflective powers. But the imagination and the affections