more distinct, though still mantled by a gauzy

vapor.

2. Our hopes brightened. We felt stronger, and proceeded faster. What a power the mind has over the body! How hope lightens the burdens of life!

3. A few turns more and we emerged from the woods and clouds; at the same time the sun looked upon us in golden glory, and wrapped every object in a wreath of beauty.

4. We stood by the rude lodge on Montanvert. We gazed, and gazed, and gazed, lost in admiration of the grand and glorious scenery every where presented to our view.

5. I was entranced. perfectly ravished-completely bewildered by the ruggedness, vastness, and magnificence of the landscape. Behind us, still wrapped in the swaddling clothes of the morning, lay the quiet vale of Chamouni, dotted here and there with some romantic hamlets.

6. On one side of us lay the immense glacier, called the "Sea of Ice," extending away to the distance of twenty miles. The surface of the glacier is not smooth, but exceedingly undulating and rough. Sometimes, in the distance of half a mile, the glacier descends at least five hundred feet, resembling the rapids above Niagara Falls, seen by moonlight.

7. All over the glacier were scattered fragments of rock, resting on slender. pillars of ice, presenting, by help of the imagination, a picture of vast cities in ruins.

8. But the main object of attraction lying beyond this, was Mont Blanc, whose summit towered majestically above every other object, wreathed in a pure white turban, slightly tinged with the red rays of the noonday sun.

9. Turning towards the north-east, we bent our

way along the edge of the glacier, sometimes on the ice, and sometimes on the rocks. We were now in the region of eternal snows. No green thing was in sight.

10. Perfect stillness and desolation reigned all around. Not a sound was heard, except our own pices, and the shrill whistle of the winds through the clefts of the naked rocks.

11. Soon we were encircled in an irregular basin, with a single opening towards Mont Blanc. The rim of this basin was not more than half a dozen miles over, and girdled about with jagged mountains, some protruding their naked heads four thousand feet above the drifts of snow piled about their bases.

12. Through the opening just referred to, were to be seen the Aiguilles, the royal attendants of Mont Blanc, fronting and flanking him in peerless splendor, thrusting their summits through the everlasting snows, and appearing like the Aurora Borealis, hardened into solidity, and resting on a base of pure whiteness.

13. We halted to contemplate this most astonishing scene. What a picture of old age of the end of years! Frost, snows, dreariness, desolation, silence! No hope of a returning spring of sweet, youthful, verdant beauty!

14. We started off, and dashed over a part of the glacier, and a few miles brought us to the Garden, a patch of ten or twelve acres. This is a singular spot of earth-a spot covered with a beautiful green carpet of grass, ornamented with wild flowers of various hues, and lying in the midst of a vale surrounded by eternal snows, barren rocks, immortal ices!

15. What a place, and what a scene! I gazed in perfect ravishment on this gem in the immense casket of universal desolation. It was indeed a jewel God had placed it there.

16. "Here" I exclaimed ; (6 yes, it is so, after all; there is a verdant spot for old age and weariness, where the decrepit and heavy laden may rest in beauty. Here is a Here is a garden of fresh grass and unsoiled flowers, which God has planted and man has not marred."

17. Then toil, patient pilgrim; though all about is frigid, lone, and desolate; though faint and weary, toil, that you may win, that you may ascend to the garden which God has planted for you.

18. Bear your crosses and fatigue with fortitude and resignation; remembering that out of sight of mortals, yet within the reach of all, above the cold, damp regions of clouds and doubts, there is a GARDEN, green, bright, and beautiful. The believing see it. The ardent hope for it. The truthful labor to reach it. There their labors cease, and they rest with God.

A GRECIAN FABLE.

ONCE on a time, a son and sire, we're told, –
The stripling tender, and the father old,
Purchased a donkey at a country fair,

To ease their limbs, and hawk about their ware;
But as the sluggish animal was weak,

They feared, if both should mount, his back would

break.

Up got the boy, the father plods on foot,

And through the gazing crowd he leads the brute;
Forth from the crowd the graybeards hobble out,
And hail the cavalcade with feeble shout:

"This the respect to feeble age you show?
And this the duty you to parents owe?
He beats the hoof, and you are set astride;
Sirrah! get down, and let your father ride!"

As Grecian lads were seldom void of grace,
The decent, duteous youth resigned his place.
Then a fresh murmur through the rabble ran;
Boys, girls, wives, widows, all attack the man:
"Sure ne'er was brute so void of nature!
Have you no pity for the pretty creature?

To your young child can you be so unkind?
Here, Luke, Bill, Betty, put the child behind!"
Old dapple next the clowns' compassion claimed:
"Passing strange those boobies are not ashamed!
Two at a time upon a poor dumb beast!

They might as well have carried him, at least."
The pair, still pliant to the partial voice,

Dismount, and bear the brute. Then what a noise!

Huzzas, loud laughs, low gibe, and bitter joke,
From the yet silent sire these words provoke:
"Proceed, my boy, nor heed their further call;
Vain his attempt who strives to please them all!'

WHO ARE THE MECHANICS?

1. WHO are the mechanics? Let history answer. What class, during the last seven centuries, occupies a more prominent place in the history of civilization and of constitutional liberty?

2. Where, amidst the dense darkness of the middle ages, first arose a taste for the comforts and refinements of life? Who first supplied commodities for modern commerce, thus opening a friendly intercourse between distant, dissimilar, and hitherto hostile nations, and making the improvements and discoveries of one the common property of all?

3. Who for the first time lit up that glorious spirit, which alone deserves the name of civil lib

erty? To this question history furnishes a correct and satisfactory answer.

4. In this land, above all others, it becomes us to make grateful and respectful mention of the services, which mechanics have rendered to the cause of liberty. Their enterprise, be it remembered, was among the causes which first excited the jealousy of the mother country towards her American col

onies.

5. In her efforts to strangle that enterprise, she weakened the ties of affection which bound them to her, and awoke on these shores a cry for INDE

PENDENCE.

6. In the fearless remonstrances which were laid at the feet of royalty, in the negociations which were opened, in the measures which were concerted and put into execution in the firm and enlightened policy which saw its object and moved right onward to its attainment who were more active or more influential than the mechanics?

7. And when, at length, the die was cast, and the tidings from LEXINGTON and BUNKER HILL proclaimed, that there was no hope but in arms and in the God of battles, who stood forth conspicuous, in the field, in the cabinet, and in foreign courts?

8. In the army of the revolution, I can recall no name, WASHINGTON's only excepted, which occupies a prouder place in the memory and affections of a grateful people, than that of NATHANIEL GREENE, the blacksmith.

9. In the deliberations of Congress, and in the negociations with foreign powers, I see no worthier representatives of the cool, sagacious, inflexible, upright, and far-reaching statesmen, than BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, the printer, and ROGER SHERMAN, the shoemaker.

10. I need not add the names of others scarcely less honored. If we would know what mechanics