Where fierce Temptation hovers o'er his prey: Pierced with a thousand wounds from day to day, My soul had perish'd, but the balmy blood Of Calvary was applied. I hold no play

Henceforth with sin. Along the heavenly road, Radiant with Thine own steps, I follow Thee, my God!

THERE IS A VOICE.

The sun is up-the flowering spring
Has gone abroad upon the earth,
And birds are out upon the wing,
To greet the joyous season's birth-
Yet there's a voice in every hour,
In every plant, in every flower-
I hear it still by night and day,
It bids me rise, and haste away.
Yon beauteous sun will swiftly set-

The Spring will fly-the flowers decay-
The birds their minstrelsy, forget-
And I shall be as mute as they-
There is a voice in wang years,
There is a voice in memory's tears-
I count my warnings one by one,
Time hastens, and I must be gone.

ONCE TWAS MY HOPE

BY T. H. BAYLY.

Once 'twas my hope, upon this spot
A tender flower to raise ;

I thought its bloom would be my pride
Through many summer days;

But ere the sunbeam's smile had lured
Its perfect fragrance forth,

Its soft leaves severed from the stem
Lay trampled on the earth.

I sorrowed all the winter time,
And bitter tears I shed;

When spring returned it found me still
A mourner o'er the dead:

But soon I saw the plant arise,

And spurn its earthly tomb,

More beautiful than when I nursed
Its infancy of bloom

That lesson in my memory

I'll treasure up with care;

I will not sorrow for the dead
With impious, mad despair;

I know hereafter they'll shake off
This perishable earth,
And boast an immortality

Of beauty and of worth!

This beautiful sheet of water must be classed among our smaller lakes, being only a mile wide near its head, and rarely exceeding two miles through its length of thirty-six. But though inconsiderable in magnitude when compared with our inland oceans, Erie or Ontario, Lake George combines in an unrivalled degree all the elements of beauty. It abounds with such varieties of scenery, that the slightest change in the position of the beholder, the most trifling variation in the accompaniments of light and shadow is frequently sufficient to develope charms unseen and unimagined before, and indeed, with its crystal waters and its diamond islands, its majestic mountains and its vast old forests, its embattled ruins consecrated by the blood of our fathers and its hundred legends in which their deeds have been embalmed, it presents attractions to the traveller such as few other places in our country possess. We have seen it in every variety of circumstance and always found it beautiful. In calm or storm, by daylight or by moonlight, its beauty may vary but it is still beautiful. No where else have we seen the Sun rise with so much magnificence. The lake is so closely environed by lofty mountains that the surrounding world is arrayed in light long before the sun has acquired sufficient elevation to overtop the barrier they form, and then, the effect produced by his sudden appearance is truly superb. Immense masses of vapour are seen rising like a curtain from the water, and slowly rolling up the sides of the hills, when the Sun, like a flood of blazing gold, burst