him: God is our King, there'fore we will o-bey' him. cane. Sugar is made from a plant which is called sugar. This plant grows in certain islands, called the West Indies, and also in the East Indies, where the soil and cli'mate are found to favour its growth. It would not grow well in a cold country. The persons who have e-states' for raising sugar-canes get the name of planters. Sugar-canes are planted in rows, like beans in a garden. When ripe for use, the canes are cut off near the roots. They are then carried to a press, and put between two heavy iron rollers. These rollers, being moved round, squeeze out the juice from the canes, and the juice falls into a tub placed beneath. After this the juice is put into a copper pan, where it is boiled, so as to carry off some of the water in va'pour. When it is cooled, the moist part, or treacle, is drawn off and put into casks, and sold under the name of mo-las'ses. The thick sub stance that remains behind is the sugar, which is also packed up in casks or barrels, and shipped off for those countries that consume it. In this state it is called raw, or yellow, or brown, or soft sugar. It is made into white sugar by being boiled again and again, till the treacle or brown part is wholly taken away, and then it becomes white as snow, Bullocks' blood, or steam, is used in this process; and those who make the raw sugar into white, are said to refine it. This is called also loaf sugar, because it is formed into the shape of loaves. And it is called lump sugar, because it becomes hard, and may be broken down into lumps. Sugar, both brown and white, is much used by all classes of people, and is said to nourish the body, as well as to please the taste. QUESTIONS. What is sugar made from? Where do the sugar-canes grow? What are those called who have estates for raising sugar-canes? How is the juice squeezed out of the canes? What is then done with the juice? What is then done with the moist part? What is it called? What is the thick_part which remains? How is it made into white sugar? What names does it then get? What is sugar said to do? THE ROSE. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, When its leaves are aii dead, and fine colours lost, So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty But gain a good name by performing my duty : MORAL LESSONS. Come, and I will show you what is beau'ti-ful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers. Her leaves glow like fire; the air is filled with her sweet o'dour. She is the de-light' of every eye. She is beau'ti-ful; but there is a fairer than she. He that made the rose is more beau-ful than the rose. He is all lovely; He is the de-light of every heart. I will show you what is strong. The li'on is strong. When he raiseth up himself from his lair, when he shaketh his main, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cat'tle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the des'ert hide them-selves', for he is very ter'ri-ble. The lion is strong but he that made the lion in : stronger than he. He His anger is terʼrí-ble. could make us die in a mo'ment, and no one could save us out of his hand. I will show you what is glo'ri-ous. The sun is glo'ri-ous. When he shi'neth in the clear sky, when he sitteth on his bright throne in the heav'ens, and looketh a-broad' over all the earth, he is the most ex'cel-lent and glo'ri-ous creature the eye can be-hold'. The sun is glo'ri-ous, but He that made the sun is more glo'ri-ous than he. The eye be-hold'etn Him not; for His bright'ness is more dazzling than we can bear. He se'eth in all dark places, by night as well as by day; and the light of his coun'te-nance is over all his works. Who is this great name, and what is He called, that my lips may praise Him? This great name is GOD. He made all things, but he is him-self' more ex'cel-lent than all which He hath made. They are beau'ti-ful, but He is beauty; they are strong, but He is strength; they are perfect, but He is per-fec'tinn. Child of mor-tal'i-ty, whence comest thou; why is thy coun'te-nance sau, and why are thine eyes red with weeping? I have seen the rose in its beau'ty: it spread its leaves to the morning sun.-I re-turned': it was dying upon its stalk: the grace of the form of it was gone; its love'li-ness was vanish-ed away; the leaves there-of' were seat'tered on the ground; and no one gathered them again. A state'ly tree grew on the plain; its branches were covered with ver'dure; its boughs spread wide, and made a goodly sha'dow the trunk was like a strong pillar; the roots were like crook'ed fangs-I re-turned': the ver'dure was nipt by the east wind; the branch'es were lopt away by the the worm had made its way into the trunk, and the heart thereof was decayed: it moul'dered away, and fell to the ground. axe; I have seen the in'sects sporting in the sun'shine, and darting along the stream; their wings glit'tered with gold and purple; their bodies shone like the green em'e-rald; they were more nu'mer-ous than I could count; their mo'tions were quicker than my eye could glance.-I returned: they were brushed into the pool; they were per'ish-ing with the evening breeze; the swallow had de-voured' them; the pike had seized them: there were none found of so great a multi-tude. I have seen man in the pride of his strength; his cheeks glowed with beauty; his limbs were full of ac-tivi-ty; he leaped; he walked; he ran; he re-joiced' in that he was more ex'cel-lent than those. -I returned: he lay stiff and cold or the bare ground; his feet could no longer move, nor his hands stretch them-selves' out; his life was depart'ed from him, and the breath out of his nos'trils. There'fore do I weep; be-cause' death is in |