ing to have the matter tried, and against one | Archbishop Spaulding, on my return from who offers to submit to justice you must not Rome, I paid a visit to the bishop of Anproceed as against a criminal until his cause necy, in Savoy. I was struck by the splenhas been heard. In the mean time, prepare dor of his palace, and saw a sentinel at the for war. This decision will be the best for door, placed there by the French government yourselves and the most formidable to your as a guard of honor. But the venerable bishenemies." op soon disabused me of my favorable impressions. He told me that he was in a state of gilded slavery. "I cannot," said he, "build as much as a sacristy without obtaining permission of the government." TH Translation of B. JOWETT, M. A. AMERICAN RELIGIOUS LIBERTY. HANK GOD, we live in a country where liberty of conscience is respected, and where civil constitution holds over us the ægis of her protection, without intermeddling with ecclesiastical affairs. From my heart I say, "America, with all thy faults, I love thee still." And perhaps at this moment there is no nation on the face of the earth where the Church is less trammeled, and where she has more liberty to carry out her sublime destiny, than in these United States. For my part, I much prefer the system which prevails in this country, where the temporal needs of the Church are supplied by voluntary contributions of the faithful, to the system which obtains in some Catholic countries of Europe, where the Church is supported by the government, thereby making feeble reparation for the gross injustice it has done to the Church by its former wholesale confiscation of ecclesiastical property. And the Church pays dearly for this indemnity, for she has to bear the perpetual attempts at interference and the vexatious enactments of the civil power, which aims at making her wholly dependent upon itself. Some years ago, in company with the late I do not wish to see the day when the Church will invoke or receive any government aid to build our churches or to pay the salary of our clergy, for the government may then begin to dictate to us what doctrines we ought to preach. And in proportion as state patronage would increase, the sympathy and aid of the faithful would diminish. I heartily pray that religious intolerance may never take root in our favored land. May the only king to force our conscience be the King of kings, may the only prison. erected among us for the sin of unbelief or misbelief be the prison of a troubled conscience, and may our only motive for embracing truth be, not the fear of man, but the love of truth and of God! THE COMMON DOOM. ICTORIOUS men of earth, | In your beauty's pale declension no more empires are; You would grace When your with condescension Proclaim how wide your The love that touched you never And your triumphs reach As night or day, And mingle with forgotten ashes, when Devouring Famine, Plague and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are; Nor to these alone confined: He hath at will That Fate hath locked for ever Love's gol- There's a wrong beyond redressing, May come an hour too late. PAUL H. HAYNE. In raptures I beheld her eyes, Which could but ill deny me. Should I be called where cannons roar, Where mortal steel may wound me, Or cast upon some foreign shore Where dangers may surround me, Yet hopes again to see my love, To feast on glowing kisses, In all my soul there's not one place The next time I go o'er the moor ALLAN RAMSAY. THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. I SAW her when the flowers of life Bloomed in hope's radiant dawn, Fair as the rainbow in the sky. Ere its tints of heaven are gone. Her heart was pure; no withering blight Had crushed its dreams of youth, Nor weeds of sorrow rankled round Her soul of angel-truth. The brightness of her glance had fled The rose that decked her crimson cheek The dews of death sat sternly cold Shone like the meteor's blaze The dark hair o'er her forehead fell So beauteous once, and blest, Wrapped in eternal rest. The fleshless hands were clasped across The last faint smile she gave, A king observed a flock widespread Such pleasure in this man the monarch took, O'er higher flock than this, and my esteem. Like moonlight's lingering farewell gleam Although a hermit and a wolf or two, Upon a mouldering grave. I stood beside the shrouded bier And kissed the lifeless earth, And wept to think that joys like hers Should perish at their birth; 'Tis even so the greenest bud JAMES WITHERS. Besides his flock and dogs, were all he knew. demand Would come, of course, and did, we under stand. His neighbor hermit came to him to say, kings! Their favors are but slippery things, |