whirls from east, through south, to west, on the south side of the equator. The sketch at figures 4 and 5, will make this plain to the eye. The points of the left to right in the course the right way, on first falling in with the storm, the sailor now knows how to keep himself clear of its fury, and to sail out of its path, instead of allowing himself to be drawn quite through its centre, as otherwise he would have been almost sure to have done. No one yet knows exactly how the hurricane is are caused. It is not so easy to unravel its secret mysteries as it has proved to be with other winds. It, however, is obviously formed in strict accordance with some fixed and unfailing law. This is proved by its whirl always pursuing a determinate direction. It has been remarked, too, that it likes to have its feet in hot water. It is only produced where there warm ocean-streams immediately beneath, and where, accordingly, abundance of vapour is steamed up into the atmosphere. Another thing, too, is clear. It is not a steady fire which sets going the draught of the whirlwind. It is no simple sun-furnace which invites its giddy and impetuous rush It is an instantaneous and momentary burst, more of the nature of an explosion, which puts its reeling eddies in movement. In all probability, some large void space is created for a moment, either by intense electrical excitement, or by an extensive and rapid condensation of vapour into water, or by some analogous proceeding, and the entire depth of the atmosphere immediately becomes concerned in filling up the gap, and effacing the void. The elastic aerial substance, pressed forward by the superincumbent weight of nearly a ton upon every square foot, rushes in from all sides; and having filled up the empty space, then whirls away, spinning off for hundreds of miles, under the exuberant force brought into play. The centre of the eddy is a calm, because the air tends to fly outward from it in all directions, as sparks fly off from a revolving firework, or as waterspray is thrown off from a revolving grindstone. It is the extreme elasticity of the thin aerial substance which leads to all the violence and convulsion experienced in the movements of the winds. When once a small measure of disturbance has been produced, the disturbed particles rush back, and then sway to and fro in a wild, mad way, before they can again settle down into a state of equipoise and rest. It is the irritable and highly-stretched temper of the invisible air which leads to the "inconstancy of the wind." LESSON 55.-PATRIOTISM. SIR WALTER SCOTT, a voluminous and powerful writer, was born at Edinburgh, 1771. He is celebrated for his romantic poems, "The Lay of the Last Minstrel," "Marmion," "The Lady of the Lake," &c., and for his prose romances, The Waverley Novels." He was a man of high honour and strict integrity, and he died universally regretted, 1832. 66 BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, From wandering on a foreign strand !— O Caledonia! stern and wild, Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, That knits me to thy rugged strand! Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, The Bard may draw his parting groan.-Sir W. Scott. LESSON 56.-LOCHINVAR. O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? Sir W. Scott. LESSON 57.-FITZJAMES & RODERICK DHU. THE Chief in silence strode before, And reached that torrent's sounding shore, Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines And here his course the Chieftain stayed, |