his cloak in the open street. Whereupon | judges with a noble tranquillity," to suffer his friends told him, that such treatment death by your order, to which nature had was insufferable, and that he ought to condemned me from the first moment of give her a severe drubbing for it. "Yes, my birth; but my accusers will suffer no a fine piece of sport indeed," said he, less from, infamy and injustice by the laughing; "while she and I were buffeting decrees of truth." He calmly took leave one another, you, in your turns, I suppose, of his family, who visited him for the last would animate us on to the combat: time in prison. When the deadly potion while one cried out, Well done, Socrates,' was brought him, he drank it off with another would say, 'Well hit, Xantippe."" an amazing fortitude, and a serenity of At another time, having vented all the aspect not to be expressed, or even conreproaches her fury could suggest, he ceived. Till then, his friends, with great went out, and sat before the door. His violence to themselves, had refrained from calm and unconcerned behavior did but tears; but after he had drank the poison, irritate her so much the more; and in the they were no longer their own masters, excess of her rage, she ran up stairs, and but wept passionately. Apollodorus, who emptied a vessel of water upon his head; had been in tears for some time, began at which he only laughed, and said, "that then to lament with such excessive grief, so much thunder must needs produce a as pierced the hearts of all that were presshower." ent. Socrates alone remained unmoved, Alcibiades, his friend, talking with him and even reproved his friends, though with one day about his wife, told him, he won- his usual mildness and good nature. dered how he could bear such an ever-"What are you doing?" said he to them. lasting scold in the same house with him." I wonder at you. What is become of He replied, "I have so accustomed my- your virtue? Was it not for this I sent self to expect it, that it now offends me the women away, that they might not fall no more than the noise of the carriages into these weaknesses? for I have always in the streets." The same disposition of heard it said, that we ought to die peacea, mind was visible in other respects, and bly, and blessing the gods. Be at ease, I continued with him to his last moments. beg of you, and show more constancy When he was told that the Athenians had and resolution." Thus died Socrates, condemned him to die, he replied, without the wisest and the best man the heathen the least emotion, "And nature, them! world could ever boast of Apollodorus, one of his friends and disciples, having expressed his grief for his being about to die innocent, "What," replied he with a smile, "would you have me die guilty?"

HINT TO PRIDE. The diadem of princes was copied from the fillet which topers, in the early ages, used to wear round their temples to check the fumes This sentence did not shake the con- of wine. It was meant as an intimation stancy of Socrates in the least. "I am to royalty not to suffer itself to be stupegoing," says he, addressing himself to his fied by the noxious incense of adulation.

T is only the female of this tribe, called Though it is often seen in the daytime, the LAMPYRIS, or glow-worm tribe, it cannot be properly distinguished till which, strictly speaking, merits the night, when it cannot fail to attract the name worm. The male is provided attention of the traveller by the glowing with wings, and therefore has not the light which issues from its body. It is character of worm; whereas the female commonly met with under hedges, and, generally has no wings, and is therefore if taken up with care, may be kept alive confined to the earth's surface, and unable for many days upon fresh tufts of grass, to soar above to the aërial regions. The all which time it will continue to shine in reason of the name of this insect is ob- the dark. vious, namely, the glowing light, which, at a certain period of the year, emanates from its body. In a dark night, these diminutive creatures shine with such brightness, as to bear some resemblance In the daytime, this creature appears to stars. The light is so very consider- dead and sluggish; and if taken into a able, that the writer of these lines once, dark room, it shows nothing of its light, in a dark night, and under one of the unless it is turned on its back and disancient trees in Epping Forest, actually turbed. Soon after sunset, its light and read a letter, with very considerable ease, activity return. It never shines but when by means of the rays which emanated from it is in motion.

the body of this insignificant female insect.

The light of this diminutive insect is so strong, that if it is confined in a thin pillbox, even though lined with paper, the light will shine through.

Fletcher.

Two Sides of a Picture.

length and breadth of human agony as exhibited in the City Hospital?" A few steps brought us within one of the fever wards, where the stifled groans and suf. fering faces of the sick and dying told tales of woe their lips could not have

The

T is a very true saying, that "one half the world does not know how the other half lives." A conviction of the truth of this old adage was forced upon me a few evenings since, while walking in spoken. Can it be, thought I, that this is Broadway with a moralizing friend. The the same world, in whose health and hapmoon was full, and seemed happy in piness I a moment ago exulted? locking down upon a mighty city, where groups of sufferers were too numerous to peace and joy appeared the reigning sen- fix our attention upon any one, and my timent of the hour. Impressed with the friend proposed to seek a case of indi gay panorama passing before us, I ex-vidual sorrow elsewhere. We reached claimed, "Why is it that people croak Eleventh Street, and, in the rear of a so much about the miseries of life, and grocery, inquired for Mrs. Long. Her particularly the misery within the city? room was pointed out to us, and we enI see nought but Health, Hope, and tered an apartment whose only light was Pleasure. In the morning, manhood the moon. Four children lay sleeping walks forth as if rejoicing to exercise his upon beds of shavings, ranged upon the strength and energy. At evening, he re-floor at one side. There was no fire, turns well pleased with the labors of the but by the window sat a woman bending day. Beauty is happy in the consciousness over a little trunk, and weeping bitterly. of its own loveliness, and childhood in its She was so absorbed, she did not observe innocence." My friend gently reproved our entrance, until my friend asked her, my short-sighted observation, and said, gently, why she wept. She replied, “I "Men are like birds: we never see a sick have no time through the day to think of bird, or a dying bird, seldom an unhappy my little Henry, who died last November. one. They fly from the greetings of their There are his clothes; and although it is joyous companions, and from the haunts five months, they smell as sweet as the of men, and pine alone. So with the day I put them here. He is better off than unfortunate of the human race. Poverty when picking cinders for me, who have hides itself in obscurity. Sickness buries neither fire nor candle. His little sister its pains in the retired chamber. Grief wakes at night, and puts her arms about lowers its bowed head. Would you know my neck, saying, 'Mother, have you any the truth, that misery is no fable? A bread for to-morrow?' and I cannot anfew steps will convince you. Opposite swer. Hunger and cold are not my only that brilliantly illuminated theatre, see afflictions. Pain racks this poor body; yonder building, whose emerald lawn, and the prospect that next rent-day will and stately waving trees, indicate that find us homeless has well nigh extin those stone walls are the abode of peace guished my last ray of trust in God." and quiet. Shall we enter and learn the" But, my good woman," said we, "is

there notning you can do? no labor thinking that I had received a sufficient lesby which you may earn something?" son, relieved the poor woman's necessities, "Alas!" said she," the destruction of and we departed. But I shall ever rethe poor is their poverty. Before I became member, that in this world things have so destitute, I obtained shoes to bind with- two meanings, one for the common obout difficulty; but since my clothes are so server, and one for the deeper, higher mind shabby, no one will trust me with work, of him who walks by the light of a loveand I must beg or starve." My friend, illumined heart. PEGGY BETSEY.

T

The Buzzard.

HIS name is given in England to a clumsy legs, and large, lifeless eyes. It large species of hawk; it is not often is too heavy and indolent to hunt by flight, used in this country, except in application to a kind of vulture at the south, called turkey buzzard.

and therefore is compelled to adopt another method for obtaining its subsistence. For hours together it will continue motionless on a tree, bush, stone, or even clod of earth, till some game passes within the reach of its spring, when it will dash upon

it in a moment, and then devour it. Its the earth, in very considerable variety, ordinary fare consists of small birds, rab- and is capable of being domesticated and bits, hares, moles, field-mice, lizards, trained to falconry.