The queen summoned a parliament to meet at Westminster, where, seconded by the army and the barons, a charge was brought against the king of incapacity for government, and of wasting his time in idle amusements; of neglecting public business, and losing the kingdom of Scotland by his misconduct. It was in vain for the king to appeal to law or reason; the power of prejudice was too strong for him to resist, and he retired to Kenilworth castle, where a deputation was sent to him, requiring him to resign the throne. The poor monarch, overcome with threats and menaces, complied with their demands; and his son, a youth of fourteen, was made king in his stead.

He did not long survive the loss of his honour and dignity. His persecutors were determined to take his life. He was hurried from prison to prison, and at last cruelly murdered in Berkeley castle. Better he had died an innocent child in his little cradle.

THE BOY AND THE RAINBOW.

One evening, as a simple swain
His flock attended on the plain,

The shining bow he chanced to spy,
Which warns us when a shower is nigh.
With brightest rays it seem'd to glow ;
Its distance eighty yards or so.

This bumpkin had, it seems, been told
The story of the cup of gold,

Which fame reports is to be found

Just where the rainbow meets the ground
He therefore felt a sudden itch

To seize the goblet and be rich;

Hoping (yet hopes are oft but vain,)
No more to toil through wind and rain,
But still indulging by the fire,
Midst ease and plenty, like a squire.
He marked the very spot of land,
On which the rainbow seem'd to stand;
And stepping forward at his leisure,
Expected to have found the treasure ;
But as he moved, the colour'd ray
Still changed its place, and slipped away,
As seeming his approach to shun.
From walking he began to run;
But all in vain, it still withdrew
As nimbly as he could pursue.
At last, through many a bog and lake,
Rough craggy road, and thorny brake,
It led the easy fool, till night
Approach'd-then vanish'd in his sight;
And left him to compute his gains,
With nought but labour for his pains.

TEA IN TARTARY.

HROUGHOUT the Great Tartarian district, lying between the empires of Muscovy and China, tea is taken with an ardour and frequency which must astonish all European lovers of a "dish of tea." In the kingdom of Koondoz nothing is done without it, tea being handed round at all times and hours, and giving a character to conversation of the most sociable and agreeable kind. The Usbecs, who, above all, are extravagantly attached to this drink, mix it with salt or fat, instead of sugar. They never think of taking milk with their tea, but when the pot has been duly drained by a party, divide the leaves, and use them as our sailors do tobacco.

CHRIST'S HOSPITAL.

HE engraving represents the New Hall of Christ's Hospital, or the Blue-coat School, as it is commonly called. Of course you have seen the "Blue-coat boys," with their long frocks, and yellow stockings, and trencher caps; and of course you would like to know something about them and their school. It was founded by Edward the Sixth, whose reign, if it were to be numbered by the good deeds he performed, would seem to have been one of the longest in our history, and yet it continued but five years; thus proving how much good may be effected in a very short time: indeed, his whole life appears to have been spent in doing good. The foundation of Christ's Hospital was his last act of charity, and, perhaps, the most prominent. It was only two days before his death that he signed the charter of incorporation for this school, when, with a sort of prophetic consciousness of its future benefit to the metropolis, he exclaimed, "Lord, I yield thee