clós-est, nearest. Lat. clausum,
"to shut up."
un'-ion (yún-yun), oneness. Lat.
unus, "one."
pond-er-ing, weighing, thinking
over carefully. Lat. pondero,
"I weigh in my mind," pon-
dus (ponderis)," a weight."
fùsh-ioned, made, formed,
shaped. French, façon, “the
make, or form of a thing,"
from Lat. facio, "I make."
paus'-ing, (pōz-), stopping.
frèn-zy, violent agitation of the

mind, not far from madness; wild excitement. French, frénésie, from Greek, phren, "the brain, mind." på-thos, tender feeling. Greek, pathos, "feeling."

al-lied, bound to, united.

French, allier, "to join, mix with," from Lat. alligare, from ad, "to," and ligo, "I bind." Màn-i-to, spirit,

en-tréat, beseech, ask earnestly.

A WILD MAN OF THE WOODS.

ABOUT an hour above the rock of Saba, in Demerara, stands the habitation of an Indian, called Simon, on the top of a hill. The side next the river is almost perpendicular, and you may easily throw a stone over to the opposite bank. Here there was an opportunity of seeing man in his rudest state. The Indians who frequented this habitation, though living in the midst of woods, bore evident marks of attention to their persons. Their hair was neatly collected, and tied up in a knot; their bodies fancifully painted red, and the paint was scented with hayawa. This gave them a gay and animated appearance. Some of them had on necklaces, composed of the teeth of wild boars slain in the chase; many

wore rings, and others had an ornament on the left arm, midway betwixt the shoulder and the elbow. At the close of day, they regularly bathed in the river below; and the next morning seemed busy in renewing the faded colours of their faces.

One day there came into the hut a form which literally

might be called the wild man of the woods. On entering, he laid down a ball of wax, which he had collected in the forest. His hammock was all ragged and torn; and his bow, though of good wood, was without any ornament

or polish. His face was meagre, his looks forbidding, and his whole appearance neglected. His long black hair hung from his head in matted confusion; nor had his body, to all appearance, ever been painted. They gave him some cassava bread and boiled fish, which he ate voraciously, and soon after left the hut. As he went out, you could observe no traces in his countenance or demeanour, which indicated that he was in the least mindful of having been benefited by the society he was just leaving.

The Indians said he had neither wife, nor child, nor friend. They had often tried to persuade him to come and live amongst them; but all was of no avail. He went roving on, plundering the wild bees of their honey, and picking up the fallen nuts and fruits of the forest. When he fell in with game, he procured fire from two sticks, and cooked it on the spot. When a hut happened to be in his way, he stepped in, and asked for something to eat, and then months elapsed ere they saw him again. They did not know what had caused him to be thus unsettled; he had been so for years; nor did they believe that even old age itself would change the habits of this poor, harmless, solitary wanderer.

WATERTON.

THE NEW AND THE OLD SONG.

A NEW Song should be sweetly sung,
It goes but to the ear;

A new song should be sweetly sung,
For it touches no one near:

But an old song may be roughly sung,
The ear forgets its art,

As comes upon the rudest tongue
The tribute to the heart.

A new song should be sweetly sung,
For memory gilds it not;

It brings not back the strains that rung
Through childhood's sunny cot.

But an old song may be roughly sung,
It tells of days of glee,

When the boy to his mother clung,
Or danced on his father's knee.

On tented fields 'tis welcome still;
"Tis sweet in the stormy sea;
In forest wild, on rocky hill,
And away on the prairie lea.
But dearer far the old song,

When friends we love are nigh,
And well-known voices, clear and strong
Unite in the chorus cry.

Of the old song, the old song,
The song of the days of glee,
When the boy to his mother clung,
Or danced on his father's knee !
Oh the old song-the old song!
The song of the days of glee;
The new song may be better sung,
But the good old song for me!