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whole is most delicate and graceful, and is worthy to stand by the side of a coronet of gold and diamonds. The rice-paper, in that case, is fashioned into a bunch of ilowers; and in another, the lace-bark from Jamaica and Cuba exhibits some beautiful forms. In one place are table-mats and baskets made of grass, from the northern clime of Labrador ; and in another, similar articles from the hot countries of the East. Cane baskets, bark canoes, mulberry-tree cloth, India-rubber shoes, and strong linen for tent-coverings from a species of palm tree, claim at least a notice as we pass along the room.

Let us stop for a few minutes and inspect these natural sacks from Bombay, made by simply peeling off in a piece the bark of a tree, and then turning it inside out; one of these sacks is long enough to hold a little boy, and a second is more suited to a soldier six feet high. Here is a towel-gourd, used as wadding for guns, and also as a cloth or towel; and there a club-gourd, large enough to knock a man to the ground. In one place are several lumps of monkey-bread; and in another, the coarse bread commonly eaten by the natives of Van Diemen's Land. From China there are the berries of the tallow-plant, which yield a substance largely used by the natives for candles, as well as the candle-wick tree from the same country, the pith serving for the wick. Then, equally strange to us, there are the shells of the cannon-ball tree, perhaps so called from their shape, or because in the silence of the night they are often heard to explode with a noise like that of a gun.

We should find no great difficulty here in bringing together, from many lands, the mate. rials for a good breakfast, though some of it might be rather new to the taste. There is the bread-fruit from the South Sea Islands; and shea butter, made from the kernels of a tree that grows on the river Niger in Africa. A bottle of milk drawn from the cow-tree, and a loaf of dried cream from the milk-tree of Mexico. Coffee from Arabia, and beet-root sugar in cakes of the purest white; or, if we prefer it, moist sugar from the maple tree, like cakes of brown soap. And, if we wish to make the fire burn more quickly, there is in a case in the corner a pair of vegetable bellows, made of the leaves of a tree from a remoto part of India, and with which the patives can give blasts strong enough to melt bars of iron. Cups and saucers, plates and pots, together with a nice white table-cloth, may be obtained from the different vegetable productions around us. As we are not likely, however, to sit down to such a breakfast, except in fancy, we will proceed in our inspection of the rooms.

But we cannot notice a quarter of the curious and useful productions to be seen in this Museum. Drugs and spices of all kinds ; starch and gums; beans and peas, in pod and out of pod ; corn-plants, grasses, and seaweeds from lands east, west, north, and south ; reeds, shaped into pipes and walking-sticks; bamboos, from which drinking-cups, musical instruments, bows, and arrows are strangely formed; singular - looking tree-ferns from China ; cotton in seed, leaf, and flower, with the yarn and cloth made from its fibres ; flax in the dark thread, and by its side the fine white cambric into which it is made ; hemp in the skein, and near it the canvass and cord. age into which it is fashioned; may here all be seen and admired.

We must not omit to notice the contents of a pound of potatoes, reduced into their different parts-as water, starch, woody-fibre, and tissue. It has been said, that clever as it was to se. parate these parts, it would be a much more clever operation to put them together again. Who could do this? The great variety of potatoes, of early dwarfs, kidneys, champions, and fifty other kinds placed around, will not fail to attract the eye of the visitor.

Here, too, are small slabs of wood-cedar, mahogany, poplar, birch, sycamore, ebony, teak, pine, and walnut, and others whose names are familiar to us; with those which are not so well known, as the mamme-tree, yaru-yaru, and paddle-tree, finely polished, so as to show the texture and grain to advantage.

As we look at these singular and interesting objects, all so orderly arranged, and to be viewed under such favourable circumstances, we ought not to forget that they are all the gifts of our heavenly Father, who has thus kindly provided for liis creatures in cvery part of the earth. He has given to one land a large variety of produetions, which supply food, raiment, and a thousand comforts ; and to another country, a different order of vegetable gifts, but which are equally suited to those on whom they are bestowed." Then, too, he has imparted to man the wisdom and power which enable him to turn them all to his servive

How concerned, then, we should be to render to our God “according to the benefits done unto us."

O hand of bounty, largely spread,
By whom our every want is sed ;
Whate'er we touch, or taste, or see,

We owe them all, O Lord, to thee. The winter evening is now closing upon us, and we must turn our feet homewards ; but let us not forget, by the way, the pleasure and instruction we have received from our monthly vizits to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

THE ORPHANS. ONE day a small canoe was drifted by the wind close to a mission station. It was nearly filled with water. A little child was seen attempting to paddle with a stick. Three other little heads appeared. The canoe drove ashore, and Mr. Settee, the resident catechist, took the children in, and found they were orphans. Their mother had lately died, and they had left their father some time before. He had gone ashore with them, and as soon as they had struck a light he lay down and went to sleep, and slept so iong that these little ones were afraid to stay alone ; so they got into their father's canoe and came away. They said that they tried long to awaken their father, but he would neither speak nor stir. He had died; and the Father of the fatherless committed his orphan children to the care and love of the missionaries. They still remain at a station in Prince Rupert's Land.


THE HAPPY MOTHER. The mother is happy, when her sweet babe is born, and when the helpless little thing lies in her bosom, or sleeps quietly in its cradle.

She is happy, when it begins to take notico and return her smile.

She is happy, when it totters over the floor and utters its first word.

She is happy, when the boy trips along by her side, and when the girl sews or reads at her knee.

Happier still is that mother, when she listens to the prayers of her beloved one.

Oh, how happy, when the youth becomes a child of grace!

But happiest of all will she be, when she meets all her children at the right hand of Christ.

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