the case, to a very great and happy extent, with the subject of this sketch. She is, at this very time, one of the most efficient, devoted, and successful Sabbath school teachers, which the cause can boast any where. Her whole heart seems to be in the work. Full of zeal, tempered by modesty and a well cultivated mind, she moves along day by day, laboring for her Saviour's honor and glory, and the good of her fellow beings. Her piety is of the most trusty and praiseworthy kind. It does not consist of occasional out-bursts of intemperate zeal for God's glory and the good of souls: and then a cold relapse into an icy indifference to all religion and the paths of usefulness. Her mind being under the directions of christian truth, and her heart under the control of this direction, she may be likened to the busy Bee, always storing up the honey of a useful and fruitful life. The results of her influence in the Sabbath School have already been very considerable. She has been instrumental in drawing from the dens of degraded society, several forsaken and forlorn youth, who have been clad in decent apparel by her own zeal and benevolence, and now bid fair to make useful and worthy citizens. Other objects of her care respect her with the fondest feelings, and look upon her as the instrument of their present religious attainments and hopes. Permit us, in conclusion, to contrast the life and conduct of this worthy subject of our present notice, with the conduct of many of her own sex; and especially those who devote their time and their talents and their means, to the decoration of their persons, and the gratification of a false taste for pleasure and earthly enjoyments. What are these daughters of fashion and folly worth? What are they fit for? To spend money for that which is not bread, and their labor for that which satisfieth not. To involve their toiling Parents in debt, and drive their homes. to the sheriff's hammer, and their hearts to despair. What are they fit for? To trip our streets in gaudy gaiety and parade, displaying a rich dress, but-an empty head. To fill the seats of our play-houses, or crowd the ranks of the giddy dance, and thus help to swell that tide of ungodliness which is now, at every rise, carrying ruined souls to everlasting night. Oh! away with such fuss and feathers, and give me the Mary Grants of society, whose example is beneficial-whose influence helps to heal human miseries and woes, and save immortal souls from eternal despair! He that marks from day to day In generous acts his radiant way, WONDERS OF NATURE. BY REV. H. HARBAUGH. Who can count the endless variety of insects which live and are happy in the sunlight around us? Saint Pierre says, he observed one day some beautiful small winged insects sit upon a strawberry plant on the window of his study. He described them on paper. The next day a different sort appeared, which he also described. So they went on, changing every day, till in three weeks thirty-seven species, totally distinct from each other, had visited his plant; and still the variety was not exhausted. They continued to come till, for want of time and expressions, he was compelled to relinquish the idea of describing them. How manifold are the works of God; in wisdom has he made them all. Leewenhark, a celebrated natural philosopher, has counted thousands of animals, with fins, in a single drop of water. Robt. Hook counted, in a drop of water as small as a grain of millet, as high as forty-five thousand! This may be smiled at by the ignorant, but to one acquainted with the microscope, it is as true as demonstration. We are told that there are companies of animals feeding on the leaves of plants, like the cattle in our meadows and on the mountains. They repose under the shade of a down, imperceptible to the naked eye, and from goblets formed like so many suns, they quaff nectar of the color of gold and silver. Saint Pierre discovered, by a microscope, in the flower of thyme, superb flagons with long necks, of a substance resembling amethyst, from the gullets of which seemed to flow ingots of liquid gold. No wonder that insects are fond of lingering about plants and flowers; they are the source of all their luxuries. There is not the least doubt, that the various races of insects, have each their adaptation to particular plants, just as animals have to climates. For them to be separated from these plants, is to be out of climate, out of food, and out of a congenial element. Little do we think that cutting down a plant is, to myriads of creatures, the destruction of a world! As insects are affianced to particular plants, so some animals are to each other. They seem to belong to each other as much as the ivy and the wall. Though the shark is so voracious, that he will not only, when hungry, devour his own species, but will swallow anything that drops from a ship into the sea; cordage, cloth, pitch, wood, iron-nay, even knives; yet he will not injure the pilot fish that swims just before and around his snout! Why? The shark, no doubt, as a check on his voraciousness, is nearly blind, but the pilot fish guides him to his prey! He will spare his benefactors. Is not this an interesting fact in natural history? No doubt the pilot fish is also, in some way not known to us, dependant upon the shark. How wonderful is that divine arrangement, which binds together in inter-dependance, two animals that differ so widely from each other, in every respect. Natural history abounds in interesting wonders, of which the above furnish a few specimens. How pleasant and instructive it is, in the winter season, when the dreariness of the outward world bids us to go forth to study the works of God in the field, garden and grove, to pursue the same delightful study in books by our firesides. If every young person knew the pleasure that lives in the path of every kind of science, he would soon lose all taste for ball room emptiness, and for all those various kinds of worthless diversions, which please only. while they last, and often leave a sting behind. We have often wondered what interest there can be in those various games, at which some persons sit for hours, and even for nights. Not one new thought does the mind receive; not one bitter feeling moves the heart. So in reading tales. What have we when the book is read? The repetition of stale incidents. Not so when we lay down a book of history or natural science. We know more; our minds are filled with useful and pleasant thoughts, and our hearts are inclined sweetly into the way of that new wisdom which we have attained. IF RULES FOR THE YOUNG. If you wish to cultivate your mind, and succeed in the pursuit of knowledge, observe carefully the following rules: I. II. Take care of leisure moments as you would of gold. Do not spend more time than is necessary in sleep. III. Withdraw from idle and silly companions. Have always some good reading on hand. IV. V. VI. Read not novels, but History, Biography and works of science. Always think, always observe, always seek to learn. VII. Think of the pleasure of knowing, and of the disgrace of ignorance. VIII. Take as your motto: What has been done can be done. "If at first you dont succeed, try, try, try again!" H. IX. FOREBODINGS OF DEATH. BY PHILIP HOBAUGH, DEC'D. THE following stanzas, which we venture to call beautiful, were written by quite a young man, who, while he lived, was a regular and attentive reader of the Guardian. He was very diligent in the cultivation of his mind, and had a great desire to prepare himself for the holy ministry. His verses were, however, prophetic-he passed away with the flowers. His death was one of those which reminds us of the beautiful saying of the Poet: O sir, The good die first, while those, whose hearts are dry I CANNOT tell the reason why, I sometimes wish that I may die In Autumn time, when nature gay, And oft I think, when Spring comes round, Yet even then, while all seems glad, In winter days, when earth is cold, 1 sometimes feel the wish to die. These thoughts are vain-Oh Lord forgive! And grant that I may wish to live Live to do good-till thou from high Shalt teach me when, and how, to die. BOOK TABLE. SOME friend has sent us a copy of the "Catalogue of Heidelberg College," at Tiffin, Ohio, for the year 1852. It is gotten up in splendid style. From it we learn that five of the Departments of this new but thriving College, are already furnished with Professors. Several remain still to be filled. There have been connected with this Institution as students, during the year, 174. We see that the course of instruction is full, and Board and Tuition fees unusually low, thus placing all its advantages within reach of all. We call the attention af our readers in Ohio to this Institution. WE place the Swallow next the Dove, because like it, it is an innocent, harmless, friendly and domestic bird. Besides, it stands out prominently in the recollections of us all. Who thinks of birds without including the Swallow? Its form, its movement, and its music, are all deeply engraved amid the impressions of our childhood. Who can think of his father's chimneys, his father's barn, and his father's meadow, without remembering the Swallow? Let us see. Do you not remember the Swallows? How early they were out in the morning; how they were almost ever on the wing; how they swooped over the meadow, zigzaged over the clover field, skimmed the limpid lake, whisked around the chimney or the tower, in the warm twilight of a summer evening. How gracefully they swung up to their nests under the roofand what a chattering there was from open mouths that reached out over the nest. How they swept away again in a minute, sloping downward as if they would fall to the earth, and then bounded away. How they sat in lines, and twittered, upon the top of the house or barn; and how that twittering increased when one that had been soaring about came and perched among them, looking politely first on one side and then on the other -and after a few moment's conversation, off and away! How swiftly aud unhurt they darted through the air-holes in the gable of the barn-in, and out, and away! Such was the Swallow. Surely you cannot have forgotten it. If you were to go back now to the old homestead, and take your position for an hour in front of the old barn, you would |