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much of the misery and wretchedness which we see in the world.

In the first place, to employ all our time and all our strength in making money for our children, while they are permitted to grow up in idleness and sin, is to neglect our own spiritual interests, and thus lose, at last, the great business and object of life, which is the salvation of the soul. Alas! what folly! How much that man is to be pitied, who thus lives and perverts life. Better far that we leave our children struggle with the want of wealth, and labor with their own hands for a livelihood, than that we should be toiling and tugging for them, and after we have finished our unwise course, then lie down in everlasting burnings as our reward. If that man was pronounced a fool, who laid up much goods, simply for his own personal and carnal enjoyment, while he was not rich towards God, of how much sorer punishment do you think he is worthy, who will do this for others, who perhaps may never thank him for it, and at the same time ruin themselves.

But in the second place, how often do we see it to be the case, that making fortunes for children when they do not know how these fortunes have come, is their ruin. Raised up in the lap of luxury and idleness they illy know how to manage a large property when it falls into their hands. Surrounded, too, with a thousand temptations to use their money improperly, how rapidly often do their fortunes flow into the hands of the dramseller, the gamester, or the pick-pocket. And in addition to all this, what a shipwreck is made of body and soul! Better, a thousand times better would it have been for many a youth, if he would have been born poor!


Earth hath its angels, though their forms are moulded,

But of such clay as fashions all below,
Though harps are wanting, and bright pinions faded,

We know them by the love light on their brow.
I have seen angels by the sick one's pillow;

Theirs was the soft tone and soundless tread;
When smitten hearts were drooping like the willow,

They stood between the living and the dead.
There have been angels in the gloomy prison,

In crowded halls, by the lone widow's hearth,
And where they passed the fallen have uprisen-

The giddy paused, the mourner's hope had birth.

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APRIL, 1853.

No. 4.


(SEE ENGRAVING.) We present our readers this month with a beautiful, delicately finished steel Engraving of that great Architectural wonder, the Crystal Palace. It has been erected on Reservoir Square in the city of New York, by a company of gentlemen, under Charter of the Legislature of the State of New York. The capital is two hundred thousand dollars, with the privilege, if needed, of raising it one hundred thousand more. The Hon. THEODORE SEDGWICK is President of the Company; and G. J. B. CARSTENSEN and C. GILDMEITER, are the Architects. The Exhibition of the "Industry of all Nations” is to commence on the 2nd day of May next.

The main features of the building are as follows: It is, with the exception of the floor, entirely constructed of iron and glass. The general idea of this edifice is a Greek Cross, surmounted by a dome at the intersection. Each diameter of the cross will be 365 feet 5 inches long. There will be three similar entrances; one on the Sixth Avenue, one on the Fortieth, and one on Forty-second street. Each entrance will be 47 feet wide, and that on the Sixth Avenue will be approached by a flight of eight steps ; over each front is a large semi-circular fan-light 41 feet wide and 21 feet high, answering to the arch of the nave. Each arm of the cross is on the ground plan 149 feet broad. This is divided into a central nave and two aisles, one on each side; the nave 41 feet wide, each aisle 54 feet wide. The central portion or nave is carried up to the height of 67 feet, and the semi-circular arch by which it is spanned is 41 feet broad. There are thus in effect two arched naves crossing each other at right angles, 41 feet broad, 67 feet high to the crown of the arch, and 365 feet long; and on each side of these naves is an aisle 54 feet broad, and 45 feet high. The exterior of the ridgeway of the nave is 71 feet. Each aisle is covered by a gallery of its own width, and 24 feet from the floor. The central dome is 100 feet in diameter, 68 feet inside from the floor to the spring of the arch, and 118 feet to the crown; and on the outside, with a lantern, 149 feet. The exterior angles of the building are ingeniously filled up with a triangular lean-to 24 feet high, which gives the ground plan an octagonal shape, each side or face being 149 feet wide. At euch angle is an octagonal tower 8 feet in diameter, and 75 feet high.

Four large and eight winding stair-cases connect the principal floor with the gallery, which opens on the three balconies that are situated over the entrance-halls, and afford ample space for flower decorations, statues, vases, etc. The four principal stair-cases consist of two flights of steps with two landing places to each; the eight winding stair-cases are placed in the octagonal towers, which lead also to the small balconies on the tops of the towers and to the roof of the building.

The building contains on the ground floor 111,000 sqnare feet of space, and in its galleries, which are 54 feet wide, 62,000 square feet more, making a total area of 173,000 square feet for the purposes of exhibition. There are thus on the ground floor two acres and a half, or exactly 2 52-100; in the galleries one acre and 44-100; total, within an inconsiderable fraction, four acres.



BLEAK winter, with its ice and snow

Its lone and weary hours-
Wakes longings in my boyish heart,

For spring time's lovely flowers;
And days when summer sunshine sleeps

Within the mossy dell,
And zephyrs wake to beauty rare,

Each rose and lily.bell.
The stream which murmurs songs of love,

Sighs for the tiny things;
Each bird which goes a warbling wild

For these poor earth.gems sings;
Each star in yonder heaven of blue,

Yearns for their rich perfume,
And, weary, I am sighing too,

And longing for their bloom.
0, dear to every one, I ween,

Are these sweet, simple gems,
More precious to the longing heart

Than costly diadems :
Their language breathes so much of love,

Of innocence and truth;
And 0, I love to see them deck

The brow of blooming youth.

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