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First. The stars shine the brightest when the air is most condensed, and therefore coldest. Now, there is much more oxygen in the air at this time than at any other; and as oxygen is that part of the air which feeds combustion or flame, the fire burns clearer then than at any other time.

Second. Condensed or cold air being heavier than warm air, falls more rapidly into the place of the hot ascending air, and, therefore, by causing a greater draft or current upon the fire, the latter is supplied more rapidly, as well as in increased quantity, with that which feeds the flame. Yours sincerely,

WILLIAM FINCH.

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larger when he rises and sets. We are glad he has noticed this, and commend him for it. Eliza's answer is true, but does not give the whole truth on this subject. We saw this at the time, but wished to give a little latitude to our young friends and prompt them to think. The atmosphere, or air, is thicker towards the earth's surface than it is higher up; and when any distant object is seen through a body of this thick air, the rays of light are bent, and the object is magnified, and assumes a larger appearance than when it is seen high in the heavens.

QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED.

16th. Why is the weather so much colder in winter than in summer?

17th. Is there more oxygen in the atmosphere when the air is dense than when it is rarefied?

18th. Why are brightly-polished shoes in hot weather so much cooler for the feet than those which have not been cleaued?

BIOGRAPHY.

FLOWERS OF PROMISE EARLY GATHERED;

>R, BRIEF MEMORIALS OF THREE SUNDAY SCHOLARS BELONGING TO SALEM SUNDAY-SCHOOL, MANCHESTER.

RELIGION is lovely in all, but | youthful traveller. Thrice blessed oveliest in the young. It is weet amidst life's chequered path, ut it is sweetest in the valley nd shadow of death. It is a rown of glory to the aged pilrim, nor is it less to Zion's

are they who choose religion for their portion-blessed in life, in death, and in eternity. Of this blessedness it has been the happy privilege of the subjects of these brief memorials to enjoy.

CHARLES HARROP, aged eighteen years, had been early led to the Sunday-school, and had there received that instruction which makes wise to salvation. He joined the Salem Sunday-school on its opening, and was regularly in his place up to the period of his sickness. He had learned to read, and highly prized his Bible. Being of poor parents, he was obliged to go to work at a very early age. He had also the misfortune to be lame; notwithstanding, he was never known to be absent from his employment a single day for the space of seven years. At his employment he was distinguished for his industry, attention, and peaceable disposition.

On the visit of the Queen to Manchester, he accompanied the scholars to the Park, where that magnificent spectacle of eighty thousand scholars was presented. On this occasion Charles caught cold. It was the commencement of that illness from which he never recovered. He was no longer able either to follow his employment or attend the Sabbath-school. During his sickness he was visited by Mr. Holt and others, and was invariably found either reading the Bible or having it read to him by his father. Charles had tasted the sweets of true religion, and it now became his comfort and consolation. He grew daily worse, and it became painfully manifest that his course was nearly run. His death he anticipated. It was no terror to him. He had a hope blooming with immortality. Near the close of his life, he said to Mr. Holt, superintendent of the school, "Tell the scholars to be sure to attend the school, and to mind what their teachers say, and that

they must be sure to meet me in heaven." Charles appeared quite happy, and often expressed his readiness to depart. As he lived, so he died, happy in the Lord. "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord."

THOMAS CARR was born October 27, 1840. His parents, though in humble circumstances, had given him a tolerable education, and, above all, had early given him religious instruction, and led him to the house of God. When eight years old he joined a class. When the weather prevented his accompanying his mother to the house of God, he would sometimes say to his brother, "Henry, let you and me have a prayer-meeting at home." On the opening of our school, he became a scholar amongst us, and both he and his parents were regular attendants at the house of God.

At school his conduct was irreproachable, and at home he manifested the utmost filial regard for his parent. He was a bud of promise; but, alas! the fairest flower is doomed to fall under "Nature's stern decree." Having been informed of his illness, he was visited by his teachers and superintendents. He was calm and peaceful. He had not to seek religion in his affliction. He had long found that precious jewel. On one occasion, when his mother wished to ease his pillow, he remarked, "Mother, it is easier than that which Jacob had; he had a stone for his pillow."

Thomas was very patient and submissive; and though bound for the land of Canaan, he could wait the Lord's own time. On one occasion he said, "Doctor, if it were God's will, I would rather die,

and go to Jesus, than take your medicine." On his minister, the Rev. J. C. Donald, visiting him, he said, he longed to be with his brothers and sisters in heaven. "Mother," said he, "I am going there only a little before you and my father." "Let us sing," said he," the 487th Hymn, beginning with

Happy the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone," &c. He gradually became worse, till at last he expired in the arms of Jesus. His last words were, "Lord, help me!" This was on the 25th of March, 1852. "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."

GEORGE CHADWICK, aged sea scholar in the venteen, was select class. During his attendance he manifested good behaviour and the greatest attention to his teacher. He was intelligent and regular as well as pious. He had been placed in Manchester on account of learning a business, where, however, sickness overtook him about Whitsuntide

of 1852. He was removed to Macclesfield to his parents. He never was able again to return to Manchester; his health gradually declined, till the faintest hope of his recovery was banished. During his illness he often spoke of the good instructions he had received at school; he felt now their consolation. His period on earth was drawing to a close; he was conscious thereof, and longed to be with Christ. After a few waves and struggles, he departed to be for ever with the Lord. His father, writing to his teacher, Mr. Bigley, expressed his utmost confidence in the happy end of his dear child, and attributes, under God, the good instruction he received at the school as the means of his conversion to God.

They are gone; their trial is over, their race is run, their prize is gained; they are for ever happy with the Lord!

JOSEPH STANLEY. Salem Sunday-school, Manchester, Feb. 21, 1853.

POETRY.

THE VOICE OF THE CROCUS.

A BEAUTIFUL crocus, in bright green and gold,

I saw in the garden to-day,

Though the weather was stormy, the wind bleak and cold, And the snow scarcely melted away.

I stooped to observe it, scaree thinking it true
A floweret so daring should be,

As to put forth its petals of delicate hue,

While storms rudely shook shrub and tree.

"I cannot be idle," the crocus exclaimed,

And her voice was so firm, sweet, and clear; "To lie longer slumbering I'd feel quite ashamed, Some months are now gone in the year.

"I strike my roots downwards, I shoot my leaves up,
The sun pours his warm helping rays,
Till gently I open my deep yellow cup
On which you so earnestly gaze.

"Some style me presumptuous, I care not for them, The tempest is all that I dread;

Yet strength's in my weakness, so lowly my stem, 'Twill deign not my presence to heed.

"But should the sweet lily, majestic and fair,
Now venture to rear her proud form,

The frost-pointed arrows which dart through the air
Would dash down her beauty with scorn.

"So you may with safety your talents employ,

No matter how lowly your lot;

The humbler, the better secured from alloy,
From those who more learning have got.

"Put your energies forth, and heaven's helping band
Will speedily be stretched to your aid;}

The talent laid buried, pray, what was it worth,
Which used might another have made?

"Some good may result from your efforts, though small, To others at least, to yourself

Be a pleasure insured unequalled by all
The treasures of earth's glittering pelf!

"I am but a flower of diminutive form,
Yet sent on a mission divine;

And if but to make this appeal I was born,
How blest an existence is mine!"

"Thanks, thanks, pretty crocus!" I said, and withdrew; To prove that your lesson's not vain,

The talent deemed useless shall be brought out now,
To publish to others the same.

And all who may hear it a something can do
To spread gospel grace among men ;
Then let none who hear it to idleness bow,
Or weak efforts of others condemn.

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