Amidst that dreadful strife,

They fell as warriors fall!

Their life was to their country pledged

Its banner is their pall!

With love like that which glows

Within a brother's breast,

Their comrades seek their loved remains,

And bring them here to rest.

THE DIVINITY STUDENT.

ANONYMOUS.

"I DARE say you have all seen the poor forlorn crazy man, John Philips, who used to go about the country dressed sometimes in petticoats, sometimes in trousers, but always with such a strange motley mass of duds hanging about him, that it was difficult to guess whether he was a man or woman, till the evidence of his long matted beard settled the doubt." "I remember him well," eried both man and wife, 66 poor harmless object. He was always asserting that he was like St. Paul, for too much learning had made him mad." "Too true, too true indeed," said Simon, with a tear glittering in his eye. " Too much learning did make admirable John Philips mad! There was not a cleverer nor a better lad in Scotland than he, and he might have raised himself to any office in the kingdom by taking the right course, so splendid were his talents, so delightful his disposition, -but nothing would satisfy his mother unless John would be a minister. He obeyed her, and you

have seen the result. After having learned reading, and writing, and arithmetic, and read more books than half the boys of his rank read in a life-time, — his character for ability, integrity, and sound sense, was such, that when only thirteen years old, he would have been taken by a respectable and thriving mer chant as under-clerk. With this gentleman he was sure to rise, and he would, in all human probability, have raised every member of his family along with him, so kind, so dutiful, so good was he; but all that would not do for his mother, so to Latin he went. For a while the increased industry of father and mother sufficed to meet the ever-increasing expense: but by the time he got to college, the younger children began to be abridged of their teaching. First, the girls got no arithmetic, then the boys, next, the youngest girl was not taught to write, and the youngest boy could hardly read, and could neither write nor spell when he was taken from school. John would make up all that to them, and more, when he came home,' was their mother's consolation for their and her privations. The children's and the father's Sunday clothes became their every-day wear, and no new, hardy, home-made jackets and trousers supplied their place. Mirth and glee no longer resounded in their cottage, but long toil, long fasts, and scanty fare came in their stead.

"Meanwhile, John at College labored day and night, pinched himself of food and fire, and saved his

poor mother's hard-earned pittance to the very uttermost. During the vacations he saw the ruin at home, and a voice seemed constantly sounding in his heart, 'This is all for me!' Instead of spending his time in his studies, he labored with his hands, and did his uttermost at every vacant hour to bring up the education of the brothers and sisters who had been sacrificed for him. His eldest sister went out to service and also to harvest-work, and when he was ready to depart for college in November, she gave him a little packet, which he was not to open till he got to his lodgings, and, when he got there, he found with a bursting heart that it contained all her wages!

"His sad, pale countenance, perpetual diligence, and great talents and merits as a scholar, had not passed unnoticed by the professors; and when he went for his Greek ticket, the worthy man, with many complimentary and kind expressions, presented it to him gratis. Another-the professor of Logic, did the same. Still this generosity, and his utmost efforts and most rigid economy, could not save him from wants; the second winter was worse and severer than either; each succeeding season becoming more and more grievous, as his means and his strength and his spirit faded away.

"So passed some dismal years of his novitiate, ere the time came when he could obtain a license to preach. And during that sad and dreary period, whether at home or at college, his labors and anxie

ties increased. In his lodgings, by the light of a wretched lamp, he sat, hour after hour, toiling his overwrought brains, grudging himself sleep and food, and even the foul and putrid oil by the smoky flame of which he was striving to write; for, his thoughts constantly flew home, where, in imagination, he saw the ceaseless labors of his dear and indulgent parents, and the wan faces and scanty meals and extinguished light of their once joyful fireside. When at home, he wrote sermons, he wrote for magazines for reviews -he attempted to teach here and there. His ser mons were dead stock, his papers were ill-received and worse paid, at the best, and were oftener rejected than admitted. As for his plans of teaching, to whatever hand he turned, he still found his poverty the cause of his continuing poor; for in spite of all he could do, his small winnings never sufficed to furnish his wardrobe so as to enable him to dress permanently in a manner becoming his situation and views, because it always appeared to him that nothing he could win was his own, until he had replaced his parents and sisters and brothers in that state of comfort from which their liberality to him had thrust them. His teaching, therefore, was confined to those of the humblest rank, and even in this lowly task, his best feelings interposed to obstruct him. In his own parish, every scholar he could obtain must have been taken from the worthy, generous teacher, who had been his own early and liberal patron; and, by