of a tree suspended by his feet. I have paid uncommon attention to him in his native haunts. The monkey and squirrel will seize a branch with their fore-feet, and pull themselves up, and rest or run upon it; but the sloth, after seizing it, still remains suspended, and suspended moves along under the branch, till he can lay hold of another. Whenever I have seen him in his native woods, whether at rest, or asleep, or on his travels, I have always observed that he was suspended from the branch of a tree. When his form and anatomy are attentively considered, it will appear evident that the sloth cannot be at ease in any situation, where his body is higher, or above his feet. We will now take our leave of him.

apo, "away," and logos, "speech," from lego, "I speak." There is just enough of it to enable him to derry that he wants a tail. catalogue, roll, list set down in

order. Lat. catalogus, Grk. katalogos, from kata, "down, fully," and lego, "I say or tell."

pendent, hanging. Lat. pendeo, "I hang."

THE RAINBOW.

TRIUMPHAL arch that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part!
I ask not proud philosophy

To teach me what thou art:

Still seem, as to my childhood's sight,
A midway station given

For happy spirits to alight

Betwixt the earth and heaven

Can all that optics teach unfold
Thy form to please me so,
As when I dreamt of gems and gold
Hid in thy radiant bow?

When science from Creation's face
Enchantment's veil withdraws,

What lovely visions yield their place
To cold material laws!

And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams,
But words of the Most High,

Have told why first thy robe of beams
Was woven in the sky.

When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's cov'nant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign!

And when its yellow lustre smiled
O'er mountains yet untrod,
Each mother held aloft her child
To bless the bow of God.

Methinks thy jubilee to keep,
The first-made anthem rang
On earth, delivered from the deep,
And the first poet sang.

Nor ever shall the Muse's eye
Unraptured greet thy beam:
Theme of primeval prophecy,
Be still the poet's theme!

The earth to thee her incense yields,
The lark thy welcome sings,

When glittering in the freshened fields
The snowy mushroom springs.

How glorious is thy girdle cast
O'er mountain, tower, and town,
Or mirrored in the ocean vast,
A thousand fathoms down!

As fresh in yon horizon dark,
As young thy beauties seem,
As when the eagle from the ark
First sported in thy beam.

For, faithful to its sacred page,
Heaven still rebuilds thy span,
Nor lets the type grow pale with age
That first spoke peace to man.

CAMPBELL.

A FIRST VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.

I HAD never been farther afield than Fulham or Battersea Rise. One Sunday evening, indeed, I had got as far as Wandsworth Common; but it was March, and, to my extreme disappointment, the heath was not

in flower.

But, usually, my Sundays had been spent entirely in study;

which to me was rest, so worn out were both

my body and my mind with the incessant drudgery

of

my trade (I was a tailor), and the slender fare to

which I restricted myself. Since I had lodged with Mackaye, certainly, my food had been better.

I had

not required to stint my appetite for money wherewith to buy candles, ink, and pens. My wages, too, had increased with my years, and altogether I found myself gaining in strength, though I had no notion how much I possessed till I set forth on this walk to Cambridge.

It was a glorious morning at the end of May; and when I escaped from the pall of smoke which hung over the city, I found the sky a sheet of cloudless blue. How I watched for the ending of the rows of houses, which lined the road for miles-the great roots of London, running far out into the country, up which poured past me an endless stream of food and merchandise and human beings-the sap of the huge metropolitan lifetree! How each turn of the road opened a fresh line of terraces or villas, till hope deferred made the heart sick, and the country seemed-like the place where the rainbow touches the ground, or the El Dorado of Raleigh's Guiana settlers-always a little farther off! How between gaps in the houses, right and left, I caught tantalizing glimpses of green fields, shut from me by dull lines of high spiked palings! How I peeped through gates and over fences at trim lawns and gardens, and longed to stay, and admire, and speculate on the names of the strange plants and gaudy flowers; and then hurried on, always expecting to find something still finer ahead-something really worth stopping to look at till the houses thickened again into a street, and I found myself, to my disappointment, in the midst of a town! And then more villas and palings; and