name; an institution which essentially served the interests of the Romish church.

In the evening we took a walk through the city, and called at the office of the Bible Society, but were so unfortunate as not to find Mr. Tiddy at home.

The shortness of our stay prevented our obtaining an introduction to the minister or members of the congregational church at Brussels, and the length to which this letter has extended, will constrain me to be silent respecting the very fine Town Hall, with its magnificent spire, and some other of the lions of this interesting city.

But it is impossible to spend even two nights here without reverting in imagination to that ever memorable event which has given to Brussels a place in the annals of the world. Here, in this city, on the night before that fierce battle when the fate of empires appeared to tremble in the balance, were gathered together the beauty and the chivalry of many nations. There were the young, the light-hearted, the gay, the dissolute; stern warriors appeared, at least, to mingle in the festive scene, reckless of the events of the coming day; but long ere those sounds of revelry had died away, there were many who had withdrawn from the glittering throng, and prepared for the terrible realities of the next dawn:

"And there was mounting in hot haste-the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,

Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,

And swiftly forming in the ranks of war.

"Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,

Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,

The midnight brought the signal sound of strife,
The morn, the marshalling in arms-the day
Battle's magnificently-stern array!

The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when rent,
The earth is covered thick with other clay,

Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,

Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one red burial blent!''

When shall that mighty wrong, that unparalleled absurdity, that undignified appeal to brute force, that coolly-calculated and

PLEASANT RECOLLECTIONS.

THE last remembrances of my residence with my beloved sister, (see page 111,) were calculated, I trust in some measure, to interest and instruct young persons, of a similar age with myself. But I cannot resist the desire of devoting a portion of the present paper, to the younger readers of this magazine. For I was often both pleased and profited, as I sat silently listening to the instruction my nephews received from their parents. And should I be able to help one little friend to be as happy and agreeable as they were, I shall not think my time or labor

thrown away.

These little boys were most favored children. In this you will readily concur when I tell you, that every proper thing that could promote their enjoyment was carefully provided; and that they were as carefully screened from all needless vexations. But, perhaps, you may not so well appreciate their privilege, when I add, they were never suffered to give way, unchecked, to self-will, or evil tempers; nor to fail in the constant practice of complete and ready obedience. Yet, believe me, my dear children, it was to this latter cause, still more than the former, that they owed much of the sunshine of their joyous childhood. The authority of their parental guides being established, the little ones knew them to be firm as well as kind; and felt convinced that no burst of passion, or fretful teazing, would procure their own wishes, when contrary to the will of wiser and better judges. They were spared, therefore, all that determination and struggling, which ruffle the mind, and destroy the comfort of many an ill-governed child. You will, however, I dare say, prefer an introduction into the little circle, to any general description of their plans and habits.

It was a sweet sunny morning in May, and we had just finished breakfast, when the three little boys came in from a walk. The air having sent their sister to sleep, she lay quiescent in her nurse's arms. Not so her merry brothers. They came skipping and jumping along, their cheeks glowing with healthful exercise, their eyes clear and bright, and their hands full of violets with other spring flowers. We listened to all they had to tell of the morning's adventures; heard with pleasure how the hay at farmer Freshfield's was already carried, and how

courageously the little boys had ventured near the horses, as they stood apparently engaged in serious conversation with each other, close to the fragrant rick they were forming in broadacres. We then filled a vase with water to receive the flowers, and laughed heartily as their papa, much to their satisfaction, twisted them about in a merry game of play. This ended, he left the room, while my sister observed—“Now, little folks, when you have taken away your things, it will be time to learn.” "I am only going, mamma," replied Eddy, "to look at my pigeons and rabbits, and then I will come."

"No," rejoined Catherine, stroking back the hair from his forehead, "my little Eddy rather misplaces the order of things. I think you mean, may I look at my pigeons, when I have finished learning?"

“That is what you mean, mamma,” said the child smiling, "but I did not mean so."

'Perhaps not exactly,” said the mother, "but now, you know, mamma thinks it right, of course you do." And so ended an affair, which would have cost many a weak mother and rebellious child, two or three hours' unhappiness.

The children presently re-appeared with their Bibles; for my sister always began with a short Scripture lesson, suited to her tender charge, the eldest of whom was about seven, and the youngest between four and five. Having sung a little hymn, Charles observed, "It is the 136th Psalm, mamma;” and he, and Samuel, and even little Eddy, read it very nicely. Sweet and serious were their little faces, as Samuel fixed a thoughtful eye upon his parent, and enquired,

"Why, mamma, does every verse end alike,—'for his mercy endureth for ever?" "

Because, my love, the Psalmist's heart was filled with a sense of God's abounding mercy, and he wished our hearts to be filled with it, too. Observe how he notices God's various mercies to the sons of men. First, in the beautiful works of creation; the earth, the sun, the moon, the stars. Read from the fourth verse to the end of the ninth."

The little ones did so, and their mamma resumed.

"Did not your little hearts this morning enjoy the bright green fields, and the warm sunshine; did not they seem to dance