The Adventures Of Don Pasquale.

When the news of this little " denouement" reached Novara , great was the joy , much the laughter!—and Paesiello has recorded the event in his Diary , with a striking passage , Avhich I will transcribe , as best closing , moreover , this very prosaic chapter . " So Puchner-Priessler marries Madame Von Langentheder ! Well , there is no accounting for tastes , or the' outcome' of things in this world ! And , after all , AA'hat does it matter to you or me 1 Life is so made up of pettiness ancl folly , of foolish vows ,

broken promises , ancl ill-starred engagements , that when two old geese fancy themselves in love , it is perhaps as good a commentary as can Avell be on the hopes ancl ideas of the young ancl inexperienced . All our goslings are cackling on the green common of life , but an old goose and an old gander !—well , good luck go Avith them ! I , for one , find as I groAV older that life ' s illusions vanish one by one , and that there is very littleAA'hen all is said and cloneAvhich Ave need weep overneed regretand

, , , , least of all treat as of vital importance to any of us ! " I don't , for one , agree -with , our hero , but I like to let him speak for himself , feeling assured that the good sense of my readers will enable them to discover all that is fallacious , and all that is untrue in this little bit of morbid philosophy .

The Work Of Nature In The Months.

THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .

BY BRO . REV . AV . TEBBS . XII . JUNE . QUEEN of the fairies , laughing-trowed Eose Queen ! Sunny enchantress , dimpled , warm and fair !

SAveet witch , on Avhom young maidens shyly lean , Wreathing star pansies iu thy golden hair—Pansies for thoughts lips dare not speak aloud , But mystically whisper in a floAver ; While stands the shadowy Future , pale and bowed , DraAving the emblem lota that shall them dower : Nightshade to one , to one a red , red bloom , Fresh gathered with the dew in its warm heart ,

Wild woodbine , briar , grey moss from a tomb , Balm-flowers , sweet-balsam , stinging-nettle smart-Prophetic oracles that glad and grieve , Given in Elfin Court Midsummer eve . "

ALL is joy and beauty , for as the bare blank patch of soil is now covered Avith herbage , and that herbage again Avell-nigh hidden with the upspringing treasure of flowers , so the early sunimer-time seems , as it gilds the very darkness of the Winter that is past , to reinvigorate the mind and to flood the heart Avith a golden glow that lights up and Avarms even the dreary clays of SOITOAV in the past . Oh ! ' Day of Sunshine '" 0 Gift of God ! 0 perfect day :

Whereon shall no man Avork , but play ; Whereon it is enough for me , Not to be doing , but to be ! Through every fibre of my brain , Through every nerve , through every vein , I feel the electric thrill , the touch Of life , that seems almost too much ,