Every Year.

Thank God ! no clouds are shifting Every year , O'er the land to Avhich Ave ' re drifting Every year ; No losses there Avill grieve us , Nor loving faces leave us , Nor death of friends bereave us , Every year .

The Work Of Nature In The Months.

THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .

BY IRO . REV . W . TEBBS . I . —JULY . To Mason ? , whose delight equally with their duty it is to explore " the hidden mysteries of nature and of science , " the

pages of the Eternal Architect's great world-book are never open in vain . Of its study we cannot tire , for its daily lessons are ever over-flowing with freshly varied beauties . In its domain there is a place for every student , superficial or profound ; food , light or solid , for every mental appetite ; charms to suit every varying mood ,

" From grave to gay , From pensive to serene . " Ever since the Great Architect laid out in symbol the plan of man ' s life , with its varied hours of work and rest , labour and refreshment , mental as well as bodily , in

the very acts of creation , have His appointed teachers gone to the great storehouse there provided for texts whereon to found their lessons , for threads and pearls alike wherewith to string the ohaplets of His jewelled lore . From the

first recorded object-sermon—Jotham ' s Parable of the Trees that went forth to anoint a king , —to those of Our One and Only Perfect Master , every imaginable subject that can affect the creature has been symbolized and shadowed forth in

that the Creator ' s eloquent , though seemwgly silent , kingdom . True , its objects 'oay be to outward seeming dumb , but if one but possesses , as every Brother should m his heart possess , the key , there will be

evidently revealed what our own great poet saw and understood" Tongues in trees , bookB in the running hrookB , Sermons in stones , and good in everything . " Nature ' s lessons , then , as deep as perfect ,

are good for profit , but are they too for pleasure ? What says our poet yet t" This life more sweet Than that of painted pomp . ******** I would not change it . "

Yet once again , its security and happiness insure alike for mind as body"Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam , The season ' s differencea 3 the icy fang

, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind , Which , when it bites and blows upon my body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile and say 1 This is no flattery ; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . ' Sweet— ****** this our life exempt from public haunt . "

We must not , however , dAvell too long on these moial lessons taught us by nature of that nature ' s God , for OUT purpose now is rather to cull some of the myriad SAveets from her bounteous lap—Ave say " cull " advisedly , for touch we ever so lightly , we

cannot in the space and time now at our command , mention one thousandth part of her varied gifts ; nor can we look at any of them from even a slightly scientific point of view ; the forms and structures of plants , the natures and habits of the

insect world , the species and instincts of the animal kingdom , we must pass over , or , at best , touch on but lightly , for eur present purpose is rather to briefly indicate what is most commonly to be observed in a summer-day ' s ramblethan to teach with

, the minuteness that requires the space of the many-paged volume to describe , and the long hours of patient study to acquire . Our way , then , lies just now through the leafy woods , of whose blossoms we can say but littlefor but few are in their

, greatest state of beauty now ; one tree , however , demands our attention if only for the exquisite perfume exhaled by its sweetlyscented flowers , we mean the Lime or Linden , whose yellow bloom-clusters are always alive with the music of the multi-