he
might throw his sentences together. But, theoretically, the articles in
our periodical literature are anonymous; and, practically, they stand on
their intrinsic merits. And it is out of the question that a system which
offers a money premium for the worst fault in periodical writing--to wit,
prolixity--should not deteriorate the character of such writing.

Much more might be said on this subject; but, to the wise, a word is
sufficient. And it would ill become one who is endeavouring to recommend
conciseness, to disfigure that very endeavour by diffuseness.

WORDS FOR MUSIC.

BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.

I.

I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye,
Who was born in the shade
The witch-hazel-tree made,
Where the brook sang a song
All the summer-day long,
And the moments, like birdlings went by,--
Like the birdlings the moments flew by.

II.

I knew a fair maid, soul enchanting in grace,
Who replied to my vow,
Neath the hazel-tree bough:
"Like the brook to the sea,
Oh, I yearn, love, for thee."
And she hid in my bosom her face--
In my bosom her beautiful face.

III.

I have a dear wife, who is ever my guide;
Wooed and won in the shade
The witch-hazel tree made,
Where the brook sings its song
All the summer day long,
And the moments in harmony glide,
Like our lives they in harmony glide.

"THE CHRISTIAN GREATNESS."

(PASSAGES FROM A MANUSCRIPT SERMON.)

BY THE REV. ORVILLE DEWEY, D.D.

THE OFFERING OF CONTRITION.

That deepest lowliness of all--the prostration before God, the prostration
in penitence--is the highest honor that humanity can achieve. It is the
first great cardinal requisition in the Gospel; and it is not meant to
degrade, but to exalt us. Self-condemnation is the loftiest testimony that
can be given to virtue. It is a testimony paid at the expense of all our
pride. It is no ordinary offering. A man may sacrifice his life to what he
calls honor, or conceives to be patriotism, who never paid the homage of
an honest tear for his own faults. That was a beautiful idea of the poet,
who made the boon that was to restore a wandering shade to the bliss of
humanity--a boon sought through all the realm of nature and existence--to
consist, not in wealth or splendor, not in regal mercy or canonized
glory, but in