and, being on the inside of the church, carries another frame to the outside of the walls, wherein the hours of the sun, the courses of the moon, the length of the day, and such other things, are set out with great art.

Such is the account given by Morrison, in his Itinerary, of this curious clock. We are, however, not disposed to believe all he says about it. And yet, that it is a very singular piece of mechanism there can be no doubt.

POWER OF MEMORY,

OR, A FEAT IN FIGURES.

A FEW evenings ago, we turned into the old Town Hall of Leicester, and there found a large assembly, chiefly composed of young men and boys, witnessing the performance of several exhibitions of the power of memory, by Mr. T. F. Laws, who stated that he acquired the art in a very short time. Now, he said, he could commit to memory one hundred lines of poetry in one hour! And from what we witnessed, we do not doubt his capability. For, after affording many singular specimens of his power of recollection, he performed the following feat. He marked down, as we dictated to him, the following figures-mind, as we dictated to

him; so he could not have known them before.

2893 35174

727847697

768426

When these were marked with chalk on a large black board hung on the wall before the audience, he turned round and stood looking at them about three minutes, and then turning himself away from the board, so that he could not see it, he repeated the whole of the figures in order from 4672 to 6874-then he repeated them backward, 4786 to 2764-then he bade us ask him for the position of any figure, and he told it-for instance, when asked what is the third figure in the fifth line, he answered four! and so of any other figure. He then proceeded, without looking at the board again, to cast them up, which he did aloud, mentioning every figure, and gave the total, without one mistake, 53548. The company were astonished and delighted, and loudly applauded this singular feat, which we have inserted to shew all little girls and boys that "practice makes perfect," and that they need not be frightened at the thought of having to commit a task to me

mory. If they only sit down quietly and patiently, determined to master it, they will master it. Like all other things that seem awkward and difficult, the awkwardness and difficulty is often this, we think it is difficult and so we make it difficult. Only get over this first obstacle and you will find the road smooth and easy; your mind will acquire power as you proceed, until you will find yourself able to do what you once thought impossible. Thus many a boy, who had been sadly frightened at his "Multiplication Table," and looked at it as a great mountain over which he could never climb, full of jagged rocks and frightful precipices, especially "seven times" and "nine times," has found, when he has mastered it, that it is only a clever plaything with which he can amuse himself whenever he pleases.

Sabbath Scholars especially need not fear their tasks, for they are easier. The question in the Catechism almost tells you what is the answer-the Hymn is connected by its rhymes and verses-and the Scripture narrative is simple and connected.

Let our young friends then, throw away from them all fear of that which they dread more than any thing they have to do-getting off their tasks. The "hardness" of the task is not so much in the task, as in your

thinking it is. Think you cannot do it, and you will not do it,-think you can, and you will. Remember too, that if it is good to know things, it is better to recollect them; and dont forget that in this matter as in all others," PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT."

MISSIONARIES AND THE HEATHEN. A Letter from a Little Girl to other Little Boys and Girls.

MY DEAR FRIends,

You have heard, I suppose, of Missionaries, and you know who they are and what they do. They are preachers of the gospel, who go out to far distant lands, many miles across the sea, to teach the poor heathen about God and Jesus Christ. These poor people have never heard that there is a God who made them, and the world, and all the things that are therein; they never heard that Jesus died on the cross to save from hell all who believe on him. They have no bible, no sabbath-day, no schools. They worship idols made of wood and stone, and call them gods and pray to them; and sometimes they kill themselves because they think it will please these gods of theirs. Some sacrifice their own children to idols, and thus, as the

prophet said, "give the fruit of their body for the sin of their soul." Others are so cruel as to destroy their aged parents, by taking them to the sides of the rivers, and leaving them to perish when the tide comes! We are told of a country where a number of sons will take their aged father and put him in a tree, join hands and sing, "the

fruit is ripe and must fall !" and then shaking the tree the poor old wretch_falls, and his