three, four, or five bottles are requisite to render him" comfortable," whose every other word is an oath-and who is so decidedly daring as not only to be perfectly devoid of fear towards his equals-worms of the dust like himself but to carry his courage to the point of having no fear of his Maker—no reverence whatever for His name before whom " angels veil their faces."

I am well aware that the vices above mentioned are to be found in some members of the "unpeaceful professions," that, as among other bodies of men, there are some who from long indulgence in such things are almost wedded to them—but I do indignantly repel the assertion which I have heard made, (to my great astonishment,) in various places and companies, that 'there is more vice of every kind in the army and navy than in any other calling.' And I assert fearlessly, from long and actual acquaintance with facts-that so far from such being the general characteristics, of either profession

by far the greater proportion of both are as moral, as sober, as reverent, (in their outward demeanour at least) as the most pusillanimous blockhead in the land. And there is moreover a class daily increasing, of men who are not ashamed to acknowledge that they consider their duty to their Maker as the first grand object of their lives, influencing every thought and action towards their fellow men, and leading them above the little passions, and petty crimes which overcome those whose whole thoughts and care are given to this world.

We are told that the storms which sweep the surface of the earth, carrying ruin and devastation with them, are unfelt and unknown in a higher region—that after a certain ascent the air is calm and pure, and the current of the winds regular.

Surely it is the same in the moral world. The man whose thoughts and desires are 'of the earth, earthy,' is agitated and tempest-tossed by

the fluctuating breezes of hope and fear; while he no sooner congratulates himself on the acquisition of some dear, and long desired object, than the tempest of adversity comes, carries it away-and leaves nothing but chaotic darkness and confusion. But very different is the position of the sincere christian-his treasure is in safety, and his own heart with it; like the sailor, who, (safely moored in the harbour) can look at the gathering storm, and smile, he goes on the even tenor of his way, with a mind as capable of considering his duty, as resolute to perform it -living in the worldbut untainted by its worldly maxims-uninfluenced by its crooked actions. Let no one think such a character a mere being of the writer's imagination, still less that such a man would be a less zealous officer, a colder friend, or a less ardent lover of his country.

This is no fanciful picture, but a portraitdrawn, however imperfectly, by the pen of truth as well as of affection-and though the

dear original has long mouldered in the silent grave, his memory is still held sacred in the hearts of those who were privileged to know him. By all he was loved-but for me! most truly may I exclaim over his tomb

"To mark a friend's remains these stones arise,

I never knew but one-and here he lies!"

I have said too much of private feelings. Let me at least vindicate my general sentiments by pourtraying the character of Major Rostrevor.

Charles Rostrevor was the second son of a veteran officer in his Majesty's service-a man who had spent his life in active duty-principally in the American war-and who carried his military principles into the regulation of his family, when, on the establishment of peace, he retired to his estate in Ireland; and was as stern a disciplinarian in his own house as he had ever been at the head of a regi

ment.

Passionately attached to his profession, and looking with the utmost contempt on the arts of peace, he taught his sons, from the first dawn of reason, to regard the army with enthusiasm as their future calling-and he gloried in the declaration that his boys would, one and all, be well qualified by his cares for doing honor to it, and to their family. What his words promised his deeds fully performed. He bestowed on them an education entirely Spartan -they were taught to submit to the strictest discipline-to fear nothing but disgrace, and to consider the attainment of military fame as the one object of their existence. They were trained to excel in all manly sport and exercises to ride well-to be excellent shotsand to swim almost like fish-for it was a common practice of their father to take them down to the sands, and throwing them from some rock into the sea, compel them to find their own way to land.

No wonder that they became, in after life, the