divine light of Christianity will be shed over the wilderness and the solitary places.

Captain Clapperton was attacked by fever and dysentery at Sackatoo, and in a few days was no more. He expired on the 13th of April, 1827, in his servant's arms, and was buried by him at Jungali, five miles from Sackatoo. His corpse was conveyed there on a camel, and the place of interment marked by a small square house of clay, erected by Richard Lander, his faithful friend, who immediately returned to England, where he published "Records of this last Expedition," to which he prefixed an interesting memoir of his honoured master.

Captain Clapperton's character has been summed up by one of his biographers, in the best sense of the phrase, as that of "a fine fellow," a term well adapted to convey to our minds an idea of that high principle and noble daring which formed the rule of his life. Bello, the native chief of Sackatoo, in a letter to King George IV., says: "Your majesty's servant, BayesAbd-Allah (Clapperton's travelling name), came to us, and we found him a very intelligent and wise man; representing, in every respect, your greatness, wisdom, dignity, clemency, and penetration." Indeed, Clapperton always took care to impress upon the Africans "that he should be despised on his return to England, if in any instance he had acted deceitfully and treacherously, he being a servant of the King of England."

A.D. 1824.

ANY people think it is a great thing to be born

MANY

with a genius, and so it is, but genius must be considered a heavy responsibility. No doubt it often enables its possessor to take his stand high above other men-places him in a niche of fame-and, what is still of greater consequence, it may make him serviceable to his fellow men. But, alas! with genius eccentricity

is often associated; and with the highest talents wo not unfrequently find the lowest vices. No one, therefore, should bewail the want of genius who is blessed with good common sense, and the possession of those humble virtues which render their possessor useful and ornamental to society.

George Gordon, who, at little more than ten years old, succeeded his grand-uncle, the eccentric Lord Byron, in the title and estates in 1798, was one of the greatest geniuses of his age, and, had his moral training been sedulously attended to, he might have been a greater honour to his country than he was. But in early years excessive maternal indulgence, and the absence of that salutary discipline and control so necessary to childhood, materially contributed to the less pleasing features of Lord Byron's character; yet, with all his vagaries, his self-will, his fierce passions, and habits of error, he was truly a noble child.

He was born January 22nd, 1788, in Holles Street, Cavendish Square. When scarcely two years old, his mother, who was separated from her husband, removed with him to Aberdeen, and he was bred and nurtured among the hills of Scotland. The pure air strengthened his body, naturally weak, and the grandeur of nature around him, the feeling that he was upon hills that had never been permanently trodden by the foot of a conqueror, the intercourse with a people whose amusements consisted in a great measure of athletic sports, and whose quieter hours were spent in the recital of