very rare to find a man who understands the habits of silk-worms, and the care of them. Walter's knowledge may be worth a great deal of money to some silk manufacturer.

The raising of silk-worms, and the manufacture of silk is still very young in America; but the ribbons made in this country are now quite as fine as those brought from Europe, and very much cheaper.

In a few years, American silks and velvets may be as good as those manufactured in Europe.

COMPOSITION.

Subject: SILK-WORMS.

1. What are they?

2. Through what changes do they pass?

3. Upon what do they feed?

4. Where are they grown for use?

5. Why are they killed?

6. From what is the silk taken?

7. How is it unwound?

8. Which country produces the most silk? 9. Into what is the silk manufactured ? 10. Have you ever found any cocoons ? Where?

When ?

The bell, at the appointed hour, gives the signal; and upon it every occupation, be it of study or exercise, is stopped. The student in his cell puts down his pen, and turns to his little domestic memorials of piety, picture, or crucifix, and then joins his absent brethren in prayer.

The teacher pauses in his lecture, and, kneeling at the head of his class, leads the way to their responses.

The little knot engaged in cheerful talk or learned dispute, drop their mirth or their cunning instruments of fence, and contend more pleasantly in the verses of that angelic prayer.

Nay, even the sport and play of youth and childhood are interrupted, to give a few moments to more serious thoughts.

Well might the Angelus bell have inscribed upon it, "At evening, morn, and noon, I will call out, and give the angelic annunciation." For this is truly the order of the church day; and in southern countries of more Catholic atmosphere, of the civil.

With first vespers comes in the festival; and the Ave Maria, with its clattering peal, rings in the new day. We own we like it.

We love not the old day to slip away from us, and the new one to steal in, "like a thief in the night," upon our unconscious being, at the hour when ghosts walk, and when nature, abroad and within us, most awfully personates death.

We like the day to die even as a good Christian would wish, with a heaven of mild splendor above, enriched in hues as its close approaches; with golden visions and loved shapes, with whispered prayer, and a cheering passing-bell ; and the comfort that when gloom has overspread all, a new, though unseen, day, has risen to the spirit.

Then, when we awake once to sense and consciousness, let the joyful peal arouse us, with the first dawn of day and reason, to commemorate that Mystery which alone has made the day worth living; and greet, with the natural, the spiritual Sun, the Day-spring from on high that rose on benighted man, and chased away the darkness and the shadow of death wherein he sat.

Who does not see and feel the clear likeness ? Who will neglect, if it be brought thus to his memory, to shield himself behind the full measure of this grace, against the sharp and well-aimed temptations of the day?

At these eventful periods will the Angelus bell call out to us aloud, and make the joyful Annunciation, speaking in angel's words and angel's tones, to the gladsome, to the anxious, and to the weary heart; gladsome at morn, anxious at noon, weary at eve.

Truly it was a heavenly thought that suggested the appointment of both time and thing. For what can chime so well

with the first of those feelings and its season, as the glorious news that "the Lord's angel" had brought to earth such tidings as his ?

What can suit the second better than to speak resignation in Mary's words: "Behold thy servant, or handmaid,""Be it done unto me according to Thy word ?"

What can refresh the third, and cast forward bright rays into the gloom of approaching night, more than the thought that God's own Eternal Word dwelleth ever amongst us, our comforter and help?

CARDINAL WISEMAN.

LESSON LXIX.

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THE ANGELUS.

Hark! count the strokes,-three-fourfive-six ;

Come, all my children dear,

Let us recite the Angelus,

Our Lady's heart to cheer.