races; the opposite opinion is ill-founded, and altogether refuted by my researches. 3rd. In the form and structure of the well-possessed spinal chord the Negro accords in every way with the European, and shows no difference beside that arising from the different size of the body. 4th. The cerebellum of the Negro, in regard to its outward form, fissures, and lobes, is exactly similar to that of the European. 5th. The cerebrum has for the most part, the same form as that of the European. 6th. The brain, in internal structure is composed of the same substance. 7th. The brain of the Negro is not smaller compared as to size, nor are the nerves weaker. 8th. The analogy of the brain of the Negro to the ourang-outang is not greater than that of other races.'

It is also the opinion of Dr. Prichard that there is nothing whatever in the organization of the brain of the Negro which affords a presumption of inferior endowment, of intellectual or moral faculty. And any one who is capable of forming an opinion must see that the Negro possesses all the grand characteristics of the most civilized races. They are capable of talking, thinking, loving, worshiping. Many of the most able citizens of the United States at the present time were once slaves. They were born in slavery, and moulded when young by the influences and associations of that degraded state. But in spite of that great disadvantage, they sought oppor tunities to escape, and guided by the North Star, found their way, ragged, bleeding, and hungry, to the land of freedom, where, by being surrounded by more favourable circumstanees, they have become educated and elevated men and women. Many of these men have come to this country, and proved the equality of their nature, by thrilling large assemblies with the loftiest strains of eloquence. Here we have the portraits of two Negroes, Josiah Henson and

Dr. Pennington, both fugitive slaves, and well known in this country and America as useful and noble specimens of their race.

It is in actual life after all, and not in any peculiar conformation of the head, where we must seek for displays of intellectual and moral energy. A person may have a head inferior in size, but superior in power. Woman has a smaller head than man, and some argue therefrom that she has an inferior nature. But they forget that quantity means one thing, and quality means another thing. So, even admitting that negroes have smaller heads than Europeans, it does not follow that they have, in the abstract, lower intellectual, moral, and affectional natures.

A writer who has paid considerable attention to this subject says, 'The blacks may have less intellect as a body, though the mixed race has produced men fitted to stand on the loftiest white platforms, but they are assuredly fuller of tenderness. If that were not so, they (meaning the slaves in America,) would have arisen against their oppressors long ere this. It would have been impossible to have kept any other race in such utter subjection, and to have perpetrated upon them so many atrocities without arousing the fiercest animosity. We cannot point to any race of men on the Continent of Europe, nor in the East, nor at the Antipodes, who have endured what the Africans have borne, without stretching forth the blood-red hand of vengeance. One of the pillars of Negro slavery, is the mildness, gentleness, forbearance, and humour of the Negro charac ter; and in this sense, Uncle Tom' is a type of hls brothers, who will not, except in isolated cases, take their liberty, or run or fight for it, but wait till it is given them with Quaker-like patience, and more than Quaker-like resignation and endurance.

It may be startling, perhaps, to the Anglo-Saxon or Celt, that they are not fitted to become Christians, in so high a sense of the word, as the black man whom they despise. Yet it is true. What are the highest attributes of Christianity? Not the qualities which make men great, but those which make men good. Not the quick wit or the fertile invention-not the strong nerve, or ready hand-not prowess or physical courage; but charity, resignation, endurance, faith. Can any white man point out any race which, throngh a long course of years, has evinced the possession of those latter qualities in so high a degree as the blacks?

It may be a fanciful theory, but one quite in keeping with the facts of the world, that each of the great races is peculiarly fitted to develope some special phase of our nature, We would example the race known as the Anglo-Saxon, as the industrial and practical; the Celtic, as the ambitious, impulsive, and enthusiastic; the Germans, as the abstract; the Sclavonic, as the obedient: and the Orientals, as the fatalistic. It may be that the Negro is characterised by sen sibility; and that when industry, enthusiasm, obedience and sut

mission to destiny have failed, the great principle of love will work out the mission of Christianity.

This is saying a great deal, but not more, we think, than the facts will warrant. If so, instead of the Ethiopian race being an inferior one, it carries with it some of the highest attributes of cultured humanity. After all the noise and whirl of this competitive age, and the gigantic intellectual efforts it may make for the development of a peculiar phase of human progress, they may not be so conducive to real and permanent happiness, by tending to the best develop-` ment of man, as would the cultivation of the affections, and the unfolding the spiritual life of man's nature.

Mrs. Beecher Stowe, in her far-famed Uncle Tom's Cabin,' makes George Harris, one of the finest characters of that wonderful book say, 'I want a country, a nation of my own. I think that the African race has peculiarities yet to be unfolded in the light of civilization and Christianity, which, if not the same with those of the Anglo-Saxon race, may prove to be morally of a higher type. To the Anglo-Saxon race have been committed the destinies of the world during its pioneer struggle and conflict. To that mission its stern, inflexible, energetic elements are well adapted; but as a Christian, I look for another era to arise. On its borders I trust we stand; and the throes which now convulse the nations are, to my hope, but the birth-pangs of an hour of universal peace and brotherhood.

'I trust that the development of Africa is to be essentially a Christian one. If not a dominant and commanding race, they are at least an affectionate and magnanimous one. Having been tried in the furnace of oppression, they have need to bind closer to their hearts that sublime doctrine of love and forgiveness through which alone they are to conquer, and which is to be their mission to spread over the continent of Africa.'

It is not very flattering to the white races of the world to be told that the sons of Africa will one day outstrip them in the march of Christian civilization. That the thing is possible is quite evident, and that it is probable, many of the thinkers of this century believe. At the present moment there is a young and growing republic in Africa, whose citizens are negroes. It is called Liberia. It is already a marvel among states. In the course of a very few years these republican negroes have es ablished a government, passed laws, and elaborated a constitution, which we have no hesitation in saying, is freer from vicious principles than any government or constitution in Europe. Mr. Robartes, the first President of this Republic, is a man of colour, amiable in disposition, eminent in ability, and of honest purpose. Under his presidency, Liberia bids fair to become a beacon of hope for Africa, and a guarantee of the ultimate emancipation of the Ethiopian race. It has been the writer's privilego to meet this great and good man in England and on the Continent

of Europe, and he can therefore speak positively of his amiability and dignity of character.

Strange events are frequently witnessed in the rise and growth, the mutations and the decay of nations. Several centuries since the fanaticism of the nations of Europe overflowed in the desperate wars of the Crusades. The Christians of England, France, and Germany united to drive the Turks out of Europe, and take possession of the Holy Sepulchre. At the present moment these very 'nations are combined to sustain the Turks in Europe, and to prevent Russia, a Christian nation, doing what the forefathers of the inhabitants of England, France, and Germany wasted their blood to accomplish. And it is not improbable that even stranger changes will be realized by the Ethiopian race. Liberia is the offspring of slavery in America, and thither are tending some of the noblest of the fugitive slaves; and in leaving the land of oppression they carry with them some of the virtues and experiences of their oppressors. Out of evil Providence frequently educes good. The United States keep the sons of Africa in cruel bondage; in the course of time some of these bondmen are removed, either by self-liberating energy or philanthropic effort; and in company with their stripes and scars, the legacy of slavery, they bear with them the germs of AngloSaxon civilization, as developed and manifested beneath the shelter of a great republic. This may be purchasing experience at a dear rate; but such experience, so purchased, is worth the getting. In this way the Negro race may be compensated for the wrongs inflicted by the white man, by obtaining advantage by sacrifice, and getting perfect through suffering. This is no idle dream. It is a speculation on the possible-an anticipation of a magnificent reality. The ways of God with man are as harmonious as they are mysterious. A. B. C.

ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE.

A REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF RECOVERY FROM THE GRAVE, RECORDED AND AUTHENTICATED BY SEVERAL HISTORIANS.

DURING the reign of Elizabeth of England, and Charles the IXth of France, at the period when the intrepid female who filled the English throne felt it her duty, or her interest, to interfere in the wars of the league, and actually sent an army of 6000 men, under the command of the Earl of Warwick, who took possession of Dieppe and Havre-de-Grace, but was too late to prevent the city of Rouen being taken by assault by the Duke of Guise and his party.

It was at this siege, and in defending Fort St. Catherine, that Francis de St. Civile, a young man of good family in Normandy, but somewhat tainted with the new opinions leading on the company

he commanded, received a musket shot, which, entering his right cheek, aud passing obliquely downwards, was buried in his neck.

A considerable effusion of blood took place, he fell motionless on the ground, and soon after, being considered as dead, was stripped and with another corpse committed to the earth.

A faithful old servant of his family's impatiently waited his return, and, on being told what had happened, was anxious to see the body of his beloved master; and, with a superstition, in this instance amiable, to give it Christian burial.

In the eagerness of zeal and love, he procured several soldiers of M. de St. Civile's company to attend him with torcbes to the spot where the captain was buried. The day was already closed when he received the melancholy intelligence, and a solemn stillness reigned over a spot so lately the scene of carnage and confusion.

They opened many graves in vain,and as they were fearful of ex. citing the attention and drawing upon themselves the fire of the besiegers, were preparing to return, without having accomplished their purpose, when the domestic's attention was attracted by some bright body on the ground, which, reflecting the blaze of the torch, sparkled in his eye.

Turning back to examine the cause, he saw, uncovered, a hand and arm of some corpse already buried; on closer inspection, and gazing with eager looks, he found that the glitternig object was a diamond ring on one of the fingers; this he instantly recognized, having formerly brought it to his master, as a token of love from the mistress of the young soldier's heart.

The body was disinterred without delay, and the valet, bearing it in his arms, returned to his quarters. He could not help remarking as he carried this honourable burthen, that it was still warm; stopping a moment to look at that face which had smiled on him a thousand times, he perceived something like a faint breath issuing from the mouth. This circumstance created new hopes; and the instant he reached home, placing the body in a warm bed, and calling in medical aid, the wounded man gradually recovered.

The first object De St. Civile opened his eyes on, was the fond, the faithful servant, who had attended him from his entrance into life and had now snatched him from an untimely grave.

He remained for several weeks in a languid state; and the city was in the meantime taken by storm. The besiegers being exasperated against the family of the wounded captain, for the active part they had taken, with that more than savage animosity with which civil wars are carried on, threw the sick man from the window.

Fortunately for M. de St. Civile there was a large dung-hill underneath, on which he fell without injury; here, in the noise and confusion of a military assault, he lay for several days unnoticed by the enemy, was occasionally supplied with a little nourishment, and at last conveyed by night, through the kind care of his original deliverer, to a farm-house a few miles from the city; at this place