This fire shall be thy funeral pile,
Then glowing coals shall round thee smile;
They'll burn thee up, thou twisted elf,
Quicker than thou wouldst burn thyself.
Let him who introduced thee here
Learn from thy fate what he must fear,
If he should dare to bring another,
And then attempt his fault to cover.
Should thy destruction seem to fail,
We'll try old Harry tingle-tail.

BED-ROOM VENTILATION.

Is it necessary to state that the sickening odours, so perceptible at the first of the morning in any ill-ventilated sleeping apartment, arise from the fact that a considerable volume of carbonic acid, with the vapour of perspiration and other animal exhalations, are mingled with the atmosphere of the chamber? Science proves that all these products are deadly poisons. Nature expels them from the system, because they poison the system. Yet we insist on enclosing them within four walls. We shut up doors, windows, and even chimneyplaces, that not a particle may escape. Nay we surround our beds with close-drawn curtains for the express purpose, it would seem, of preventing ventilation, for the express purpose of hugging close the poisonous atmosphere of our own bodies, and so re-absorbing into our systems the very atoms which, by the laws of God, have been cast out because they are detrimental. That we do reabsorb these poisons needs no proof. The same act of breathing which renders them perceptible to the sense of smell causes them to visit every air-cell, to permeate every blood-vessel of

the lungs, and come into positive contact with all the countless myriads of streams which are traversing the one hundred and sixty-six square yards of respiratory surface Perhaps

there is no more startling proof of the utter ignorance that exists concerning the laws of health than is manifested in the construction of our houses. Halls, ante-rooms, and drawing-rooms, which during a portion of the day are generally left empty-which may at any time be aired by the opening of windows, and which are constantly being ventilated by the opening and shutting of doors, or by draughts towards the chimneythese apartments are always the most spacious and airy while bed-rooms, which are generally tenanted with closed doors and windows for eight or nine consecutive hours-where, therefore, the vitiation of the air must be very great, and where in consequence an ampler space for breathing is an important requisite these are generally found the most airless rooms of a dwelling-house. Such errors could not possibly exist were not the generality so utterly uninformed as regards that branch of knowledge which should be made the first consideration in every person's education-a knowledge of the laws ordained by God for man's health and happiness. Whenever, after a night's repose, the slightest degree of closeness is perceptible in a chamber, it is an incontrovertible proof that the chamber is not well ventilated; and that whatever may have been the benefit which the system may have received from sleep, that benefit has been partly neutralized by the ill-effects of an impure atmosphere.-Hopley's Lectures.

J. C. PHILPOT, M.A.

THE dear man of God, whose portrait we give on the opposite page, was taken to his everlasting rest on December 9, 1869, in sweet peace of soul. His name was known by thousands of our upgrown, and by a large portion of our youthful readers; but having given so lengthened an outline of his life, labours, and death in the SOWER* for February and March, I need here only say that J. C. Philpot was the son of C. Philpot, Rector of Ripple, and Vicar of St. Margaret-at-Cliffe. He was born at Ripple, near Deal, September 13, 1802; consequently, when he died, his age was sixty-seven years and nearly three months.

In his dying moments he manifested the heart of a Christian father. Oh, may his dear children live to receive the blessing he longed for them to receive. He entreated them to "love one another," to be "kind to their mother," and to follow on to know the Lord." His last words were, "Praise the Lord, O my soul!"

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How few of my readers may live to reach his age; and if they should do so, it will appear to them then more strikingly than they can now imagine, that their lives have been but "like a sleep in the morning." Eternity! how solemn! and how soon its solemnities will break upon every one of my readers! Dear young friends, think less of time and more of eternity: and oh, may you in your youthful days be led to that only Saviour of lost sinners, that precious Jesus, who promises that those who come to Him "He will in no wise cast out." EDITOR.

* It is our intention to publish in a separate form the Funeral Sermon for and Life of J. C. P., inserted in the SOWER, with some additional matter, accompanied by a portrait. We send proof copies of the portrait post free for four stamps, two for seven stamps, or four for twelve stamps.