How exactly does this structure fit it for this extraordinary instinct! These fins assist it in certain parts of its progress, and when not employed, can be packed up so as not to hinder its progress. The lobes of its gill-covers are so divided and armed as to be employed together, or separately as hands, for the suspension of the animal, till, by fixing its dorsal and anal fins, it prepares itself to take another step: all showing the Supreme Intelligence and Almighty hand that planned and fabricated its structure, causing so many organs, each in its own way, to assist in promoting a common purpose. The Fan palm in which this animal was taken by Daldorf, grew near the pool inhabited by these fishes. He makes no mention, however, of their object in these terrestrial excursions; but Dr Virey observes that it is for the sake of small Crustaceans on which they feed.--_Kirby’s Bridgewater Treatise._ “THY KINGDOM COME,” BY MARY ANNE BROWNE. Thy kingdom come! but where shall it be? In the sweet, wild groves of Araby, Where the citron groves and the date-tree grow, Where the fair and thornless roses blow, Where the sunlight falls in radiant streams, And the moon on forests of palm-trees beams? Fair are its roses and clustering vine, And its kingdom is bright!--but it is not Thine. Thy kingdom come! shall it be in the land Where the wrecks of the mighty and valiant stand; Where the temples, once by the heathen trod, Resound to the holy name of God; Where the fallen pillars and sculptured stone Are ’midst sweet wreaths of wild flowers thrown? It hath a sad grace, that land so fair, But thy kingdom--thy kingdom is not there! Thy kingdom come! oh, wilt thou reign Within some grand and mighty fane? By the work of our hands we will raise the pile, We will strew with flowers the vaulted aisle, We will toss the silver censers around, And a thousand voices of sweetest sound Shall breathe at once; but it may not be-- Such a kingdom accepted is not by Thee! Thy kingdom come! in our cottage homes We will give thee our hearts, by our kindred’s tombs, By the rippling streams, in the ancient woods, Alike in clouds and in solitudes: When the sun in his glory is beaming on high, When the moon and stars are lighting the sky, Our souls shall be breathed in praise and prayer, So Thou wilt make thy kingdom there! --_From the Knickerbocker._ * * * * *