Its influence upon its votaries is equally remarkable; for, as a rule, they are distinguished among the learned, their characters are in harmony with their pursuits, and they are recognized everywhere for disinterestedness, philanthropy, and public and private virtue.  While Mental Philosophy, has made but little progress since the times of Plato, and the world is but little better for scholastic disputations, Natural Science has civilized man, elevated his condition, increased the circle of his exertions, and, by the development of some of its simplest principles, united the intelligent, the learned, the enterprising, and the virtuous of all nations into a recognized and a noble brotherhood.

TREASURE-TROVE.

  Once, the Castle of Chalus, crowned
  With sullen battlements, stood and frowned
       On the sullen plain around it;
  But Richard of England came one day,
  And the Castle of Chalus passed away
  In such a rapid and sure decay
       No modern yet has found it.

  Who has not heard of the Lion King
  Who made the harps of the minstrels ring? 
       Oh, well they might imagine it
  Hard for chivalry’s ranks to show
  A knight more gallant to face a foe,
  With a firmer lance or a heavier blow,
       Than Richard I. Plantagenet;

  Or gayer withal:  for he loved his joke,
  As well as he loved, with slashing stroke,
       The haughtiest helm to hack at: 
  Wine or blood he laughingly poured;
  ’Twas a lightsome word or a heavy sword,
  As he found a foe or a festive board,
       With a skull or a joke to crack at.

  Yet some their candid belief avow,
  That, if Richard lived in England now,
       And his lot were only a common one,
  He ne’er had meddled with kings or states,
  But might have been a bruiser of pates
  And champion now of the “heavy weights,”—­
       A first-rate “Fighting Phenomenon.”

  A vassal bound in peace and war
  To Richard I. was Vidomar,—­
       A noble as proud and needy
  As ever before that monarch bowed,
  But not so needy and not so proud
       As the monarch himself was greedy.

Vicomte was he of the Limousin,
  Where stones were thick and crops were thin,
  And profits small and slow to come in. 
  But slow and sure, the father’s plan, did
  Not suit the son.  Sire lived close-handed;
  Became, not rich, but very landed. 
  The only debt that ever he made
  Was Nature’s debt, and that he paid
  About the time of the Third Crusade,—­
  A time when the fashion was fully set
  By Richard of running in tilts and debt,
  When plumes were high and prudence low,
  And every knight felt bound to “go
  The pace,” and just like Richard do,
  By running his purse and a Paynim through. 
  Yet do not suppose that Vidomar