The pretty, harmless boy was slain! I saw And once again, Was greater than a king! MISS MITFORD. THE APPEAL OF THE CHILDREN. GIVE us light amid our darkness; We are willing, we are ready ; We would learn, if you would teach : Souls that any heights can reach ! Raise us by your Christian knowledge: Let us take our proper station; Let us stamp the age as ours! We shall be what you will make us: Look into our childish faces; MARY HOWITT. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. OUR bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lowered, When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array and sunshine arose on the way I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay, stay with us rest, thou art weary and worn; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL. GOOD ADVICE. YE who would save your features florid, Adopt this plan: 'T will make, in climate cold or torrid, Avoid in youth luxurious diet; Restrain the passions' lawless riot ; Devoted to domestic quiet, Be wisely gay; So shall ye, spite of Age's fiat, Seek not in Mammon's worship pleasure, In books, friends, music, polished leisure : Make the sole scale by which ye measure This is the solace, this the science, But challenges, with calm defiance, HORACE SMITH. THE REFORMED LAP-DOG. A RICH old lady's pampered dog Minions who cease to be protected Than with his luxuries before, O, parents! heed the lap-dog's fate, The hand that to the young would give Ease, indolence, and dainty fare, To make us what we ought to be, THE TRUE LIFE. Ir we would judge of the rate at which we are living, we are to look not at the growth or the decay of the frame, the tightening or slackening of the sinews, but at the emotions. that play most freely through our hearts, and the actions we achieve. Count not your birth-days, but the number of hearts you have blessed, and the holy impulses you have set in motion, if you would know how old you are! "Life's more than breath and the quick round of blood; 'Tis a great spirit and a busy heart. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths ; The memorial of goodness is everlasting. Whoever bears a working hand and a large love through the world, shall make eternal room for himself in its memory. Whoever speaks fruitful words, so laden with truth that they plant themselves in the hearts of other men with an immovable lodgment, and strike root there, shall realize the fulfillment of the inarticulate prophecy within him, and shall not wholly die, even out of this scene of his present habitation. HUNTINGTON. |