To lift your heart and voice in prayer
Be your first and latest care.
And oh where'er your days be past,
And oh! howe'er your lot be cast,
Still think on Him whose eye surveys,
Whose hand is over all your ways.'

"I can fancy the two suns shining-one in the bright skies, and the other in the running river."

"Now then for another picture. The rain-water from the hills has made the river rise two feet higher than before; and here come farmer Bradstock and young Starkey in a gig. Old Franklin is fly-fishing on the river, seated in his coracle-a boat made of wicker-work and oil-skin, just big enough to hold him; and Jenkins the ferryman is putting a stranger across the water. Farmer Bradstock sees that the water is too deep to ford, and tries in vain to persuade young Starkey to go across in the horse-boat; but no, Starkey is obstinate, and thinks he knows best. Farmer Bradstock is going to the ferry, and young Starkey is entering the river with the gig."

"I should not at all wonder if he got drowned."

"Foolish young man ! See! he is in the deep part; his horse is taken off his legs, and both horse and gig are being carried down the stream. Starkey has leaped into the water, and made his way under the bushes,

where he is holding by a low bough, and calling for help."

"There! I thought he would be drowned." "Franklin, in his coracle, has laid hold of the horse by the bridle, and conducted him safe out of the river, and Jenkins has taken his boat to the assistance of young Starkey. They are all now on the river's bank, and a fine ducking Starkey has had for his folly."

"No wonder! He will know better another time."

"It is sunset, and squire Perrins, mounted on his young hunter, is about to be put across the river in the horse-boat; but the young hunter, a spirited creature, has never been in a boat before."

"No doubt, then, he is sadly frightened."

“He is snorting, and rearing, and hanging back. At last, however, they have got him into the boat. There they go across! Jenkins pushing the boat with his long pole, squire Perrins holding his horse by the bridle with one hand, while he pats him with the other, crying in a soothing tone, So ho! my pretty fellow.' The young hunter stands trembling in the boat, breathing hard, his glaring eyes fixed on the water, his nostrils widely distended, and his fore-legs pushed out straight before him."

"I can see him! I can see him! Glad

will he be when he finds himself on firm ground once more."

"How animating to the Christian are the words, 'When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee!' Isa. xliii. 2; and how frequently should we all seek Him who has given such a precious promise to his people.

'Wouldst thou be blest?

He'll cleanse thy spotted soul. Wouldst thou find rest? Around thy toils and cares he'll breathe a calm,

And to thy wounded spirit lay a balm;

From fear draw love, and teach thee where to seek
Lost strength and grandeur, with the bowed and meek.
Come lowly; he will help thee. Lay aside

That subtle first of evils-human pride.

Know God, and so thyself; and be afraid
To call all poor or low that he has made.

Fear nought but sin; love all but sin; and learn
How that in all things else thou mayst discern
His forming, his creating power-how bind
Earth, self, and brother, to the Eternal Mind.'"

The lovely garden-The long flower-beds, the tool-house, the vine against the high wall and the arbour-The lover of flowers and the flower dial-The moss-rose-Chinese roses -Old Jonathan and the best tulip-The Rafflesia flower measuring three feet across it-The rose-grounds of Ghazipore-Influence of a garden.

HARDLY Could Mr. Haughton have hit upon a happier thought than that of drawing pictures without a pencil, so far as Edwin was concerned-it afforded him so much amusement. How it was that his father could so easily, as he appeared to do it, draw

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so many pictures he could not make out; for he seemed to him never at a loss. "He must come to an end of them some time," thought he; “but I hope it will be a long time first."

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"Will you have a few garden pictures, Edwin?" said Mr. Haughton, as he joined his son, and found that Edwin was as much disposed as ever to listen to his remarks. remember an arbour in a lovely garden," said Mr. Haughton, "and I fancy it is now before me. There are the long flower-beds, in beautiful order; there is the tool-house; and yonder is the vine against the high wall by the upper door. In that arbour used to sit one with her needle, with Barbara her little niece beside her. Barbara used to listen to the soft voice of her aunt with attention, and well she might; for that aunt led her in the ways of righteousness, and taught her to love the Lord her God with all her heart and with all her mind, with all her soul and with all her strength. She led her to love Him who said, 'Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven,' Matt. xix. 14. Even now, as I said, I once more see that lovely garden, with the arbour, tool-house, and vine-tree, and once more listen to that soft voice pouring the best instruction on the ears of little rbara."