Presently, in the edge of the last tint TO MY LITTLE SON ON HIS LEAVING HOME. H. M. R. WOULD that a mother's prayers could take the form Of guardian angels, hover o'er thy head, Be round thy path where'er thy footsteps tread, And shield my child from every outward storm, From grief, or aught of ill that might deform That innocence and inward peace, which shed A joy in his young heart-where is no dread No guile, nor sin, but thoughts all pure and warm! And is there not, child of my cherished love And fondest hopes, an unseen heavenly band Of guardian spirits, sent by Him above, Who hath for thee, for all, a father's care ? Ye can not " perish," for your " angels" stand Before God's" face," and of His Spirit are! TYROCINIUM. COWPER. [EXTRACT.] Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, The bench on which we sat, while deep employed, Playing our games, and on the very spot, TO A CHILD BLOWING BUBBLES. ALARIC A. WATTS. "Oh that I were once more a careless child." COLERIDGE. THRICE happy babe! what golden dreams are thine, As thus thou bid'st thine air-born bubbles soar!Who would not wisdom's choicest gifts resign, To be like thee, "a careless child” once more! To share thy simple sports, thy sinless glee, Thy breathless wonder, thy unfeigned delight,As one by one those sun-touched glories flee, In swift succession, from thy straining sight!— To feel a power within himself to make, Like thee, a rainbow wheresoe'er he goes; care, Who would not give his all of worldly lore, Yet life hath bubbles too,—that soothe awhile Thrice happy child! a brighter lot is thine! Literary Souvenir, 1831. THE MOTHER'S PRAYER. MISS ROSCOE. THE mother's face, it is pale with care, And now she has bended her knee to pray, O! not for herself those pleadings deep- For him with the bright and the sunny face, |