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It nurtures a deep and honest love,
The passions of faith and pride;
And it yearns with the fondess of a dove
To the light of its own fireside.

'Tis a rich, rough gem, deny it who can,-
The heart of a true-born Englishman.

The Briton may traverse the pole or the zone,
And boldly claim his right;

For he calls such a vast domain his own,
That the sun never sets on his might.
Let the haughty stranger seek to know
The place of his home and birth,
And a flush will pour from cheek to brow
While he tells of his native earth.

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breath'd in the words I'm an Englishman.

Eliza Cook.

THE ANGEL'S WHISPER.

(A superstition of great beauty prevails in Ireland, that when a child smiles in its sleep it is "talking to angels.")

A BABY was sleeping,

Its mother was weeping,

For her husband was far on the wild raging sea,
And the tempest was swelling

Round the fisherman's dwelling;

And she cried "Dermot darling; oh! come back to me."

Her beads while she numbered,

The baby still slumbered,

And smiled in her face as she bended her knee: "Oh! bless'd be that warning,

My child, thy sleep adorning,

For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.

"And while they are keeping
Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,

Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me,
And say thou would'st rather,

They'd watch o'er thy father,

For I know that the angels are whispering to thee."

The dawn of the morning
Saw Dermot returning,

And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see;
And closely caressing

Her child with a blessing,

Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering to thee."

THE MOSS ROSE.

THE Angel of the flowers one day
Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay ;—
That spirit, to whose care 'tis given
To bathe young buds in dews from heaven,—
Awaking from his light repose,

He gently whispered to the rose :
"Sweet object of my choicest care,
Who'rt fairest found where all are fair,
For the sweet shade thou'st given me,
Ask what thou wilt 'tis granted thee."
Then said the rose, with deepened glow,
"On me another grace bestow."
The spirit paused in silent thought,
What grace was there that flow'r had not?
'Twas but a moment-o'er the rose
A veil of moss the angel throws,
And rob'd in Nature's simplest weed,
Can there a flower that rose exceed?

CHARADES.

1. SAVE your chickens from my first,
Save your money from my second,
Cook your porridge in my whole,
And how thrifty you'll be reckon'd.

2. My first on Dick's skull

Is develop'd so full,

That 'twould pose Drs. Spurzheim and Gall,

And my second all swear

That Dick's genius is rare,

Yet he is but my whole after all.

Lover.

3. In my first we look at the water,
In my second we look at the blood,
My whole forms a pie for the Yankees,
And the Yankees think it good.

4. My first with the lion and tiger is class'd,
My second is of the same kind,

My whole when rude winter's dominion is pass'd,
From the willow-tree waves in the wind.

5. My first on Scotia's misty hills,
Towers high in verdant pride,
My second by their chief of yore,
Unshrinking fought and died,

My whole preserves the dairy's store,
Throughout the changing year,

And yields the wealth of summer meads
T'enrich lean winter's cheer.

6. My foremost of mice,

And my hindmost of lice,

Is the principal terror and dread,
Join'd by one of the vowels,
Then deep in earth's bowels

My whole lies a realm of the dead.

7. What tree is the most universally agreeable?
8. Which is the most ill-tempered work for ladies?
9. Why should a boy who stays away from school be reckoned
particularly industrious?

10. Ye saw my first with eye of light
Spring from his mother's knee,

And clap his little hands and laugh,
Was none so blithe as he.

How chang'd! In yonder cloistered pile
He breathes the solemn vow,

And folds the sackcloth round his loins,

My second o'er his brow;

Ah, holy brother! with my whole

Thy happiness departed,

Scorn'd love and disappointed hope

Have left thee broken-hearted.

11. What proper name in Scripture describes the names of the combatants in a duel together with the issue of the meeting?

12. My first denotes a company, my second shuns a company, my third calls a company; and my whole puzzles a company. 13. Why ought the children of a thief to be burnt?

14. Why is the letter M like good taste in playing on the piano?

15. Why is the letter F like a scandal-monger?

16. Why is Tartary like white paint?

17. Why does the letter H express all the difference between a Puseyite and an anti-Puseyite?

18. Why is Joseph and Anna like the crust and meat in a venison pasty?

19. Why is a portrait painter like a red-hot poker in cold. water?

20. Why is the letter C like frosty weather?

21. Why is the letter M like pain?

22. Why is the letter B like talking to a deaf person? 23. Why is Annie's wedding like the letter G ?

24. Why is a lady's glove-box like a cave in the wood? 25. Why is a man who is at once silly and odd like a steel breastplate?

26. Why are you studying these riddles like a very rainy day? 27. Why is the letter A like cowardice ?

28. Why is the letter O like a man who insists upon drinking two gills of ale?

29. How does the letter M make Sarah little ?

30. If a man offered to cut grass what tribe of Indians would he name?

31. 'Twas whisper'd in heaven, it was mutter'd in hell,
And echo caught softly the sound as it fell;

On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depth of the ocean its presence confess'd.
"Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder,
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
It assists at his birth and attends him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honour, and health,
"Tis the prop of his house and the end of his wealth,
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost in his prodigal heir.
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
And though unaspiring with monarchs is crown'd.
Without it the soldier or seaman may roam,
But woe to the wretch that expels it from home.

In the whisper of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drown'd.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf to the ear
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.

Yet in shade let it rest like a delicate flower,
Ah! breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.

32. From what place in England does all the butter come that is carried to London market?

33. What is that which goes from London to York without moving?

31. Why is a shrimp like a Member of Parliament ?

35. Why is a dog with a broken leg like a boy at arithmetic?

36. If all the vowels could speak why would O only be heard?

37. What coloured letters do we eat?

38. In what colour should you keep a secret?

39. Why is hatred like a translation?

40. My first is a thing many struggle to gain,

Yet when torn from its owners they seldom feel pain.
Its value the tender and weakly best prize,
Yet it's often the meed of the learned and wise.
My second is a thing of such a delicate frame,
That when put out of order it forfeits its name;
Yet look at the name, you may deem it a cause
Of confusion and tumult and breach of the laws.
My whole is produced with much labour and cost,
Yet only is made to be hidden and lost;
But when not a trace of its form can be seen,
You perceive very easily where it has been.
Its maker's engaged in a useful pursuit,
Yet is little removed from the ways of a brute.

41. A message for haste and importance so named,
My first very briefly explains;

My second is a hill in Scripture much famed,
And a place where Northumberland reigns.
A word of three syllables maketh my whole,
Without it all beauty is nought,

'Tis the life of all life, and soul of all soul,
'Tis a look, 'tis a word, 'tis a thought.

42. Why is a trumpet, although the giver of courage to others, a great coward?

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