Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,

This man possessed-five hundred pounds a year. Blush grandeur, blush! proud courts withdraw

your blaze!

Ye little stars! hide your diminished

rays.

-ALEXANDER POPE.

"TOO LATE."

Too late to rise—too late for school,
Too late to keep by each good rule;
The sluggard soon becomes a fool;
Oh never be "too late.”

Oh use the precious hours to-day,
To gather knowledge while you may,
For quickly hasteth Time away;
Then never be "too late."

And grateful to your parents be,
For tenderly they've cared for thee,
And soon on earth ye may them see
No more and mourn- "too late."

And to thy suffering brother-man,

Give aid and comfort while ye can,

Aye like the good Samaritan;

Ere yet it be "too late.”

C. C.

To all, Death hasteth on apace,

Then seek thy Heavenly Father's face,
Through life to guide thee by His grace;
Ere yet it be "too late."

LLEWELLYN AND THE GREYHOUND.

A BALLAD.

THE spearman heard the bugle sound,
And cheer❜ly smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound,
Attend Llewellyn's horn.

And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a louder cheer;
"Come, Gelert! why art thou the last
Llewellyn's horn to hear?

Oh where does faithful Gelert roam,
The flower of all his race;

So true, so brave-a lamb at home,
A lion in the chase?"

'Twas only at Llewellyn's board

The faithful Gelert fed;

He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentineled his bed.

In sooth he was a peerless hound,
The gift of Royal John;

But now no Gelert could be found,
And all the chase rode on.

And now as over rocks and dells
The gallant chidings rise,
All Snowden's craggy chaos yells
With many mingled cries.

That day Llewellyn little loved
The chase of hart or hare,

And scant and small the booty proved,
For Gelert was not there.

Unpleased Llewellyn homeward hied,
When, near the portal seat,
His truant Gelert he espied,
Bounding his lord to greet.

But when he gained the castle-door,

Aghast the chieftain stood

The hound was smeared with gouts of
His lips and fangs ran blood!

Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise,
Unused such looks to meet;

His favourite checked his joyful guise,
And crouched, and licked his feet.

gore;

Onward in haste Llewellyn passed
(And on went Gelert too),
And still, where'er his eyes he cast,
Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view!

O'erturned his infant's bed he found,
The blood-stained cover rent;
And all around the walls and ground
With recent blood besprent.

He called his child—no voice replied;
He searched with terror wild;
Blood! blood! he found on every side,
But nowhere found his child!

"Hell-hound! by thee my

child's devoured!"

The frantic father cried;

And to the hilt his vengeful sword
He plunged in Gelert's side.

His suppliant, as to earth he fell,
No pity could impart;
But still his Gelert's dying yell
Passed heavy o'er his heart.

Aroused by Gelert's dying yell,

Some slumberer wakened nigh;

What words the parent's joy can tell,
To hear his infant cry!

D

Concealed beneath a mangled heap,

His hurried search had missed, All glowing from his rosy sleep, His cherub boy he kissed!

No scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread

But the same couch beneath
Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead;
Tremendous still in death!

Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain!
For now the truth was clear;
The gallant hound the wolf had slain,
To save Llewellyn's heir.

Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's wo:
“Best of thy kind adieu!

The frantic deed that laid thee low,
This heart shall ever rue!"

And now a gallant tomb they raise,
With costly sculpture decked;
And marbles storied with his praise
Poor Gelert's bones protect.

Here never could the spearmen pass,
Or forester unmoved;

Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass

Llewellyn's sorrow proved.

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