At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran; Even children followed with endearing wile, And plucked his gown to share the good man's smile, His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed; Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distressed; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff which lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. -GOLDSMITH. THE MOUSE'S PETITION. Found in a trap, where he had been confined all night. O HEAR a pensive prisoner's prayer, For liberty that sighs; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries! For here forlorn and sad I sit And tremble at the approaching morn If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed, O do not stain with guiltless blood The scattered gleanings of a feast My frugal meals supply: The cheerful light, the vital air, The well-taught philosophic mind Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives. -MRS BARBAULD. INSTRUCTION. Он happy is the man who hears And who celestial Wisdom makes For she has treasures greater far In her right hand she holds to view According as her labours rise, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, -SCRIPTURE PARAPHRASE. INGRATITUDE. BLOW, blow thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, -SHAKSPEARE. As friend remembered not. FLY AWAY, LADYBIRD. FLY away, Ladybird-fly away- Fly from the wind of the wintry day, Why do you linger?-away, away! The flower and the tree have no home for thee; The gay and the fair are lonely and bare; Then fly away, Ladybird, fly away Away, away, away! Fly away, Ladybird-fly away Away, away, away! Go with the happy, the glad, and the gay; Gem of the garden, away, away! The flower and the tree, what are they to thee? Fly away, Ladybird, fly away- -S. C. HALL. EDWIN AND ANGELINA. “TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, To where yon taper cheers the vale For here forlorn and lost I tread, "Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder phantom only flies |