88 The Birthday Letter. SEED-TIME AND HARVEST. E XAMPLE draws where precept fails, And oft the power of truth prevails Through means despised and weak. There's work for all, both great and small, Bring but an earnest mind. The Band of Hope's a little seed, A simple ear of corn: Yet it shall grow on vale and mead, And hill and vale adorn. Say not 'tis small and needs must fail It cannot fail, it shall prevail, THE BIRTHDAY LETTER. J. H. T. To-Nnd a curious sight met my eyes, 10-NIGHT I looked in at my study, For there at my desk was sweet Addie, To dear cousin Harry she's writing- The page is half covered; she pauses, As if gravely thinking the while, And asks "What's the day of the month, please?" With never the shade of a smile. Then down goes the date in the middle, With many a splutter and splash; News follows in rapi succession, And duly the signature's dash. Reflections in Westminster Abbey. She's weary, the dear little darling! The paper has slipped from her hand, For there is the mark of a tear ;- I think of a letter I'm writing For the dear blessed Master to see- Sad blistering tears will deface it, Erasures and blots meet His eyes; But oh! He will tenderly read it When my birthday shall dawn in the skies. 89 REFLECTIONS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. WHEN ADDISON. WHEN I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance togeth. r. 90 The Cherubs' Visit to Earth. THE BUSY THREE. G UARD, my child, thy tongue, Guard, my child, thy tongue. Guard, my child, thine eyes; Let them look on what is right; Guard, my child, thine eyes! Guard, my child, thine ear! Ear, and eye, and tongue, Children's Prize. THE CHERUBS' VISIT TO EARTH. CAMPBELL. Toplightning's locomotive powers IWO spirits reached this world of ours; Were slow to their agility: In broad daylight they moved incog., The one, a simple cherub lad, He couldn't persuade himself that man The Cherubs' Visit to Earth. The elder spirit, wise and cool, Brought down the youth as to a school; 'Twas not in their commission. They reached a sovereign city proud, Aren't these a decent, godly race?" "The dirtiest thieves on Nature's face!" "But hark what cheers they're giving Their emperor !-And is he a thief?" "Aye, and a cut-throat, too;-in brief, The greatest scoundrel living!" "But say, what were they praying for, This people and their emperor? "Why, but for God's assistance On wings outspeeding mail or post, A noble nation met its hordes, They saw a late bombarded town, And hideously, 'midst rape and sack, They saw the captives eye the dead, Death's quick reward of bravery: 91 92 A Hard Drinker. They heard the clank of chains, and then "Fie! fie!" the younger heavenly spark Earth can't be stained with crimes so black: Of fiends, and not of mortals!" No," said the elder; "no such thing: The necks of one another: They know their interests too well: Lives friendly with his brother." 66 A HARD DRINKER. COLD water! cold water!" Cried Michael McWharter, "I'm dry as a withered old stump, And I verily think I this moment could drink To the bottom of spring or pump!" Bravely boasted indeed!" Said Jonathan Meade; "And now, if you dare, I'll try you ; So afflicted with drouth, And I'll undertake to supply you!" "Ah! that's what I like," Said unthinking Mike, And stretched himself flat on the stones, With his mouth open wide, While he ravingly cried, “Oh! this thirst is consuming my bones!" Meade pumped with a will Mike soon got his fill, And was up on his feet with a jump, Vowed never again To venture to dry up the pump. |