CHRIST'S TEACHINGS. The birds, they are like children 17 CHRIST'S TEACHINGS. FROM everything our Saviour saw The reed, that trembles in the wind; The pearls, that deep in ocean lie; CAROLINE FRY. HEAVEN. "OH! is there a mansion for me, And is there a mansion for you? Mamma? And is there a mansion for dear Papa? And will there be no more sickness or pain, Oh! Mamma, will you tell me once again? I love to hear it so !" "There's a mansion for every one, my child, When his work on earth is done, Who to God the Father is reconciled And sickness and sorrow shall never come In that bright abode to dwell; WHEN IS THE TIME TO DIE? I ASK'D the glad and happy child Whose hands were fill'd with flowers, I ask'd the maiden; back she threw Grief's traces o'er her cheeks I knew, "Not now," she cried, "oh, no! not now! Youth is no time to die." I ask'd a mother, as she press'd 66 I question'd one in manhood's prime His brow was furrow'd not by time, And flash'd with Scorn his eye,- I question'd age, for whom the tomb (For death, who withers life and bloom, This man of had spared.) years Once more his nature's dying fire 66 Then gasp'd, and groan'd, and died. I ask'd a Christian-" Answer thou; He spoke the language of his soul— 66 "My Master's time is mine." LEISURE HOUR. THE KING AND THE SPIDER. KING Bruce of Scotland flung himself down In a lonely mood to think; 'Tis true he was monarch, and wore a crown, But his heart was beginning to sink. For he had been trying to do a great deed, To make his people glad, He had tried, and tried, but couldn't succeed, He flung himself down in low despair, And after a while as he ponder'd there, "I'll give it all up," said he. Now just at the moment a spider dropp'd, With its silken cobweb clue, And the king in the midst of his thinking stopp'd To see what the spider would do. 'Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome, And it hung by a rope so fine, That how it would get to its cobweb home, King Bruce could not divine. |