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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,
And so he became quite sad.

He flung himself down in low despair,
As grieved as man could be ;

And after a while as he pondered there,
"I'll give it all up," said he.

Now just at the moment a spider dropped,

With its silken cobweb clue,

And the king in the midst of his thinking stopped
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.

It soon began to cling and crawl

Straight up with strong endeavour,
But down it came, with a slipping sprawl,
As near to the ground as ever.

Up, up it ran, not a second it stayed,
To utter the least complaint,

Till it fell still lower, and there it laid,
A little dizzy and faint.

Its head grew steady-again it went,
And travelled a half yard higher,
"Twas a delicate thread it had to tread,
And a road where its feet would tire.

Again it fell and swung below,

But again it quickly mounted,

Till up and down, now fast, now slow,
Nine brave attempts were counted.

"Sure," cried the king, " that foolish thing

Will strive no more to climb,

When it toils so hard to reach and cling,
And tumbles every time."

NEVER GIVE UP.

But up the insect went once more,
Ah me, 'tis an anxious minute,
He's only a foot from his cobweb door,
Oh, say will he lose or win it!

Steadily, steadily, inch by inch,
Higher and higher he got,

And a bold little run at the very last pinch,
Put him into his native spot.

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"Bravo, bravo!" the king cried out, "All honour to those who try, The spider up there defied despair,

He conquered, and why shouldn't I?”

And Bruce of Scotland braced his mind,
And gossips tell the tale,

That he tried once more as he tried before,
And that time he did not fail.

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ELIZA COOK.

XXII. NEVER GIVE UP.

"MAN, amidst the fluctuations of his own feelings and of passing events, ought to resemble the ship, which currents may carry and winds may impel from her course, but which, amidst every deviation, still presses onward to her port with unremitted perseverance. In the coolness of reflection, he ought to survey his affairs with a dispassionate and comprehensive eye, and, having fixed on his plan, take the necessary steps to accomplish it, regardless of the temporary mutations of his mind, the monotony of the same track, the apathy of exhausted attention, or the blandishments of new projects."-Essays on the Formation and Publication of Opinions.

NEVER give up! it is wiser and better
Always to hope, than once to despair!
Fling off the load of Doubt's heavy fetter,
And break the dark spell of tyrannical care:

Never give up! or the burthen may sink you,-
Providence kindly has mingled the cup,
And in all trials or troubles, bethink you,

The watchword of life must be, Never give up!
Never give up! there are chances and changes
Helping the hopeful a hundred to one,
And through the chaos High Wisdom arranges
Ever success, if you'll only hope on:
Never give up! for the wisest is boldest,
Knowing that Providence mingles the cup,
And of all maxims the best, as the oldest,
Is the true watchword of Never give up.
Never give up! though the grape-shot may rattle,
Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst:
Stand like a rock,-and the storm or the battle
Little shall harm you, though doing the worst:
Never give up! if adversity presses,

Providence wisely has mingled the cup,
And the best counsel in all your distresses,
Is the stout watchword of Never give up!

TUPPER'S Ballads and Poems.

XXIII. COURAGE!

A BALLAD FOR TROUBLOUS TIMES.

Accept

"TRUST thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. the place the divine Providence has found for you; the society of your contemporaries, the connexion of events. Great men have

always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the Eternal was stirring at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not pinched in a corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but redeemers and benefactors, pious aspirants to be noble clay; plastic under the Almighty effort, let us advance and advance on Chaos and the Dark."-R. W. Emerson.

DANGERS do not dare me,

Terrors cannot scare me,
God my guide, I'll bear me
Manfully for ever.

Trouble's darkest hour

Shall not make me cower

To the Spectre's power,

Never, never, never!

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XXIV. BEST CURE FOR TROUBLE.

"THE great principle of human satisfaction is engagement. It is a most just distinction, which the late Mr. Tucker has dwelt upon so largely in his works, between pleasures in which we are passive, and pleasures in which we are active. And, I believe, every attentive observer of human life will assent to his position, that however grateful the sensations may occasionally be in which we are passive, it is not these but the latter class of our pleasures which constitutes satisfaction; which supply that regular stream of moderate and miscellaneous enjoyments in which happiness, as distinguished from voluptuousness consists."-Paley.

BEN BRISK a philosopher was,

In the genuine sense of the word;

And he held that repining, whatever the cause,
Was unmanly, and weak, and absurd.

When Mat Mope was assaulted by Trouble,
Though in morals as pure as a vestal,
He sighed, and exclaimed "Life's a bubble,"
Then blew it away with a pistol!

Tom Tipple, when trouble intruded,

And his fortune and credit were sunk,

By a too common error deluded,

Drowned Trouble, and made himself drunk.

But Ben had a way of his own,

When grievances made him uneasy,
He bade the blue devils be gone,

Braved trouble, and made himself busy.
When sorrow embitters our days

And poisons each source of enjoyment;
The surest specific, he says,

For Trouble and Grief is-Employment.

ANONYMOUS.

XXV. GO ON !

"Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present: it is thine.

Go forth to meet the

shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart."-Longfellow.

Go on! go on! no moments wait
To help the right;

Be strong in faith, and emulate
The virtues of the good and great
With all thy might—

Go on!

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