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The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown,
In deepest adoration bends;
Then most when most his soul ascends ;
The footstool of humility. 1. What song-bird soars highest ?
6. What is meant by the “better part?' 2. Where does the lark build her nest? 7. In what should we imitate Mary? 3. Which bird sings most sweetly? 8. Under whose preaching did the Lord 4. Where and when does she sing? open Lydia's heart?
5. Of what christian grace do these facts 9. Who, does the poet say, bends lowest afford an illustration ?
in presence of his God.
The sun is a glorious thing,
That comes alike to all,
The noble's painted hall.
The moonlight is a gentle thing,
It through the window gleams
The happy infant dreams.
Out on the lonely sea;
Beneath the old oak tree.
Sparkle upon the grass ;
That through the meadows pass.
More beautiful than they ;
But tread them off in play.
Beside the cottage door;
Upon the pathless moor.
As many pleasant tones,
As those who sit on thrones.
THE DYING BOY.
I knew a boy, whose infant feet had trod
“Mother! I'm dying now-
And on my brow
" I feel the cold sweat stand; My lips grow dry and tremulous, and my breath Comes feebly up. Oh! tell me, is this death ?
Mother! your hand
“ Here-lay it on my wrist, And place the other thus, beneath my head, And say, sweet mother!-say, when I am dead,
Shall I be missed ?
“Never beside your knee Shall I kneel down again at night to pray, Nor with the morning wake, and sing the lay
You taught to me!
“Oh, at the time of prayer, When you look round and see a vacant seat, You will not wait then for my coming feet
You'll miss me there!"
“Father! I'm going home! To the good home you speak of, that blest land Where it is one bright summer always, and
Storms do not come.
“I must be happy then, From pain and death you say I shall be free-That sickness never enters there, and we
Shall meet again!”
“ Brother !-the little spot I used to call my garden, where long hours We've stayed to watch the budding things and flowers,
Forget it not!
“ Plant there some box or pineSomething that lives in winter, and will be A verdant offering to my memory,
And call it mine!”
“Sister! my young rose tree-. That all the spring has been my pleasant care, Just putting forth its leaves so green and fair,
I give it thee.
"And when its roses bloom, I shall be gone away-my short life done! But will you not bestow a single one
Upon my tomb?"
“Now, mother! sing the tune You sang last night—I'm weary and must sleep! Who was it called my name ?- Nay, do not weep,
You'll all come soon!"
Morning spread over earth her rosy wings-
Voltaire and the Cottager,
Kenta. On the same
Leigh Hunt. The Dying sailor,
Crabbe. The Village Preacher,
Goldsmith The skylark,
Shelly. Hope Triumphant in Desti,
Campbell Never Despair,
IV. The Liberation,
Barry Cornwall. The Last Minstrel,
Sir Walter Scott. The Nameless Mountain Stream,
Charles Mackay. The Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Thomas Joore. The Stndy of Nature,
Jartin F. Tupper. The Faithful Bird,
Couper. Christian Patriotism,
Corper. The Song of Minona,
Ossian. Approach of Macbeth's fate,
Shabpere. of Trueply to Bolingbroke's charge
Shakspere. Scene in the Forest of Arden,
Shakspere. Flattery and Friendship,
Shakspere. Griffith's Character of Cardinal Wolsey, - Shakspere. Soliloquy of Henry IV. on Sleep, Shakspere. Overthrow of the Rebel Angels,
Milton. Satan Summoning the Rebel Angels, Milton. Satan Encountering Sin and Death, Milton. Eve's Lament, on hearing the Sentence, Milton. The Expulsion from Paradise,
Milton. The Death of Lausus,
Dryden's Virgil. Hector and Andromache,
Pope's Homer. The Play Place of Early Days,
Southey. Domestic Happiness,
Coleridge. The Divine Origin of Man,
Wordsworth To my Mother,
Henry Kirke White 'lbe War-Horge,