An enemy-although I would not tell you
My father's name I'd guide you safe to Altorf.
Will you follow me?

Ges. Ne'er mind thy father's name.

What would it profit me to know't? Thy hand; We are not enemies.

Alb. I never had

An enemy.

Ges. Lead on.

Alb. Advance your staff

As you descend, and fix it well.

Come on.

Ges. What! must we take that step?

Alb. 'Tis nothing? Come,

I'll go before. Ne'er fear-Come on! come on!

APOLOGUE.

I.

My little girl, the other day

(Three years of age a month ago)
Wounded her finger while at play,
And saw the crimson fluid flow.
With pleading optics, raining tears,
She sought my aid, in terror wild;
I smiling said, "Dismiss your fears,
And all shall soon be well, my child."
Her little bosom ceased to swell,

While she replied, with calmer brow
"I know that you can make it well,
But how, papa? I don't see how."

II.

Our children oft entreat us thus

For succour, or for recompense,

They look with confidence to us,
As we should look to Providence,
For each infantile doubt and fear,
And every little childish grief
Is uttered to a parent's ear,

With full assurance of relief.
A grateful sense of favours past,
Incites them to petition now,
With faith in succour to the last,
Although they can't imagine how.

III.

And shall I doubtingly repine,

When clouds of dark affliction lower?
A more tender Father still is mine,
Of greater mercy, love, and power;
He clothes the lily, feeds the dove,
The meanest insect feels his care;
And shall not man confess his love,

Man, his own offspring, and his heir?
Yes, though he slay, I'll trust him still,
And still with resignation bow;

He

may relieve, he can, he will, Although I cannot yet see how.

THE BOYS AND THE FROGS.-A FABLE.

SOME school boys, one day,

Who had gone out to play,

By the side of a mill-pond, not far from their school, Saw a party of frogs,

Diving off from the logs

And stones, on the margin, to swim in the pool.

The boys, all as one,

Said "Now for some fun!

Let us pelt the young croakers and give 'em no quarter,

Till there is not a frog

That, by stone, stump, or log,

Shall dare lift his yellow chaps* out of the water."

So with full hands and hats

They brought stones and brick-bats,

And began the poor innocent creatures to slaughter; Till one, they saw jump

To the top of a stump,

That stood under the reeds, in the edge of the water.

And thus-if we're able

To credit the fable,

The thing must have filled every hearer with wonder,

'Mid a volley of stones

That threatened his bones,

He spoke to the lads in a voice like the thunder.

'Let alone-let alone

Club, brick-bat, and stone,

Naughty boys! cruel boys! and pelt us not thus ! Consider, I pray,

Consider, your play,

To you though a frolic, is murder to us.”

MORAL.

No boy should forget that each boy is his brother, Or find pleasure in that which gives pain to another.

* Pronounced chops.

A CHAPTER ON LOUNGERS.

1. ONE lounger takes up more room than two labourers.

2. Loungers are always unhappy themselves, and their presence makes others so.

3. Loungers are invariably in mischief, because they have no other employ. Mice, rats, thieves, and borrowers themselves, are a less intolerable and destructive, species of animals than loungers.

4. If you wish to injure your credit-lounge. No man of sense will ever trust you a sixpence after having detected you in lounging.

5. Lounging should be classed among the great national evils that require to be removed. If nothing else can effect a cure, there should be established a great national anti-lounging society, with auxiliaries in every city, town, village, hamlet, and-printing office-in the country.

6. When do people first begin to visit the grogshop-the bar-room-the porter-house ?-when they first learn to lounge.

7. Lounging begets idleness, restlessness, impatience of restraint, and neglect of duty.

8. Where do you hear vulgar and profane language? Among loungers. Who waste the precious hours of the Sabbath? Loungers.

9. For what purpose were theatres and playhouses invented? For the edification of loungers. Who loiter around ten-pin alleys, billiard-rooms, racegrounds, and cock-pits! Loungers.

10. Who foment the wars that desolate the earth? Princely loungers, with whom campaigns are a game

of hazard and amusement-whose dice-boards are battle-fields-whose chessmen human beings.

11. Why are all these abuses tolerated in this age of boasted light, and literature, and learning?-Because learned loungers have turned authors for their own and others' amusement, and deluge the world, not with their works but with their idleness: and because fashionable loungers read to drive away thought, not to promote thinking.

12. Honesty should not lounge-for lounging and paying seldom go together. Patriotism cannot lounge -for lounging is the nation's curse. Christian, dost thou lounge? Up, and be doing-Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might.'

THE WAY TO FIND OUT PRIDE.

PRIDE, ugly pride, sometimes is seen,
By haughty looks, and lofty mien ;
But oft'ner it is found, that pride
Loves deep within the heart to hide,
And, while the looks are mild and fair,
It sits and does its mischief there.

Now, if you really wish to find
If pride is lurking in your mind,
Inquire if you can bear a slight,
Or patiently give up your right.
Can you submissively consent
To take reproof and punishment,
And feel no angry temper start,
In any corner of your heart?