THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR. Yet I saw but one among them Who hath soothed my soul with love. In his mantle,-wound about him, And so stands he calm and childlike, O, were I like him exalted, I would be like him, a child! And my songs,-green leaves and blossoms,To the doors of heaven would bear, Calling, even in storm and tempest, Round me still these birds of air. THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL. FROM THE GERMAN OF JULIUS MOSEN, ON the cross the dying Saviour And by all the world forsaken, At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, And the Saviour speaks in mildness: "Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy rood!” And that bird is called the crossbill; In the groves of pine it singeth Songs, like legends, strange to hear. Thou little, youthful maiden, Come unto my great heart; My heart, and the sea, and the heaven, Are melting away with love! POETIC APHORISMS. FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU.-SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. MONEY. WHEREUNTO is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, Who has it has much trouble and care, Who once has had it has despair. THE BEST MEDICINES. Joy and Temperance and Repose SIN. Man-like is it to fall into sin, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees. LAW OF LIFE. Live I, so live I, To my Lord heartily, To my Prince faithfully, To my Neighbour honestly, |