2.-NIGHT AND DEATH. MYSTERIOUS night! when the first man but knew Who could have thought what darkness lay concealed That to such endless orbs thou makest us blind? J. BLANCO WHITE. 3. "DELIVER US FROM EVIL." 1. "DELIVER us from evil," Heavenly Father! 2. Release us from the sorrows that attend us! New vigor give to Nature's faltering frame; And, at life's close, permit us to inherit The hope that's promised in the Savior's name! G. P. MORRIS 4.- -THE SABBATH. WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn, Which slowly wakes while all the fields are still; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne, A graver murmur gurgles from the rill, And echo answers softer from the hill; DR. LEYDEN CCLXII. THE ISLE OF LONG AGO. 1. O, a wondeRFUL stream is the river Time, 2. How the winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the year in the sheaf-so they come and they go, 3. There's a magical isle up the river of Time, And the Junes with the roses are staying. 4. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago, 5. There are fragments of song that nobody sings, There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings, 6. There are hands that are waved, when the fairy shore And we some times hear, through the turbulent roar, 7. O, remembered for aye, be the blessed Isle, When the evening comes with its beautiful smile, B. F. TAYLOR. CCLXIII. LLEWELLYN AND HIS DOG. 1. THE spearmen heard the bugle sound, and cheerly smiled the morn; And many a brach, and many a hound, attend Llewellyn's horn; And still he blew a louder blast, and gave a louder cheer; 66 'Come, Gelert! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear? 2. Unpleased Llewellyn homeward hied, when, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied, bounding his lord to greet, But when he gained the castle-door, aghast the chieftain stood; The hound was smeared with gouts of gore; his lips and fangs ran blood! Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise; unused such looks to meet, His favorite checked his joyful guise, and crouched, and licked his feet. Onward in haste, Llewellyn passed (and on went Gelert, too), And still, where e'er his eyes were cast, fresh blood-gouts shocked. his view! 3. C'erturned his infant's bed he found, the blood-stained cover rent; And all around the walls and ground with recent blood besprent He called his child; no voice replied; he searched with terror wild; Blood! blood! he found on every side, but no where found his child, "Death-hound! by thee my child's devoured !” the frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword he plunged in Gelert's side. 4. Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, some slumberer wakened nigh: What words the parent's joy can tell, to hear his infant cry! Concealed beneath a mangled heap, his hurried search had missed, All glowing from his rosy sleep, his cherub boy he kissed! Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread; but the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead, tremendous still in death! Ah! what was then Llewellyn's pain! for now the truth was clear, The gallant hound the wolf had slain, to save Llewellyn's heir. 5. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe! "Best of thy kind, adieu! The frantic deed that laid thee low, this heart shall ever rue!" And now a noble tomb they raise, with costly sculpture decked; And marbles, storied with his praise, poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearmen pass, or forester, unmoved; Here oft the tear-besprinkled-grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, and oft, as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear poor Gelert's dying yell. W. R. SPENCER. CCLXIV. THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS. The chambered nautilus lives in a series of enlarging compartments, arranged in a widening spiral. It forsakes, after a time, one compartment, makes a new one and dwells there, and so on till it dies. 1. THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. 2. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! 3. Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more 4. Thanks for the heavenly message brought to thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: 5. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! DR. HOLMES. CCLXV. THE POWER OF HABIT. I REMEMBER once riding from Buffalo to the Niagara Falls. I said to a gentleman, "What river is that, sir?" "That," he said, "is Niagara river." “Well, it is a beautiful stream," said I; "bright and fair and glassy; how far off are the rapids?" "Only a mile or two," was the reply. "Is it possible that only a mile from us we shall find the water in the turbulence which it must show near to the Falls?" "You will find it so, sir." And so I found it; and the |