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Y daughter, go and pray! See, night is come:
One golden planet pierces through the gloom;

Trembles the misty outline of the hill.

Listen! the distant wheels in darkness glide-
All else is hushed; the tree by the roadside

Shakes in the wind its dust-strewn branches still.
Day is for evil, weariness, and pain.
Let us to prayer! calm night is come again :

The wind among the ruined towers so bare
Sighs mournfully the herds, the flocks, the streams,
All suffer, all complain; worn nature seems

Longing for peace, for slumber, and for prayer.
It is the hour when babes with angels speak.
While we are rushing to our pleasures weak

And sinful, all young children, with bent knees,
Eyes raised to Heaven, and small hands folded fair,
Say at the self-same hour the self-same prayer

On our behalf, to Him who all things sees. No. 135.



And then they sleep. Oh peaceful cradle-sleep!
Oh childhood's hallowed prayer! religion deep

Of love, not fear, in happiness expressed !
So the young bird, when done its twilight lay
Of praise, folds peacefully at shut of day

Its head beneath its wing, and sinks to rest.


Pray thou for all who living tread

Upon this earth of graves;
For all whose weary pathways lead

Among the winds and waves;
For him who madly takes delight
In pomp of silken mantle bright,

Or swiftness of a horse;
For those who, labouring, suffer still ;
Coming or going—doing ill-

Or on their heavenward course.

Pray thou for him who nightly sins

Until the day dawns bright-.
Who at eve's hour of prayer begins

His dance and banquet light;
Whose impious orgies wildly ring,
Whilst pious hearts are offering

Their prayers at twilight dim;
And who, those vespers all forgot,
Pursues his sin, and thinketh not

God also heareth him.
Child ! pray for all the poor

The prisoner in his cell,
And those who in the city wide

With crime and misery dwell;
For the wise sage who thinks and dreams;
For him who impiously blasphemes

Religion's holy law.
Pray thou—for prayer is infinite-
Thy faith may give the scorner light,

Thy prayer forgiveness draw.

D. M. M.


All is light and all is joy.
The spider's foot doth busily
Unto the silken tulips tie

The dragon-fly on fluttering wings,
Mirrors the orbs of her large eyes
In the bright pond where creeping things
Make a dark world of mysteries.

The full-blown rose, grown young again,
Kisses the sweet bud's tender blush;
The bird


forth his tuneful strain Within the sun-illumined bush.

He blesses God, who ne'er is hid
From the pure soul to virtue given;
Who makes the dawn a fiery lid
For the azure eye of heaven.

In woods that soften every sound,
The timid fawn doth dreaming play
And in the green moss shining round,
Beetles their living gold display.

The moon, all pale in sunlit skies,
A cheerful convalescent seems;
And opens soft her opal eyes,
Whence heaven's sweetness downward streams.

The wallflower with the gamesome bee
Plays by the crumbling ruins old;
The furrow waketh joyfully,
Moved by the seeds that burst their fold.
All lives and sits around with grace-
The sunbeam on the threshold wide,
The gliding shade on the water's face,
The blue sky on the green

hill's side.
On joyful plains bright sun-rays fall,
Woods murmur, fields with flowers are clad.
Fear nothing, man; for nature all
Knows the great secret, and is glad !




THERE is an unknown language spoken

By the loud winds that sweep the sky;
By the dark storm-clouds, thunder-broken,

And waves on rocks that dash and die;


By the lone star, whose beams wax pale,
The moonlight sleeping on the vale,
The mariner's sweet distant hymn,
The horizon that before us flies,
The crystal firmament that lies

In the smooth sea reflected dim.

"Tis breathed by the cool streams at morning,
The sunset on the mountain's shades,
The snow that daybreak is adorning,
And eve that on the turret fades;
The city's sounds that rise and sink,
The fair swan on the river's brink,

The quivering cypress' murmured sighs,
The ancient temple on the hill,
The solemn silence, deep and still,
Within the forest's mysteries.

Of Thee, oh God! this voice is telling,
Thou who art truth, life, hope, and love;
On whom night calls from her dark dwelling,
To whom bright morning looks above;
Of Thee-proclaimed by every sound,
Whom nature's all-mysterious round
Declares, yet not defines Thy light;
Of Thee, the abyss and source, whence all
Our souls proceed, in which they fall,

Who hast but one name-INFINITE.
All men on earth may hear and treasure
This voice, resounding from all time;
Each one, according to his measure
Interpreting its sense sublime.
But ah! the more our spirits weak
Within its holy depths would seek,

The more this vain world's pleasures cloy;
A weight too great for earthly mind,
O'erwhelms its powers, until we find

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In solitude our only joy.

So when the feeble eyeball fixes

Its sight upon the glorious sun,
Whose gold-emblazoned chariot mixes
With rosy clouds that towards it run;
The dazzled gaze all powerless sinks,
Blind with the radiance which it drinks,
And sees but gloomy specks float by;
And darkness indistinct o'ershade
Wood, meadow, hill, and pleasant glade,
And the clear bosom of the sky.


D. M. M.


You'll make yourself ill, and then the poor baby will suffer. These women always look to the worst side of everything," continued he, leading Lisle towards the window.

“ The least thing upsets them, and there's no getting them to listen to reason. “But what's the matter?" reiterated Lisle. “What's that man doing here?

" It's the most unlucky thing," replied Williams, " that ever happened. A twelvemonth ago I gave Martina and Co. a bill for five hundred pounds, making sure that before it became due I should have touched old Patty's legacy, and have been able to take it up. But the time's expired, and my bill is returned dishonoured; and though they are literally now keeping body and soul together by administering a teaspoonful of gruel with brandy in it every quarter of an hour, yet alive she is; and, what's more, perfectly sensible, and as capable of altering her will as ever she was in her life, if she choose to do it. Now, though certainly to be carried to jail, and have an execution in one's house, would be very unpleasant, and would occasion great loss and sacrifice of my property, not to mention the discredit of the thing, yet I would submit to all the inconvenience a thousand times, rather than make another application to you, who have already done so much for me. I'm sure if you had been my brother you could not have been kinder, as Mary and I often say; and there very

few men in the world who have heart enough to do as much for their own relations, much less for those who have no claim on them. But the less our claim, the greater has been your kindness, and the more grateful we are bound to be; and it is for that very reason that I am so distressed about this business. You see, if I am arrested, and old Patty hears of it-and there will be plenty glad enough to tell her—she'll alter her will as sure as my name is Williams; and then how I am ever to discharge my debt to you, I honestly co ess I don't know."

Nothing could be more certain than the imminence of this danger. Mr Lisle was perfectly aware that the only chance of saving his money was by means of Miss Patty's legacy, and he was much disposed to think with Williams, that, if she once became aware of the real state of her nephew's affairs, she would take very good care that her money should not be lavished in the vain attempt to extricate him from difficulties of his own incurring. Now it was that Lisle began to feel the magnitude of his first error; that had led the way to a second ; and now here was a third dilemma, much more potent and pressing than the second. He certainly could pay the seven hundred pounds, as he had told his wife, should the bill become due before the old lady's death, because, as he had no arrears of debt, and his credit was good, he trusted that his own creditors would not be importunatė; but the loss of the whole twelve hundred pounds would be a ruinous blow, and would involve him in embarrassments that he could not see his way

out of at all. What was to be done? He asked Williams

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