And Peter points the narrow way in which the saints are lead. John in his three epistles on love delights to dwell, While Jude gives awful warning of judgment, wrath, and hell. The Revelation prophesies of that tremendous day When Christ, and Christ alone, shall be the trembling sinner's stay. ON DRESS. J. ASHBY-STERRY. When days grow short and chilly, To agitate the town; And novelties devises, When Autumn leaves drift down! Will higher grow our shoulders? By fitting to the arm? The wrapping of each fair? Or white or russet-brown? To forecast who is able? When Autumn leaves drift down! Will petticoats be snowy, Will frocks be short or long? A simper, smile or frown? Or will our style be simple, When Autumn leaves drift down? THE MILLER OF THE DEE. CHARLES MACKAY. There dwelt a miller hale and bold, Beside the river Dee!" He work'd and sang from morn to night, No lark more blithe than he; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be,— "I envy nobody: no, not I, And nobody envies me!" "Thou'rt wrong, my friend!" said old King Hal "Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be; For could my heart be light as thine, And tell me now what makes thee sing While I am sad, though I'm the King, The miller smiled and doff'd his cap: I owe no penny I cannot pay; I thank the river Dee, That turns the mill that grinds the corn, "Good friend," said Hal, and sigh'd the while, "Farewell! and happy be: But say no more, if thou'dst be true, That no one envies thee. Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,- MARINER'S HYMN. ROBERT SOUTHEY. Launch thy bark, mariner! Tempests will come; Christian, steer home! Look to the weather bow, What of the night, watchman? What of the night? "Cloudy, all quiet, No land yet, all's right." Be wakeful, be vigilant, Danger may be At an hour when all seemeth Securest to thee. How! gains the leak so fast? |