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Without one fellow-creature staying
To list the sad words he was saying.
At last a gentle lady stopped,
For she had seen a tear that dropped ;
She gazed upon his cheek so pale,
And heard him tell this simple tale.

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“Oh, lady, buy my violets, pray!
For I have walked a weary way;
Long miles I trod before I found
The primrose bank and violet mound.
I'm hungry, penniless, and cold,
My flowers will fade before they 're sold,
I've not touched food since yesterday ;
Oh, lady, buy my violets, pray !"
The child was telling mournful truth,
He had no friends to guard his youth,
And there he stood, with roofless head,
And whitened lips that prayed for bread.
The gentle lady gave him pence,
And kindly bade him hasten hence
And purchase food.—The hungry boy
Looked up with gratitude and joy,
And fast and eagerly he went,
And honestly the mite was spent.
It chanced, the lady strolling back
Upon the very self-same track,
Espied him sitting low and lone
Upon a seat of humble stone,
Devouring with an earnest zeal
The simple loaf that formed his meal;
And as he ate his relished fare,
'Twas plain he'd not a bit to spare.
A dog-a lean and famished brute,
Most sadly pitiful,—though mute,
Just at that moment dared to come
And watch for any falling crumb.

His ribs stood plainly through his hide,
And fearfully he crouched beside
The violet-boy, as though in dread,
Of getting blows instead of bread.
The boy looked down upon the beast
And for an instant staid his feast;
But soon he spoke in coaxing tones,
Patting the creature's staring bones;
Then lured him close, and gave him part
Of what had cheered his own young heart;
He
gave

the poor dog many a bit,
Without one thought of grudging it,
Though he himself was hungry still,
And had not eaten half his fill.
And so not knowing who had seen them,
The staff of life was shared between them.
The lady who had marked the deed,
Now walked towards the child of need,
And asked him why he gave away
His bread, that would have served the day?
“ An hour ago," the boy replied,
“You gave me money when I cried,
And had compassion when I sought
The food your kindly mercy brought.
This poor dog came to ask of me,
As I before had craved of thee;
I'd suffered long the bitter woe,
The cold and starving only know,
And, lady, say, what could I do?
For he was cold and starving too!”
The lady smiled, and rightly guessed,
There must be good in such a breast;
That 'mid all sorrow Want could bring,
Still helped a dumb and friendless thing.
She questioned him,--and all he told,
Did but the mournful truth unfold :
His father in the churchyard lying,
His mother in her straw bed dying,

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His only brother gone to sea,
And none on earth who cared to be,
Acquainted with a wretched tale,
That only breathed in doleful wail.
She sought him out—she had him taught
To live as honest people ought;
To gladly work-to wisely read,
To spend and save with prudent heed ;
She found a good man to employ
The little pallid starving boy,
And amply did his worth repay
Her charity, that cold spring day.
That boy may now be often seen
In comely garments neat and clean
With rosy cheeks and bounding feet
Pacing that very city street:
And sometimes in his leisure hours,
He goes among the fields and flowers;
And then an old dog trots along,
With ribs well covered, sleek and strong,
And licks his hand and seems to know
It saved him, starving, long ago.
Perchance that boy may sometime be
A merchant of a high degree ;
Perchance he may not gather wealth, -
Content with happiness and health,-
But this is sure, that come what may
Of fame or fortune in his way,
His riches and his rank will spring
Through mercy to a poor dumb thing.

ELIZA Cook. WITHIN

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KIRKSTALL ABBEY.

distance of three miles westward from Leeds is the village of Kirkstall, through which runs the river Aire. This village is chiefly remarkable, on account of the ruins of the ancient Abbey of Kirkstall.

Among the monastic ruins in the north of England, Kirkstall Abbey holds a distinguished rank ; being next in importance to Bolton Abbey and Fountain's Abbey. It is now seven hundred years since the abbey was built. Sir Henry de Lacey was its founder. He, when he had lost his health, made a vow, that if he should regain his health, he would build an abbey to the honour of the Virgin Mary. Accordingly, when he had recovered his health, he proceeded with the erection of Kirkstall Abbey. When it was fit for occupation, it was taken possession of by monks of the Cistercian Order, to whom it was presented by Sir Henry de Lacy.

The Order of the Cistercian Monks was originated by a Benedictine monk of the name of Robert, a member of a noble family, who was of opinion that reformation was required in the conduct which was then allowed to the Monastic Orders ; and he, therefore, resolved to found

; a new order, which should be governed by stricter rules

than those which were observed by the existing orders. Hence, in the year 1098, he with twenty other monks retired to a lonely district called Cistercium, not far from Dijon, in France, and established a society of monks, over which Robert presided; until, by an order from the Pope, he removed to preside over the monastery of Mosleme, to which he formerly belonged. The new monastery was, however continued, and the new order of monks received a great accession in the year 1113, by the admission of Bernard and about thirty of his companions into the Monastery of Cistericium—sometimes called the Monastery of Citeaux.

Bernard was a descendent from a very respectable family, and his mother, according to the knowledge which she possessed, was a pious woman, and diligently inculcated religious principles into the minds of her children. Bernard subjected himself to a course of great self-denial, and at the early age of 25 years become the chief of the monastery of the Cistercians. From that time, many men of all ranks and stations flocked to this monastery, which soon acquired so high a repute for the sanctity of its members, that numerous applications were soon made for monks of this order, to be sent to establish new monasteries, or to reform old ones, in various parts of France, Italy, Spain, Germany, England, and other countries.

Fifty years after the commencement of the Order of the Cistercians, it possessed five hundred abbeys, or establishments, and in another fifty years the abbeys possessed by this order of monks had increased to one thousand eight hundred. The Cistercians at first wore a black habit or cloak; but this was changed for a white habit; and it was said that the Virgin Mary had given a white habit to the second prior of the abbey. A Roman Catholic writer gives the following account of the Cistercians. He says, “The whole Church of Christ was full of the high reputation and opinion of their sanctity, as it were with the odour of some divine balsam, and that there was no country or province wherein this vine, loaded with blessings, had not spread forth its branches. They neither

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