Though we see, on looking round us, We must free the soul from thraldom, YOUNG AND OLD MEN, RICH AND POOR MEN, Life is but a scene of labour, Every one his task assigned: ALL MUST THEN BE UP AND STIRRING, WITH DETERMINATION TRUE : YOUNG MEN, OLD MEN, RICH MEN, POOR MEN, "Oh! look at that great ugly spider," said Ann, And, screaming, she knocked it away with her fan; "'Tis a great ugly creature as ever can be ; I wish that it would not come crawling on me." 66 Indeed," said her mother," I'll venture to say "Twill take care, next time, not to come in your way; For after the fright, and the fall and the pain, I'm sure it has much the most cause to complain. "Now why should you hate the poor insect, my dear? If it hurt you you'd have some excuse for your fear; And if it had known where it was going to, "Twould have hurried away, and not crawl'd upon you. "For them to fear us is but natural and just, Who in less than a moment could tread them to dust; But certainly we have no cause for alarm, For e'en if they tried they could do us ne harm. 66 'Now LOOK-it has got to its home, do you see What a fine curious web it has wove in the tree ? Now this, my dear Ann, is a lesson for you : ONLY SEE WHAT INDUSTRY AND PATIENCE CAN DO ! "So when at your bus'ness you idle and play, Recollect what you've seen of this insect to-day, For fear it should even be found to be true That a poor little spider is better than you." NOTHING TO DO. [Earnest, and with care in the dialogue.] "NOTHING TO DO!" thou Christian soul, THERE ARE FOES TO MEET WITHIN AND WITHOUT, "NOTHING TO DO!" and thy Saviour said, Lest, faint, we cry, "SO MUCH TO DO." " SPIRITUAL ARITHMETIC. Teach us, O Lord, to NUMBER well Though young in years, oh, make us wise IMPROVE our time, and seek Thy grace While in the SCHOOL of life we stay, Be thou our TEACHER, Lord, we pray, Thy mercies, Lord, how great the sum, Our days flow swiftly as the tide, Oh, help us to DIVIDE our days, Oh, may we all APPLY the heart, That we to others may impart What we have LEARNT at school! ALL HAVE WORK TO DO. [Cheerful and boldly.] "Stop, little stream, and tell me why Thou'rt running on so fast, For ever gliding swiftly by, And yet thou'rt never past. "I love to look into thy face, And watch the dimpling eddies play, "Thou must be very happy here, "The pretty robin sings to thee The little streamlet heeded not ""Tis true, I've squirrels, birds and flowers, But still I must not stay. "Like TRUTH, I have my work to do, My errand to fulfil : I cool the weary traveller's lips And help the sea to fill. "If I should stop and idly lie Upon my pebbly bed, Soon all my freshness would be gone, "Our heavenly Father gives to all "So, little child, YOUR DUTY DO, IN CHEERFULNESS ALL DAY, TO-MORROW. BY NATHANIEL COTTON. TO-MORROW, didst thou say? Methought I heard Horatio say, TO-MORROW! And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and promises, TO-MORROW? It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of lime, Unless perchance in the FOOL'S CALENDAR. With those who own it. No, my dear Horatio, Wrought of such stuff as DREAMS are; and as baseless As the fantastic visions of the evening. - But soft, my friend, arrest the present moments,- Didst let them pass unnoticed, unimproved. And know, for that thou slumberedst on thy guard, For every fugitive; and when thou thus Of hoodwinked JUSTICE,- -WHO shall tell thy audit? Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings; "TIS OF MORE WORTH THAN KINGDOMS! far more preciou Than all the crimson treasures of life's fount. Oh! LET IT NOT ELUDE THY GRASP, But, like the good old patriarch upon record, HOLD THE FLEET ANGEL FAST UNTIL HE BLESS THEE. |