ND BIRD OF PARADISE.

Though the other knew his attire
Was of green and brown and gold,
Yet he scorned a fruitless satire,
And his beauty left untold.

While the proud proclaim their praises,
Modest worth retains its peace,

And in silent pity gazes

Till the silly boaster cease.

Then in faith it boldly rises,

Like the Bird of Paradise,

And the clearest sunlight prizes-
On its wing this rich device:
As I nearer rise to heaven
Will my plumage brighter grow-
Trust and love and joy are given
As we soar from all below.

THE BLUE-JAY AND BIRD OF PARADISE.

ON this branch two birds alighted-
One from northern groves, the Jay,
With his brilliant hues delighted,
Woke a noisy, saucy lay.
But the bird of Ternate listening,
From the Indian isles had flown,
And in richer plumage glistening,

Envied not the haughty one.
See what tints my robe is blending,
Sung the proud, conceited jay-
Violet hues my wings are lending

To the warm sun's golden ray.
Like a charm my vesture seizes
Every eye where'er I rove-
Not like me the warbler pleases,
While the merriest of the grove.

Though the other knew his attire

Was of green and brown and gold,
Yet he scorned a fruitless satire,

And his beauty left untold.
While the proud proclaim their praises,
Modest worth retains its peace,

And in silent pity gazes

Till the silly boaster cease.
Then in faith it boldly rises,
Like the Bird of Paradise,
And the clearest sunlight prizes—
On its wing this rich device:
As I nearer rise to heaven
Will my plumage brighter grow-
Trust and love and joy are given
As we soar from all below.

THE

CHRISTIAN FAMILY MAGAZINE,

AND

ANNUAL.

THE FORSAKEN.

BY THE EDITOR.

"FORGOTTEN ?-all that fancy wrote
Upon my breast or brain-

The dreams of life-are all forgot;
The hues of joy or pain

Have faded at the touch of grief:

Forgotten all-SAVE THOU,

Whose thought, like summer's latest leaf,
Clings to a wither'd bough."

How seldom does unalloyed friendship, sincere, mutual love, cast its healing leaves and bring forth its benign and ripened fruit around our social path!

If ministering angels ever hover around the scenes of interest that transpire on earth-if ever they shed tears of sympathy on this fallen world; it must be for that lovely, fair one, who, wooed by kindness and friendship, and won by professions of love and pledges of constancy, after all, is forsaken and left amidst the wreck of long cherished hopes, by HIм who vowed to be faithful unto death.

The man who can sport with the miseries of the unfortunate; who can trifle with the sorrows of the widow and orphan; who can riot in affluence and luxury, while those who gave him birth are suffering for the necessaries of life; can lay no claim to the ordinary feelings of humanity.

VOL. II.-NO. V.