idleness and folly; they believe nothing, because they do nothing; whereas the great worker, who has achieved what the world wonders at, has a credulous brain, and believes in miracles. A divine benediction attends on true work; its spirit is indeed the little fairy which turns everything into gold; and that man or woman who instils into his or her children habits of industry, who teaches them self-dependence, "to scorn delights, and live laborious days," does much better than they who, after working painfully themselves, leave to their children a fortune which will corrupt by inducing an indolence which will surely prove a curse. (By permission of the Author.) THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS. JOHN GAY. FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, A Hare, who in a civil way, As forth she went at early dawn, She doubles, to mislead the hound, She next the stately Bull implored, I To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence: a favourite cow You know, all other things give place. The Goat remarked her pulse was high, The Sheep was feeble, and complained She now the trotting Calf addressed, Older and abler passed you by; ADVENT HYMN. H. H. MILMAN, D.D., Dean of St. Paul's. THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd, The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard! The judgment the judgment! the thrones are all set, Oh, mercy! oh, mercy! look down from above, When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, THE HOUR OF PRAYER. MRS. HEMANS. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, Traveller, in the stranger's land, Warrior, that from battle won A MOTHER'S INFLUENCE. MRS. PARTON. "AND So you sail to-morrow, Will? I shall miss you." "Yes; I'm bound to see the world. I've been beating my wings in desperation against the wires of my cage these three years. I know every stick, and stone, and stump in this odious village by heart, as well as those stereotyped sermons of Parson Grey's. They say he calls me a scapegrace'-pity I should have the name without the game," said he, bitterly. "I haven't room here to run the length of my chain. I'll show him what I can do in a wider field of action." "But how did you bring your father over?" "Oh, he's very glad to get rid of me; quite disgusted because I've no fancy for seeing corn and oats grow. The truth is, every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son; the old gentleman never understood me; he soured my temper, which was originally none of the best, roused all the worst feelings in my nature, and is constantly driving me from instead of to the point he would have me reach." "And your mother?" "Well, there you have me; that's the only humanized portion of my heart-the only soft spot in it. She came to my bedside last night, after she thought I was asleep, gently kissed my forehead, and then knelt by my bedside. Harry, I've been wandering round the fields all the morning, to try to get rid of that prayer. Old Parson Grey might preach at me till the millennium, and he wouldn't move me any more than that stone. It makes all the difference in the world when you know a person feels what they are praying about. I'm wild, and reckless, and wicked, I suppose; but I shall never be an infidel while I can remember my mother. You should see the way she bears my father's impetuous temper; that's grace, not nature, Harry; but don't let us talk about it-I only wish my parting with her was well over. Good-bye; God bless you, Harry; you'll hear from me, if the fishes don't make a supper of me;" and Will left his friend and entered the cottage. Will's mother was moving nervously and restlessly about, tying up all sorts of mysterious little parcels that only mothers think of, "in case he should be sick,” or in case he should be this, that, or the other, interrupted occa |