broke down the bridge of my nose, cut my upper lip, and knocked out three of my front teeth. I suffered dreadfully on account of it, as you may suppose, and my face ain't well enough yet to make me fit to be seen, 'spccially by the women folks. (Coughs.) Oh, dear! but that ain't all, Doctor; I've got fifteen corns on my toesand I'm afeard I'm a going to have the " yaller janders." (Coughs.)-DR. VALENTINE. ΜΥ LOST AND FOUND. MY Which my rich neighbor makes his daily care. daily walk was through a garden fair, The flowers are his, and yet I called my own And when I touched its leaves with tender care With beauty on its leaves, and to my sense I questioned not who planted it, nor where And brood upon my loss, and nurse my wrong. Enjoy a feast and rest prepared for me. Which throws across the sky its glittering span, A crown of rarest jewels, and of flowers Upon the wreath and scan the glowing maze Oh, gracious friend, I see the lesson now! THOMAS B. APPLEGET. DESPAIR IS NEVER QUITE DESPAIR HE gloomiest day hath gleams of light, THE The darkest wave hath bright foam near it; And twinkles through the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it. The gloomiest soul is not all gloom, The saddest hour is not all sadness; And sweetly o'er the darkest doom There shines some lingering beam of gladness. Despair is never quite despair, MRS. HEMANS. BLINDNESS. T would be a dreadful thing to me to lose my sight; to see no more the faces of those I love, nor the sweet blue of heaven, nor the myriad stars that gem the sky, nor the dissolving clouds that pass over it, nor the bat tling ships upon the sea, nor the mountains with their changing lines of light and shade, nor the loveliness of flowers, nor the burnished mail of insects. But I should do as other blind men have done before me: I should take God's rod and staff for my guide and comfort, and wait patiently for death to bring better light to nobler eyes. O ye who are living in the darkness of sin! turn before it is too late to the light of holiness, else death will bring to you not recreation, but retribution. Earthly blindness can be borne, for it is but for a day; but who could bear to be blind through eternity? H. W. BEECHER. NEGRO PRAYER. LORD, bless de teacher who come so far to 'struct us in de way to heaven. Rock her in de cradle of love. Backen de word of power in her heart dat she may hab souls for her hire, and many stars in her crown in de great gitten up mornin', when de general roll is called; and when all de battles is over may she full kivered wid victory, be buried wid de honors of war and rise to wear de long white robe in glory, and walk de shinin' streets in silvern slippers, down by de golden sunrise, close to de great white throne, and dere may she strike glad hands wid all her dear scholars, and praise you, O God, for ever and ever, for Jesus' sake. Amen. H, with what pride I used To walk these hills, and look up to my God, And bless him that the land was free! 'T was free From end to end, from cliff to lake, 't was free! |