BE KIND TO OLD AGE. BE ever kind to those who bend For they were once, like thee, my friend, But bitter cares and weary years Till nought remains but age And darkening, dim decay. and tears, Life's sweetest hours have hastened past, Its bloom is faded now, And dusky twilight deepens fast Along the furrowed brow. And soon the shattered remnants all Like withered autumn leaves. O, then be kind, where'er thou art! Cheer thou the weary pilgrim on To yonder mansion cold; And may the same for thee be done When thou thyself art old. GOOD NIGHT. DAY is past. Stars have set their watch at last, Founts that through the deep woods flow, Make sweet sounds unheard till now, Flowers have shut with fading light Good night. Dreams of heaven on mourners fall! Exile, o'er thy couch may gleams Good night! TIME FOR ALL THINGS. THERE is a time to live! "Tis when When we can dry the mourner's tears, There is a time to work! The daylight lasts; 'Tis while While God prolongs existence here, There is a time to play! 'Tis when When daylight disappears from earth, 'There is a time to weep! 'Tis when The world is dark; When parents, friends, and loved ones die, And our fond hopes in ruin lie, And life and beauty quickly fly There is a time to love! 'Tis when When friends with kindness cluster round, There is a time to dance! 'Tis when On flowery plains and verdant hills, There is a time to pray! "Tis when In times of happiness or woe, When joy or ill the heart doth know, And always pray. There is a time to die! 'Tis when Our work is done; 'Tis when our peace with God is made, And from our eyes the earth doth fade, O BURNS AND HIS HIGHLAND MARY. FEW poets have a deeper hold on the hearts of the New Englanders than Robert Burns, whose errors are forgotten in the contemplation of his genius and his worth. We recently had in our possession the identical pair of Bibles presented by the immortal Burns to the dearest object of his affections, Highland Mary, on the banks of the winding Ayr, when he spent with her "one day of parting love." They are in remarkably good preservation, and belong to a descendant of the family of Mary's mother, Mrs. Campbell, whose property they became on the death of her daughter; and subsequently Mrs. Anderson, Mary's only surviving sister, acquired them. The circumstance of the Bible being in two volumes, seemed at one time to threaten its dismemberment, Mrs. Anderson having presented a volume to each of her two daughters; but on their approaching marriage, their brother William prevailed on them to dispose of the sacred volumes to him. On the first blank leaf of the first volume is written, in the |