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BE KIND TO OLD AGE.
Be ever kind to those who bend
Beneath the weight of time; For they were once,
friend, In blooming manhood's prime.
But bitter cares and weary years
Have borne their joys away,
And darkening, dim decay.
Life's sweetest hours have hastened past,
Its bloom is faded now,
Along the furrowed brow.
And soon the shattered remnants all
A narrow house receives ; For one by one they silent fall,
Like withered autumn leaves.
O, then be kind, where'er thou art !
Nor deem such action vain ;
Seem almost young again.
Cheer thou the weary pilgrim on
To yonder mansion cold; And may
the same for thee be done When thou thyself art old.
Day is past.
Go to rest.
Joy be thine.
Peace to all !
TIME FOR ALL THINGS.
THERE is a time to live! 'Tis when
The world hath wants ;
And haunt our world.
There is a time to work! 'Tis while
The daylight lasts ;
In all around.
There is a time to play! 'Tis when
Our toil is o'er; When daylight disappears from earth, And loved ones gather 'round the hearth, And youth and age give way to mirth,
Which nature craves.
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
From every breast.
TIME FOR ALL THINGS.
There is a time to love ! 'Tis when
Life's spring is bright;
To cheer our own.
There is a time to dance! 'Tis when
We know no sin ;
Then dance with songs.
There is a time to pray! 'Tis when
We hope or fear;
And always pray.
There is a time to die! 'Tis when
Our work is done ;
Then may we die.
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