Turn thy eyes to earth and heaven!
God for thee the spring has given;
Taught the birds their melodies

Clothed the earth and cleared the skies;
For thy pleasure or thy food-
Pour thy soul in gratitude!

So may'st thou 'mid blessings dwell,
Little maiden, fare thee well!

THE DOG AND HIS SHADOW.

A HUNGRY Dog some meat did seize,
And then his appetite to please,
His neighbour dogs forsook;
In fear for his delightful prize,
He looked around with eager eyes,
And ran to cross the brook.

To cross the brook, a single plank
Was simply laid from bank to bank;
And, as he passed alone,

He saw his shadow at his feet,

Which seemed another dog, with meat
Much better than his own.

Ah, ha! thought he, as no one spies,
If I could make this piece my prize,
I should be double winner:

So made a snatch; when, sad to tell!
His own piece in the water fell,
And thus he lost his dinner.

The fable which above you see,
To greedy folks must useful be,
And suit those to a tittle,

Who long for what they can't obtain:
Tis sure far wiser to remain

Contented with a little.

JUDAH'S ADDRESS TO JOSEPH.

Он, my lord, let thy servant, I pray thee, speak a word in my lord's ears, and let not thine anger burn against thy servant: for thou art even as Pharaoh. My lord asked his servants, saying, have ye a father, or a brother? And we said unto my lord, we have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, a little one and his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother, and his father loveth him. And thou saidst unto thy servants, bring him down unto me, that I may set mine eyes upon him. And we said unto my lord, the lad cannot leave his father for if he should leave his father, his father would die. And thou saidst unto thy servants, except your youngest brother come down with you, ye shall see my face no more. And it came to pass, when we came up unto thy servant my father, we told him the words of my lord. And our father said, go again, and buy us a little food. And we said, we cannot go down: if our youngest brother be with us, then will we go down; for we may not see the man's face, except our youngest brother be with us. And thy servant my father said unto us, ye know that my wife bare me two sons. And the one went out from me, and I said, surely he is torn in pieces; and I saw him not since. And if ye take this also from me, and mischief befall him, ye shall bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. Now therefore,

when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us; (seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life ;) it shall come to pass, when he seeth that the lad is not with us, that he will die: and thy servants shall bring down the gray hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to the grave. For thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father, saying, if I bring him not unto thee, then I shall bear the blame to my father for ever. Now therefore, I pray thee, let thy servant abide instead of the lad a bondman to my lord; and let the lad go up with his brethren. For how shall I go up to my father, and the lad be not with me? Lest peradventure I see the evil that shall come on my father.

THE KITE; OR, PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL.

ONCE on a time a paper kite,
Was mounted to a wondrous height,
Where, giddy with its elevation,
It thus expressed self-admiration:
"See how yon crowds of gazing people
Admire my flight above the steeple;
How would they wonder if they knew
All that a kite like me can do!

"Were I but free, I'd take a flight,
And pierce the clouds beyond their sight;
But, ah! like a poor prisoner bound,
My string confines me near the ground;
I'd brave the eagle's towering wing,
Might I but fly without a string."

It tugged and pulled, while thus it spoke,
To break the string; at last it broke.

Deprived at once of all its stay,
In vain it tried to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It fluttered downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plunged it in the tide,
Ah! foolish kite, thou had'st no wing,
How could'st thou fly without a string?

When you are prone to build a Babel,
Recall to mind this little fable.

THE FLY AND THE SPIDER.

"WILL you walk into my parlour ?" said a spider to a fly;

"Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did

spy.

The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,

And I have many pretty things to show when you are there."

"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in

vain,

For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, with soaring up so high,

Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to

the fly.

"There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;

And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in.” "Oh no, no!" said the little fly," for I've often heard it said,

They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,

?

To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you
I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome-will you please to take
a slice?"

"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,

I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."

"Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise,

How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!

I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."

"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,

And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The spider turned him round about, and went into

his den,

For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again: