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THE CHILD AND THE STARS.
“They tell me, dear father, each gem in the sky
That sparkles at night is a star ;
And shed their cold lustre so far?
That it gives to the flow'rets their birth,
Their cold rays of light upon earth?”—
“My child, it is said that yon stars in the sky
Are worlds that are fashioned like this, Where the souls of the good and the gentle, who die,
Assemble together in bliss ; And the rays that they shed o'er the earth is the light · Of His glory whose throne is above, That tell us, who dwell in these regions of night,
How great is His goodness and love.”—
“Then, father, why still press your hand to your brow,
Why still are your cheeks pale with care ? If all that was gentle be dwelling there now,
Dear mother, I know, must be there." — “Thou chidest me well,” said the father with pain ;
“ Thy wisdom is greater by far : We may mourn for the lost, but we should not complain While we gaze on each beautiful star.”
J. E. CARPENTER.
THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN.
“I AM a Pebble, and yield to none !" Were the swelling words of a tiny stone; “Nor change nor season can alter me, -I am abiding while ages fee. The pelting hail and drizzling iai Haye tried to soften me long in vain;
And the tender dew has sought to melt,
“None can tell of the Pebble's birth;
The Acorn was shocked at this rude salute,
But to give reproof of a nobler sort
And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay; But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak; And as it arose, and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and, wondering, said,
“Ah, modest Acorn! never to tell What was enclosed in her simple shell
That the pride of the forest was then shut up
“Useless and vain, a cumberer here,
Miss H. F. Gould.
THE PET LAMB.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
pleasure shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink,” she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own. 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair. Now with her empty can the maiden turned away ; But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.
Towards the lamb she looked; and from that shady place
“What ails thee, young one? What? Why pull so at thy
cord ? Is it not well with thee? Well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ; Rest, little young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee ?
What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy
heart? Thy limbs, are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears !
If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain,
fearThe rain and storm are things which scarcely can come
Rest, little young one, rest; thou hast forgot the day
He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home: A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roamı ? A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been.
Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ;
And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now ; Then I'll yoke thee to my cart, like a pony in the plough: My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.
It will not, will not rest !--poor creature, can it be
Alas, the mountain-tops, that look so green and fair !
Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;
-As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet,
Again, and once again, did I repeat the song : “Nay,” said I, “more than half to the damsel must belong; For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such
a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own.”