WE SCATTER SEEDS. We scatter seeds with careless hand Their fruit appears In weeds that mar the land Or healthful store. The deeds we do the words we say In the dread judgment, they And we shall meet ! Lyra Innocentiam. PARISH MUSINGS. Christian life's no bank of roses, Full of vows, and full of labour, All our days fresh duties bring, First to God, and then our neighbour,Christian life's an earnest thing. Onward-ever onward pressing, On its way-side none may linger Wake then, Christian, from thy slumber, Monsell. PARISH MUSINGS. O it is a weary life, Full of toils and dangers, Yet from care we might be free GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING. A fair little girl sat under a tree, Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, Such a number of rooks came over her head, The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed : road: All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, "Good little Girl! Good Night! Good Night!" She did not say to the Sun, "Good night! The tall pink fox-glove bowed his head- And while on her pillow she softy lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful Sun, "Good Morning! Good Morning! our work is begun!" Lord Houghton. LABOUR. Pause not to dream of the future before us, Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us: Hark! how Creation's deep musical chorus Unintermitting goes up into Heaven! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. * * * * * Labour is life! "Tis the still water faileth, |