which appear to be, either in idea or language, beyond the capacity of one who has gone through the classes of a wellinstructed National School: nor has anything been rejected merely because it might be judged, in point of refinement or beauty, to rise above the common level of persons so educated. If the effect of this publication be but to introduce one purer thought or one higher aspiration into a home weary with toil or dark with care, the object of the compiler will have been answered, and the kindness. of those authors and publishers who have consented to this use of their works will have been as well rewarded as it is hereby gratefully acknowledged. C. M. V. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping A fair little girl sat under a tree A little cottage A month, sweet Little ones, is past A nightingale, that all day long A simple child A spirit haunts the year's last hours. A wet sheet and a flowing sea. Alone I walked the ocean-strand 279 259 244 An axe rang sharply mid those forest shades. An oyster, cast upon the shore As slow our ship her foamy track At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the silence of twilight's contemplative hour Behold her, single in the field. Behold the western evening light. Break, break, break 291 260 Come to the land of peace . J37 |