A BABY'S GRAVE.

NLY a baby's grave!

ON

Some foot or two at the most,

Of star-daisied sod; yet I think that God

Knows what that little grave cost.

Only a baby's grave!

To children even so small

That they sit there and sing, so small a thing
Seems scarcely a grave at all.

Dr. Cuyler.

October 1st.

OCTOBER.

HE summer it is ended now,

THE

And autumn tinteth every bough;

The days are bright; the air is still,

October's mists are on the hill;

Down droops the fern, and fades the heather,
And thistle-down floats like a feather.

October 2d.

GRANDFATHER'S PET.

Anon.

With her wise little face

I seem to hear her yet

Singing about the place;

And her face was so wise and so sweet to see,

And it still looked living when she lay dead,

And she used to plead for mother and me

By the side of her little bed.

Chambers's Journal.

L'

GOD GUIDE THEE.

ITTLE heart so swiftly gladdened,

Little soul so soon cast down;
Little lips with curves so saddened
By a moment's passing frown.
Let us humbly kneel beside thee,
Only God is fit to guide thee.

Miss S. Williams.

I

October 4th.

THE FIR-TREES.

REMEMBER, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from Heaven

Than when I was a boy.