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despair of the unhappy Lisle. Not only all the money he had was gone, but more than he had, for he had been obliged to borrow five hundred pounds to answer the last bill he had given to Williams. His creditors were pressing, for his situation was soon whispered abroad; and those who would have waited patiently whilst he was prosperous, soon took the alarm wben they heard of his distress. He was made a bankrupt. His poor wife was obliged to leave her comfortable house-at a time, too, that she most needed its conveniences : his eldest little girl, wbom he had just placed at a respectable boarding-school, was brought home to assist her mother in taking care of the younger children. His life's labour was lost-worse than lost, for he had to begin the world again with a stigma, if not upon his honesty, certainly upon his prudence and good sense. And all this misery arose from his not perceiving that every individual in the world is bound to provide for the responsibilities he has himself incurred, before he assists others to answer theirs ; from his weakly yielding to the importunities of one who had no claim on him, and whose previous want of foresight, duly considered, held out little promise for the future, without reflecting on the paramount claims not only of his own creditors, but of the wife he had undertaken to maintain, and of the children of whose being he was the author, and for whose welfare and education, as far as in him lay, he was answerable to the Almighty; and from his not perceiving that it is dishonesty, and not liberality, to give that which we cannot afford, and which, if every one had their own, would not be ours to give; and that people's success in business does not depend upon their being good-natured or kindhearted, but upon their conducting their affairs with steady prudence and a conscientious regard to all their engagementsdangerous and dazzling fallacies, which have ruined many a well-intentioned man, who might have gone happily and prosperously through the world on the simple but comprehensive maxim“BE JUST BEFORE YOU ARE GENEROUS."

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Y daughter, go and pray! See, night is come:
One golden planet pierces through the gloom;

Trembles the misty outline of the hill.

Listen! the distant wheels in darkness glide-
All else is hushed; the tree by the roadside

Shakes in the wind its dust-strewn branches still.
Day is for evil, weariness, and pain.
Let us to prayer! calm night is come again :

The wind among the ruined towers so bare
Sighs mournfully the herds, the flocks, the streams,
All suffer, all complain; worn nature seems

Longing for peace, for slumber, and for prayer.
It is the hour when babes with angels speak.
While we are rushing to our pleasures weak

And sinful, all young children, with bent knees,
Eyes raised to Heaven, and small hands folded fair,
Say at the self-same hour the self-same prayer

On our behalf, to Him who all things sees.
No. 135.



And then they sleep. Oh peaceful cradle-sleep!
Oh childhood's hallowed prayer! religion deep

Of love, not fear, in happiness expressed !
So the young bird, when done its twilight lay
Of praise, folds peacefully at shut of day

Its head beneath its wing, and sinks to rest.


Pray thou for all who living tread

Upon this earth of graves;
For all whose weary pathways lead

Among the winds and waves;
For him who madly takes delight
In pomp of silken mantle bright,

Or swiftness of a horse;
For those who, labouring, suffer still ;
Coming or going—doing ill-

Or on their heavenward course.

Pray thou for him who nightly sins

Until the day dawns bright-.
Who at eve's hour of prayer begins

His dance and banquet light;
Whose impious orgies wildly ring,
Whilst pious hearts are offering

Their prayers at twilight dim;
And who, those vespers all forgot,
Pursues his sin, and thinketh not

God also heareth him.
Child ! pray for all the poor

The prisoner in his cell,
And those who in the city wide

With crime and misery dwell;
For the wise sage who thinks and dreams;
For him who impiously blasphemes

Religion's holy law.
Pray thou—for prayer is infinite-
Thy faith may give the scorner light,

Thy prayer forgiveness draw.

D. M. M.


All is light and all is joy.
The spider's foot doth busily
Unto the silken tulips tie

The dragon-fly on fluttering wings,
Mirrors the orbs of her large eyes
In the bright pond where creeping things
Make a dark world of mysteries.

The full-blown rose, grown young again,
Kisses the sweet bud's tender blush;
The bird


forth his tuneful strain Within the sun-illumined bush.

He blesses God, who ne'er is hid
From the pure soul to virtue given;
Who makes the dawn a fiery lid
For the azure eye of heaven.

In woods that soften every sound,
The timid fawn doth dreaming play
And in the green moss shining round,
Beetles their living gold display.

The moon, all pale in sunlit skies,
A cheerful convalescent seems;
And opens soft her opal eyes,
Whence heaven's sweetness downward streams.

The wallflower with the gamesome bee
Plays by the crumbling ruins old;
The furrow waketh joyfully,
Moved by the seeds that burst their fold.
All lives and sits around with grace-
The sunbeam on the threshold wide,
The gliding shade on the water's face,
The blue sky on the green

hill's side.
On joyful plains bright sun-rays fall,
Woods murmur, fields with flowers are clad.
Fear nothing, man; for nature all
Knows the great secret, and is glad !




THERE is an unknown language spoken

By the loud winds that sweep the sky;
By the dark storm-clouds, thunder-broken,

And waves on rocks that dash and die;


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It was very provoking of Miss Patty Wise; but the ohstinacy of old women on these occasions is proverbial, especially wben they have anything to leave. She did not die, but was out of bed and down in her drawing-room again at the end of : week; but Williams assured Lisle that this attack had given her such a shake, that it was impossible she could survive another. It might be that the old lady was of the same opinion, and therefore took care not to expose herself to the risk; however that was, three months more passed without any further alarm. Still

, that her disease was mortal, was past a doubt, and a month or two, more or less, could make no difference, provided she "hopped off," as Williams termed it, before the year was expired; and that all the parties concerned, except herself and Mrs Lisle, felt perfectly assured she would do. Poor Sophia could not resist many qualms of uneasiness; and she frequently made her husband angry by shaking her head and looking incredulous when she heard these repeated prognostications of Miss Patty's speedy dissolution. Still more annoyed he was by her occasionally proposing little retrenchments in their expenditure She said she had altered hermind, and that she should not buy a new shawl. She thought the old one would do very another winter: neither did she see any necessity for taking the children to sea this autumn; they were in very good health, and lodgings were so expensive. Then Mr Lisle was persuaded that he saw the remains of a cold leg of mutton upon his table much more frequently than he had been accustomed to; and he never took up his knife and fork to help his wife, without feeling : vague sensation of displeasure towards Miss Patty for not dying within the limited period, as she ought to have done, and with Sophia for obstinately continuing to doubt that she would still die time enough to save him from ảny inconvenience. He looked upon his wife's retrenchments and distrusts as so many tacit reproaches; and he felt very sorry he had ever consulted her in the business at all, as it only gave her an opportunity of plaguing him.

Eight months of the year had elapsed, and Miss Patty, though daily declining, was still alive, when one morning Mr Lisle received a message from Williams to say he would be glad if be could step to his house for a few minutes, as he wanted to speak to him on particular business. Lisle obeyed the summons. “Where is your master?” said he to the shop-boy. “Mr. Williams is up stairs, sir; you'll find him in the drawing-room,” replied the lad. Well, Williams, what's the matter?” said Mr Lise; but he stopt short; for beside Williams sat his wife bathed in tears, with an infant in her arms, and at the other end of the apartment sat a man with his hat on the floor, whom he recom nised at once for a sheriff's officer. “Oh, Lislé, my dear fel.op, I am so glad you are come!” exclaimed Williams: " I was sure you would. There now, Mary, dry your eyes, and don't cry S.

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