THE PRIDE OF WORTH. Is there, for honest poverty, Our toil's obscure, and a' that; What tho' on hamely fare we dine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that: The honest man, tho' ne'er sae poor, Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, A king can mak a belted knight, For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that; That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. GOLD. R. Burns. GOLD! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary— To save-to ruin-to curse-to bless- Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, T. Hood. THE WORLDLINESS OF TO-DAY. THE world is too much with us; late and soon, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. W. Wordsworth. 198 THE LATEST DECALOGUE. THE LATEST DECALOGUE. THOU shalt have one God only; who At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend. From whom advancement may befall. Thou shalt not kill-but need'st not strive Officiously to keep alive. Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it. Thou shalt not steal-an empty feat When 'tis so lucrative to cheat. Arthur Hugh Clough. SAINT BRANDAN. SAINT Brandan sails the northern main; He heard across the howling seas But north, still north, Saint Brandan steer'd; At last (it was the Christmas night, That furtive mien, that scowling eye, |