PUSSY ON SUNDAY. SHOULD be happy, dearest Fred, To lay upon my narrow bed, In token of his grief, That he had sought his daily crumb And all his pleadings vain. I would not pass away from men, Friend ever true and kind!' When I arise, I would not hear He never pitied blind or lame, Now could you be a happy boy And trembled at your tread; And if she loved the Sunday chime, Which in the chimney seemed to hum, Because she knew a happy time, A time of peace was come? Let Fred bethink him, as he prays, G. S. O. UNDER ONE BLANKET. EOW there can be kindness and love between combatants who have stood in battle as enemies to each other was shown by two soldiers, a German and a Frenchman, on the field between Belfort and Montbelliard. Both had fallen-one by a bayonet wound, the other by a bullet. They had given these wounds to each other; and, now that the conflict was over, they lie side by side in great suffering. Overlooked by the bearers of the wounded, they remained lying close together on the plain. Then the German noticed his opponent lying so helplessly beside him: he had himself just strength enough to approach him, to open his knapsack and unroll his blanket, and spread it over them both. Thus they were found in the morning, and carried to different hospitals. But the brave Frenchman, after he was restored to consciousness, asked who the generous comrade was who had spread the warm covering over him during the cold night; but he never could find him again. Perhaps, by God's providence, they may some day meet each other again, when they will have much to thank each other for, and much to forgive. J. F. C. 'Let me look on these splendours, I then may believe, 'Tis the senses alone That can never deceive. Shall, old dreamer, be mine!' 'Twas Trajan that spoke, And the stoical sneer Still played on his features. Sublime and severe; And round the proud hall, As his dark eye was thrown, He saw but one god, And himself was that one. 'The God of our forefathers' Is unheard by the ear; When the storm is abroad, Of His chariot are trod. And smile in the rain! Has sent up its roar, Are flung on the shore!' "These are dreams,' said the monarch, 'Wild fancies of old. But what God can I worship When none I behold? The rain, or the wind? That but lives in the mind?' 'I'll show thee His footstool, Till above them was spread But the sky's purple dome, And in surges of splendour Beneath them lay Rome! Round the marble-browed mount, Where the Emperor stood, Like a silver-scaled snake Rolled the Tiber's bright flood; Beyond were the vales Of the rich Persian rose, All glowing with beauty, And flaming o'er all In the glow of the hour, The Capitol stood, Earth's high altar of power; A thousand years old, Yet still in its primeA thousand years more To be conqueror of Time. But the west was now purple, The eve was begun; Like a monarch at rest On the waves lay the sun; And curtains of gold. COMPOSED Moderato. When I shall hear the trum- pet's blast, On that great day of hope and dread, When Heav'n proclaims that time is past, And earth and sea give up their dead, On Christ's right hand may I be found,There number'd with that cho-sen band, Who shall, in homage most profound, Before the Lamb in triumph stand. Copyright. WHE WHEN I shall hear the trumpet's blast, | When countless voices swell the song Of victory over sin and death; Before the Lamb in triumph stand. With one accord this note they swell, Through all creation it shall ring, 'My Jesus hath done all things well!' HOW MOTHER'S SHAWL WAS BOUGHT. (Concluded from page 399.) IM'S face expressed his thanks even more than his words: a splendid plaided shawl unfolded itself in sudden vision before his dancing eyes. 'But stay,' went on the kind-hearted farmer, delighted with Jim's delight; 'you'll be wanting to spend the money, if I let you have it every week. Hadn't I better keep it till the end of the year, think you? And, after all, I expect you'll miss your beer sadly.' 'I don't think I shall, sir; and I don't think either I should lay out the money, only there's nowhere I know of where I could keep it for mother not to find out. So if you'll be so kind, sir, I think that will be the best, as you say.' And it was settled so; and that very night Jim did the sum, and found that now indeed there was a good chance of a shawl for his mother such as he would like. But he did miss his beer a little the first day; and even a very little the day after. By the end of the week, however, he was quite used to do without it, and found that a draught from the spring, or a little cold. tea brought in a bottle along with his dinner, served every purpose, and refreshed him quite as much. He told his mother nothing about the new arrangement lest she should question him. The grand thing was to keep the intended purchase a secret through all the long months, so as to give her an agreeable surprise in the end. That was a very happy year for Jim. The thought of the money gradually increasing in his master's hands was a daily He delight to him. And he found a new interest in looking into the shop-windows on Saturday nights, when be sometimes went into the town with his mother. took notice, too, in those days, of every tidily dressed woman he met on the road; and many and many a shawl did he fix upon as just the very kind that he would buy when the time for buying came. It must be warm and large, and bright in colour-that he had all along determined; but the particular style and pattern remained an open question, which allowed him as many changes of opinion as there were gay shawls to be seen. Oh, what joy it would be when November came, and he should carry his beer money' into Mr. Burt's shop; not this time to ask questions merely, but actually as a customer! Summer had passed into autumn, and the winds were getting colder and colder. Jim watched his mother come in from her day's washing, shivering in her old shawl, with a secret satisfaction. Only a few weeks now, and she would have something to keep her warm, and in which she would look as smart as the best farmer's wife in all the country round. November had set in, and the boy eagerly counted up the days until the Saturday when his long year of waiting would be over. And never, surely, was such a Saturday when it came! The sky showed glimpses of blue among its flying clouds; and for perhaps the first time in his life Jim noticed sudden lights flash from the polished plough-share as he turned round his team. The scent, too, from the upturned soil was that day fragrant to his senses; the sound of the flail, as he passed the open door of the barn, sounded as music in his ears. it is when we are happy, that all outward things seem to rejoice with us. So |