Through shadowy clouds of golden hair,
Like a peri from the skies!

So like to her in the church-yard laid
When the autumn rains came on:

"How much for a beauty that can not fade?

Going — going — gone!”

8. Here is the carpet, with flowers dense,
Her fairy feet once trod,

And the little cradle-bed from whence
Her babe went up to God.

Here is a harp with its broken strings,
Her white hand moved upon :

Who bids? Who bids for this lot of things?"
Going-going- gone!"

9. Thank God, he can not sell the heart!
We bury our treasures there:

Warm tears that up to the eyelids start,
And the baby's lisping prayer;

Songs that we loved in a by-gone day;
Sweet words,ah, many a one! -
We bury them deep, where none may say,
"Going ― going — gone!"

Mrs. L. Virginia French.

LESSON CVIII.

ADVICE TO THE YOUNG.

1. Young friends, in whatever pursuits you may engage, you must not forget that the lawful objects of human efforts are but means to higher results and nobler ends. Start not forward in life with the idea of becoming mere seekers of

pleasure, sportive butterflies searching for gaudy flowers. Consider and act with reference to the true ends of existence. This world is but the vestibule of an immortal life. Every action of your life touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity. These thoughts and motives within you stir the pulses of a deathless spirit.

2. Act not, then, as mere creatures of this life, who for a little while are to walk the valleys and the hills, to enjoy the sunshine and breathe the air, and then pass away and be no more'; but act as immortals', with an aim and a purpose worthy of your high nature'. Set before you, as the chief object to be obtained, an end that is superior to any on earth', a desirable end, A PERFECT END'.

3. Labor to accomplish a work which shall survive unchanged and beautiful when time shall have withered the garland of youth, when thrones of power and monuments of art shall have crumbled into ashes; and, finally, aim to achieve something which, when these our mutable and perishing voices are hushed forever, shall live amid the songs and triumphs of IMMORTALITY.

4. Well will it be for you, if you have a guide within, which will aid you in every issue, which will arm you in every temptation, and comfort you in every sorrow. Consult, then, that Volume whose precepts will never fail you. Consult it with a deep aspiration after the true and good, and it shall illuminate your understanding with divine realities.

5. Open your soul, and it shall breathe into it a holy influence and fill all its wants. Bind it close to your heart; it will be a shield against all the assaults of evil. Read it in the lonely hour of desertion; it will be the best of companions. Open it when the voyage of life is troubled; it is a sure chart. Study it in poverty; it will unhoard to you inexhaustible riches. Commune with it in sickness; it contains the medicine of the soul. Clasp it when dying'; it is the charter of Immortality. E. H. Chapin.

LESSON CIX.

VIRTUE.

1. Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,

The dews shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

2. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave;

And thou must die.

3. Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses;
A box where sweets compacted lie,
Thy music shows ye have your closes;
And all must die.

4. Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives;

But, though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

George Herbert.

LESSON CX.

BEAUTIFUL.

1 O FLOWER! the sunshine loves to kiss,

Speckled or streaked, or bright or dull,
What can we say of thee but this?
SO BEAUTIFUL!

2. O GRAVE! that has with glory decked
The land that else were bare and dull,
This for thy title we elect, -
Most BEAUTIFUL!

3. O STAR! that gildest all the sea,
And fill'st the air with splendor full,
What is there to be said of thee,-
Save BEAUTIFUL?

4. O CHILD! with tresses spun of gold,
And eyes with heavenly light o'erfull,
What word has half thy beauty told,-
Like BEAUTIFUL?

5. In truth, when anything is sweet,-
The grass we tread, the flower we cull,

nor would I if I could

1. I can never forget a lesson impressed upon my own youthful mind, conveying the truth that we are constantly dependent upon our Heavenly Father for protection. In a plain country school-house, some twentyfive children, including myself, were assembled with our teacher on the afternoon of a summer's day. We had been as happy and as thoughtless as the sportive lambs that cropped the clover of the neighboring hill-side.

2. Engrossed with study or play, - for at this distance of

time it is impossible to tell which, we had not noticed the low rumbling of the distant thunder, till a sudden flash of lightning arrested our attention. Immediately the sun was vailed by a cloud, and a corresponding gloom settled upon every face within. The older girls, with the characteristic thoughtfulness of women, hastily inquired whether they should not make the attempt to lead their younger brothers and sisters to the paternal roof before the bursting of the storm.

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3. For a moment our little community was thrown into utter confusion. The teacher stepped hastily to the door, to survey more perfectly the aspect of the western heavens. Oppressed with dread, for it is no uncommon thing for children to be terrified by lightning, some of the youngest of us clung to our older brothers and sisters; while others, being the sole representatives of their family in the school, for the first time felt their utter loneliness in the midst of strangers, and gave utterance to their feelings in audible sighs or sobs.

4. The teacher, meanwhile, with an exemplary calmness and self-possession, closed the windows and the doors, aud then seated himself quite near the younger pupils, to await the result. The thick darkness gathered about us, as if to make the glare of the lightning, by contrast, more startling to our vision; while the loud thunder almost instantly followed, as it were the voice of God.

5. The wind howled through the branches of a venerable tree near by, bending its sturdy trunk, and threatening to break asunder the cords which bound it to its mother earth. An angry gust assailed the humble building where we were sheltered; it roared down the capacious chimney, violently closed a shutter that lacked a fastening, breaking the glass by its concussion, and almost forced in the frail window-sashes on the westerly side of the room. Quicker and more wild the lightnings glared, flash after flash, as if the heavens were on fire; louder and nearer the thunder broke above our heads,