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predicted, we became a “nine days
wonder,"’ but on the tenth day there
after another ‘scrimmage’ occurred
with the Indians that threw ours into the
shade completely, and like many of the
‘ heroes’ who have figured for a little
while in the great fights of the world,
our glory was eclipsed, and we rapidly
“ subsided” into common place every
day characters.
Good-Night and Good-Morning,
Jl ) FAIR little girl sat under a tree,
I Sewing as long as her eyes could
Then smoothed her work, and fold
And said, “Dear work ! good-night!
good-night!”
Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Crying, “ Caw ! caw!” on their way to bed:
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
“Little black things! good-night! good
night!”
The horses neighed and the oxen lowed;
The sheep’s “Bleat! bleat!” came over the
wood,
All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,
“ Good little girl! good-night! good-night!”
She did not say to the sun, “ Good-night,”
Though she saw him there, like a ball of
light;
For she knew he had God’s own time to keep
All over the world, and never could sleep.
Tho tall pink foxglove bowed his head—
The violets courtesied and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said on her knees her favorite prayer,
And while on hor pillow she softly lay,
She knew nothing moro till again it was day;
And all things said to the beautiful sun,
“ Good morning I good morning! our work is
begun.”
Written for Burke’s Wockly.
MORE ABOUT DOGS.
pMJP EAR CIIILDRFN: In a late
number of the “ Weekly,”
5. “Marian” wrote about dogs.
But she said she was not fond of dogs.
I must say I am fond of dogs, and I
will tell you why.
When I was a little boy, about two
years old, my father had an old dog
named Rover. Rover took it upon
himself to be my protector. Whenever
I was out of the house he would al
ways go with me and keep by my side,
so that mother felt sure her little boy
would not get hurt. One day I went
down to the creek, about a quarter of a
mile from the house, and no one ivas
with me but Rover. I waded into the
water up to my waist, for I knew no
bettor, and Rover waded in too to take
care of me. Then I got frightened and
began to cry, for I did not know how
to get out. Rover began to bark and
howl, to let them know at the house that
something was the matter with me. My
mother heard him, and came to the
creek as quick as she could, and found
me in great danger of being drowned,
and took me out of the water. Now, if
it had not been for Rover I would hard
ly have got out of that creek alive, for
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I could not cry loud enough to be heard
at the house, and if I had fallen down
I would have perished in the water.
Don t you think I have a right to bo
fond of dogs after that?
Rover died before 1 was old enough
to appreciate his kindness, but when
they toM me about it I felt sorry that
he ever died at all, and ever since then
I have had a fondness for dogs.
But, children, I believe God caused
that dog to take care of me, so that
makes me love Him the more. God is
good to all little children, and to larger
ones too, and saves them from many
dangers. And that is why we may pray
to Him and trust in Him.
Do you know those beautiful stanzas
in the 1014th Hymn of the Methodist
Hymn Book, that says ;
“ To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts Jjad learned
To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.”
Now, isn’t that beautiful? You will
find the Hymn to which those stanzas
belong, beginning!
“ When all thy mercies, 0 my God,
My rising soul surveys,” etc.
Commit the whole Hymn to memory,
though it is a long one, and when you
get to be men and woman you will sing
it with a vivid recollection of God’s
mercies to you in childhood and youth.
But, la me! how I have strayed from
my subject; but you will pardon me, I
know. Well, gcod-bye. God bless you,
dear children !
W. B. Lewis,
Clinton , Louisiana.
The Builders of the Ark,
* s an APP allin « reflection,
that ie P ersons employ
ed in the construction of the
Ark, which was to be a sure refuge for
Noah and his family, no one but him
self entered that ark. For one hun
dred and twenty years they worked
away upon the structure, careless and
unmindful, laughing and jesting, wholly
regardless of righteous Noah’s solemn
appeals, warnings, and counsel; so,
when the terrible ordeal came, they had
no part or entrance into the ark of re
fuge which their own hands had fa hion
ed, but were buried beneath the waters,
everlasting monuments of God’s wrath
and displeasure. And is it not so now?
Are there not many, who with generous
deeds and useful hands are speeding on
the cause of Christ, assisting in the
great Ark of Salvation, whose own
hearts have never been touched, and who
in the last day will have no entrance or
place in the kingdom of heaven?
American Messenger.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
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Os the sayings of the
* iwee ones,” the fol
lowing story may be
rTmar/* I received, not long ago,
1 jr*—a present from the young king
of Siam, a full set of silver
yTjJy’N coins, specimens of the new
£2** currency just gone into circu
lation.
My little four-year old, born, of course,
since the good old days of gold and sil
ver money have passed away, looked at
the foreign coins with curious eyes, and
I could scarcely convince her that they
were really bona fide money. About a
week after we were passing down Balti
more street, when she turned eagerly
around, and stopped just in front of
ajeweler’s window, calling out to me
with great empressement , to “look,” and
as I halted, she exclaimed, with undis
guised wonder painted in every feature:
“See, mamma, the king of Siam has
sent all his money over here !”
The cause of this outburst I found to
be a pile of silver half dollars displayed
in the jeweler’s window, that were at
tracting the attention of every passerby,
as a rare curious sight.
They were the first silver coins, ex
cept the foreign ones in my cabinet,
that little Rosie had ever seen in her
whole four-year life time, and she could
not believe that specie was ever any
jiartofour currency.
I think it would be well to petition
our government, to order specimens of
our national coins, if they can be ob
tained, to be stuck up in well-secured,
conspicious places, all over the coun
try, that our children may not grow
up to adult years in utter ignorance of
the coinage of their own nation !
Wonder if such a petition would be
granted ? F. R. F.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
BIRDS.
r iOl' ID my young readers ever think
how dull and cheerless this
world would be without birds
and insects? These things, like many
others, are so common that we scarcely
ever think how much they contribute to
our happiness and content! It is said
by those who ought to know, that insects
have no voices, properly so called. But
we all know how the birds make the
woods ring with their vocal melodies.
But why is it that they sing more during
the spring than at any other season ? It
is because Spring is the season of love
with birds, and a time when they can
feast abundantly on the worms and in
sects, which the advancing warmth of
the season brings up out of the ground
and crevices of old logs, that they too
may take a part in the joys of reviving
nature.
Doesn’t my little reader remember
how cross he or she has often been when
hungry ? There was no laugh in you
then? Just so it is with birds, when
they are hungry and cold, as they often
are in Winter, they do not feel like
singing any more than you feel like
laughing merrily when you are hungry.
A great many good lesaons may be
learned from birds. And I would ad
vise my young friends never to be cruel
to them.
Did you ever notice, little reader,
how gallant and polite the rooster is to
the hens? How he talks to them and
courts them, and watches for danger,
and calls them to get a part of any good
thing he has found ? And he wont let
them fight among themselves either.
And when one of them has laid a nice
fresh egg, and jumps off the nest cack
ling with all her might to let all the
world know what she had done, he
runs up and helps her to cackle and re
joice over it. Isnt’t that polite? And
isn’t he a noble fellow? G.
—
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
“ Little Rose.”
“No Poem.”
,^EE! Fo 1 Fum! my Poem’s come!’’
'(J’P' I wonder how she knew it 1
(Jffjjr' “ And here’s your paper, pen and
f" Want to see you ‘do’it I”
Oh pallid paper ! tintless ink!
And steel of the untender!
How can a little Lyric think
Itself a thing of splendor I
My little rune against a June
Os dimples and Roso-blushes !
Ah ! when the daylight drowns the moon
The sky-lark hides and hushes!
Now ! will you close your eyes, my Rose l
And hold your blushes steady?
And here my dazzled " Idyl” goes
To— dimple-smash a’ready!
Am Ia tropic Traveller
To “ book” my summer sheaves!
To mock my blight “ Equator.” hero
With skeletons of leaves!
Nay blush and dimple as you will!
To overtake or vary
Thy lyric-SKLF, my little Elf,
Is past all “ Stationery!”
I’ll write your rhyme another time,
By some gray spectre, haunted !
But Summer-Time I Oh, Princess! I’m
Idyl—Dumb!—“ Enchanted !”
F. 0. I'icknor, M. D.
■
Vicious habits are so great a stain to
human nature, and so odious in them
selves, that every person, actuated by
right reason, would avoid them, though
he was sure they would be always con
cealed from both God and man, and had
no future punishment entailed upon
them.
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Just as the man cannot see through
the glass on which he breathes, sin
darkens tho windows of the soul.
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