SWALLOWS. OVER city, and village, and spire, As ever Summer overhead threw. And when aloft the black clouds frown We find it clearer lower down. And so go on our way together, Dodging the wind and watching the weather. You may boast about liberty, Millions of miles around the earth, Where Morn and Evening have birth, Thomas Miller. THE CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie See how slowly the streamlet glides; Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, There flies a bird to a neighbouring tree, But very lazily flieth he; And he sits and twitters a gentle note You bid me be busy; but, mother, hear How the humdrum grasshopper soundeth near; I wish, oh, I wish I were yonder cloud, But I'd come and float, dear mother, o'er thee. MARY'S LAMB. MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; Mrs. Gilman. He followed her to school one day- It made the children laugh and play So the teacher turned him out; And then he ran to her, and laid As if he'd say "I'm not afraid; "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" "And you each gentle animal In confidence may bind, And make them follow at your call, THE WATCHMAN'S SONG. [The watchmen in Germany amuse themselves during the night by singing their national songs, as well as others of a more devotional character; of the latter the following is a specimen, taken from a very interesting work, the "Autumn on the Rhine." When the verses are good, which is frequently the case, the effect is solemn and pleasing.] "HARK! ye neighbours, and hear me tell, |