She spoke not, but her varying cheek
The tale might well impart;
The home of her young spirit meek

Was in a kindred heart.

Ah! souls that well might soar above,
To earth will fondly cling,

And build their hopes on human love,
That light and fragile thing!

"Where is thy home, thou lonely man?"
I asked a pilgrim gray,

Who came with furrowed brow, and wan,
Slow moving on his way.

He paused, and with a solemn mien
Upturned his holy eyes, --

"The land I seek thou ne'er hast seen;

My home is in the skies!

O! blest, thrice blest, the heart must be
To whom such thoughts are given,
That walks from worldly fetters free;
Its only home is heaven!

VIRTUE AND ERROR.

MANY there are who of their lot complain;
Many there are who rail at fate in vain;

But on himself weak man should vent his rage, -
Error in youth must lead to gloom in age.

Many there are content in humblest lot;

Many there are, though poor, who murmur not: Write, then, in gold, on their recording page, Virtue in youth must lead to bliss in age.

T. H. BAYLY.

OUR FAVORITE PLACE.

WHERE the silvery pond is brightest,
Where the lilies grow the whitest,
Where the river meets the sea,

That's the place for Frank and me.

Where the dovecot is the neatest,
Where the blackbird sings the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the place for Frank and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
Where is seen the homeward bee,
That's the place for Frank and me.

Where the sunny bank is steepest,
Where the cooling shade is deepest,
Where the ripened nuts fall free,—
That's the place for Frank and me.

WORK AND PLAY.

WORK while you work, play while you play:
That is the way to be cheerful and gay.

All that you do, do with your might;
Things done by halves are never done right.

One at a time, and that done well,

Is a good rule, as I can tell.

Moments are useless, trifled away;

Work while you work, and play while you play.

SPEECH OF RED JACKET, AN INDIAN CHIEF.

BROTHERS, listen to what we have to say: There was a time when our forefathers owned this great land; their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun; the Great Spirit had made it for the use of the Indians. He had created the buffalo, the deer, and other animals, for food. He had made the bear and the beaver; their skins served us for clothing. He had scattered them over the country, and taught us how to take them. He had caused the earth to produce corn for bread. All this he had done for his red children, because he loved them. If we had disputes about our hunting-grounds, they were generally settled without the shedding of much blood.

But an evil day came upon us your forefathers crossed the great waters, and landed on this continent. Their numbers were small; they found us friends, and not enemies. They told us they had fled from their own country, through fear of wicked men, and had come here to enjoy their religion. They asked for a small seat: we took pity on them, and granted their request, and they sat down among us. We gave them corn and meat, and, in return, they gave us poison. The white people having now found our country, tidings were sent back, and more came among us; yet we did not fear them. We took them to be friends they called us brothers; and we believed them, and gave them a larger seat. At length their number so increased that they wanted more land; they wanted our whole country. Our eyes were now opened, and we became uneasy. Wars took place. Indians were hired to fight against Indians, and many of our people were destroyed. The white men also distributed liquor among us; and that has slain thousands.

You have now become a great people, and we have scarcely

a place left to spread our blankets. Having deprived us of our country, you would force upon us your religion. Brothers, we will wait a little, and, if we find the effect of your religion is to make people honest, and less disposed to cheat Indians, we will consider what you have said. And now may the Great Spirit protect you on your journey, and return you safe to your friends!

TRUE FRIENDSHIP.

IF scandal or censure is raised 'gainst a friend,
Be the last to believe it, the first to defend;
Say to-morrow will come, and time will unfold,
That "one story 's good till another is told."

A friend's like a ship when with music and song
The tide of good fortune still speeds him along;.
But see him when tempest has made him a wreck,
And any mean billow may batter his deck !

So give me the heart that true sympathy shows,
And clings to a messmate whatever wind blows,
And says, when aspersion unanswered grows bold,
one story 's good till another is told.”

Wait,

CHARMING LITTLE VALLEY.

CHARMING little valley,

Smiling all so gayly,

Like an angel's brow;

Spreading out thy treasures,

Calling us to pleasures,

Innocent as thou:

Skies are bright above thee,
Peace and quiet love thee,
Tranquil little dell!

In thy fragrant bowers,
Twining wreaths of flowers,

Love and Friendship dwell.

May our spirits daily

Be like thee, sweet valley,

Tranquil and serene :

Emblem to us given

Of the vales of heaven,

Ever bright and green!

SPEAK NOT HARSHLY.

SPEAK not harshly!-much of care
Every human heart must bear ;
Enough of shadows darkly lie
Veiled within the sunniest eye.
By thy childhood's gushing tears,
By thy griefs of after years,
By the anguish thou dost know,
Add not to another's woe.

Speak not harshly! - much of sin
Dwelleth every heart within;
In its closely-covered cells
Many a wayward passion dwells.
By thy many hours misspent,
By thy gifts to errors lent,
By the wrong thou didst not shun
By the good thou hast not done,
With a lenient spirit scan

The weakness of thy fellow-man.