No night is there, his piercing eye
Looks through the darkness of the sky.

2. Before the tongue the mind declares, He knows our thoughts, designs, and cares; In daily toil and evening rest

He sees the secrets of our breast.

2. He sees his suffering children weep, Far in the desert and the deep;

He gives them strength, when hope departs, And heals the sorrows of their hearts.

4. He keeps the book of life; and there
Writes every wish and every prayer ;
There keeps our crimes and follies past,
To rise in judgment at the last.

NIGHT.

THE glorious sun is set in the west; the night dews fall; and the air which was sultry becomes cool.

The flowers fold up their coloured leaves; and hang their heads on the slender stalk.

The chickens are gathered under the hen, and are at rest; the hen herself is at rest also.

The little birds have ceased their warbling; they are asleep on the boughs, each one with his head behind his wing.

There is no murmur of bees round the hive; they have done their work and lie close in their waxen cells. There is no sound of a number

of voices, or of children at play, or the trampling of busy feet, and of people hurrying to and fro.

The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter. All men are stretched on their quiet beds, and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother.

Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground; every eye is shut, and every hand is still. Who taketh care of all peo ple, when they are sunk in sleep?

There is an eye that never sleepeth. When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon; when there is no lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling through the thick clouds; that eye seeth in all places, and watcheth over all the families of the earth.

That eye that sleepeth not is God's. He made sleep to refresh us when we are weary; He made night, that we might sleep in quiet. Labourers spent with toil, and young children, and every little insect, sleep quietly, for God watcheth over you.

When the darkness has passed away, and the beams of the morning sun strike through your eyelids, begin the day with praising God, who hath taken care of you through the night.

Flowers, when you open again, spread your leaves, and smell sweet to His praise. Birds, when you wake, warble your thanks amongst the green boughs. Let His praise be in our hearts, when we lie down; let His praise be on our lips when we awake.

MRS. BARBAuld.

DUTIES.

1. Next to the God, who reigns above,
I'll give my parents all my love;
I owe them thanks for favours done,
But I have hardly rendered one.

2. My brother's welfare too shall be
As precious as my own to me;
And sisters shall not fail to share
My warm affection and my care.

3. I'll mourn if I have done or sáid
An insult to the hoary head;
And words of kindness to the young
Shall flow, like music, from my tongue.

4. If others wrong me and condemn,
I'll never do the same to them;
I'll not be angry nor complain,
For Jesus answered not again.

5. My rising passion shall not last,
I'll bear no malice for the past;
I'll pardon them, and pray to heaven,
That I may likewise be forgiven.

6. If words, or actions, light and vain,
Have given to others needless pain,
I'll ask them, ere the set of sun,
To pardon what my hands have done.

7. Whene'er I meet the wretched poor, I will not drive them from the door;

For God will bless the hand that tries
To wipe the sorrow from their eyes.

8. If I deny them clothes and bread,
And where to lay their weary head;
When the last trumpet calls the blest,
I shall not enter into rest.

9. I'll shun the common faults of youth,
I'll keep my word and speak the truth;
For God, with never-sleeping view,
Sees and remembers all I do.

10. I know I never can conceal The lying lips or hands that steal; I'll rather all I have resign

Than touch or take what is not mine.

11. I'll never torture things that live,
Nor take the life I cannot give ;
The meanest things that breathe the air
Enjoy my heavenly Father's care.

12. My tongue shall whisper peace around,
My hands in holy works abound ;
My looks serene and free from art
Shall show the mildness of my heart.

13. For looks and trifling deeds declare
The feelings that we cherish there;
And every one hath power to do
Some act to bless and injure too.

14. The cup of water kindly given
Is treasured in the books of heaven;

The well-used talent, though but one,
May gain the happy word "well done."

NOON.

COME, let us go into the thick shade, for it is noon, and the summer sun beats upon our heads. God made the warm sun, and the cool shade. All things which we see, are His work.

Can we raise our voices to the high heaven? Can we make Him hear who is above the stars? Yes; for He heareth us when we only whisper; when we breathe out words softly, with a low voice. He that filleth the heavens is here also.

May we that are so young, speak to Him that always was? We that are but lately made alive, should not forget Him that hath made us. We should sing praises to Him, who hath taught us to speak, and hath opened our dumb lips.

When we could not think of Him, He thought of us; He fashioned our tender limbs, and caused them to grow; He maketh us strong and active.

The buds spread into leaves, and the blossoms swell to fruit; but they know not how they grow, nor who causeth them to spring up from the bosom of the earth. They smell sweet, they look beautiful, but they are quite silent. The plants and trees are made to give fruit to man; but man is made to praise God who made him.

We love to praise Him, because He loveth to bless us; we thank him for life, because it is a