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He thought she had stolen something,
And brought it away to sell,
And then he'd a tale to tell.
The wand by her mother's bed,
Of the last long sleep had spread.
And she's heard of the realms of light;
That entered her head that night.
By her wand was charmed away
In the land of eternal day.
THE BEAUTY OF THE SEA. “ The sea is His, and He made it.” Its beauty is of God. It possesses it in richness of its own; it borrows it from earth, and air, and heaven. The clouds lend it the various dyes of their wardrobe, and throw down upon it the broad masses of their shadows, as they go sailing and sweeping by.
The rainbow laves in it its many colored feet. The sun loves to visit it, and the moon, and the glittering brotherhood of planets and stars, for they delight themselves in its beauty. The sunbeams return from it in showers of diamonds and glances of fire; the moonbeams find in it a pathway of silver, where they dance to and fro, with the breeze and the waves, through the livelong night.
It has a light, too, of its own, a soft and sparkling light, rivaling the stars; and often does the ship which cuts its surface, leave streaming behind a milky-way of dim and uncertain lustre, like that which is shining above. It harmonizes in its forms and sound both with the night and the day. It cheerfully reflects the light, and it unites solemnly with the darkness. It imparts sweetness to the music of men, and grandeur to the thunder of heaven.
WHEN GRANDFATHER WENT TO TOWN.*
ROBERT C. V. MEYERS.
And that was the first thing came to pass
When grandfather went to town.
“ I'm Mr. Green,
Not Mr. Brown.” “Why, how do you do?"
And that's the next thing came to pass
When grandfather went to town. And then he saw a crowd in the street. They said a parade would come that way, Sometime to-day. And a spruce, neat Little man had two thimbles on a stand, And a little dried pea in his hand. He put the pea under a thimble, “Whoever tells me where is that pea," Said be, "I'll give him a dime." Grandfather then, The most honest of men, Began to tremble. “You're cheating,” said he, “I saw the pea Go under that left-hand thimble, there. I can't tell the time, For I've lost my watch, But I can tell a cheat, However neat He maneuvres.” The man began to swed: “I'll bet you,” said he, “That little pea Is not where you say it is, I'll bet You a dollar." “Don't you fret," Said grandfather, all of a glow. “Go slow, Young man.
Bet you two dollars I know where it is."
Must never, never, never say
THE IDIOT LAD.-ROBERT OVERTOI, The vesper hymn had died away,
And the benison had been said,
With a bowed and reverent head.
Which reached the Throne of Grace,
Saw the pleading of his face.
Round a brow of pearly white;
And his eyes were strangely bright
Gentle his white band's touch, his smile
Was tender and sweet and sad :
Of poor Dick, the idiot lad.
Sinks low on the west sea's breast;
Woo the weary earth to rest.
The sleepy tree-tops nod-
I would see the face of God!
And the moon in the silver night;
Are lighted can shine so bright!
And each grass of the graveyard sod,
To look on the face of God!
And once, sir, I traveled far,
Where men of the great world are.
And cruel, and hard, and bad ;
Saw poor Dick, the idiot lad.
Down the lanes and the fields I go-
Patient, and praying, and slow.
Ere yet the mists have past;
For the wonderful vision at last. “When the lightnings flash and the thunders roar,
And the ships fly in from the gale ; When the waves beat high on the shrinking shore
And the fishing boats dare not sail; I seek it still, in the storm and snow,
Lest it may happen to be