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SO THE FEW FAMOUS MEN OF OLD COMBINED,

YOUTH'S WARNING.

But he rose at last with a cheerful face,

And a bright courageous eye,

And bared his strong right arm for work,

While the quick flames mounted high.
And he sang-"Hurra for my handiwork!"

And the red sparks lit the air;

"Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made!"

And he fashioned the first ploughshare.

"EACH OF THE MANY HELPS TO RECRUIT THE LIFE OF THE RACE BY A GENERAL PLAN."-ROBERT BROWNING.

V.

And men, taught wisdom from the past,

In friendship joined their hands,

Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall,

And ploughed the willing lands;
And sang-"Hurra for Tubal Cain!

Our stanch good friend is he;
And for the ploughshare and the plough

To him our praise should be.

But while oppression lifts its head,
Or a tyrant should be lord,

Though we may thank him for the plough,

We'll not forget the sword!"

[DR. CHARLES MACKAY, a justly popular poet, song-writer, and littéra-
teur, author of "The Salamandrine," "Egeria,'
""Under Green Leaves,"
and various prose works, was born in 1812.]

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YOUTH'S WARNING.

EWARE, exulting youth, beware,

When life's young pleasures woo,

That ere you yield you shrive your heart,
And keep your conscience true!

AND LET THE MULTITUDE RISE UNDERNEATH."-BROWNING.

"THE LARK'S ON THE WING, THE SNAIL'S ON THE THORN, GOD'S IN HIS HEAVEN-ALL'S RIGHT WITH THE WORLD."-IBID.

THOU SEA, WHO WAST TO ME A PROPHET DEEP,

THE SANDS OF DEE

For sake of silver spent to-day,
Why pledge to-morrow's gold?
Or in hot blood implant Remorse,
To grow when blood is cold!

If wrong you do, if false you play,
In summer among the flowers,
You must atone, you shall repay,
In winter among the showers.

To turn the balances of Heaven

Surpasses mortal power;
For every white there is a black,

For every sweet a sour.
For every up there is a down,
For every folly, shame;
And retribution follows guilt,
As burning follows flame.

If wrong you do, if false you play,
In summer among the flowers,
You must atone, you shall repay,
In winter among the showers.

[CHARLES MACKAY.]

"HE WHO SEEKS REPENTANCE FOR THE PAST, SHOULD WOO THE ANGEL VIRTUE FOR THE FUTURE."-LYTTON.

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"EXPERIENCE TEACHETH US THAT RESOLUTION'S A SOLE HELP IN NEED."-WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

THE SANDS OF DEE.

¡H, Mary, go and call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

Across the sands o' Dee."

The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam,

And all alone went she.

THROUGH ALL THY RESTLESS WAVES AND WASTING SHORES."-C. KINGSLEY.

"THE WORLD GOES UP AND THE WORLD GOES DOWN, AND THE SUNSHINE FOLLOWS THE RAIN;

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WISDOM, SELF-SACRIFICE, DARING, AND LOVE,

THE STARLINGS.

The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,

And round and round the sand,

As far as eye could see;

The blinding mist came down and hid the land—

And never home came she.

Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—

A tress o' golden hair,
O' drowned maiden's hair,

Above the nets at sea?

Was never salmon yet that shone so fair,
Among the stakes on Dee."

They rowed her in across the rolling foam,

The cruel crawling foam,

The cruel, hungry foam,

To her grave beside the sea :

But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,

Across the sands o' Dee.

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An"Two

[Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY, M.A., born 1819; author of "Yeast, dromeda," "The Saint's Tragedy," "Alton Locke," "Hypatia,” Years," "Hereward," "Westward Ho!" "Glaucus," "Sermons," "The Roman and the Teuton," and other works.]

AND YESTERDAY'S SNEER AND YESTERDAY'S FROWN CAN NEVER COME OVER AGAIN."-KINGSLEY.

THE STARLINGS.

ARLY in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings
sing--

"Ah, dreary March month, is this then a time for building
wearily?

Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun."

HASTE TO THE BATTLEFIELD, STOOP FROM ABOVE."-c.

KINGSLEY,

"I DARE DO ALL THAT MAY BECOME A MAN; WHO DARES DO MORE IS NONE."-WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

GRANT US TO KEEP AT LEAST A PROMPT DESIRE

THE THREE FISHERS.

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Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings,

Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing-
"Ah, that sweet March month, when we and our mates were

courting merrily;

Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done."

[Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY. From "Andromeda, and Other Poems."]

"GOD IS A WORKER: HE HAS THICKLY STREWN INFINITY WITH GRANDEUR."-ALEXANDER SMITH.

THE THREE FISHERS.

HREE fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west as the sun went down ;
Each thought on the woman who loved him best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And there's little to earn, and many to keep,
Though the harbour bar be moaning.

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,

And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down ;
They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower,
And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown;
But men must work, and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,
And the harbour bar be moaning.

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come home to the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And the sooner 'tis over, the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

[Rev. CHARLES KINGSLEY. From "Andromeda, and Other Poems."]

CONTINUAL READINESS FOR PRAYER AND PRAISE."-R. C. TRENCH.

"WOE TO THE WEAK WHO, IN PRIDE, BUILD ON THE FAITH OF THE SAND!"-CHARLES KINGSLEY.

It was Earl Haldan's daughter,
She walked along the sand;

When she was aware that a knight so fair,
Come sailing to the land.
His sails were all of velvet,
His mast of beaten gold,

And, "Hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!

Who saileth here so bold?"

III.

"The locks of five princesses
I won beyond the sea;

I clipt their golden tresses
To fringe a cloak for thee.
One handful yet is wanting,

But one of all the tale ;

So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat,

Furl up thy velvet sail!"

BUT MORE OF REVERENCE IN US DWELL."-TENNYSON.

"still the race of hero-Spirits PASS THE LAMP FROM HAND TO HAND."-CHARLES KINGSLEY,