Who dwell'st in heaven adored,

But present still through all thy works,
The universal' Lord.

2. Forever hallowed' be thy name
By all beneath the skies;

And may thy kingdom still advance,
Till grace to glory rise.

3. A grateful homage3 may we yield,
With hearts resigned to thee;
And as in heaven thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.

4. From day to day we humbly own
The hand that feeds us still;
Give us our bread, and teach to rest
Contented in thy will.

5. Our sins before thee we confess;
O, may they be forgiven!
As we to others mercy show,
We merey beg from Heaven.

6. Still let thy grace our life direct,
From evil guard our way,
And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.

7. For thine the power," the kingdom thine;
All glory's due to thee:

VII. — THE THEFT OF THE GOLDEN EAGLE.

1. THE golden eagle is a bird of prey, and it is found in the British Islands, and in the lofty and barren cliffs of the Orkney Islands, which lie on the north of Scotland.

2. One of these birds was once the cause of great distress and terror to the inhabitants' of a village there. The villagers had gone out, one summer day, to the hay fields. About one o'clock they left their labor, to rest, and to eat the food they had brought with them. While they were enjoying themselves in this quiet way, the peaceful, happy scene was suddenly interrupted' by a

great golden eagle, the pride, but also the pest, of the village.

3. The savage bird stooped down over the party of villagers for a moment in its flight, and then soared3 away with something in its talons.

4. One piercing shriek from a woman's voice was heard, and then the cries of the villagers, exclaiming, “Hannah Lamond's child! Hannah Lamond's child! The eagle has carried it off!"

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5. In an instant, many hundred feet were hurrying towards the mountain, whither the eagle had flown. Two miles of hill and dale, copse and shingle, lay between; but in a short time the foot of the mountain was covered with people.

6. The eyry (which is the name for an eagle's nest) was well known, and both of the old birds were visible on the ledge of a high rock. But who could scale that dizzy cliff, which even Jack Stewart, the sailor, had attempted in vain ?

7. All the villagers stood gazing, and weeping, and wringing their hands, yet not daring to venture up a cliff which seemed to afford them no footing.

8. Hannah Lamond, meanwhile, was sitting on a rock beneath the mountain, as pale as death, with her eyes fixed on the eyry. No one had hitherto noticed her, for every eye was, like hers, fixed on the eyry.

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9. Presently she started up, crying out, "Only last Sunday was my sweet child baptized!" and dashed through the brakes, over the huge stones, and up the precipice, faster than the hunter in pursuit of game. No one doubted that she would be dashed to pieces. But the thought of her infant in the talons of the eagle seemed to give the wretched mother strength. On she

went, in spite of the dangers to which she was exposed on the fearful precipice up which she was climbing.

10. As she drew near the eyry, the eagles dashed by, so close to her head that she could see the yellow light of their wrathful eyes. They did not hurt her, but flew to the stump of an ash tree, which jutted out of a corner in the cliff near her. The poor mother passed on, and, having at length reached the dreaded spot, fell across the eyry, in the midst of the bones with which it was strewed, and clasped her child alive in her arms.

11. There it lay unhurt and at rest, wrapped up just as she had laid it down to sleep in the harvest field. The little creature gave a feeble cry, and she screamed out, "It lives! it lives!"

12. Binding her darling to her waist with her handkerchief, and scarcely daring to open her eyes, she slid down the shelving' rocks, to a small piece of root-bound earth. Her fingers seemed to have gained new strength, as she swung herself down by broom, and heather, and dwarf birch, striking her feet from time to time against the sharp-edged rocks. But she felt no pain.

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13. The side of the precipice now became steep as the wall of a house; but it was matted with ivy, whose thick, tough stems clung to the rock, and formed a ladder, down which she swung herself; while her neighbors, far below on their knees, were watching her, thinking each moment she would be killed.

14. Again she touched earth and stones. She heard a low bleating beside her, and, looking round, saw a goat, with two little kids: she followed their track down the rest of the precipice. Her rugged path became easier as she went on, and brought her at length to the foot of the mountain again, among her neighbors

and friends, who, a few moments before, had scarcely dared to hope they should ever see her again.

15. On first reaching the ground, her strength failed, and she fell fainting to the earth. The crowd that had gathered round, to welcome her, now stood back to give her air. She was soon well again, and joined them in giving thanks to God, who had saved her child and herself in the hour of danger.

1. SUN, bright Sun, come out of the sky;
Put your hard work for a minute by;
Give up for a while your endless round,
And come and play with me on the ground:
But the Sun said, No.

2. Wind, cold Wind, with your whistle and roar,
Pray do not toy with the waves any more;
Come frolic' with me,-that's a good old breeze,
In the orchard green 'neath the apple trees:
But the Breeze said, No.

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