Why!-Heronique is passing by,
And making awful faces!

The strangest underneath the sky!
The grimmest of grimaces!

True, Petros saw them not;

But wonder and surprise,

oh! no;

Like spellwork everywhere he saw,

In every gazer's eyes!

Then, rushing near, "My dear," said he,

"You must no farther roam;

Never again, except with me,

Shall you leave house and home!

"My foolish fancies will no more
Disturb your gentle breast;
You are as I well knew before,
With blinding beauty blest!!"

THE BIRDS.

O, FROM the ostrich to the humming bird,
How vast the number! What a difference too
Between the barn-fowl and that jewelled bird—

The bird of Paradise! also between

The jay and nightingale i'th woodland choir!
How many come not here; how many leave
When the cold weather comes! yet, one remains—

The robin, the bird of the snowtime,
He used to be always about us;
Yet hither home cometh at no time;

But how can he fashion to doubt us!
What! did we not peacefully let him
Possess the outbuildings at least!
And did we not frequently set him,
In some quiet corner, a feast!

Then how, upon earth, can he doubt us, And come to the window at no time? Why once he was always about us,— The robin-the bird of the snowtime.

The robin now-bless you-abideth Not far from the sight of the window; "T is but for a season he hideth,

As sometimes our nearest of kin do! He knows well enough how at dawning, The lark cometh, melody bringing,

As if from the star-hiding awning;
As if from the fountain of singing!

So but for a season he hideth,

As sometimes our nearest of kin do; When summer departs, he abideth,

Your bird in the storm, at the window!

PROVIDENCE.

"Everyone that asketh receiveth."

THAT asketh,-how? In the fair words of faith,
Else what of asking! It were a mockery
To ask for what one sought not to obtain!
It were a jest to ask of that which is not,
For living water and the bread of life!

'T were like a nurse, who, when the babe is cross, Calls to her aid strange creatures born of fancy, Expected not to come!

Asketh of whom? Of ONE believed in, who delights to give From treasures everlasting. As the ocean Gives to the skies, throughout all ages, clouds, And yet remains the ocean; as the sun Gives to the earth, throughout all ages, light, And yet remains the sun; so doth He give, Who yesterday, to-day, and evermore, God over all, remains.

There is a way—

One only to the Father of us all;

To Him who dwells in light that mortal eye Hath never yet beheld; where songs are heard That have not yet been by the ear received; Where wealth of heart and mind is treasured up,

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That hath no name on earth, or type, or sign,

Love's heritage hereafter.

There's a way

The way of faith in Christ, without a bar,
Up to the riches of the Everlasting.
No other way of travelling is safe,

But into outer darkness leads,-while this,—
This leads to sure success, and up to heaven.

Who bade the dark retire, and said
"Let there be light,"-from Him

Has aught unseen, in secret fled
To deep, remote and dim?

From His abiding presence where
The wheeling worlds abide,

Can aught find room of refuge there,
And, lost in silence, hide?

To Him there 's neither high nor low,
Nor dark and distant deep,

That does not as in sunshine show
All it is charged to keep.

To one who seldom thus had thought,

And never thus believed,

A wish at eventide was brought,

He knew not how received.

He knew not how, he knew not why

The silent message came;

He said not "Comes it from on high?"
He own'd not God's good name!

Yet it became of him a part,
As light is of the flower;
And in the beating of his heart,
The wish had play and power.

The wish to see a widow poor;
Thither did he repair;

And, having reached the cottage door,
Heard sacred words of prayer.

Listening he lingered. 'T was for bread

The aged widow prayed;

The words proved want, yet firmly said

That faith was not afraid.

Just then, as if by whim inspired,

Gently beneath the door,

He push'd a crown, and then retired
Homeward across the moor.

"Now will she say," he thus began,
"That God has heard her prayer!
Poor creature! not to know that man
Placed solid answer there!"

ས་དེ་ན་ལུད་ལམ་ཉེས་ཚབ་ཆེནར་གས་དེ་ཚལ་ ོ ེགས་དང་ཤེས་པའི་ཐ་