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that had been dead a consider- a stuffed specimen, now in the able time was brought.

British Museum, of one of the The Cut on page 67 represents larger species of horned owls.

F.F. E.


WORK HONOURABLE. At the loom, and in the field,

In the shop, and on the soil,

Where men wisely power wield-
HOSE who toil to earn their

There is dignity in toil.
Need not blush to own their

He who works with throbbing

brain, They in noble footsteps tread,

Thinks, to teach men how to live, And a claim to live have got.

Writes, that others good may gain, Toil is not the wage of sin,

Speaks, to truth fresh zest to give; For in Eden work was given;

He can claim the manly right Man was made to work and win

With the sons of toil to stand, Spoil of earth, and bliss of He asserts his mental might, heaven.

Helps to bless his native land. He who at the anvil stands,

He who lives a life of ease, Striking while the iron glows, Idly wasting all his daysThough he works with horny Aiming only self to please, hands,

Fill'd with pride and courting Nobly strikes the ringing blows: praise,


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Call him not a noble man,

o the first two years of my Such existence is a shame; under - graduateship happily, And when ends his life's blank 'but unprofitably. I was conspan,

stantly in society, where we were Soon will die his empty name.

not immoral, but idle and exAll things labour for our good, pensive. At the commencement

He who made us never sleeps ; of the third year, after having He who tills the ground for food, left the usual party at a late

For his pains a harvest reap3. hour, I was awakened at five in None who work need feel ashamed, the morning by one of my com

While they do what good they can; panions, who stood at my bed'Tis an honour to be named,

side, and said, 'Paley, I have As we toil,—"a working man.”

been thinking what a fool you

I could do nothing, proEARLY RISING. bably, if I were to try; and I

could afford the indolent life: IR THOMAS MORE re- you lead. You could do every

marks, in the preface to thing, and cannot afford it. I

his Utopia,” that he have had no sleep during the completed the work by stealing whole night on account of these time from his sleep and meals. reflections, and am now come He made it his invariable prac- solemnly to inform you that if tice to rise at four. The cele- you persist in your indolence, brated Dr. Doddridge mentions, I must renounce your society.' in his “ "

Family Expositor,” I was so struck,” says Paley, that to his habit of early rising “with the visit and the visitor, the world is indebted for nearly that I lay in bed great part of the whole of his works.

the day, and formed my plan. The well-known Bishop Bur- I ordered my bed-maker to lay net was an habitual early riser. my


every evening, in order When at college, his father that it might be lighted by aroused him to his studies every myself. I arose at five, read morning at four o'clock, and he during the whole day, took continued the practice during supper at nine, went to bed, the remainder of his life. and have continued the practice

"I spent,” says Dr. Paley, up to this hour.” when giving an account of the Bishop Jewell rose regularly early part of his life at college, at four; the learned lawyer and

for I


pious Christian, Sir Matthew their way, they talked briskly, Hale, studied sixteen hours

as young people usually do. every day, and was an early Why did you get excused riser; Dr. Parkhurst, the phi- this morning ?” asked the one lologist, rose regularly at five whom her companion called in summer, and six in the Nannie. winter, and, in the latter season, “The hour for my musiche made his own fire.

lesson is changed,” said the other, whose name was Lilie;

“how did you get off ?” THE OLD BLUE CLOAK. “I asked Miss V- to let me

go home, as we are expecting YLL night long sleet had an aunt of mother's, whom she

fallen, covering every- hasn't seen since I was a baby; thing with a coating I suspect she is here

now, of ice, and in the morning a

heard the train

time light snow had succeeded, which ago.” seemed to make the roads even “O, Nannie!” cried Lilie, more slippery. Walking was suddenly, "just look at that almost impossible, and yet it ap- old woman; did you ever see peared the safest mode of moving anything so funny?” about after all, for the carriages Going along a little distance slipped and swung from side to before them was an elderly lady side in a way which was uncom- who really presented a most fortable, not to say dangerous. peculiar appearance. She was

Just as the great church- wrapped in an old-fashioned clock struck eleven, two young blue cloak, made with several girls came to the door of a large capes, and her head was comschool, and commenced the pletely enveloped in a large rather perilous task of descend- green veil. She made many ing the high stone steps. After efforts to maintain her footing, many slips and much laughter, throwing out her arms occasionthey reached the pavement in ally, in a fashion that seemed safety, and walked away, cling- most ludicrous to the two girls ing fast to each other. They behind her. were pretty, bright - looking Suddenly Nannie's face grew girls, evidently the best of sober; “Lil,” said she, “it's a friends; and as they kept on shame to laugh at the poor old

o she

creature; suppose she were to Then she linked the feeble old fall."

arm in her own, so young and Just here the old lady made strong; and they walked on another slip, and Lilie's muff together, talking pleasantly, went up to her mouth to smother paying no attention to the looks her laugh, which nevertheless of surprise and amusement reached the lady's quick ear. which were shown by some who

“For shame, Lil!” said passed them. Nannie, indignantly,

At last they came to a plain almost fell; I'm going to help yet substantial house, at which her.”

Nannie paused. “Nannie Blake, you'll do “I am sure you must be nothing of the kind,” said Lilie, tired,” she said, “ do come in and grasping her arm; “a pretty rest, and then I will take you figure you'd cut ; and here home after that. I know my come the Beverleys, too!” mother will be glad to see you.”

"I don't care for all the A smile crossed the face hidden Beverleys in the world,” said by the convenient green veil, Nannie, warmly; “only suppose while the old lady quietly said, that was my dear old grand- "Thank

you, I will go in, for mother,-I'd want folks to be I am tired and cold.” kind to her; so I'll do all I O, my aunt has come!' can for other people's grand- cried Nannie, joyfully, stummothers."

bling over a large trunk, as she “Pardon me,” said a pleasant led her charge into the sittinggirlish voice beside the old lady, “but if you will take my arm, “Mother,”—she began, in a I think you will find that two half apologetic tone; but just are better than one on such a then the old lady threw aside day as this."

her veil ; and, at the sight of "Thank you,” said the lady, the handsome, kindly face which while a pair of bright eyes appeared, Mrs. Blake gave a cry, looked sharply through the old and threw her arms around the green veil ;

“ but perhaps we stranger's neck. Stranger! No, are not going the same way; I indeed; not a stranger, but the am going to Cedar-street.” dear aunt whom Mrs. Blake “So am I,” said Nannie; “I was accustomed to call her

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sure protection against pickwith which Nannie regarded pockets : but I think in future these unexpected proceedings. I shall value it more than any

Well, dear,” she said, article I own; for it has given stretching out one arm of the me a glimpse of my niece's blue cloak,

are you sorry that character which but for it I the

poor old woman, whom you might never have had.” helped in spite of your friend, is your aunt?"

“O, no!” said Nannie, spring- THE STEAM-ENGINE: ing gladly to her side, “but it all seems so strange.” Well,” said the old lady, “I

HAT wonderful triumph .saw a carriage waiting at the of human ingenuity, the .station that I thought was

steam - engine, has yours, but they all swung about reached its present state of that I was afraid to trust fection by slow and almost myself in one. I therefore had insensible steps. The first idea my trunk put in a waggon, and of employing steam as a source started off on foot. I am heartily of motion, seems to have ocglad that I did so; for, Mary, curred to Heron, a philosopher I have learned that your daugh- of Alexandria, who flourished ter is worthy of her mother and about forty years before the grandmother."

birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. Then she told the whole story; He introduced steam into a and Mrs. Blake was very proud hollow globe, turning on an and thankful to find that her axis, and having two tubes daughter had sacrificed her own standing out from its sides, pleasure and convenience for a through which the steam esseemingly friendless and for- caped into the surrounding air lorn old woman.

with such force that the resist“What made you wear this ? ance, or reaction, as it is called, asked Mrs. Blake, lifting the made the globe turn round. blue cloak which had fallen One thousand six hundred years from her aunt's shoulders. after Heron had made his ex

* Partly because it is warm, periments, Bianca, an Italian, and partly because I knew such published an account of another a dingy old cloak would be a form of steam-engine, in which

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