A clew that soon shall set you free! Herself could serve you with a better. XX. NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER. THE lover, in melodious verses XXI. THE SNAIL. To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall, Together. Of weather. Give but his horns the slightest touch, Wherever he dwells, he dwells alone, Whole treasure. Thus, hermit-like, his life he leads, The faster. Who seeks him must be worse than blind, (He and his house are so combined) If finding it, he fails to find Its master. THE CONTRITE HEART. THE Lord will happiness divine I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain I sometimes think myself inclined My best desires are faint and few, I see thy saints with comfort filled, When in thy house of prayer; Thy words, Immanuel, all forbid It was the sight of thy dear cross First weaned my soul from earthly things, And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. I want that grace that springs from thee, A TALE.* IN Scotland's realm where trees are few, But where, however bleak the view, For husband there and wife may boast This tale is founded on an article of intelligence which the author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words : Glasgow, May 23. In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert now ly ing at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock, however, visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it but when she descends to the hull for food. And false ones are as rare almost In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare, The spring drew near, each felt a breast They paired, and would have built a nest, The heath uncovered, and the moors, Long time a breeding place they sought, A ship!could such a restless thing Hush--Silent hearers profit most— Proved kinder to them than the coast But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal, Within that cavity aloft, Their roofless home they fixed. |