How blessed for the meadow itself, let the stream and its value be great or small! Labour is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force; the sacred celestial Life-Essence breathed into him by Almighty God, from his inmost heart awakens him to all nobleness, to all knowledge,-" Self-knowledge," and much else, so soon as work fitly begins. Knowledge? The knowledge that will hold good in working, cleave thou to that; for Nature herself accredits that, says Yea to that. Properly, thou hast no other knowledge but what thou hast got by working: the rest is yet all a hypothesis of knowledge; a thing to be argued of in schools,-a thing floating in the clouds, in endless logic vortices, till we we try, and fix it. "Doubt, of whatever kind, can be ended by action alone." T. CARLYLE. THE OLD SEXTON. SAD seem'd the strong grey-headed man, One daughter, little Jane, had he- And when she laugh'd aloud and free, For she within his heart had crept, All else to him appear'd as dead, And beast, and home, and man, and wife, And when she still could hardly walk Around her waist in sports he tied One day upon a baby's grave His morning's work must Simon spend, And Jane her seat by him must have, And all his well-known task attend. Soon, 'mid the herbage soft and green Old Simon, almost resting now, Then Jane cried out in sudden glee,- With room enough, and none to spare." The father's hand let fall the spade, JOHN STERLING. THE POOR MAN'S RICHES. POOR! did you call me? My wants are but few, And generous Nature Gives more than my due; The air and the sunshine, No close-handed miser, That e'er had a hoard, Could reckon such treasure As I can afford: The wood in its verdure, My wealth is substantial, Wealth could procure me I've both in my conscience What more do I need? The joys that delight me And boundless domains; I've rivers and mountains, The robin's my minstrel, The rich and the mighty In whispering foliage |