And he returned to the man of God, he and all his company, and came and stood before him: and he said, Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth but 6 in Israel; now therefore, I pray thee, take a blessing of thy servant. But he said, As the Lord liveth, before whom I stand, I will receive none. And he urged him to take it but he refused. So he departed 7 from him a little way. But Gehazi, the servant of Elisha, the man of God, said, Behold, my master hath spared Naaman this Syrian, in not receiving at his hands that which he brought; but, as the Lord liveth, I will run after him, and take somewhat of him. So Gehazi followed after Naaman: and when Naaman saw him running after him, he lighted down from the chariot to meet him, and said, Is all well? And he said, All is well. My master hath sent me, saying, Behold, even now there be come to me from mount Ephraim two young men of the sons of the prophets: give them, I pray thee, a talent of silver, and two changes of garments. And Naaman said, Be content; take two talents. And he urged him, and bound two talents of silver in two bags, with two changes of garments, and laid them upon two of 8 his servants; and they bare them before him. And when he came to the tower, he took them from their hand, and bestowed them in the house; and he let the men go, and they departed. But he went in and stood before his master. And Elisha said unto him, Whence comest thou, Gehazi? And he said, Thy servant went no whither. And he said unto him, Went not my heart with thee, when the man turned again from his chariot to meet thee? Is it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and oliveyards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and men-ser9 vants, and maid-servants? The leprosy, therefore, of NaaAnd he went out man shall cleave unto thee. from his presence a lepèr.. white as snow. LESSON XXXVII. The Little Graves.-ANONYMOUS. 1 "Twas autumn, and the leaves were dry, And chilly winds went whistling by, 2 As through the grave-yard's lone retreat By meditation led, I walked, with slow and cautious feet, 3 Three little graves, ranged side by side, My close attention drew; O'er two, the tall grass bending, sighed, 4 As, lingering there, I mused awhile 5 Her form was bowed, but not with years, 6 A prattling boy, some four years old, 7 "Mamma, now you must love me more, For little sister's dead; And t'other sister died before, 8 "Mamma, what made sweet sister die? She loved me when we played: You told me, If I would not cry, 9 ""Tis here, my child, that sister lies, No light comes to her little eyes, 10 " Mamma, why can't we take her up, And put her in my bed? I'll feed her from my little cup, And then she won't be dead: 11 "For sister'll be afraid to lie 12"No, sister is not cold, my child, As he looked down from heaven and smiled, 3 "And then her spirit quickly fled 14 "Mamma, won't she be hungry there, 15 " Papa must go and carry some; And he must bring sweet sister home, 16"No, my dear child, that cannot be; 17 "Let little children come to me,' 9* 101 1 LESSON XXXVIII. To-Morrow.-COTTON. TO-MORROW, didst thou say? Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow : Against thy plenty-who takes thy ready cash, It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of Time, 2 Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society But soft, my friend-arrest the present moment 3 They post to heaven, and there record thy folly; Didst let them pass unnoticed, unimproved. For every fugitive; and when thou thus Of hoodwinked justice, who shall tell thy audit? 4 Imprint the marks of wisdom on its wings. "Tis of more worth than kingdoms: far more precious Than all the crimson treasures of life's fountain. Oh! let it not elude thy grasp; but, like The good old patriarch upon record, Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. I have some favorite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight. I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiam of devotion, or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing? Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the Eolian harp, passive takes the impression of the passing accident? Or do these workings argue something within us above "the trodden clod ?" I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities-a God that made all things-man's immaterial and immortal nature-and a world of weal or wo beyond death and the grave.-Burns. 1 LESSON XXXIX. The Humming Bird.-AUDUBON. WHERE is the person who, on seeing this lovely little creature moving on humming winglets through the air, suspended as if by magic in it, flitting from one flower to another, with motions as graceful as they are light and airy, pursuing its course over our extensive continent, and yielding new delights wherever it is seen ;—where is the person, I ask, who, on observing this glittering fragment of the rainbow, would not pause, admire, and instantly turn his mind with reverence toward the Almighty Creator, the wonders of whose hand we at every step discover, and of 2 whose sublime conceptions we every where observe the manifestations in his admirable system of creation? There breathes not such a person; so kindly have we all been blessed with that intuitive and noble feeling-admiration. No sooner has the returning sun again introduced the vernal season, and caused millions of plants to expand their leaves and blossoms to his genial beams, than the little Humming Bird is seen advancing on fairy wings, carefully visiting every opening flower-cup, and, like a curious florist, removing from each the injurious insects that otherwise would 3 erelong cause their beauteous petals to droop and decay. Hoisted in the air, it is observed peeping cautiously, and |