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4 never his mirih, his diversion, his solace ; it never makes him young again, with recalling his young times. The children of the very poor have no young times. It makes the very heart to bleed to overhear the casual street-talk between a poor woman and her little girl--a woman of the better sort of poor, in a condition rather above the squalid beings which we have been contemplating. It is not of toys, of nursery books, of summer holydays (fitting that age,) of the promised sight, or play: os praised sufficiency
at school. It is of mangling* and clear-starching, of the 5 price of coals, or of potatoes. The questions of the child,
that should be the very outpourings of curiosity in idleness, are marked with forecast and melancholy providence. It has coine to be a“ woman, before it was a child. It has learned to go to market; it chaffers, it haggles, it envies, it murmurs; it is knowing, acute, sharpened ;-it never prattles. Had we not reason to say, that the home of the very poor is no home?
How beautiful is night!
· Breaks the serene of heaven:
Beneath her steady ray,
The desert circle spreads,
How beautiful is night!
No station is in view,
The mother and her child;
They, at this untimely hour
* Mangling, an operation with clothes used instead of ironing.
tion.-BIBLE. I Now the Philistines fought against Israel, and the men of Israel fled from before the Philistines, and fell down slain in Mount Gilboa. And the Philistines followed hard upon Saul and upon his sons; and the Philistines slew Jonathan, and Abinadab and Malchi-shua, Saul's sons. And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers hit him ; and he was sore wounded of the archers. Then said Saul
unto his armor-bearer, Draw thy sword, and thrust me · through therewith; lest these uncircumcised come and
thrust me through, and abuse me. But his armor-bearer 2 would not: for he was sore afraid. Therefore Saul took
a sword, and sell upon it. And when his armor-bearer saw that Saul was dead, he fell likewise upon his sword, and died with him. So Saul died, and his three sons, and his armor-bearer, and all his mcn, that same day together.
And when the men of Israel that were on the other side of the valley, and they that were on the other side Jordan saw that the men of Israel fled, and that Saul and his sons were dead, they forsook the cities, and fled; and the Phil
istines came and dwelt in them. And it came to pass on 3 the morrow, when the Philistines came to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount Gilboa.' And they cut off his head, and stripped off his armor, and sent into the land of the Philistines round about, to publish it in the house of their idols, and among the people. And they put his armor in the house of Ashtaroth : and they fastened his body to the wall of Beth-shan.
And when the inhabitants of Jabesh-gilead heard of that which the Philistines had done to Saul, all the val
iant men arose, and went all night, and took the body of 4 Saul, and the bodies of his sons from the wall of Beth
shan, and came to Jabesh, and burnt them there. And they took their bones, and buried them under a tree at Jabesh, and fasted seven days.
Now it came to pass on the third day, that behold, a man came out of the camp from Saul, with his clothes rent and earth upon his head : and so it was, when he came to David, that he fell to the earth, and did obeisance. And Da
vid said unto him, From whence comest thou? And lie
said unto him, Out of the camp of Israel am I escaped. And 5 David said unto him, How went the matter? I pray thee,
tell me. And he answered, That the people are fled from the battle, and many of the people also are fallen and dead; and Saul and Jonathan his son are dead also. And David said unto the young man that told him, How knowest thou that Saul and Jonathan his son be dead? And the young man that told him said, As I happened by chance upon Mount Gilboa, behold Saul leaned upon his spear; and lo, the chariots and horsemen followed hard after him. And
when he looked behind him, he saw me, and called unto
6 me. And I answered, Here am I. And he said unto Come, Who art thou? And I answered him, I am an Ama
lekite. He said unto me again, Stand, I pray thee, upon me, and slay me : for anguish is come upon me, because my life is yet whole in me. So I stood upon him, and slew hiin, because I was sure that he could not live after that he was fallen : and I took the crown that was upon his head, and the bracelet that was on his arın, and have brought them hither unto my lord. Then David took hold
on his clothes, and rent them; and likewise all the men 7 that were with him : And they mourned and wept, and fast
ed until even, for Saul and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the Lord, and for the house of Israel; because they were fallen by the sword.
And David lamented with this lamentation over Saul, and over Jonathan his son: The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph. Ye mountains of Gilboa, let 8there be no dew, neither let there be rain upon you, nor
fields of offerings : for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil. From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty. Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided : they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions. Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, with
9 other delights; who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel. How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the batile ! 0 Jonathan, thou wast slain in thy high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
On receiving his Mother's Picture.-CowPER.
Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ?
And, turning from my nursery window, drew 2 A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!
But was it such ?--It was.--Where thou art gone,
By expectation every day beguiled,
Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went,
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more,
And where the gardener Robin, day by day
Delighted with my bauble-coach, and wrapped 4 In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped,
'Tis now become a history little known,
Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, 5 The biscuit or confectionary plum ;
The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed
Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay
Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere,
Could time, his slight reversed, restore the hours,
Could those few pleasant days again appear, 7 Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
I would not trust my heart—the dear delight