The next who came to this mortal sphere. With hearts that mourn, and eyes that weep? Love. I staid till the last, low prayer was said, Sweet sister, O say, hast thou found a home? Peace. Sisters, we met at the infant's bed, And left ye there—and to manhood turned, - Love and Joy. Long time we stood by that infant's bed, Long-suffering. Hail, sisters sweet! we meet once more; Have ye found a home are your wanderings o'er? Where sorrow and sickness have found a home. Through all the woes of the bitter past, Gentleness and Goodness. He waiteth the summons; As lieth the clouds In the sunset skies; The sun to his rest, So sinketh he now On his master's breast. And cheered his heart; And taken from death The bitterest smart. We left him with Faith, And she cometh now, With her beaming eye He has gone to his God, -triumphant he passed! Say, sister meek, what tale dost thou bring, Through what scenes hast thou passed, with thy gentle wing? But sister, sweet sister! I've met thee oft,- Temperance. Sisters, all hail! and I am the last? O'er all the world has my spirit passed. The work has begun - the mighty, the strong, Which swells o'er the earth. The wicked hath turned And low at the feet of a Saviour must bow. Where again we shall meet, and say not farewell? If we all meet again, On the earth, ne'er to part, Sweet sisters, 't will be In the Christian's heart. But the home of our spirit Mid the glories of heaven. THE FOUR WISHES. ANONYMOUS. First Voice. I would shine in diamonds, in colored gems be drest; And I would lead the ton, by wealth's commanding power; hour. Second Voice. I would be a beauty, and flash my brilliant eye; blazed. So I would charm the world by my bewitching power; Third Voice. Give me nor wealth nor beauty!—I ask a spirit keen; Fourth Voice. These tempting gifts 1 dare not ask,—they blight the soul when given; Oh! rather grant me a pure heart, which guides us straight to heaven; A gentle spirit from above, to lead in wisdom's ways, To make me humble in my youth, and useful all my days. ON CURIOSITY. COMM. SCRIPT. FOUR BOYS-WILLIAM, LOUIS, JAMES, AND HENRY. Louis. I've found something! O Bill, you can't guess what it is! William. What is it? [Turning to James.] James, Louis has found something. James. What is it? Let me see, won't you ? Louis. O, I shan't let anybody see it till they guess what it is. [He holds his hand close.] Wil. Is it money? James. Is it a knife? Louis. Guess on, and I'll bow my head when you 're right. Wil. Tell us the first letter ! James. Yes; it is not fair to keep us waiting so. Louis. Ho! it belongs to me; I needn't tell any one unless I choose to. James. You'll tell us, won't you? Louis. I don't know that! Wil. Then, James, we won't play with him, will we? James. No; and we won't show him anything we get. Father's going to buy me something to-morrow,—it's my birth day. Wil. What is it, Jim? Let me see it won't you? James. Yes, but Louis shan't, if he don't tell me what he 's found. Louis. Ho! I don't believe it will be much. Wil. I guess it will, for his father is able to buy him a great deal, is he not, Jim? James. Yes, it will be worth, I shan't say how much. Louis. 'Cause you don't know. It will not be worth a pin sight. Wil. It will, too; come, Louis, let us see it. James. Poh! I don't believe he has anything. Louis. I have too! Just see how large my hand is! I can't hardly shut it. James. Let's get it away from him, Bill, will you? Louis. I should like to see you try. I can master both of you. James. O, O, Bill! I've found something too! [Snatches something from the ground.] Look here. Louis. I don't believe it. James. I have-have n't I, Bill? |