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But my Father and Mother were summoned away,
And they left me to hard-hearted strangers a prey;
I fled from their rigour with many a sigh,
And now I'm a poor little Wandering Boy.

The wind it is keen, (7) and the snow loads the gale;
And no one will list (8) to my innocent tale :
I'll go to the grave where my parents both lie,
And death shall befriend the poor Wandering Boy.


(7) Keen-cold.—(8) List-short for listen.


The bird that soars on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest ;
And she that doth most sweetly sing,
Sings in the shade, when all things rest;
In Lark and Nightingale we see,
What honour hath Humility.

When Mary chose“ the better part,"
She meekly sat at Jesus' feet;
And Lydia's gently opened heart,
Was made for God's own temple meet.
Fairest and least adorned is she,
Whose clothing is humility.

The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown,
In deepest adoration bends ;
The weight of glory bows him down,
Then most, when most his soul ascends.
Nearest the throne itself must be,
The footstool of humility.

J. MONTGOMERY. In reading the biographies of great and good men you will find, with but few exceptions, that the greatest men have generally been the humblest. Take for example the immortal name of Newton, how transcendent was his genius, yet how humble in all things did he at all times show himself,

As in the natural world with the Nightingale and Lark. so it is in the world of Man, an unassuming and plain deportment conceals frequently great and glorious powers.


The stately homes of England,

How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral (1) trees,

O’er all the pleasant land !
The Deer across their green sward bound,

Through shade and sunny gleam,
And the Swan glides past them with the sound,

Of some rejoicing stream.

The merry homes of England !

Around their hearths by night,
What gladsome looks of household love,

Meet in the ruddy light!
(1) Ancestral --relating or belonging to ancestors.

There Woman's voice flows forth in song,

Or childhood's tale is told;
Or lips move tunefully (2) along,

Some glorious page of old.

The cottage-homes of England;

By thousands on her plains,
They are smiling o'er the silvery brook,

And round the hamlet-fanes ;
Through glowing orchards forth they peep,

Each from its nook of leaves;
And fearless there the lowly sleep,

As the bird beneath their eaves.

The free fair homes of England;

Long, long in hut and hall,
May hearts of native proof be rear'd,

To guard each hallow'd wall;
And green for ever be the groves,

And bright the flowery sod,
Where first the child's glad spirit loves,
Its country and its God.

MRS. HEMANS. (2) Tunefully-musically, pleasantly.—(3) Nook-corner or bed.

(4) Hallow'd-sacred. The subject of the above verses is the 'Homes of England.' commencing with the Stately Homes of England,' down to the

Cottage Homes of England. And true it is that the Peasant's small cot is as dear to him, and perhaps more so, than the splendid mansion is to the Nobleman. In no country more than England do the people value so highly their homes and their hearths. In them are centred their affections, their hopes, their joys ;-and in them, as a quiet haven, they seek repose and tranquility from the stormy and turbulent world. Little boys and girls cannot value too much their happy and comfortable homes.


“I would not have a slave to till my ground,

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews 1 bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No! I would rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten on him.
We have no slaves at home-then why abroad ?
And they themselves, once ferried 2 o'er the waves
That part us, are emancipate 3 and loosed.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free ;
They touch our country, and their shackles 4 fall.”


(1) Sinews-muscles.—(2) Ferried-crossed over by means of a vessel.—(3) Emancipate-free, no longer slaves.—(4) Shackles chains, bonds.

It is a right glorious fact that "Slaves cannot breathe in England.' We have no slaves to tarnish the glory of merry England! We live in a land where all are free!—free to act, free to live, free to think, with enlightened justice, and pure laws. Let us be thankful to the great Jehovah that our land is so signally blessed! but alas ! across the Atlantic, in some parts of America, slavery exists,-men are bought and sold like cattle, and the poor African there endures bitter and horrible oppression. To those who would like to learn what slavery means, let them read a remarkable book, entitled 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.'


Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing!
Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring ?
“We come from the shores of the green old Nile, 1
From the land where the roses of Sharon smile,
From the palms that wave through the Indian sky,
From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.

“We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd, -
Silent they lie with the deserts around !
We have cross'd proud rivers, whose tide hath roll’d,
All dark with the warrior-blood of old;
And each worn wing hath regain'd its home,
Under peasants' roof-tree or monarch's dome.”

And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, 2
Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam ?
“We have found a change, we have found a pall, 3
And a gloom o’er-shadowing the banquet hall,
And a mark on the floor as of life-drops spilt,-
Nought looks the same, save the nest we built!”

(1) Nile-This is a celebrated river, as the reader no doubt will recollect, whose yearly overflowing renders Egypt an extremely fertile country. The Hippopotamus frequents the banks of this river, and a specimen (the first live one ever brought to this country) came from thence, which is now exhibited in the Zoological Gardens, Regent's Park. The length of the course of the Nile is upwards of 2000 miles. (2) Domembuilding, a royal residence.--(3) Pall--a covering for the dead.

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