Pray the Lord," the sound came faintly, But the dewy eyes half opened Oh the trusting, sweet confiding Of the child-heart! Would that I Oh, the rapture, sweet, unbroken, If, of all that has been written, I could choose what might be mine, LEARNING TO PRAY.-MARY E. DODGE. Kneeling, fair in the twilight gray, A beautiful child was trying to pray; His bare little feet half hidden, 'I want to laugh. Is it naughty? Say, I want to be out-doors playing, And run, all undressed, down stairs. "I can see the flowers in the garden-bed, "When I say, 'Now I lay me'-word for word, Would Thank you, dear God,' be right? And papa, and Sammy O mamma! you nodded I might." Clasping his hands and hiding his face, His mother's nod and sanction sweet "Thank you for making this home so nice, "Now, mamma, rock me - just a minute- And stay all night down stairs!" The mother, singing, clasped him tight, For well she knew that the artless joy INFAMOUS LEGISLATION.-EDMUND BURKE, Since I had the honor-I should say the dishonor― of sitting in this house, I have been witness to many strange, many infamous transactions. What can be your intention in attacking all honor and virtue? Do you mean to bring all men to a level with yourselves, and to extirpate all honor and independence? Perhaps you imagine a vote will settle the whole controversy. Alas! FF you are not aware that the manner in which your vote is procured is a secret to no man. After Listen. For, if you are not totally callous, if your consciences are not seared, I will speak daggers to your souls, and wake you to all the pangs of guilty recollection. I will follow you with whips and stings, through every maze of your unexampled turpitude, and plant thorns under the rose of ministerial approbation. You have flagrantly violated justice and the law of the land, and opened a door for anarchy and confusion. assuming an arbitrary dominion over law and justice, you issue orders, warrants, and proclamations, against every opponent, and send prisoners to your Bastile all those who have the courage and virtue to defend the freedom of their country. But it is in vain that you hope by fear and terror to extinguish the native British fire. The more sacrifices, the more martyrs you make, the more numerous the sons of liberty will become. They will multiply like the hydra, and hurl vengeance on your heads. Let others act as they will; while I have a tongue or an arm, they shall be free. And that I may not be a witness of these monstrous proceedings, I will leave the house; nor do I doubt but every independent, every honest man, every friend to England, will follow me. These walls are unholy, baleful, deadly, while a prostitute majority holds the bolt of parliamentary power, and hurls its vengeance only upon the virtuous. To yourselves, therefore, I consign you. Enjoy your pandemonium. THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY.-REV. R. H. BARHAM ABRIDGED AND ADAPTED FOR RECITATION. The Lady Jane was tall and slim, The Lady Jane was fair; And Sir Thomas, her lord, was stout of limb, And his cough was short, and his eyes were dim, And he wore green "specs" with a tortoise-shell rim, And they were a loving pair! And wherever they went, or wherever they came, The people cried, All sorts of pleasure, and no sort of pain, To Sir Thomas the good, and the fair Lady Jane! Now Sir Thomas the good, be it well understood, While an "old daddy-long-legs," whose long legs and thighs Now as Lady Jane was tall and slim, And Lady Jane was fair, And a good many years the junior of him, There are some might be found entertaining a notion To that part of science folks style entomology, And, to such a fair dame, Really demanded some sort of apology; At a gnat, or a bat, or a cat, or a rat, At great ugly things, all legs and wings, With nasty long tails, armed with nasty long stings; But no, ah no! 'twas by no means so With the fair Lady Jane. Tout au contraire, no lady so fair Was e'er known to wear more contented an air; Some toothsome conserve, of quince, apple, or pear; Nay, more; don't suppose With such doings as those This account of her merits must come to a close; Sat her kinsman MacBride, Captain Dugald MacBride, Royal Scots Fusiliers; While she was a-knitting, Reading aloud, with a very grave look, It was always the same, The Captain was reading aloud to the dame, Till, from having gone through half the books on the shelf, They were almost as wise as Sir Thomas himself. Well it happened one day I really can't say The particular month, but I think 'twas in May, "Twas I know in the spring-time, when "nature looks gay," As the poet observes, and on tree-top and spray, The dear little dickey birds carol away That the whole of the house was thrown into affright A light breakfast,-bacon, An egg, a little broiled haddock, at most A round and a half of some hot buttered toast, He had called for his hat With the brim that I've said was so broad and so flat, And his "specs" with the tortoise-shell rim, and his cane. |