Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast-
Thou too, again, stupendous mountain! thou
That, as I raise my head, a while bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base

Slow traveling, with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud

To rise before me-rise, oh, ever rise!

Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth!
Thou kingly spirit, throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven,
Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

S. T. COLERIDGE,

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THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.

ING FRANCIS was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,

And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the court: The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their

side,

And 'mongst them Count de Lorge, with one he hoped to make his bride:

And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show,

Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing

jaws;

They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;

With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled one on another,

Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thund'rous

smother;

The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air;

Said Francis then, "Good gentlemen, we're better here than there!"

De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, a beauteous, lively dame,

With smiling lips, and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same:

She thought, "The Count, my lover, is as brave as brave can be;

He surely would do desperate things to show his love of

me!

King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the chance is wondrous

fine;

I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine!"

She dropped her glove to prove his love; then looked on him and smiled;

He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions

wild:

The leap was quick; return was quick; he soon regained his place;

Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face!

"In truth!" cried Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:

No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that!"-LEIGH HUNT.

AULD LANG SYNE.

HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

SHOUL

And never brought to min'?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days o' auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;

But we've wandered mony a weary foot

Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn

Frae mornin' sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o' thine;

And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught

For auld lang syne!

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,

And surely I'll be mine;

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne!-ROBERT Burns.

SURLY TIM'S TROUBLE.

A LANCASHIRE STORY.

THE factory was situated on the outskirts of a thriving

country town near Manchester, and at the end of the lane that led from it to the more thickly populated part there was a path crossing a field to the pretty church and church-yard, and this path was a short cut homeward for me.

It so happened that in passing here one night, and glancing in among the graves and marble monuments as usual, I caught sight of a dark figure, sitting upon a little mound under a tree, and resting its head upon its hands, and in this sad-looking figure I recognized the muscular outline of the man, called by his fellow-workmen Surly Tim.

He did not see me at first, and I was almost inclined to think it best to leave him alone; but as I half turned away, he stirred with something like a faint moan, and then lifted his head, and saw me standing in the bright, clear moonlight.

"Who's theer?" he said. "Dost ta want owt?"

"It is only Doncaster, Hibblethwaite," I returned, as I sprang over the low stone wall to join him. "What is the matter, old fellow? I thought I heard you groan just now."

"Yo mought ha done, Mester," he answered, heavily. "Happen tha did. I dunnot know mysen. Nowts th' matter though, as I knows on, on'y I'm a bit out o' soarts."

He turned his head aside slightly, and began to pull at the blades of grass on the mound, and all at once, I saw that his hand was trembling nervously.

It was almost three minutes before he spoke again. "That un belongs to me," he said, suddenly, at last, pointing to a longer mound at his feet. "An' this little un," signifying with an indescribable gesture the small one upon which he sat.

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Poor fellow," I said, "I see now."

"A little lad o' mine," he said, slowly and tremulously. "A little lad o' mine an'-an' his mother."

"What!" I exclaimed, "I never knew that you were a married man, Tim."

He dropped his head upon his hand again, still pulling nervously at the grass with the other.

"Th' law says I beant, Mester," he answered, in a painful strained fashion. "I canna tell mysen what God-a'-moughty 'ud say about it."

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"I don't understand," I faltered; "you don't mean to the poor girl never was your wife, Hibblethwaite." "That's what th' law says," slowly; "I thowt different mysen, an' so did th' poor lass. That's what's the matter, Mester; that's th' trouble.

"It wor welly about six year ago I cum'n here," he said, "more or less, welly about six year. I wor a quiet chap then, Mester, an' had na many friends, but I had more than I ha' now. Happen I wor better nater'd, but just as loike I wor loighter-hearted-but that's nowt to do wi' it.

"I had na been here more than a week when theer comes a young woman to moind a loom i' th' next room to me, an' this young woman, bein' pretty an' modest, takes my fancy. She wor na loike th' rest o' the wenches-loud talkin' and slattern i' her ways, she wor just quiet loike and nowt else. First time I seed her I says to mysen, 'Theer's a lass 'at's seed trouble;' an' somehow toime I seed her afterward I says to myevery