gave us an inspection-crack, from which we swept the neighborhood-saw and were unseen. Soon we heard the least possible sound of a foot on the hay. Turning our head, we beheld the productive but unprofitable hen stealing toward her secret nest. It was the one time too aften. We knew as much as she did. How rapacious are all conquerors! There was the rounded nest, well sunk in the corner, full, brimful of eggs-thirteen, besides one for a nest egg! As Oriental kings despoil a captured city, rob from a people, pull down their choice architecture and quite discrown its beauty, so we found the nest glowing white as marble, and left it-like hay. Is there not a Providence for hens? Is there not a fate that follows the most obscure and unwatched violence? His very example was We put the eggs safely in our coat-tail pocket, and walked cautiously. It recalled a piece of disreputable carelessness on our father's part, who once sat down on a dozen eggs, and went up as if every egg was a bomb, and every bomb an explosion. But then he was a notoriously absent-minded man. our safety. And yet we dwelt with some inward mirth, as we walked to the house, on the ludicrous figure which our father cut. Dinner was spread as we came in. Some questions came up which diverted our thoughts from the discovery of the nest-indeed, we forgot that we had eggs about us, and drew up to the table and sat down with an alacrity which was only equaled by the spring with which we got up. I drew my hand from my pocket streaming with liquid chicken, never to be born, and the disgusting secret was out! That woman was a saint! My pockets were duly eleansed, without one cutting word. I can imagine the process, but never like to dwell upon it. Would you believe it, the same thing happened in a few weeks again? It did, and to the very same person! But never since then, no-never! From that day to this we do not remember ever to have even taken an egg. 1. When I see a man who allows himself to be puffed up and flattered, I know that his time will come when he will sit down on his eggs. 2. When I see men who are robbing, right and left, and filling their pockets with unlawful wealth which other men earned, I say, "You will sit down on those eggs yet." 3. When over-cunning men think that they can outwit all their fellows, and are exulting at the success which their shrewdness has achieved, I say to myself, "Fill your pockets! By-and-by you will sit down on those eggs." HENRY WARD BEECHER. A TALE OF THE YORKSHIRE COAST. EAUTIFUL!" mebby it be, bairn, "BEAUTI Folk moastly praise t' sea; But I'se lived nigh hand it ower lang, It's mäan like a gräve to me. Dost see yon cottage upon t' hauf, It were a heartsome spot eneaf, For all it's se dowly now, When feyther fettled his nets at neet, Feyther, well, he were drouned, honey, I't' year as I were wed, We put him a stean, for respect, you know, In t' Churchgarth up on t' head. Muther, she deed at oor awn fireside, Ma Mairster säiled for Hartlypool, I'd ha like to lig by ma poor auld man; But never a priest might bless his gräve; T' rudder yoake an a cassen net I'd browt him first five stolart sons; But yan'll hearken t' bidding bell, But yan I said. How dars I say't? An t' lifeboat launch mid t' boiling surf, 112 As for Susan, her heart was kind For one she loved; an' that 'ere one An' all o' our folks ranked well, you see, My mother denied it, as mothers do, Was when my mother beside me knelt, square I served my sentence-a bitter pill An' somehow every vein I struck An', better than that, I was steady an' true, But I wrote to a trusty old neighbor, an' said, But when this neighbor he wrote to me, And when I arrived where I was grown, I took good care that I shouldn't be known; The same big fire-place, wide and high, Then-over the hill to the poor-house! One blowin', blusterin', winter's day, 1 |