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But I'm afraid you'll think me very bold."
"Oh no; go on!—I'm not afraid—of cold "—
"Why then go on?—1 think you hardly know;
But I'll unbutton it if you say so.

"Dear me! I've pulled the button off, I vow;

If you'd a wife, she'd sew it for you now!"

"I wish that you would ".—" Eh ?"—" would sew it on—

And something else! "—His modest features shone.

But not a word his palsied tongue could frame.

"Well,' something else' has surely got a name?"

He covered up his face and whispered this,—

"1 wish you'd give me something!" "What?" "A kiss I *

"Why, Mr. Slow, you are a curious elf;

A man in such a case should help himself!

For if a lady gave one, that would be

Like sealing an engagement,—don't you see?"

"That's what I want!" "Now really! Is it so T
Well, just suppose that I have not said no!"
A maiden's coyness overwhelmed him: "Ah!"
He whispered, blushing, " Thank you: ask papa!"

She laughed outright; though 'twas indeed no joke!
He thought this was the proper form; but spoke
Quite freely now, and had so much to say,
That, ere she left, he made her fix the day!
A little help quite cured his single trouble,
And very soon they loved each other double.

HOLD THE LIGHT.

Ho! thou traveler on life's highway,

Moving carelessly along,—
Pausing not to watch the shadows

Towering o'er the mighty throng;—
Stand aside, and mark how feebly

Some are struggling in the fight,
Turning on thee wistful glances—

Begging thee to hold the light I

Look! upon thy right a brother

Wanders blindly from the way;
And upon thy left a sister,

Frail and erring, turns astray;
One kind word, perchance, may save them—

Guide their wayward steps aright;
Canst thoir, then. wit'.hold thv counsel?

No! but fly and hold the light.

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Hark ! a feeble wail of sorrow

Bursts from the advancing throng; And a little child is groping

Through the darkness, deep and long; Tis a timid orphan, shivering

'Neath misfortune's withering blight; Friends, home, love, are all denied her;

Oh! in pity hold the light.

Not alone from heathen darkness,

Where the pagan bows the knee,
Worshipping his brazen image

With a blind idolatry—
Where no blessed Gospel teachings

E'er illume the soul's dark night,
Comes the cry to fellow mortals,

Wild and pleading, " Hold the light!"

Here, as well, in life's broad highway,

Are benighted wanderers found;
And if all the strong would heed them.

Lights would glimmer all around.
Acts of love and deeds of kindness

Then would make earth's pathway bright,
And there'd be no need of calling

"Ho! thou traveler, hold the light!"

MEASURING THE BABY—Emma Alice B*owx.

We measured the riotous baby

Against the cottage-wall—
A lily grew on the threshold,

And the boy was just as tall;
A royal tiger-lily,

With spots of purple and gold,
And a heart like a jeweled chalice,

The fragrant dew to hold.

Without, the bluebirds whistled

High up in the old roof-trees,
And to and fro at the window

The red rose rocked her bees;
And the wee pink fists of the baby

Were never a moment still,
Snatching at shine and shadow

That danced on the lattice-sill.
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Silent and awe-struck does he hear

The imprecations of the night.

The white spray beats against the panes

Like some wet "ghost that down the air

Is hunted by a troop of fiends

And seeks a shelter anywhere.

He prays aloud—the lonely man—
For every soul that night at sea;
But more than all for that brave boy
Who used to gayly climb his knee,—
Young Charlie with his chestnut hair
And hazel eyes and laughing lip,—
"May Heaven look down," the old man criea,
"Upon my son, and on his ship."

While thus with pious heart he prays,
Far in the distance sounds a boom,—
He pauses, and again there rings
That sullen thunder through the room.
A ship upon the shoals to-night!
She cannot hold for one half-hour;
But clear the ropes and grappling-hooks,
And trust in the Almighty Power.

On the drenched gallery he stands

Striving to pierce the solid night;

Across the sea the red-eye throws

A steady crimson wake of light,

And where it falls upon the waves

He sees a human head float by,

With long drenched curls of chestnut hair,

And wild but fearless hazel eye.

Out with the hooks! One mighty fling!
Adown the wind the long rope curls.
Oh! will it catch? Ah,dread suspense!
While the wild ocean wilder whirls.
A steady pull— It tightens now!
Oh, his old heart will burst with joy,
As on the slippery rocks he pulls
The breathing body of his boy!

Still sweep the spectres through the sky,
Still scud the clouds before the storm,
Still naked in the howling night
The red-eyed lighthouse lifts its form.
Without, the world is wild with rage,
Unkenneled demons are abroad;
But with the father and the son
Within, there is the peace of God.

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