NUMBER TWO. A PSALM OF LIFE.-H. W. LONGfellow. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no future, howe'er pleasant; We can make our lives sublime, Let us, then, be up and doing, THE BELL OF THE "ATLANTIC."-LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. The steamboat Atlantic, plying between Norwich, Conn. Nov. 26, 1846, and New York, was wrecked on an island near New London. Many of the passengers were on their way to join in the celebration of the annual Thanksgiving in New England. The bell of this boat, supported by a portion of the wreck, continued for many days and nights to toll as if in mournful requiem of the lost. Toll, toll, toll! Thou bell by billows swung, And, night and day, thy warning words Toll for the queenly boat, Wrecked on yon rocky shore! Toll for the master bold, The high-souled and the brave, Toll for the hardy crew, Sons of the storm and blast, Toll for the man of God, Whose hallowed voice of prayer How precious were those tones, Amid the fierce and freezing storm, And the mountain billow's strife! Toll for the lover, lost To the summoned bridal train; Toll for the absent sire, Who to his home drew near They heap the blazing hearth, But a fearful guest is at the gate;- Toll for the loved and fair, The whelmed beneath the tide,- Reft from the household throng; Toll for the hearts that bleed 'Neath misery's furrowing trace; Toll, toll, toll! O'er breeze and billow free; And with thy startling lore instruct Each rover of the sea. Tell how o'er proudest joys May swift destruction sweep, And bid him build his hopes on high- THE HYPOCHONDRIAC. Good morning, doctor; how do you do? I haint quite so well as I have been; but I think I'm some better than I was. I don't think that last medicine you gin me did me much good. I had a terrible time with the earache last night; my wife got up and drapt a few draps of walnut sap into it, and that relieved it some; but I didn't get a wink of sleep till nearly daylight. For nearly a week, doctor, I've had the worst kind of a narvous headache; it has been so bad sometimes that I thought my head would bust open. Oh, dear! I sometimes think that I'm the most afflictedest human that ever lived. Since this cold weather sot in, that troublesome cough, that I have had every winter for the last fifteen year, has began to pester me agin. (Coughs.) Doctor, do you think you can give me anything that will relieve this desprit pain I have in my side? Then I have a crick, at times, in the back of my neck, so that I can't turn my head without turning the hull of my body. (Coughs.) Oh, dear! What shall I do! I have consulted almost every doctor in the country, but they don't any of them seem to understand my case. I have tried everything that I could think of; but I can't find anything that does me the leastest good. (Coughs.) Oh this cough,-it will be the death of me yet! You know I had my right hip put out last fall at the rising of deacon Jones' saw mill; it's getting to be very troublesome just before we have a change of weather. Then I've got the sciatica in my right knee, and sometimes I'm so crippled up that I can hardly crawl round in any fashion. What do you think that old white mare of ours did while I was out ploughing last week? Why, the weacked old critter, she kept a-backing and backing on till she backed me right up agin the colter, and knocked a piece of skin off my shin nearly so big. (Coughs.) But I had a worse misfortune than that the other day, doctor. You see it was washing-day, and my wife wanted me to go out and bring in a little stove-wood; you know we lost our help lately, and my wife has to wash and tend to everything about the house herself. I knew it wouldn't be safe for me to go out-as it was araining at the time--but I thought I'd risk it anyhow. So I went out, picked up a few chunks of stove-wood and was acoming up the steps into the house, when my feet slipped from under me, and I fell down as sudden as if I'd been shot. Some of the wood lit upon my face, broke down the bridge of my nose, cut my upper lip, and knocked out three of my front teeth. I suffered dreadfully on account of it, as you may suppose, and my face aint well enough yet to make me fit to be seen, specially by the women folks. (Coughs.) Oh, dear! but that aint all, doctor, I've got fifteen corns on my toes-and I'm afeard I'm a-going to have the "yallar janders." (Coughs.) THE NEW-BORN BABE.-Mrs. MORRIS. Into our home one blessed day A wee sweet babe had found its way, And train the heart so pure, so mild, Into the likeness of the child Who came into a world of sin And gave his life our souls to win! Heed well the charge! nor hope to plead Thou couldst not know, thou didst not heed!" The mother bowed her head in thought, M |