SELECTIONS FROM SEVERAL AUTHORS. A REMONSTRANCE. ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND WHO COMPLAINED OF BEING ALONE IN THE WORLD BY ALARIC A. WATTS. Oн, say not thou art all alone, The vacant chair,-the silent hearth: Though many a fervent hope of youth The brighter hopes that now are thine,- Not all alone; for thou canst hold From many a pure, untravelled page: Not all alone; the lark's rich note, Not all alone, the whispering trees, To soothe, subdue, and sanctify: Not all alone; a watchful eye, That notes the wandering sparrow's fall; A saving hand is ever nigh, A gracious Power attends thy call; When sadness holds thy heart in thrall, THE POOR. BY JANE T. WORTHINGTON. HAVE pity on them! for their life Ye do not know one half the woes And sick at heart, she turns away The poor must struggle through. Deal gently with these wretched ones, For the poor have much to tempt and test Then judge them not, for hard indeed Let Heaven condemn, but human hearts And when within your happy homes Most often meet your gaze,— Have mercy on them, in these cold And melancholy days. THE COMMON BRAMBLE. WHAT dost thou here, pale flower? Why from the lowly haunts Art thou now called, to have a place and name 'Mid buds whose beauty fancy's eye enchants, Whose fragrance puts thy scentless leaves to shame. 'Tis that, though suffering ill, Yea, spurned and trodden by each passer-by, Blossom and berry dost thou proffer still, As all unmindful of the injury. Hardest of lessons this, To suffer wrong with meekness-few, how few, The hand which smites unjustly stoop to kiss, Or blessings on their foeman's pathway strew. Then welcome, lowly flower, Welcome amid the fragrant and the gay; For which of all the buds in summer bower Can fitter lesson to proud man convey? |