THREE ANGEL-SPIRITS.

THREE angel-spirits walk the earth,
Our guides where'er we go;
And where their gentle footsteps lead,
There is no human woe:

They smile upon the cradled child —

They bless the heart of youth

And

age is mellowed by the touch Of Friendship, Love, and Truth.

Three angel-spirits; evermore

They guard our thorny way,
And those who follow where they lead

Can never go astray;

For God has given them alike

To childhood and to youth,

And

age is mellowed by the touch

Of Friendship, Love, and Truth.

TRUTH is a heavenly principle-a light

Whose beams will always guide the willing right;

central sun,

In the mind's heaven - unchangeable and one.

FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, TRUTH.

FRIENDSHIP.

THERE is a star that beams on earth,
With tender, lovely ray;

That lights the path of generous worth,
And speaks a brighter day.

LOVE.

There is a tie, a golden chain,
That binds with stronger hand
Than iron shackles of the cell,
Or all the arts of man.

TRUTH.

There is a gem, a pearl of worth

As lasting as the skies;

More dazzling than the gems of earth, Its splendor never dies.

BE KIND TO EACH OTHER.

Be kind to each other!
The night's coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone;
Then, 'midst our dejection,
How sweet to have earned
The blest recollection

Of kindness- returned!

When day hath departed,
And Memory keeps
Her watch, broken-hearted,
Where all she loves sleeps,

Let falsehood assail not,

Nor envy reprove,
Let trifles prevail not
Against those ye love!

Nor change with to-morrow,
Should fortune take wing,

But the deeper the sorrow,
The closer still cling.
O, be kind to each other!

The night's coming on, When friend and when brother

Perchance may be gone.

GIVE ME THE HAND.

GIVE me the hand that is warm, kind, and ready;
Give me the clasp that is calm, true, and steady;
Give me the hand that will never deceive me ;
Give me its grasp that I aye may believe thee.
Soft is the palm of the delicate woman!
Hard is the hand of the rough, sturdy yeoman!
Soft palm or hard hand, it matters not -
Give me the grasp that is friendly forever.

never!

Give me the hand that is true as a brother;
Give me the hand that has harmed not another;
Give me the hand that has never forswore it;
Give me its grasp
that I aye may adore it.

Lovely the palm of the fair, blue-veined maiden!
Horny the hand of the workman o'erladen!

Lovely or ugly, it matters not- never!

Give me the grasp that is friendly forever.

Give me the grasp that is honest and hearty,
Free as the breeze, and unshackled by party;
Let friendship give me the grasps that become her,
Close as the twine of the vines of the summer.

Give me the hand that is true as a brother ;
Give me the hand that has wronged not another;
Soft palm or hard hand, it matters not - never!
Give me the grasp that is friendly forever.

THE PALACE OF BEAUTY.

In ancient times, two little princesses lived in Scotland, one of whom was extremely beautiful, and the other dwarfish, dark-colored, and deformed. One was named Rose, the other Marion. The sisters did not live happily together. Marion hated Rose because she was handsome, and every body praised her. She scowled, and her face absolutely grew black when any one asked her how her pretty little sister Rose did; and once she was so wicked as to cut off all her glossy, golden hair, and throw it on the fire. Poor Rose cried bitterly about it; but she did not scold or strike her sister, for she was an amiable, gentle little being as ever lived. No wonder all the family and all the neighborhood disliked Marion, and no wonder her face grew coarse and uglier every day. The Scotch used to be very superstitious people, and they believed the infant Rose had been blessed by the fairies, to whom she owed her extraordinary beauty and exceeding good

ness.

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Not far from the castle where the princesses resided was a deep grotto, said to lead to the Palace