THERE IS WORK FOR ALL.

THERE is work for all in this world of ours-
Ho! idle dreamers in sunny bowers!
Ho! giddy triflers with time and health!
llo! covetous hoarders of golden wealth!
There is work for each, there is work for all,

In the peasant's cot, in the noble's hall;

There is work for the wise and eloquent tongue,

There is work for the old, there is work for the.

young;

There is work that tasks manhood's strengthened zeal,
For his nation's welfare, his country's weal;
There is work that asks woman's gentle hand,
Her pitying eye, and her accents bland;
From the uttermost bounds of this earthly ball,
Is heard the loud cry-"There is work for all!"
Look at our brethren, toiling in chains,

There is work for all while a slave remains;
Think on the waste of human life,

In the deadly scenes of the battle strife;
Gaze on the drunkard's wife and child,
List to his ravings, so fierce and wild;
Look on the gibbet with shuddering eye,
As the place where a fellow-man may die;
Think on the felon in dungeon dim,
He is thy brother-go, work for him;

Look on the outcast from virtue's pale,
Pity thy sister, though erring and frail;
Visit the widow, the orphan, the old,

When the wind blows keen and the nights are cold;
Think of the poor in their low estate,

The toiling poor who make nations great;
Think of the sick, as they helpless lie;
Think of the maniac's frenzied eye;

And remember the grave with its long repose,
Which "no work, nor device, nor wisdom knows."
Let the motive be pure, and the aim be right,
What thy hand finds to do, do with all thy might,
For from every clime on this earthly ball
Is heard the loud cry-"There is work for all!"

THE same degree of penetration that shows you another in the wrong, shows him also, in respect to that instance, your inferior: hence the observation and the real fact, that people of clear heads are what the world calls opinionated.

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BE KIND.

Be kind to the young!-in thy youth's merry day
Thou, too, hast been thoughtless and vain;
Oh, plant not a thorn in a flower-strown way
That may never be trodden again:
Enough of thorn yet in the pathway of life,
If they travel it long, they will find;

But dim not bright youth with the shadow of strife;
Be kind to the youthful-be kind.

Be kind to the aged-not long at thy side
Hath the travel-worn pilgrim to stay;

The frail thread of life will be shortly untied;
He is passing-soon passing away.

Oh, let him not deem that when summoned from earth,

He will leave but cold feelings behind;

Give him still a warm nook of thy heart and thy

hearth;

Be kind to the aged-be kind.

Be kind to the simple-although the full light

Of genius to thee may be given;

Yet look not with scorn, in the pride of thy might,
On a brother less favoured by heaven.

He is not to be blamed if the God-given ray
Hath but faintly illumined his mind;

Thine own may be quenched by a cloud on the way;
Be kind to the simple-be kind.

Be kind to the erring-full many a heart

Unkindness hath driven astray;

But the breath of reproach may but sharpen the smart

That first sent it out of the way.

Ye would not insult with a gibe or a sneer,

The maimed, or the halt, or the blind;
But the ills of the spirit are far more severe;
Be kind to thy fellow-be kind.

THE REIGN OF VIOLENCE IS O'ER.

THROUGH the silence over head
An angel with a trumpet said-
For evermore! for evermore !
The reign of violence is o'er!
And, like an instrument that flings
Its music on another's strings,
The trumpet of the angel cast
Upon the heavenly lyre its blast;
And on from sphere to sphere the word
Re-echoed down the burning chords-
For evermore! for evermore!

The reign of violence is o'er.

THE POLKA AND THE WALTZ.

WHEN I speak of the dance as innocent and becoming, I do not include the present dances which have almost become national among us. I do not think the waltz a modest dance, nor the polka; nor can I view, without concern, the place which they have taken in the amusements of the day. The polka will probably be but an ephemeral fancy; and perhaps, before these pages see the light, it will be as warmly reprehended as a departed amusement usually is, by those who have ceased to consider it as fashionable. It will be then discovered, that the coarse familiarity of the polka was fit only for low society. The ladies who have practised it so diligently will learn too late how unbecoming to their looks, how derogatory to their dignity, how far from admirable it is in others, on whom they may happen to pass their observations.

The waltz is liable to fewer exceptions, because a degree of grace atones, as far as the pleasing is concerned, for many objectionable accompaniments of this dance. To enter upon the question why they are objectionable is not here desirable. It is enough to state, that when there can be two opinions on any amusement, when a shadow of reproach can even rest upon it, when a young lady may find herself obliged to defend waltzing, it is wise for her to abstain from