Those warm. those heavenly blushes,
That kindle brow and cheek,
When feeling's fountain gushes

With what it dare not speak.

Those shades that come unbidden,
With every passing cloud;
Which tell of care, deep hidden
'Mid merry looks, or proud.
That sudden gleam of pleasure
From brow, and eye, and lip,
Which tell the heart has treasure
It scarce knows how to keep.

These, these are voices given

For soul to speak with soul
As true to truth and Heaven
As the needle to the pole.
I bow to wit, and beauty,
And I almost worship grace,
But I owe a special duty

To an honest tell-tale face.

TO THE SUSPENSHIN BRIDGE AT NIAGARY.

Anormous structur! Whar, Ide like to know,

Did the constructors stand as bilt this rode

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HERE goes the stone, splash in the pond! Look at the circles round the place where it went in! -They grow larger and larger, till they fill the whole pond!

Our heart is like the pond. Every thought, every word we utter, every action, is a stone thrown into it. It may seem a small matter to say that little word, or to think that little thought, or to do that

little action; but we must not despise little things; for there is nothing so trifling but it may be very serious.

A boy once slyly took a marble from his playmate, while he was playing with him: but, as he did not notice his loss, it was not known. Soon after, the same boy took some cake from his mother's cupboard; but she did not find it out. Next he stole some money from his father; but he did not miss it. He then robbed his master; and at last it was found out, and he was taken to prison, and sent far away to a strange land, and he never saw his father and mother again. Perhaps. if he had not cheated his playmate of the marble, he would never have robbed his master, and come to so bad an end. He did not think that the little stone would produce first a small circle, then a larger one, and at last ruin his good name.

Watch over the first steps; think no sins little ; be afraid of evil in the bud; and good books, good advice, and, above all, God's good Spirit, will be stones thrown into the pool of your heart, to bless and save you.

A VERY excellent lady sought to instruct her grandchild in relation to the provident care of Heaven.

"Who gives you your daily bread ?" asked she. "Dod," replied the child; "but uncle Peter puts the butter and sugar on."

HEN the world was first created, when God

W said let there be light," when, at his bidding

the flowers sprang up, and the trees put forth their leaves, and the green grass crept up the hill-side, then I was born in a quiet place under a large ash tree in the very heart of a thick forest.

And there I lived and grew unnoticed. Years flew by, and every winter I dropped my leaves, and remained for months buried in the snow; and every