vibrate in eternity; these thoughts and motives within you stir the pulses of a deathless spirit. Act not, then, as mere creatures of this life who for a little while are to walk the valleys and the hills, to enjoy the sunshine and to breathe the air, and then pass away and be no more, but act as immortals with an aim and a purpose worthy of your high nature. Set before you as the chief object to be obtained an end that is superior to any on earth-a desirable end, a perfect end. Labor to accomplish a work which shall survive unchanged and beautiful when time shall have withered the garland of youth, when thrones of power and monuments of art shall have crumbled into ashes; and, finally, aim to achieve something which when these our mutable and perishing voices are hushed for ever shall live amid the songs and triumphs of immortality. E. H. CHAPIN.

certainly to rise and lie down with the sun, | of your life touches on some chord that will and hence it follows that in these climates men, as well as all other animals, require in general more sleep in winter than in summer. But the state of civil life is not sufficiently simple and exempted from accident for us to think of using a child to such an uniformity so fa as to render it necessary. He ought, He ought, without doubt, to be subject to some regulations in this respect, but our chief rule should be to enable him to depart from them, when occasion requires, without endangering his health. Do not enervate your child, there fore, by indulging him in soft and uninterrupted slumbers. Let him enjoy his rest at first without restraint, as the law of nature dictates. But forget not that in society it is frequently necessary to be above that law he should be used, therefore, as he grows up, to sit up late and rise early, to be waked unexpectedly out of his sleep, and to sit up occasionally all night without inconvenience. By beginning with him early and proceeding gently and gradually we may thus form his constitution to bear those things which might destroy it if already formed.

THE MADMAN'S SONG.
H, let us howl some heavy note,
Some deadly dogged howl,
Sounding as from the threat'ning throat
Of beasts and fatal fowl.

As ravens, screech-owls, bulls and bears
We'll bell and bawl our parts
Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears
And corrosived your hearts.

At last, whenas our quire wants breath,
Our bodies being blessed,
We'll sing like swans, will welcome death.
And die in love and rest.

JOHN WEBSTER.

FARMER BROWN.

FROM "BEAUTIFUL SNOW, AND OTHER POEMS."

LD Farmer Brown, with ruddy | Of fearful battles fought in vain,
With scores of thousands for the slain,

face,
Sat stretched before the chim- Of ravaged homes, insulted wives
And children fleeing for their lives.

ney-place;
He sat and watched the crack- But why should I repine at these,
When they do not disturb mine ease?

ling logs,
The purring cat, the dream-

ing dogs,

That, like himself, were

stretched at ease,
Safe sheltered from the chill

night-breeze,

And, with the freedom comfort brings,
The farmer thought these selfish things:

"Let foolish people grieve and sigh
At care that does not come anigh;
I'm not so weak to wail at what,
However bad, concerns me not.
My barns are full with golden grain,
My limbs are stout and free from pain,
And out, as far as eye can see,
The well-kept fields belong to me.

"My appetite is always sound
Whene'er the dinner-hour comes round;
And, faith, betwixt the wife and me
There's not much difference, as I see.
She's hearty, merry, stout and fair,
No touch of silver in her hair;

She
grows, as years pass swift away,
Much better-looking every day.

"I read of cities lost and won, Of deeds of bloody valor done,

COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide THEY are all gone into the world of