THE PAUPER CHILD, OR HUMANITY'S APPEAL. a mother running the risk of losing her own life to save that of her child. Let us rather believe that the mother of the poor deserted boy was sleeping in her grave, and that some guilty stranger had performed the dark deed. Well: "the day shall declare it." It will be known then. But there was an eye looking on at the whole transaction.-That eye which sees all, watched over that outcast child. What was its final destination we have not heard. Perhaps we shall. May He, the loving Saviour, who welcomed the little ones to his arms, be its protector through life, and may his heaven be its final home! THE PAUPER CHILD, OR HUMANITY'S APPEAL. BY JANE PHILPOT. "Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones."-Mat. xviii. 10. 66 pauper child," You say it is a That young defenceless thing;- Sees but a being of the earth,— Oh do not check its guileless laugh- Nor bid it cease the draught to quaff Nor dim its eyes with needless tears: And sacred record says, that He The babes of rich and poor with Him And woe to those who seek to dim Gold he would have refined, Would His high benison reverse, And, while you own the claim, To Him, who in His word hath said, Let Justice, thrusting him aside, And let them spend in guileless glee In honour, wealth, may see you stand Or, if in life's more brilliant page May bless your humbler sphere,— Thro' power divine, from earth's dull sod May bid you rise the child of God! "TIS HARD YET SWEET TO DIE. A FAIR young girl in sadness lay 'Round which the sunset's brightest ray ""Tis hard to die," she murmured soft; I love the fields, the woods, where oft "My cherish'd flowers, so sweet, so bright, E'en now for them I sigh; Their opening tints gave me delight- ""Tis hard to die! My mother dear, The mother bent her sorrowing form, "Farewell, kind sister! once again Come nearer, come-ah! 'tis in vain, "Oh, pray for me!" she anxious cried, To everlasting hills of peace, She closed her eyes in silent prayer, "WHERE IS MY MOTHER?" A Dialogue between Jane and her Father. JANE. WHERE is my mother, tell me where ? FATHER. Mother is gone from earth away- And draw the curtains round your head. THE KNIGHTS OF OLDEN TIME. You have heard about the monks-now let me tell you about the knights; for they both lived and played their mischievous tricks, the one in one way, and the other in another way, about the same time; and we often find them, one aiding the other in his roguery and robbery-both being rogues and robbers in their way. The monk was perhaps the bigger rogue and robber of the two, for he did what he did under cover of religion. The knight was a soldier, fighting for what he could get, but running the risk of losing his own life in the attempt. And yet he was often a robber, and nothing better; a sort of gentleman highwayman whose rule was |