Minutes filled with shadeless gladness, To be caught from tray or table; Deep as thoughts of cares for nations, Loveliness beyond completeness, (By permission of the Author.) THE SAILOR'S UNCLE. A SEA TALE. REV. GEORGE ASPINALL, D.D. THE man I deemed my uncle once, His hair was white, and his eye was kind, The winds of night blew loud and wild, The old man sighed, as he smoked his pipe, Of the waves that beat in cannonades, While now and again the chimney-stacks And now and again our little room At length he spake with a troublous voice, "This night is the fellow of a night, Long past and gone," quoth he. "It is well nigh twenty years ago Since I govern'd The Ocean Lord; "The one was a minister sent to preach, "The preacher had no domestic ties, "A slight young thing that mother was, Yet she knew what sorrow was, and her "But he, the prop of the widow's heart, eye "One day when we long had lain becalm'd, When no wave or ripple stirred, The boy, I remember, declared that he saw, "Thereat I scanned it through my glass, "And lo! the winds broke loose from it, Bending and breaking the yielding masts, "We sprang a leak, and the hungry waves The boats were lowered, and the last of all, "The boat in which I leaped was small, And, 'mongst others, it held the minister, "I was the sixth, yet how that boat "Through three days' storm we toss'd about, When on the fourth there appeared in sight "We saw it like an archangel come O joy! what a Heaven is in the hope "The dear young mother, it so appear'd, And the little lad lay in childhood's sleep, "By this the welcome ship had come Close up, to give us aid; So we lifted them up with a woman's care, "We thought that their weight seemed heavy then, But when the covering spread Over both, for warmth, was removed away, "But the lad," I exclaim'd, "the cruel storm "Not so," my reputed uncle sobb'd, At this I grasp'd his horny hand, And I trust that I truly kept my word, (Copyright-Contributed.) THE PASSIONATE FATHER. MRS. PARTON. "Greater is he who ruleth his spirit than lie who taketh a city.” "COME here, sir!" said a strong, athletic man, as he seized a delicate-looking lad by the shoulder. "You've been in the water again, sir! Haven't I forbidden it?" "Yes, father, but "No buts;' haven't I forbidden it, eh?" "Yes, sir. I was "No reply, sir!" and the blows fell like a hail-storm about the child's head and shoulders. Not a tear started from Harry's eye, but his face was deadly pale and his lips firmly compressed, as he rose and looked at his father with an unflinching eye. "Go to your room, sir, and stay there till you are sent for. I'll master that spirit of yours before you are many days older." Ten minutes after, Harry's door opened, and his mother glided gently in. She was a fragile, delicate |