Marriage like a Devonshire Lane. 13 HOW MARRIAGE IS LIKE A DEVONSHIRE LANE. REV. JOHN MARRIOTT. Na Devonshire lane, as I trotted along IN T'other day, much in want of a subject for song, Sure, marriage is much like a Devonshire lane. In the first place, 'tis long, and when you are in it, For tho' rough, ay, and dirty the road may be found, But though 'tis so long, it is not very wide, Oft Poverty meets them with mendicant looks, Then the banks are so high, to the left hand and right, But thinks I, too, these banks, within which we are pent, In the rock's gloomy crevice the bright holly grows; Soothes the roughness of care, cheers the winter of life. Then-long be the journey, and narrow the way, 14 Drops of Crystal Water. DROPS OF CRYSTAL WATER. JOHNSON BARKER. ROPS of crystal water, DROP Gemming with a thousand pearls From the waving king-cup The lily and the daisy, The sunlight dropped its cloud-veil, Corn that gilded acres, The primrose in the green lane, Drops of crystal water Drops of crystal water Make them what they are. Over in the Meadow. OVER IN THE MEADOW. A KINDERGARTEN EXERCISE FOR TWELVE BOYS. MRS. OLIVE A. WADSWORTH. 15 [These verses should be taken and repeated separately by twelve boys; the sounds and motions, such as winking, swimming, leaping, &c., should be given by the whole, in concert.] Ο FIRST BOY. VER in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun, Lived an old mother toad and her little toady one. "Wink!" said the mother; "I wink," said the one; So she winked and she blinked, in the sand, in the sun. SECOND BOY. Over in the meadow, where the stream runs blue, "Swim!" said the mother; "We swim," said the two; So they swam and they leaped where the stream runs blue. THIRD BOY. Over in the meadow, in a hole in the tree, Lived a mother bluebird and her little birdies three. "Sing!" said the mother; "We sing," said the three; So they sang and were glad in the hole in the tree. FOURTH BOY. Over in the meadow, in the reeds on the shore, Lived a mother muskrat and her little ratties four. "Dive!" said the mother; "We dive," said the four; So they dived and they burrowed in the reeds on the shore. FIFTH BOY. Over in the meadow, in the snug bee-hive, Lived a mother honey-bee and her little honeys five. "Buzz!" said the mother; "We buzz," said the five; So they buzzed and they hummed in the snug bee-hive. 16 Over in the Meadow. SIXTH BOY. Over in the meadow, in a nest built of sticks, SEVENTH BOY. Over in the meadow, where the grass is so even, 66 Lived a gay mother cricket and her little crickets seven. Chirp!" said the mother; "We chirp," said the seven; So they chirped cheery notes in the grass soft and even. EIGHTH BOY. Over in the meadow, by the old mossy gate, Lived a brown mother lizard and her little lizards eight. "Bask!" said the mother; "We bask," said the eight; So they basked in the sun on the old mossy gate. NINTH BOY. Over in the meadow, where the clear pools shine, Lived a green mother frog and her little froggies nine. "Croak!" said the mother; "We croak," said the nine; So they croaked and they plashed where the clear pools shine. TENTH BOY. Over in the meadow, in a sly little den, Lived a gray mother spider and her little spiders ten. "Spin!" said the mother; "We spin," said the ten; So they spun lace webs in their sly little den. ELEVENTH Box. Over in the meadow, in the soft summer even, eleven; So they shone like stars in the soft summer even. TWELFTH Boy. Over in the meadow, where the men dig and delve, delve. Hand and Heart. The Gold Finders. THE NOBLEST WORK OF GOD. H° POPE. ONOUR and shame from no condition rise, Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Fortune to men has some small difference madeOne flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade. What differ more, you say, than crown and cowl? Who noble ends by noble means obtains, What's fame? a fancied life in other's breath- A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God! THE GOLD FINDERS. ALBERT A. MOTT. A RIVER, in a distant land, Rolled o'er the vast primeval sand The dark wood and the dismal fen, But everywhere that river rolled, 17 |