He turned in his bed; she was there again! In the sky, With her one ghost eye, The Moon shone white and alive and plain. The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim. "With my sledge, And my wedge, I have knocked off her edge! If only I blow right fierce and grim, He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread "One puff To blow her to snuff! One good puff more where the last was bred, He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone In the air Nowhere Was a moonbeam bare; Far off and harmless the shy stars shone- The Wind he took to his revels once more; In town, Like a merry-mad clown, He leaped and hallooed with whistle and roar"What's that?" The glimmering thread once more! He flew in a rage-he danced and blew; Was the prin Of his busting brain; For still the broader the Moon-scrap grew, Slowly she grew-till she filled the night, And shone On her throne In the sky alone, A matchless, wonderful silvery light, Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I! With my breath, Good faith! I blew her to death First blew her away right out of the sky- But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair; For high In the sky, With her one white eye, Motionless, miles above the air, She had never heard the great Wind blare. GEORGE MACDONALD. Jesus the Carpenter. "Jesus the Carpenter"-" same trade as me"-strikes a high note in favour of honest toil. (1848-.) "ISN'T this Joseph's son?"-ay, it is He; I don't know right where as His shed must ha' stood But often, as I've been a-planing my wood, He warn't that set up that He couldn't stoop down The parson he knows that I'll not make too free, I think of as how not the parson hissen, As is teacher and father and shepherd o' men, And when I goes home to my missus, says she, For she knows my queer ways, and my love for the shed (We've been forty years wed). So I comes right away by mysen, with the book, Why don't I mark it? Ah, many say so, CATHERINE C. LIDDELL. Letty's Globe. "Letty's Globe" gives us the picture of a little golden-haired girl who covers all Europe with her dainty hands and tresses while giving a kiss to England, her own dear native land. (1808-79.) WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, She patted all the world; old empires peep'd CHARLES TENNYSON TUrner. A Dream. ONCE a dream did wave a shade Troubled, 'wildered, and forlorn, "Oh, my children! do they cry? Pitying, I dropped a tear; "I am set to light the ground WILLIAM BLAKE, |