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1. A young lady sought out a fairy's green bowers. The queen sat enshrined in her kingdom of
flowers. " A boon," said the maiden; “ I crave it from
thee; Give beauty, give beauty, good fairy, to me.”
2. The queen, from the bell of a wild flower, drew
Two caskets, each wet with the bright morning
The one, a plain box from the leaf of a vine,
3. “ Thy choice," said the fairy; "and on it depends
The kind of that beauty I give to my friends; For know, little maiden,” she added with grace, “ There is beauty of heart and beauty of face.”
4. A moment of doubt, and her wish was expressed;
The prize was selected the lady loved best;
little casket was the one she preferred.
5. They parted. A few years had rolled swiftly
away, When the fairy was sought by the lady one day. The gift she rejected far brighter had grown, While that she selected was faded and gone.
6. The sad lesson now was revealed to her plain, That “beauty of face” was but transient and
vain. So all little misses should act a wise part, And early make choice of the “ BEAUTY OF
SELECTIONS IN POETRY.
1. The star, whose radiant beams adorn
With vivid light the rising morn;
And brightens life's serener close.
And various arts, the steep ascent we gain;
3. Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
4. I see the right, and I approve it too ;
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
5. True happiness is to no place confined,
But still is found in a contented mind.
6. Look round the world - how very few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
7. What is the blooming tincture of the skin,
To peace of mind and harmony within ?
NECESSITY OF MENTAL CULTURE.
1. CONTEMPLATE, at this season of the year, one of the magnificent trees of the forest, covered with thousands and thousands of acorns.
2. There is not one of those acorns that does not carry within itself the germ of a perfect oak, as lofty and as wide spreading as the parent stock; which does not infold the rudiments of a tree that would strike its roots in the soil, and lift its branches toward the heavens, and brave the storms of a hundred winters.
3. It needs for this but a handful of soil to receive the acorn as it falls, a little moisture to nourish it, and protection from violence till the root is struck. It needs but these; and these it does need, and these it must have, and for want of them, trifling as they seem, there is not one of those acorns that will become a tree.
4. Look abroad through the cities, the towns, the villages of our beloved country, and think of what materials their population is, for the most part, made up. It is not animated machines, nor brute beasts: it is rational, intellectual beings.
5. There is not a mind, of the hundreds of thousands in our community, that is not capable of making large progress in useful knowledge; and no one can presume to tell or limit the number of those who are gifted with all the talent required for the noblest discoveries.
6. They have naturally all the senses and all the faculties — I do not say in as high a degree, but who shall say in no degree? -- possessed by Newton, or Franklin, or Fulton.
7. It is but a little which is wanted to awaken every one of these minds to the conscious possession and the active exercise of its wonderful powers, But this little, generally speaking, is indi pensa ble.
8. Providence has furnished the eye; but art must contribute the telescope, or the wonders of the heavens remain unnoticed. It is for want of the little, that the greatest part of the intellect, innate in our race, perishes undeveloped and unknown. 9. When an
acorn falls upon an unfavorable spot, and decays there, we know the extent of the loss it is that of a tree, like the one from which it fell; — but when the intellect of a rational being, for want of culture, is lost to the great ends for which it was created, it is a loss which no one can measure, either for time or for eternity.
THE GIRL AND THE ROBIN.
1. So now, pretty robin, you've come to my door;
I wonder you never have ventured before.
harm, But pray, sir, what cause could there be for alarm? 2. You seem to be timid I'd like to know why; I never have hurt
you so shy? You shrewd little rogue, I've a mind, ere you go, To tell you a thing it concerns you to know.
3. You think I have never discovered
your 'T'is hid pretty snugly, it must be confessed. Ha, ha! how the boughs are entwined all
around! No wonder you thought it would never be found.
4. You're as cunning a robin as ever I knew;
And yet, ha! ha! ha! I'm as cunning as you!
I know all about your nice home on the tree 'Twas nonsense to try to conceal it from me.
5. I know - for but yesterday I was your guest
How many young robins there are in your nest;
6. But you look very sad, pretty robin, I see, As you glance o'er the meadow, to yonder green
tree; I fear I have thoughtlessly given you pain, And I will not prattle so lightly again.
7. Go home, where your
little ones dwell; Though I know where they are, yet I never will tell. Nobody shall injure that leaf-covered nest, For sacred to me is the place of your rest.
8. Adieu ! for you want to be flying away,
And it would be cruel to ask you to stay;
THE WHITE CLOUD.
1. THUNDER -storms are not particularly pleasant things in the woods, but a traveller in the mountains is now and then compelled to take them. I have just passed through one, and, like all grand exhibitions of nature, it awakened pleasure in the midst of discomfort.
2. I was reclining the other day on the slope of a hill, from which I had a glorious view of the broken chain of the Adirondack. · From the ravishing