of me are fashioned battle-ships, and I carry mariners and heroes into unknown seas."

Two

The richer a nature, the harder and slower its development. boys were once of a class in the Edinburgh grammar-school: Johu ever trim, precise and dux; Walter ever slovenly, confused and dolt. In due time, John became Baillie John of Hunter-square, and Walter became Sir Walter Scott of the Universe.

The quickest and completest of all vegetables is the cabbage.

IV.

THE SOWER'S SONG.

Now hands to seedsheet, boys,

We step and we cast; old Time's on wing;
And would ye partake of Harvest's joys,

The corn must be sown in Spring.

Fall gently and still, good corn,

Lie warm in thy earthy bed;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.

Old Earth is a pleasure to see

In sunshiny cloak of red and green;

The furrow lies fresh; this Year will be

As Years that are past have been.
Fall gently, &c.

Old Mother, receive this corn,

The son of Six Thousand golden sires:
All these on thy kindly breast were born;
One more thy poor child requires.

Fall gently, &c.

Now steady and sure again,

And measure of stroke and step we keep;
Thus up and thus down we cast our grain :
Sow well and you gladly reap.

Fall gently and still, good corn,

Lie warm in thy earthy bed ;
And stand so yellow some morn,
For beast and man must be fed.

P. J.

VII.

TO-DAY.

So here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:

Think wilt thou let it

Slip useless away.

Out of Eternity

This new Day is born;

Into Eternity,

At night, will return.

Behold it aforetime

No eye ever did :

So soon it forever

From all eyes is hid.

Here hath been dawning

Another blue Day:

Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.

VIII.

FORTUNA.

The wind blows east, the wind blows west,

And the frost falls and the rain :

A weary heart went thankful to rest,
And must rise to toil again, 'gain,

And must rise to toil again.

The wind blows east, the wind blows west,

And there comes good luck and bad;
The thriftiest man is the cheerfullest.
'Tis a thriftless thing to be sad, sad,
'Tis a thriftless thing to be sad.

The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
Ye shall know a tree by its fruit :

This world, they say, is worst to the best;
But a dastard has evil to boot, boot,
But a dastard has evil to boot.

The wind blows east, the wind blows west; What skills it to mourn or to talk?

A journey I have, and far ere I rest;

I must bundle my wallets and walk, walk, I must bundle my wallets and walk.

The wind does blow as it lists alway;
Canst thou change this world to thy mind?
The world will wander its own wise way;
I also will wander mine, mine,

I also will wander mine.