Dear Boy!-One parent watch'd thy parting breath,
The other came to "kiss thee cold in death:"
The stroke so sudden and the grief so great,
Our failing spirits bow'd beneath the weight.
Thou art a Father, Lord; Oh, pitying see
The sorrows of parental sympathy!
Permit our tears o'er Ezra's grave to flow,
And sanctify this bitter cup of woe.

Oh, let thy grace sufficient strength impart!
Let heavenly comfort heal the bleeding heart:
Thus shall we rise superior to the pain,
In hope to meet our darling Boy again.

Where light from Christ irradiates the tomb,
Our faith looks forward through the dismal gloom,
To see dear Ezra, deck'd with lovelier charms,
A Lamb reposing in the Shepherd's arms.

Lord, 'tis enough. Thy presence and thy love
Are more to us below, to HIM above,

Than all a parent, all a child could be;
LORD, let our emptied hearts be fill'd by THEE.
Accrington.

J. H.

TO MOTHERS.

I RECOLLECT Well (says a pious mother) the impressions made on my eldest son, when only three years old. I had been in the habit of repeating, at different times, some of Dr. Watts's beautiful divine songs for children, when one night as I was laying him down in his bed, he said something in a whisper, and on asking him what he said, he replied, "Mother, I was saying,

"That hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.""

He is is now in his 21st year, and has given his heart to God-is a Sunday school teacher, and in every other respect a comfort to his parents. S. M.

THE OLD TESTAMENT HAS THIRTY-NINE BOOKS.

First, Genesis and Exodus,
Leviticus precede ;

Then Numbers, Deuteronomy,
Will unto Joshua lead.

The Judges, Ruth, and Samuel

All come before the Kings;
Next Chronicles, then Ezra,
To Nehemiah brings.

Esther, and Job, and David's Psalms
To Proverbs lead us on;
Then the Ecclesiastes shows
The Song of Solomon.

Isaiah, Jeremiah, come
With Lamentations sore;
Ezekiel, Daniel, and Hosea
Do Joel go before.

Amos and Obadiah next
Make way for Jonah's ire;
And Micah, Naham, Habakkuk,
Lead down to Zephaniah.

Haggai, and Zechariah then

Bring us to Malachi;
And this is the Old Testament

Of facts and prophecy.

THE NEW TESTAMENT HAS TWENTY-ONE BOOKS.

Matthew, & Mark, & Luke, & John,

To Acts and Romans lead;

Corinthians and Galatians

Ephesians precede.

Philippians and Colossians

Bring Thessalonians on;
And Timothy and Titus then
Lead down to Philemon.

The Hebrews then, & James will come;
And, when we've Peter passed,
Th' Apostles John & Jude are seen,
And Revelation last.

THE Mole is generally between five and six inches long, and is covered with glossy black hair. It is admirably formed for its habits of underground life. The snout, resembling that of a hog, is fitted for rooting in the earth in search of worms and insects, which are its principal food, and the fore feet have great strength, to enable the animal to dig its subterranean retreat. The hind feet, which are smaller than the others, are calculated to throw back the mould, while the creature is excavating. Its eyes are so small as to be scarcely discernible, but they have been ascertained to possess all the qualities necessary to distinct vision; and, though it has no external ears, it is said to possess the faculty o. hearing in an eminent degree. The body is thick and round, terminated by a very short tail; and in consequence of the legs being exceedingly short, the animal seems to lie flat upon its belly: the feet appearing as if they grew immediately out of the body.

Moles live in pairs, between which a warm attachment subsists. They are, however, said to be ferocious, and sometimes to tear and eat their own kind. When it has once buried itself in the earth, it seldom stirs out, unless disturbed by violent rains in summer, or when, in pursuit of prey, it happens to come too near the surface, and thus gets into the open air. In general it chooses the looser softer grounds, beneath which it can travel with facility, and in which it finds the most ample supply of food.

'Twas day break

Our ship was approaching the strand
Of my own beloved and beautiful land;
And I mark'd the grey dawn of the morning tinge
The eastern clouds with a pale red fringe,
Which gradually deepened, until it became
The hue of a brightly burning flame.

Every shadow dispers'd amid beams of light,
And the great orb of day appeared in sight;
His bright beams he cast o'er the pure expanse,
Which glittered like gems, and blushed in his glance:
While watching this scene, in the distance appeared
A sail, which quickly our good vessel neared.
This incident did new pleasure afford,
For we quickly had a pilot on board.

Oh! how did my heart now with pleasure expand,
In the hope of beholding my own native land;
The home of my childhood, the friends I adore,
And the scenes so familiar in days of yore;
The beautiful park, and the peaceful stream,
And the wide spreading landscape, fair and green;
The haunts of my boyhood, where, free from care,
My shout of delight has rung through the air;
When of nothing I knew my bliss to alloy,
And the woods all around re-echoed my joy.

Ah! those were the days,-and they fled away fast;
But by memory we taste of the joys that are past,
While anticipation and fancy will roam,

And complacently dream of pleasures to come;
And in seasons when earthly joy seems to have flown,
Hope points to the land where no sorrow is known-
Sweetly whispers of peace, and a long-lasting rest,
In the mansions above-the abodes of the blest.

May I, when the voyage of life is o'er,
Land safely upon that heavenly shore;
And there, in that lovely country, know
Joys greater than any I felt below.

M. S. E.