... : ; - O ,ET , 4 Speak gently, it is betterfr f ?? iri a To rule by Irlo) than fear.. Speak gently: let no harsh words mnar i.Vh 4,af ~r.hlegood ivm rildrbriej')r ,-n ,,str , 5; ?? fffhy.ietulfts lty UW*r r ?? .it ti; g en tly'1ffiendshtp~ &6d ...

... may feel, Thrillitig Iay spirit lone. Ye speak of hope and love, Bright as your hues acid vague as your perfume: Of chiaccg eful, fragile thoughts, that brightly movc illen's hearts atmidst their gloom. Ye speak of human life, Its mysterv-the beautiful ...

... stranger hath no homo. I took him in and bade him tell, What sorrow brokc his youthful spell; Hlis bosom heaved, he could not speak, Tho trembling tear stolo down his chcok, And with a short conviflsive sigh, Said question not, 1 die ! I die I GEORGE BAYLEY ...

... depths of Ibine own soul Descend; ?? powers unroll- Enargles that long had slumbered In its fathomless 4eptba unnumbered. Speak the word I-the power divinest WIll awake, If thou incllnest, Thnu art ?? Inblan oitn'ingdono; Rule thyseif, thou rulest all ...

... shall sorrow, doubts, and fears, Deform a brow so pure as this !- And shall the bitterness of tears Dim those blue eyes that speak of bliss ! No, no I along the realms of space, Far from all care, lot us begone Kind Providence shall give theo grace For those ...

... faIeL-h. There are eyes that seldom weep- Bosoms where the grief leos deep- Tears that have nio power to flow- Lips that never speak of ew..oe_ Lips lbaat noev part tb MeIl All tbe scarthd sseo'feal. No often do tr_9g pass0pns .e , To flush te( bro* atui ...

... tbe glad diseovery shows, As to her lips she lifts the loiely boy I What ainswering looks of sympathy and joy I ?? walks, he speaks in manfr'h.roktein word; IHis wans, his wishes, ad 'hii griefs are heard; And exer, ever to her lap b'files, 'Whei rosy sleep ...

... How shall it be, my brothers, When life's shadow on us rests? Shall we not, 'mid the silence, Hear voices, sweet and low, Speak the old familiar language- The words of long ago? Shall we not see dear faces, Sweet smiling, as of old, ?? the mists of that ...

... path a path of sorrow; To-day, perchance, some joy debarr'd May yield more joy to-morrow. It is not hard-it cannot be, To speak in tones of gladness, To hush the sigh of misery, And soothe the brow of sadness. It is not hard, sweet flowers to spread, ...

... buttercups, Welcome daisies wehite, Ye are In sy spirit VJslolsed adelitl Coming err tie spriig-tlmc Of sunny hours to tell- Speaking to our heurts of IM Who dosth *t tege seeU. ...

... When something stood behind; A hand was on my shoulder,- I knoew its touch was kind: It drew me nearer-nearer; We did ?? speak a word; For the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. ...

... S0LEMTED. LAMENT FOR POLAND. ...