... requires truth, simplicity, love, ?? genuille goodness. Many speak plaiiily se when they do speak, but they are not open and fi-ee. fitb Mlany speak truths very plaimily when angry; many gc speak pleasant truths fiankly. But fev there are CQ whose souls ...

... hocd low it-h ympathet.ic tone. Asik kut thle whisp>ring- breezes- They hear a voice to tiee: List to their quiet cuesecgPes- Speak they not soo-hiligly. Aknd Ia word of love frone a kinched bean.t That feels wvitilthine, uinknown, apart? The rays f light ...

... ! what say voiu, ?? zg rill, You nt ilig, of silvr blin ? Still speaks y oklr r wicc h. eni nil is still, ']'lzsili wrordls thoul lllst buit feir. 'l'is to the'lleart tbine aecents speak; ')'husy tetl of happy seriles, ofr sulinny spots our path that ...

... minds us of the dead. It brightens all our happiness; And, when dark sorrows come, Speaks comfort to our hearts, and is The Angel of our Home. When first we learned to speak of Death We felt it by our side- While, blessing us with parting breath, Our own ...

... sunbeam faintly struggling Through the darkened cottage pane, Speaks as well as when reflecting Blazoned pride in solemn fane; And the brook that hummeth peaceful, With its ever-constant flow, Speaks as well as the broad river, Where the white-winged navies ...

... one thing, alnd mean another. 'Tis right, 'tis true, when hearts are true, To show that heart without deceiving, And not to speak, an idle freak, 'Io t'y if Oloe's ?? l)oiCL of grieving! In Mary's heart, inl Maryes mind, She lo red olle yoluthi, anid lovetl ...

... on his pale brow lying, his tears, His groans, His bloody sweat, The last dark agony of dying. 0! could wo softly think and speak, Dwell in Uis love in holy fear, And chide and glorify each thought, * And feel that lle is ever near. And still Ilis presence ...

... he fell, thou wvast not there To mark his agony; Thou couldst not hear the frenzied prayer, The wild, remorseful cry. Oh, speak not harshly! the dark clouds Have but just rolled away, And let a gleam of sunlight down To gild her changing day. Why sternly ...

... recollection is no longer joy, But sorrow's memory is a sorrow stll].-BYnol. TALK not to mo of memory! Olh, speak not of tbe past I To speak of pleasure, is to say It will not, cannot last. Were it not better to forget, Than cling to memory and regret ...

... of the soul are o'er! . These simple pleasures past away S YMPATHY. .TnrPaX's a language-that's mute, there's a silence can speak, There's a something that caauot' be told; . There are words that can only be read oen the cheek And thoughts, but the eyes ...

... to suppress the first impure desire than to satisfy all that follow. Think before you speak; think before' whom you speak; think 1why you speak; think what you speak. I ItVe Whlaini -,jOrrzca O ODNANCE, DLc 30. Royal Rett. of Ar- ?? Capt. R. F. Mountain ...

... one trace of sorrow there; And do not speak of days more bright, When health and all its joys ware thine, Ere pale disease had brought the blight Which darkles o'er thy life's decline; And, most of all, oh! speak not so Of leaving us, whose love sincere ...