NOVEMBER, 1857.

FOR OUR COUNTRY.

BY W. E. HICKSON.

(Tune of National Anthem.) GOD bless our native land! May Heaven's protecting hand Still guard our shore! May peace her power extend, Foe be transform'd to friend, And Britain's rights depend On war no more!

Through every changing scene,
O Lord, preserve the Queen :
Long may she reign!

Her heart inspire and move
With wisdom from above;

And in a nation's love

Her throne maintain.

May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,

And bless our isle!

Home of the brave and free,

The land of liberty!

We pray that still on thee
Kind Heaven may smile.

And not this land alone,
But be Thy mercies known
From shore to shore!

Lord, make the nations see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,

The wide world o'er.

BARFRESTON CHURCH.

FOR antiquity, this is one of the most noticeable churches in Kent. It stands between Canterbury and Dover, but not on the high road. It has been considered Anglo-Saxon, in style of architecture: but it is more probably Norman. The nave and chancel communicate by an arch rising from wreathed columns, and richly sculptured. On the whole, the church remains much in its original state.

SCENES.

(From "Ministering Children.")

LITTLE RUTH made haste to be ready by nine o'clock she had had no breakfast, but she made no complaint; she had said her morning prayer beside her little bed, and now her poor mother had dressed her for school. "Good-bye, mother," said little Ruth; and she came down the long dark staircase, at the top of which she lived. As Ruth came down, she heard a low moan, as of some child in pain: she listened, and heard it again. A door stood a little way open. Ruth had often seen a poor widow woman, with a sick child, who had come to

-hen she heard that moan e room, and there she saw on her wretched bed. "Are . "Yes, and my pain is no one to be with me." er come?" asked Ruth. Hay's work; she will not be you would stay with me!" aid Ruth; "but I will ask ome, to let me stay with and make baste; do make e left alone." Little Ruth school; and she thought of e that day to the school. ven, then Miss Wilson came ond class to her. When

on little Ruth, and said, 11 to-day," and Ruth looked d, and the colour came into iss Wilson had seen before she guessed that her little Ruth went home at twelve ot stay with the little sick er mother's leave: so she 11 her she was come back. d saw her again, she said, we come! what a long time ol! O, I want something bread mother left me: it is en I try.' "I have not aid little Ruth. "O dear !" hat do you do when you