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HEY come like birds of many-tinted


Some dark, some sparkling bright with pleasant news; Some silver grey, in soothing tones expressed; Some sharp and strong, in jarring discord

dressed. Yet as the child who loves her garden home, Listens and watches when the gay birds

come, So sits the maiden in her favourite bower, And reads, and thinks, through the soft

evening hour; Tracing each chequered page with heighten

ing zest, Eager to find the last words and the best; Yet sad when all is found, for small it seems To her who sits alone, and waits, and dreams, And watches day by day, and night by night, And thinks, like those who live by faith not

sight, The coming bird will surely wear a plumage


And now the sun shines forth, the clouds

have passed. Among the roses sits the maiden fair; While songs and perfumes fill the evening

air. Once paled her cheek, as if with sudden

pain, And then with joy as sudden flushed again; For mingled tidings come from that far

landWhich all too well her heart can under.

standHow the poor brother, he of purpose weak, Has yet the ever-promised good to seek ; While he of firmer nature, stronger will, With rising hopes seems ever gaining

still. Ah, fluttering heart! how shall the weight

be borne Of tenderest love, with all these feelings

torn, Wanting that armour youth and love have

seldom worn!

Twelve months have passed since last we saw

that face Of girlish sweetness, but of woman's

grace. Roses have bloomed and faded-trees have

shed Their leafy burden-summer birds have

fledCold wintry skies, with beating storm and

rain, These all have passed, and summer smiles

again. Tidings have come, not frequent, but still

trueLetters like birds of many-tinted hueExulting now in youth's assured success, Now touched with shadow, and exulting less. Then silence! Darker than all times were

those Days without sunshine, nights without

repose, When the tired spirit wished and watched in

vain For that which came not, and then watched

again, Wearing its life out with the long unchanging


Ah! but a secret lives within that breast.

a Time has not passed in vain. A heavenly

rest A calm beyond all human skill to gain Now smoothes her brow, and stills her every

pain. What though the tangled scheme of life

looks strange, And startling fears awake with every

change, Through wildest tumult still she hears the

call, “Rest thee, my child-thy Father knows it

all! Deep in the mystery of His sovereign

power He hides the path, but leads thee hour by

hour. Grasp thou the outstretched hand, nor quit

that hold; So will He guide thee to the peaceful fold, Safe through the perils of this dubious

way, Safe through the darkness, to eternal day, Whence never weakest lamb with wandering

feet shall stray.”

Leaves fromthe Book of Nature: Descriptive Narrative, &r.






THE Dog.

first request was for a notary, and he hastened

to make a will, leaving a certain annuity to a LXXXVI.

relative on condition of his taking charge of We have the following announcement in one his best of friends, his little dog, and of watch. of the papers : “Captain G-, seriously

ing tenderly over its comforts for the remnant of wounded in the head, has returned to Vienna

its days. This was the secret of his anxiety to with his dog!” Thereby hangs a pretty tale

survive. “Now,' he said, “if it be God's will, I of canine affection and sagacity. The captain am content to die.' But I am happy to say was wounded at Magenta in 1859, and lay out

there are strong hopes of saving the gallant on the battle-field. He was missed, and no

gentleman's life, and that it is highly probable tidings could be had of him by the men of his he will himself enjoy the agreeable duty of regiment. But he had at the time a young giving the greatest of all happiness to his dog which had become much attached to him.

dumb friend, and that will be his own society.” It occurred to his groom that through the agency of this little favourite of his master he

LXXXVII. might discover him, and so he took the dog Lord Middleton had nearly lost his first with him to the field, and amongst a heap of whip on Monday night. Some of the hounds dead the poor thing discovered the badly were astray at Sledmere, and the whip, who is wounded officer, and howled piteously to at- a stranger, and in his first season, remained to tract the groom's attention. The master was get them together. The night was very dark, brought in, and he considered he owed his life and in taking across the country homewards to the dog, and became more attached to him both horse and rider fell into one of the spring. than ever. This gallant officer was again heads near Wharram Church, the mare being wounded in the retreat from Königgrätz, and uppermost. Both lay in the cold spring water again was missed. Of course it occurred to his unable to get out, but singularly enough both brother officers who had heard the former story, with heads above the water. The cry of the to try again the former agency of discovery. hounds was heard down the valley to Wharram The dog, now grown old and sage, was brought station, and also by the passengers in the last out, and after a long search set up once more Malton train. The long continuance of the its melancholy cry, and was found rubbing its cries induced a man to go and see wbat the anxious nose to its master's pallid face. Cap. dogs were about, and he discovered the pitiable tain G- was again only wounded, but very position of the mare and her rider. The dogs, badly. He was sent down to Vienna, and as however, would not suffer either to be touched, he drove through the city, lying prostrate in a and would certainly have worried any one atcarriage, it was noticed that a poor dog, with tempting a rescue single-handed. After a two anxious and sympathetic eye, lay with its head hours' immersion both were got out. The whip upon his breast. The anxiety of the officer to was soon got round, but the mare-a very reach Vienna and to live, was noticed as strange valuable one--was apparently the worse of the for one of well-known bravery, who had a hun. two. Had not assistance arrived, the mare and dred times unflinchingly faced death. But his her rider must both inevitably have perished.

LXXXVIII. Some four years since on a dark winter's evening, my clerk, W. Robertson, and myself, left the police office about half-past five or six p.m. My clerk told me next morning the circumstance of a farmer's dog, which had jumped up before him barking much just as he went out of the Inn gates. Robertson struck at the dog, but it would not go away. He then turned round to look if any one was in the road; the dog seemed pleased and ran on before him, barking ; but after a few yards Robertson turned back. The dog again went after him and barked furiously, trying to lead him back up the road. He again turned and went on some twenty yards, following the dog, and then found the dog's master lying drunk on the high road. Had any vehicle come by, he must have been run over. Eventually the man was carried into the lock-up, the dog following. The police were debating about locking the dog up too, when it bolted and ran home.

LXXXIX. "My other anecdote about dogs referred to a splendid black Newfoundland, the property of the Grenadier Company of the 39th Regiment when in Sydney, New South Wales, in 1831 ; which dog would take jackets, bundles, and even soup in tins (covered) from the barracks to men on the main guard, a distance of half a mile, through the streets of the town. Once being annoyed and attacked by another dog, he quickly growled at him and showed fight by putting the tin on the ground two or three times, but at last succeeded in taking the dinner safe to the man on guard. He (Charley, for that was his name) then rushed after the other dog and nearly worried him to death. The Company were offered £20 for him whenordered on to India, which they refused. Alas, poor Charley! he died of liver complaint in six weeks after landing, duly buried, and duly mourned for by the whole troops.”

would seem to attach to it, the sacred spot has not been wholly disregarded and forgotten. During all these years, the dead man's faithful dog has kept constant watch and guard over the grave; and it was this animal for which the collectors sought to recover the tax.

James Brown, the old curator of the burial ground, remembers Gray's funeral; and the dog, a Scotch terrier, was, he says, one of the most conspicuous of the mourners. The grave was closed in as usual, and the next morning, “Bobby," as the dog is called, was found lying on the newly made mound. This was an innovation which old James could not permit, for there was an order at the gate stating, in the most intelligible characters, that dogs were not admitted. “Bobby” was accordingly driven out; but the next morning he was there again, and for a second time was discharged. The third morning was cold and wet, and when the old man saw the faithful animal, in spite of all chastisement, still lying shivering on the grave, he took pity on him and gave him some food. This recognition of his devotion gave "Bobby the right to make the churchyard his home; and from that time to the present he has never spent a night away from his master's grave. Often in bad weather attempts have been made to keep him within doors, but by dismal howls he has succeeded in making it known that this interference is not agreeable to him, and latterly he has always been allowed to have his way.

Bobby” has many friends, and the tax. gatherers have by no means proved his enemies. A weekly treat of steaks was allowed him by Sergeant Scott of the Engineers; but for more than six years he has been regularly fed by Mr. John Trail, of the Restaurant, 6, Greyfriars' Place. He is constant and punctual in his calls, being guided in his midday visits by the sound of the time-gun. On the ground of “harbouring" the dog in this way, proceedings were taken against Mr. Trail for payment of the tax. The defendant expressed his willing. ness, could he claim the dog, to be responsible for the tax; but so long as the animal refused to attach himself to any one, it was impossible, he argued, to fix the ownership; and the Court, seeing the peculiar circumstances of the case, dismissed the summons. The old curator, of course, stands up as the next claimant to Mr. Trail, and on Friday offered to pay the tax himself rather than have “Bobby""Grey. friars' Bobby," to allow him his full name-put out of the way.

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A very singular and interesting occurrence was on Friday brought to light in the Burgh Court, by the hearing of a summons in regard to a dog-tax.

Eight and a half years ago, it seems, a man named Gray, of whom nothing now is known, except that he was poor, and lived in a quiet way in some obscure part of the town, was buried in Old Greyfriars' Churchyard. His grave, levelled by the hand of time, and unmarked by any stone, is now scarcely discernible; but though no human interest


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The Mission of Great Sufferings. By ELIHU blunders into which the spirit of scepticism

BURRITT. London : Sampson Low, Son, has betrayed captious minds. The first edition and Marston.

was published before Bishop Colenso published The learned blacksmith is himself an illus. the first part of his notorious work, and entirely trious example of philanthropic effort and takes away the ground of several of his most self-denial for the benefit of others. The prominent difficulties. We recommend Mr. readers of OUR OWN FIRESIDE will doubtless Young's work to the students of Scripture. remember the biographical sketch of this re, markable man which appeared in our second

Studies for Sunday Evening. By LORD KIN. volume (p. 273). The re-perusal of that sketch

LOCH. Second Edition. Edinburgh:Edmon.

ston and Douglas. will give additional interest to the volume which he has just written. We have quoted

The grasp of the gifted author's mind, and

the fervent piety which characterises his Scripan extract from the work this month, which

tural meditations, will alike commend this affords a fair specimen of its character. It volume to the reader. It deals with topics of comprises ten chapters, and abounds in similar thrilling and eloquent passages. The political

general interest, combining the thoughtful and sentiments of the writer, indicating his strong

the practical aspects of Christian life. Northern sympathies, some may consider are a

Precept upon Precept. London: Hatchard and Co. little too prominently advanced in the con

Parents will be glad to learn that the author cluding chapters; but the spirit in which he

of “The Peep of Day" is about to publish, expresses his opinions will conciliate even those

under the above title, a sequel to that popular who may not be altogether convinced. We ad.

work, of which we understand 250,000 copies mire the high estimate Mr. Burritt has formed

have been sold in England, and the same num. of the philanthropy of the age; but "all is not

ber in the United States. gold that glitters;" and whilst we thankfully Micah the Priestmaker. A handbook on recognize the generous response ever made to Ritualism. By T. BINNEY. London: Jack. special appeals for national subscriptions, we son, Walford, and Hodder. wish the necessity did not exist for urging the Without aiming directly at controversy, Mr. ordinary appeals for charitable funds with Binney, in his well-known sententious and such frequent importunity. We fear the ex- vigorous style of writing, gives us his own planation of this necessity, particularly in its conclusions as an "outside observer.” For the bearings upon distinctly religious missionary most part his volume indicates that he fully works-the highest kind of charity-is to be recognises the thoroughly Protestant character found in the low estimate which is formed by of the Church of the Reformation : but here so many of the Redeeming Mission of the and there we notice the natural influence of GREAT SUFFERER, who “

gave Himself for

Nonconformist principles leading him to a us,” that we might no longer “live unto our- somewhat different conclusion. We only hope selves,” but “unto Him who loved us."

Nonconformists will maintain the principles of The Holy Bible, consisting of the Old and New

the Reformation as faithfully and decisively as Covenants, translated according to the letter

we believe they are maintained in the Prayer and idioms of the original languages. By

Book and Homilies of the Church of England. ROBERT YOUNG. Second Edition. London:

The Reformers knew what Romanism is better A. Fullarton and Co. Edinburgh : G. A.

than we do, and they wrote accordingly. Young and Co.

Conversations on the Bible and Science. By Mr. Young states that this work “is not the Rev. EDWIN SIDNEY, A.M. London: intended to come into competition with the Jarrold and Sons. ordinary use of the English version.” We very The author's name will be the best pledge of much question whether any version will ever the excellence of this work. We wish to call be produced equalling that which we possess. special attention to it. For our sons and At the same time we need not shrink from daughters who are beginning to think for admitting that "defective renderings” exist; themselves, it will prove invaluable. Geology, and since Mr. Young bas simply aimed to assist Astronomy, the Atmosphere, the Sea, Light the ordinary reader to discover these "defective and Heat, Vegetable and Animal Physiolucy, renderings" by giving what he believes to be a Chemistry, Electricity, and Magnetism, are the “ literal translation of the original,” we gladly topics of conversation : and the

result of all that welcome the result of his labours. Unques. is advanced is to make clear to demonstration tionably, the study of this literal version will that “what God has said is in unison with help to guard the reader against many of the what God has made."

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