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“ I did not dare to think of that."

wishes, they would not have very long to Both Mr. Mansfield and Constance looked wait. inquiringly, and he added in a low serious “And what are you going to do about the tone,

old Mansion !” asked Constance. “I found the thought of the money was Constance, you are a rather inquisitive becoming a snare to me, Constance, not for young lady,” said Mr. Mansfield. “You see, its own sake, but for that very reason that I Leonard, she is determined to become acknew how much Mrs. Wentworth thought of quainted with all particulars." riches, and that as a poor man I was very “She is very welcome to know all that I can likely never to gain her consent. I found tell her,” returned Leonard. “I hope to have myself involuntarily, though not intentionally, preparations begun there at once. Beatrice concealing my religious principles from Miss has very gloomy associations now with the Vivian. I was hardly aware of it, until one place, and my intentions are to make all posday Beatrice in a passing way repeated some sible alterations within and without. I shall words that Miss Vivian had used respecting want your help, Constance, in the choice of me, to the effect that she liked me because new furniture, carpets, curtains, and so on. I I was ‘not so over-particular, or so fond of am afraid I am very ignorant about such interfering with other people's principles as matters. Then the house must be painted and some that she could name,' and that she had on papered from top to bottom, and all the old the whole been agreeably disappointed in me.' useless lumber must be made away with.” You can imagine what that meant from Miss "And the jungle," suggested Constance. Vivian."

Yes, the garden must be taken in hand at “No wonder you spoke to her openly after once. I am afraid it is too late in the year to that,” said Mr. Mansfield, gravely.

transplant many plants, but at all events the And you must be glad now that you did,” brambles and weeds must be cleared away, and added Constance.

turf laid down, and beds made. I should like " Very glad and thankful, Constance. But to have the place so completely transformed after what Beatrice told me I could never have that it could hardly be known again." had any peace of mind until I had shown Miss “No great difficulty, considering the state it Vivian

my true colours,' without reserve. It is in now,” said Constance. What a comfort was as much for my own sake as hers that I it will be to have a respectable garden across spoke.”

the road. Though I am not sure that I shan't “I remember wondering sometimes, before rather miss the jungle: I have been so accusthat day, how it was that you got on so smoothly tomed to see it from my bedroom window with her,” said Constance,--adding, with a from babyhood.” smile, “but I see now that you understand “I don't think you will,” returned Leonard what I said about Mrs. Wentworth. If she had “ You will have plenty of trees to look upon not set her heart on the money for Beatrice, still. It is the nettles and brambles that I in. she would not have been so displeased when tend to remove. You can hardly care for the she thought all hope of it had gone. However, sight of them.” I suppose she is very happy about it all now- "I wonder what poor old Miss Vivian would almost as happy as I am. Oh, Leonard, you think of such alterations," remarked Constance must tell me one more thing! How soon is it half to herself. “Leonard, you and Beatrice to be?"

will make a better use of the money than she “Well done, Constance!” said her father,

ever did.” patting her cheek. "Did you think everything “I trust we may be led to do so," said Let could be settled in half-an-hour ?"

nard seriously, as Mrs. Mansfield entered the Leonard smiled, and assured her that if room with Bertram and Edwin, and the conmatters were arranged according to his versation was broken off.



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ERY often, when I have been on the clever arrangement of her own, but by a

water in a boat, I have heard, as you friendly hand from a neighbouring ship. Lost may have heard, the man at the oar three times by the same helmsman!

say to the man steering, “Mind your Take care of the tongue; it is the helmshelm.” On board ships and steamboats you man of the soul. A word from the tongue often see the inscription up, “Passengers not will set all the passions in a blaze, a word allowed to talk to the man at the helm.” So from the tongue will wreck a craft among the much depends on steady and careful steering. rocks of thoughtlessness, -a word from the A careless helmsman might very soon lose a tongue will dash the human vessel among the ship; and I remember being on a river in a icebergs of unkindness. The tongue is the rough wind, when we got into a great difficulty helm-take care of the tongue. “Whoso ofand dilemma through a little carelessness in fendeth not in word, the same is a perfect steering. We got the boat aground, and long

man." When we advance a little into life, we we had to wait, and to wait in very unpleasant find that the tongue of man creates nearly all circumstances too, because the foolish man did the mischief of the world. The man who is able not take care of his helm. And yet the helm to command his tongue is able to command seems the most easily managed of any part of his whole body, and is able to command other the vessel. One is inclined to say, “ Well, if people too. man fail, there is a perfect carelessness and Is it not wonderful to notice that so large a nothing short of it.” He has not to do so number of proverbs of all nations should be much; it is no toilsome work; but it needs about the tongue? it shows how much attenthe attentive, diligent eye. It needs the silent tion it has needed. It is of no use being tongue. Sometimes more and sometimes less soft and kind and gentle in disposition, and exertion is needed, but what is especially generous in pocket, and firm and powerful in needed is care. And in rough seas or calm character, if you cannot control your tongue. rivers, as the dangerous rock may lurk or the A man's tongue makes him or unmakes him shallow spread below, the good sailor will far more than he thinks; and indeed it reprekeep his weather-eye open and mind his helm.sents and reveals the man. “By thy words

We are all sailors, and all the success of the thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou voyage depends on our taking care of the shalt be condemned;" for every word, you helm. I have known many a ship lost by the know, is an action, and none the less because helmsman. I knew one especially; it had its deeds cannot always be clearly seen. gone many à voyage, but it had always met In a word, if you would walk upon velvet, with some disaster, and always through the take care of your tongue. “Many a man finds helmsman. The vessel had always been light fault with his hard path, who has spit stones and well rigged, sails all complete and stout,

from his own teeth.” “Let a man be born Alags and pennons flying; away she went before among roses, a foolish tongue may turn them the breeze. But she had not been at sea long all into nettles.”

“Rue and thyme both grow before a spark from the helmsman set a sail in one garden." "A good tongue is a good on fire; the ship was in flames very soon. To


.” “Fair words break no bones, but be sure she was saved, but she had to put in foul ones many a one.” “Good words cool again to harbour to be refitted and re-rigged. more than cold water.” “To cast oil in the Well, away she went again, and this time all fire is not the way to quench it." "Take care went very well till the helmsman, a stupid of the first words." The beginning of strife fellow, drove her right among some rocks;

is as when one letteth out water." Evil words there she lay aground for a long time; but beget evil words, till at last they come to again she was saved, and once more was sea

generations." worthy. But again she was coasting too near Oh, the tongue! the tongue! the tongue ! the Arctic Seas, and she was run by the helms- What shall be done unto thee, thou false man right upon some icebergs, and there she tongue ?” Hollowness and deceit are as bad might have been lost; and was saved by no as slander or railing, or worse. Some tongues


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are always on the look out for an equivocation; / pieces half the characters in the neighbour. they cannot give a direct or plain answer. hood—or if they go from house to house de. Their owners do not so much use them, as liberately to exercise their gifts and graces of fence with them; and play off on their neigh. malice, by whispering suspicions into the ear bour a clever double-dealing in words. All of the unsuspicious-or breathing a blight upon the words of such people are like pieces of fair names, it is all thought to be right and money-they have two sides, and one is as natural, and innocent enough. We have lunatic good as the other, and neither good for much, asylums, asylums for the deaf-for consump. for it is all brass or copper coin. Whenever tion-for the eyes-for the ears. I have heard they give you a reply, you can almost always of chiropædic hospitals; but I have groaned hear the words chuckling in their throat, to for some hospital for diseased tonguesthink how cleverly they have imposed on you. tongues that are troubled with perpetual and To such persons a yea is never yea; nor is a mischievous motion. What a benefactor to his nay, nay. Learn to hate all two-faced words. race would he be who should found that hos. Life has been said by some people to be like pital! the waterman's craft, “Rowing one way, and Take care of your tongue-never mind any. looking another.” That is very well, for we body else's tongue-let them take care of theirs have not only to act for the present moment, -you take care of yours. I say this because but to look right ahead into the future. But most people are more anxious about their neighwe must not say one thing and mean another; bours' tongues than about their own. You take it is our using too many words which makes care of

your hands and your face, why not take us insincere. If we thought before we spoke, care of your tongue ? You don't trouble your. we should oftener live nearer to honesty. self much with your neighbours' hands or face,

Take care of the helm. Every helm may be -let their tongues alone. And you do find, or steered to the right or to the left. The two probably you will, that they do not attend to things to be constantly borne in mind in the the health of theirs, and they meddle with the government of the tongue are kindness and

tongues of other people; that will only be sincerity. Virtues carried to extremes become another argument why you should devote more vices. If you are too gentle, soft, and yielding attention to yours. Take care of your tongue; with the tongue, there is danger of insincerity; you have but one tongue to take care of; two if too vehement, too rapid, forcible, incon. feet-two hands—two eyes—even nostrils—a siderate, you become unkind. There is a double pair of nerves I am told: but only one golden mean, if we can find it, so that the

tongue, and that the cause of as much trouble tongue may become a temple of purity and to everybody as an unbroken colt. Take care meekness, of love and truth.

that your tongue does not become your master I am sure that the tongue does more to keep -make it your servant; take care that it does the world in turmoil than the sword. I am not turn coward-teach it when to speak, what sure we shall never tread on velvet till people to speak, and how to speak.

to speak, and how to speak. “Life and death look after their tongues. Of course, control are in the power of our tongue.” “Blessing the tongue as we may, still there will be many and cursing are in the power of the tongue. vices left behind: but a busy tongue is the Pure fountains and black pools; and the will parent of much mischief.

What keeps so

and the mind preside over all. Take care of many people constantly by the ears? Why, your tongue. some two or three venomous old newsmongers, How blessed is the privilege of those who who go about, like industrious old apostles of live so near to the Lord that when the breath mischief, from house to house. I have often of injurious slander has gone over them, they thought when I heard of a straight-waistcoat sit still, or pay back the false coin of the world's for lunatics, and a lunatic asylum, what a unkindness with words of gentleness and lovel glorious thing it would be if there were "Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.” And tongue asylum, and some sort of restraint for why may not this be? The wind that shakes that most mischievous piece of red machinery. the rose cannot destroy its sweetness. Tha If a man runs out of his house and breaks a

insect that crawls upon its beautiful leares window, he is clapped into an asylum, and may seem to impair, but the rose still pays watch and ward kept over im; but if an old back injury in fragrance. A shower washes gentleman or lady of the best intentions invite the insect away, but leaves the rose a rose a few neighbours to tea, and proceed to tear in still. And is it not very sweet to know that

the loving heart has a fountain of sweetness in them something to remember. And if you itself, which the winds of unkindness cannot had a good sharp sting or two they'd let you shake, nor the showers and storms of slander be where you are, I'll be bound.” “Perhaps wash away? You must be careful how you ever so,” said the violet, "and yet I'd rather be as touch, by a word, those hearts which are the I am, without the sting; for you see, if they Lord's. “God avenges His own elect,” and gather me it's because they love meand if they every slight practised on them will be found in let you alone it's not because they love you so the long-run to have been practised on Him. much. I do not want to be taken away

from For through all time beautiful things are beau- the pleasant hedge - but they will perhaps tiful things, and the evil things are the evil gather me to carry me to some sick room--or things.

a lover will give me as a present to his mis. A Violet and a Nettle were growing on the tress, and she will prize me, and make me a same bank one spring day, when the sun was

book-mark, where, perhaps, I may stay for shining very brightly, and some of the sweetest generations, to be looked at by her grandchil. breezes were abroad. The violet was rather dren. They'll never treat you with so much ont of sight, but the nettle had seen her many respect, Mr. Nettle. And if I were gathered times though he had never before spoken to you would be sorry : you would not be able to her. “Good morning, ma'am,” said he. “Good talk to Tom Dockleaf as you do to me—and morning, Mr. Nettle," sweetly replied the violet. you know you dearly like to smell my breath. “I wouldn't give much for your chance if we I do not wish to be impudent, but I know that have many such days as this; there will be you are all the sweeter for being in my neighsome walkers-out who will be wending their bourhood—and you know it too, don't you,

Mr. way up here, and you will have a short time- Nettle P” He had no time to reply, for å you may take my word for it. So impudently labourer came with a hedging tool and cut spoke the nettle, like a great coarse thing as down Mr. Nettle and Tom Dockleaf too; and he was. “Alas," said the violet, " it


be the poor violet was left in safety to herself in so, but I hope not, I would rather stay here the beautiful light and cool breath of Heaven a little while longer and enjoy the sunshine alone. “Yes,” said she to herself, “if they and breeze." “Ah! my lady,” said the nettle, injure us, it is better to feel that we have " you see that's just the way the world treats neither the disposition nor the power to injure fou poor things, while it respects me: catch them gathering me—no, no—they know a trick * From an attractive book for young folk –“Blind Amos

and his Velvet Principles." By the Rev. Paxton Hood. worth two of that; if they touch me I give London: S. W. Partridge.



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A noble engine, high in fame,

The Wellington ”-a deathless name,-
And high in speed and mighty power,
To cover fifty miles an hour.
The carriages are first and second,
Fourteen together reckoned ;
Besides the luggage-van and tender.
But oh! what beauty, wealth, and splendour,
Comes crowding forth
From east and west, from south and north,
Squires, merchants, bishops, farmers, traders,
And Ethiopian serenaders;
The bounding young, all joy and glee,
Sweet laughing children blithe and free;
And tremulous old, and rich and poor,

Never weary, though the dreary
Midnight chills the air.
Alps of chalk on either hand,
Then through Apennines of sand;
Iron bridges hung on chains,
Where mountain spasms
Have left wide chasms.
Giant tubes-through which the trains
Travel by the light of gas;
Still our never-flagging horse
Shoots on his lightning course!
So, falling back with folded arms,
Over our eyes we draw our cap,
To take a gentle nap
Oblivious of alarms.

All hurrying to the carriage-door.
The train is full--five hundred souls
Are packed together there;
The whistle sounds, away it rolls,
And leaves the platform bare.
With watchful heed, but rising speed,
The iron horse pursues his course!
The eagle eye and steady hand
That drives, can regulate the force,
And hold him in command.
The city lights grow dim and few,
And vanish from the sight
In deep dark night,
And only leave in view
Two flaming eyes before
A rush of something undefined,

with a thunder roar,
And two red stars behind!
Onwards ! like a meteor flashing,
Gathering speed,-gathering speed :
Under bridges, over ridges,
Onwards ! blazing, hissing, dashing,
Terrible indeed!
Past the solitary station,
Quick as thought-it comes—’tis gone!
O’er the giddy elevation,
O'er the viaduct of stone,
Flaming on-alone-alone!
See below-nay, do not quiver !--
Underneath us runs a river,
Making melancholy moan,
Flowing on-flowing on.
See, a ship is sailing under;
On we sweep ! on we sweep!
As though we cleared it with a leap,
In fear and wonder.
But hark! a sound like thunder
Bursts with electric shock,
Or blast of granite rock,-
The whistle's shrill and startling sound
Tells us we are underground,
In a tunnel three miles long.
On we fly! on we fly!
Our charger never was so strong
Or speed so high;
Without slackening or strain,
He springs into fresh air again.
Onward sweeping--onward sweeping,
While the silent world is sleeping.
Onward sweeping--onward sweeping,
With a flare of lurid glare :

What's the shaking? Are we waking ?
Can we have slept on an hour ?
What a screech the wbistle's making!
Every break puts on its power,
We have slept for many an hour.
Sweetly waking-morning's breaking,
Summer morning's primest hour;
Yonder is our journey's end,
Yonder is the glorious sea ;
Softly round the curve we bend,
Slow and easy as may be ;
Spires all glittering in light,
Noble cliffs and sweeping bays,
Burst all bright upon the sight:
Friendly meetings, happy greetings,
Loving bands all shaking hands;
Crowds of fathers, brothers, cousins,
Uncles, aunts, and lovers-dozens !
Groups of friends already come,
Welcome everybody home.

Gently from the platform gliding,
See the conquering engine go;
Put him back upon the siding,
Quench his fiery heart, and blow
Off the steam, and let him dream
Hazily and lazily.
On that siding still abiding,
In a deep, unconscious sleep,
There a holiday to keep,
Until duty's call shall come-
See “ The Wellington " at home!

Author of " Kentish Lyrics," " Lyra

Sabbatica,” &c.

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