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by the fall of scaffolding ; carried on a shutter, spectacle for the Spaniards, or the Christians, maimed and bleeding, to the hospital near, he as their contemporary historian and fellowwas attended by his dog, but the dog was not Christian calls them, even while he is relating permitted to enter the ward: he was driven this story. The reader will judge what the beyond the outer gate. He walked round and state of natural and general feeling must have round the walls; he lay down and watched been, when a man of his extraordinary acquire. with wistful eyes those who entered, imploring ments and talents, and who gives evident proofs admittance. He never left the precincts night in his book of a sincere religious belief, could or day; and by the time the poor boy had relate these circumstances without the slightest breathed his last, his faithful dog, too, had expression of horror, and undoubtedly without ceased to live.---Professor Low.

the slightest feeling that there was anything

unusual, anything unfitting, still less that The affection which some dogs show to their

there was anything devilish and damnable masters and mistresses is not only very sur.

related. Salazar gave the old woman a letter, prising, but even affecting. An instance of

and told her to go with it to the governor at this lately occurred at Brighton. The wife of Aymaco. The poor creature went her way a member of the town council at that place joyfully, expecting to be set at liberty when had been an invalid for some time, and at last

she had performed her errand. The intent was confined to her bed. During this period

was merely to get her away from the rest, that she was constantly attended by a faithful and the dog might have a fair field, and the beholders affectionate dog, who either slept in her room

a full sight. Accordingly, when she had proor outside her door. She died, was buried, and

ceeded little farther than a stone's throw, the dog followed the remains of his beloved

Bezerrillo was set at her. Hearing him come,

the woman threw herself on the ground; and husband and his friends returned to his house; and while they were partaking of some refresh

the animals sagacity, saved her : for she held ment, the dog put its paws on his master's

out the letter to the dog, and said, “O sir dog, arm, as if to attract his attention, looked wist

sir dog! I am carrying a letter to the lord fully in his face, and then laid down and in- governor; don't hurt me, sir dog.” The dog stantly expired.

seemed to understand her; and did understand

her, in fact, sufficiently to know that she did VI.

not look upon herself as a condemned person, The most powerful mind the world has known

and that she implored his mercy; and he came during the last two centuries had its emotions

up to her gently, and did her no harm. raised by, and left its testimony to, the sablime

The Christians held this for a thing of much attachment of the dog.

mystery, knowing the fierceness of the dog; The great Napoleon, when riding over the

and the captain also, seeing the clemency field of Bassano after the battle, observed a

which the dog had shown, ordered him to be dog guarding the body of his slain master.

tied up; and they called back the poor Indian He turned to his staff, and, pointing to the


and she came back to the Christians animal, said, “There, gentlemen, that dog

in dismay, thinking they had sent the dog to teaches us a lesson of humanity.”

bring her, and trembling with fear she sat VII.

herself down. And after a little while, the TRADITION OF THE INDIAN DOG, BEZERRILLO. governor Juan Ponce arrived, and being in. Salazar had one day taken an old Indian formed of what had happened, he would not woman, among other prisoners, after a defeat be less compassionate with the woman than of the natives, and for no assigned or assign- the dog had been, and he gave orders that she able reason, but in mere wantonness of cruelty, should be set at liberty, and allowed to go he determined to set this dog upon the poor whither she would; and accordingly so it was wretch. But it was to be made a sport of, a done.


GENTLEMAN at Coniston gives | how is it that such regular discipline can be the following curious account of maintained as to keep a sentinel ever strictly the effects produced on birds by the on the watch to give signals of any approaching

very severe cold, and long continu- danger? Is the sentinel some grave old patriance of snow on the hard frozen surface of the arch of the flock, who shows his chieftainship ground, in January and February, 1865. by watching over the safety of his tribe or is

"Four species of Titmouse(Parus) were fami. he some unlucky junior, who dares but obey liar visitors, and greedy after any sort of kitchen his elders, and remain patiently at his post of refuse. That well-known and now deeply re- observation, even if it excludes him from his gretted benevolent observer and naturalist, Sir share in the feast? John Richardson, erected at Lancrigg, a strong " Another strange pensioner was a waterpole with a erossbar, to one end of which he hen (Gallinula), starved out from ber accustied a basket filled with crumbs of bread and tomed reedy haunts on the edges of Coniston such-like dainties, for the refection of hungry Lake; she came in haste to partake of any Linnets, Robins, Chaffinches, and a miscella- fragments of food within reach, and then as neous company of visitors to the welcome hastily departed to her hiding-place. feast; at the other end of the crossbar was a “I once had the opportunity of watching a net bag containing lumps of fat, which proved pair of these birds in the fenny districts of particularly attractive to the Titmouse family Buckinghamshire, in an old orchard filled with (Parus). The beautiful blue Tit, whose lively grotesque old trees, thickly coated with grey manners have been so well described by White, lichens, and yet very productive of good apples and which, whatever may be said of him, is and enormously large stewing pears; there was really a great friend to gardeners, by destroy- in one corner a dark pond, the remains of part ing quantities of insects, is rather numerous in of an ancient moat, fringed and almost hidden Westmoreland, and must be dear to all lovers by sedges and brambles. By the edge of this, of roses for its active assistance in waging and fastened to an overhanging branch, the war against the Bracken Clocks, a sort of Gallinules built their cradle-nest of sticks. minute beetle (Chrysomela) with shining me- The female sat very closely under cover of the tallic wing cases, which seem to descend in shrubs, but by stealing gently round behind clouds from the neighbouring heath and fern. the bushes, I every day threw near her the covered mountains as soon as the roses begin crumbs and scraps from the children's dinner, to open; and bright and beautiful to the eye which were always eaten, and by-and-by I had as is this glittering shower of sparks of eme- the pleasure of seeing a flock of six or eight ralds, rubies, and diamonds that dazzle as

such beautiful silky little black balls darting they pass through the sunshine, we soon lose and squirting about in the most lively and all admiration for the false and fair visitants, restless manner, caring little for the shelter of who ruthlessly bury themselves among the the mother's wing. But in a day or two the petals of the roses, and mutilate and devour whole family had disappeared. The Ouse was the choicest blooms in the most aggravating out, a common occurrence with that sluggish way. So if the Tomtits help us a little to keep river, and probably the pretty Gallinules had down these pests in the summer, they well adjourned to the wide swampy fishing-grounds deserve their regale of fat to help them through to seek their living in company with the lordly the season when no insect larvæ can be found. crested grey heron, who would stand there for

But during that very severe weather, not hours, with meekly bowed head on his breast, only tribes of small birds, but even the very one foot tucked under his feathers—one might Rooks came to be fed, and enjoyed picking feet imagine to warm it, if he only changed his bones, especially a bone from a sirloin now and then; but it seemed to be always on of beef which had been previously boiled the same leg, in the shallow water, balancing for soup for the poor. The smaller bones the himself in perfect stillness till he pounced on Rooks flew away with to enjoy in their his prey, and secured his fish with that same own selfish corners, like 'little Jack Horner,' sharp hard bill wherewith his ancestors have without allowing a taste to a hungry brother. stilettoed so many a noble falcon in the olden Peevish and quarrelsome among themselves, days of that sport."

P. S. B.




To sing when summer's golden hours are

Through cloudless skies ;
To fade, and still to sing, without repining,

When summer dies.
As in the music of some grand rehearsal

All sounds unite,
At once to swell the chorus universal,

If tuned aright;
So in the garden-song around our dwelling-

All parts complete, Each tender note of leaf or floweret swelling

The anthem sweet, Rises the strain, unnumbered voices blending,

Their burden oneOne hymn of praise, for evermore ascending

To God's high throne.

ISTEN! the blossom-laden breeze is


A garden song: Sweet voices from the flowery depths are springing

All the day long. There is no silence where the clustering roses

And lilies grow; Where branches wave, and tender green reposus

In shade below.
There is no silence where the buds are swelling,

And flowers unfold,
Leaf unto leaf its tale of gladness telling,

Yet never told.
There is no silence for the ear that listens,

And fain would know
The joy of Nature when the dewdrop glistens,

And soft winds blow. When wakes the morn, or shines the noontide glory

Of summer days,
Ten thousand voices tell the same sweet story

In hymns of praise.
O’er the wide forest, by the restless ocean,

Or the still vale,
Sun, moon, and stars, in their perpetual

Tell the same tale. But deeper, clearer, where the heart reposes,

Their sound is heard; Where the loved garden of our home encloses

Each welcome word. Speak, then, sweet voices! for I wait to hear you

In this calm spot. Alas! how often has my soul dwelt near you, And heard you

Sing, gentle flowers, and teach me by your

How sweet a thing
It is to wake each morn to love and duty,

And still to sing :

The Snowdrop.
EEP lies the snow-wreath on my breast,

Around me all is dark and chill,
Yet something breaks my silent rest,
And seems my startled ear to fill.
A voice that never speaks in vain,
Whispers of Spring returned again;
And close, my folded leaves within,
I feel the stir of life begin.
And now I wake-I live-I feel!

And through the curtains of my bed,
While glimmering rays of daylight steal,

I know the sun shines overhead;
I know, within my earthy home,
That Spring, rejoicing Spring has come;
I feel, beneath my snowy sheet,
That light is pleasant-life is sweet.
Joy! joy! the curtains cold and white,

The icy covering of my bed,
Now melt beneath the morning light,
grass-green turf appears

My snowy mantle falls away;
I look, and lo! the glorious day!
But droop my head again to see
No flower in all the world but me.

Come forth, my garden sisters, come!

Heed not the rain-clouds in the sky; Fear not the blight of early bloom,

Spring is no time to fade and die. The clouds that look so dark and cold, Rich drops of fruitful life may hold; And even the wintry gales that blow, May give you strength to bud and grow. Come, garden sisters! Lovelier far

Than mine the charms you seek to hide. Come, velvet rose, and golden star,

Come, blush, and glow in all your pride; But still remember I was first, Cold winter's icy chain to burstWas first my silver bells to ring, And wake you with the voice of Spring.

The Snowdrop Gathered.
O sang the Snowdrop, when a hand came

And plucked her bell, which, broken,

answered not. “ Ah !” thought the flower, “this life is little

worth, If thus to perish must be all my lot.”

They placed the Snowdrop where its silver bell

Hung faint and still, its music all forgot; And yet, to her who gazed, it seemed to tell

Of One who loved, and could forsake her not. In its own life, renewed as from the grave,

Arrayed in beauty by His sovereign will, There seemed a pledge that He who died to

save, Through the dark valley would be near her

still. Yet the long watching of those soft blue eyes, Fixed on the flower, to other eyes brought

tears. Was it some dream of Heaven's eternal skies,

Or closer memory of bygone years ? Was it that in that look of tenderness,

That constant gaze of earnest, yearning love, Were thoughts no human language might

expressNow torn from earth, now borne in prayer

above? Once, only once, the big tears, one by one, Gushed forth, and wandered down the pallid

cheek; But still those blue unclouded eyes gazed on, And still the pale lips found no words to

speak. At length the day went down, the eyelids closed, The room grew still, and dark, and darker

yet: The couch was smoothed, and garnished, where

reposed A death-cold form, whose sun of life was set. Ah, little Snowdrop! in those few brief hours, Thou hadst thy triumph. Who like thee

could bring From memory's waste such wealth of scattered

flowers ? From hope such promise of eternal Spring?

Within a darkened room the flower was

brought, Where crimson curtains hung, and pale

lamps burned; Softly the feet trod there, where love had

taught Her tender lessons, oft in sorrow learned.

“Sweet flower of Spring!” a voice of music said,

“Oh come, and place it near me where I lie; Then raise the pillow for my weary head,

That I may see the Snowdrop ere I die.”

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“Give to the winds thy fears.' Cities of Bashan." Vols. I. and II. Edin

“This is John Wesley's translation (A.D. 1739) of burgh: William Oliphant and Co.

part of Paul Gerhard's most popular hymn Dr. Kitto's “Daily Bible Illustrations” are a

“* Commit thou all thy griefs monument to his worth. One of the most extra

And ways into His hands.' ordinary men of the century, his literary pro

"* Befiehl du deine Wege,' &o. ductions possess a peculiar personal interest, in It is said to have been written at the time when, addition to that which arises from their intrinsic owing to his views differing from those of the king, he merit and value. The latter certainly could was ordered to quit the country. He went, in renot well be over-estimated. The “Daily Bible duced circumstances, with his wife, on foot. One Illustrations” furnish, perhaps, the most inte- night, on seeking a refuge in a village inn, his wife, resting and useful series of Bible readings

affected by their altered condition, burst into tears. extant. Unlike many commentators, Dr. Kitto

Then the poet reminded her of the verse, 'Commit thy did not confine himself to any one particular

way unto the Lord,' Psalm xxxvii. 5; and, retiring to

an arbour, wrote this hymn upon those words. The mode of exposition. His work is not a history,

same night two gentlemen arrived who had come by not a commentary, not a book of critical or

order of Duke Christian, of Merseburg, to invite the antiquarian research, nor of practical reflec- poet to Merseburg, and to inform him that the Duke tion, but it is something of all these. The had settled a considerable pension on him as a compenpresent edition is edited by a distinguished sation for the injustice of which he was a victim. Biblical scholar, Dr. Porter; and although no Gerhard then gave his wife the hymn he had written change has been made in the text, notes are

in trouble but in faith, and said, See how God proappended in smaller type, in which the editor

vides! Did I not bid you to trust in God, and all

would be wall?'" has introduced the leading results of recent important discoveries in the geography and The extracts from the diary of Gerhard's antiquity of eastern lands, and of the advances wife written in their family Bible-which are made in Biblical criticism and interpretation.inserted in Our Own FIRESIDE, vol. ij., page We strongly recommend “Daily Bible Illus- 651-should be read after this note, in order trations” as adapted to promote an intelligent that the heroism of the wife, as well as the apprehension of the Bible, and to encourage a faith of the husband, may be equally apprehabit not merely of reading it, but of thinking ciated. over its contents. The two volumes now issued embrace the “morning series” from

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illustrated with attractive pictures. The auWhen we state that it contains biographical thor of "The Creation and Deluge” advocates sketches of nearly two hundred of the principal “ Church in the School.” We confess we prepsalm and hymn writers, with notes on their

fer to see children in the House of God; and psalms and hymns, it will be understood that

if they are well placed, and taught to join in brevity is studied; but all that is recorded is

the singing and responses; and if the clergyfull of interest. Everyone is conscious of the

man is accustomed to give a few words in his increased interest which attaches to the Psalms

sermon to the “lambs," we think the children of David when we are acquainted with the would themselves decide for the Church circumstances under which they were written. rather than the School. These little books are This holds equally true of the hymns of the well suited for Home use. Christian Church; and we value Mr. Miller's work mainly on this account Not only does The Sunday Scholar's Annual. London: Elliot he furnish biographical information, but fre

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