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As Harry grew older, he only grew | body had confidence enough in him, to trust him with any important matter, or regard enough for him, to make any great effort to help him. tried various kinds of occupation,

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more fond of play, and more in love with idleness and mischief. When he was ten years old, he could not read respectably, and could not write a word, or a letter. He had been sent to school, but proved so ignorant and unskillbut gave no attention to his lessons. He often strayed away into the fields, or stopped by the way, to play with all the idle boys he met. Many a time, I have seen him in the road, his cap

thrown carelessly on the ground, and his satchel by its side, wasting half the morning in playing at ball, or marbles, with some companion as idle as himself, and paying no heed to the call of the bell, when it rang the hour for school to open. Harry thought this was all fun, and that he knew the way to be happy, better than father, or mother, or teacher, or all the world beside.

Well, in time Harry became a man. His father died. His mother was poor and he was compelled to do something for his own living. But what could he do.

He had never learned anything useful. He had no habits of study, or application, or self denial, all of which are essential

to any kind of success. No

ful in all that he undertook to do, that nobody was willing to employ him long. The employment he obtained was of the lowest and most laborious kind, and that which brought the poorest wages. Harry was often tired and often hungry. He frequently regretted the idle and unprofitable course he had pursued, and wished he had given heed to the advice of his father. Had he been a good reader and writer, with habits of diligence, he might have secured a clerkship in some mercantile house, or a place in a rail-road office. Had he given early attention to his arithmetic, he might have become an engineer, or a surveyor, or perhaps a teacher. But, alas! poor Harry, he was fit for nothing, but plain hard work. He had no resources in himself—no knowledge of history, or the world, no thoughts worth dwelling upon. And, when he thought of his early home, of his kind father, of the many lessons he had received, the warnings he had wantonly slighted, he felt and acknowledged that he was already, as his father had often predicted, coming out of the

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LITTLE END OF THE HORN.

Water Song.

The bright sparkling waters
That gush from the hills,
And gladden the vallies

With streamlets and rills,
Oh! they never, never fail,
But with laughter and song,
From springtide till springtide,
They're flashing along.

There's life in their sweetness, There's health in their flow, And they whisper of heaven.

Wherever they go;

And they scatter, scatter wide
The treasures they bear,
As pure as the sunshine,
As free as the air.

Come, then, all who hear me,
To fountains divine,
Touch, taste not, nor handle
Gin, brandy, or wine.
They wither, wither all,

Bud, blossom, and fruit,
But the bright sparkling waters
Are health to the root.

They gush without money,
They flow without price,
To the hut of the beggar,

The hovel of viceThey're laden, laden richly With promise of wealth, And insure to the temperate Contentment and health.

HIRAM.

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My second, though nothing, compared to the other,

Is worth more as a partner than its double-faced brother;

It moans, and it sighs, and when joined to my first,

Pronounces the doom of the sinner accursed.

My third-you will find his whole value depends On the worth and position of neighbors and friends,

And, when both the other two following fair, Changes doom to desire, and a curse to a prayer.

My fourth, though it formeth no part of a hundred,

Shows where it can justly and evenly be sun

dered;

Tis found in the elements every where present,
Tis found in all seasons, unpleasant or pleasant,
Tis the chief of all lands, and yet cannot wait
On continent, hemisphere, empire or state.
Tho' ne'er in Great Britain suspected to lower,
Tis the heart of each quarter of that mighty
power;

It always belonged to the animal race,
In the mineral kingdom they gave it a place,
And, being impartial, they could not deny
The vegetable order its virtue to try;

And yet, since creation, it never was known
In beast, bird, or fish, root, branch, stem or

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speedily as possible. When he has gone over the last, he goes to the proper distance, and places himself in position for all the players to leap over him in their turn. The first over whom he passed, follows him over the second, third, fourth, etc.; and when he has gone over, the one who begun the game places himself in like manner for the others to jump over him. The third follows the second, and so on until the parties are tired.

The manner of playing Leap-Frog about London is different, and, as we think, much inferior in safety, appear. ance, and amusement:-A lad places himself with his hands on his knees, his body nearly doubled, and his side, instead of his back, turned toward the leapers, who, with a short run, take their leap at some distance from the lad who is to be vaulted over; he who takes his leap the farthest off, is reckoned the best player. This, it may be readily imagined, is by no means so lively as the real game of Leap-Frog, which we have above described. The boy, who is to be leaped over, receives the greater shock from the jumpers; and he is in more danger of being thrown down by, or having a blow on his head from,

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THIS is a most excellent pastime. It
should be played in a spacious place,
out of doors if possible, and the more
there are engaged in it, provided they
be of the same height and agility, the
better is the sport. We will suppose a
dozen at play: Let eleven of them stand
in a row, about six yards apart, with all
their faces in one direction, arms folded,
or their hands resting on their thighs,
their elbows in, and their heads bent
forward, so that the chin of each rests
on his breast, the right foot advanced,
the back a little bent, the shoulders
rounded, and the body firm. The last
begins the sport by taking a short run,
placing his hands on the shoulders of the
nearest player, and leaping with their
assistance-of course, springing with his
feet at the same time-over his head, as
represented in the cut. Having cleared
the first, he goes on to the second, third,
fourth, fifth, etc. in succession, and as alone.

their knees.

WHISKEY drinking never conducted wealth into a man's pocket, happiness to his family, or respectability to his character; therefore, whiskey is a nonconductor, and it is best to let it

Adventures at Sea.

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HERE are some adventures in the history of every sailor, that are not only worth relating, but worth all the trouble, pain, and weariness they cost. Let me, very briefly, touch on a few of my own.

a great variety of aspects. Sometimes they would glisten and blaze in the light of the sun, like cliffs of pure crystal. Sometimes one of the huge cliffs would throw its dark shadow upon the other, and change the dazzling glow to a cold bleak, inhospitable frown. Occasionally, as portions of the surface melted in the sunbeams, or as the spray dashed up We were in a very high lati- the sides of the cliff, little rills would be tude, and on the look-out for ice. One formed, and rushing together into one, morning, at daybreak, we found our-dash down furiously to the depths beselves in the neighborhood of several low. We came to anchor under the lee immense icebergs, and surrounded, on of one of those ice-mountains, and sent every side, with floating ice. It was a out our boats to reconnoitre for an outscene of great sublimity and beauty. let. The men, well attired and otherHere were some forty or fifty floating wise prepared for the work, disembarked mountains, or islands, with mountain on the ice, clambered up the rugged and cones shooting up over all their surface, slippery cliffs, with the aid of spears, and reaching to the height of from 300 harpoons, and boat-hooks, and seemed to 500 feet. They were of different greatly to enjoy the sport. On one of

the cliffs, they found a polar bear, who had deserted his Arctic home, and taken free passage for a warmer clime. They tried to capture him, but he was too wide awake for that, so they left him to his fate, which was probably a grave in the Gulf-stream.

After a long succession of calms and adverse winds, which

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dimensions, and heights, and presented | seemed to combine against us, we

came, at length, in sight of land. It was a dark, lowering night. The storm was just passing away, but the waves were rolling and dashing with great fury. A little after midnight, the man at the bow cried out, "land-ho!a light!" All hands were soon on deck, eager to catch the first glimpse of home, and taste the fresh breeze from land. As the ship rose and fell on the billows, the distant light was seen at intervals, and then lost to view. We were making directly towards it, with the wind in our favor. As we advanced, the bright beacon before us loomed higher and higher into the sky, and shed, far away on the crests of the broken waves, a strong glare of light. The clouds began to scud and break, and the moon, from behind them, gave us occasional

glimpses of the rock-bound coast. Far away to leeward, a ship was noticed, under close-reefed topsails, laboring in the swollen sea, and evidently suffering from the effects of the storm. The dashing of the waves against the craggy coast, kept up a tremendous roar, as of distant thunder. And when, occasionally, a wave heavier than the rest, concentrating the force of a dozen in one, dashed up against the base of the beacon, it would break, and rise in spray and foam, almost to its very top, and then scatter on every side, in a deluge of baffled fury. Over all this, the steady light, unmoved from its firm foundations, continued to shine, and to guide us on our homeward way. To those, who have traversed the ocean, or escaped a tempest, the incident may seem trifling.

But no one who has experienced the full force of

the word, "home," and rest, after such a scene, will fail to sympathise with the feeling that invests the light-house near home with

a character bordering on the sacred. Many a sailor would write "Home,

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