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God grant that when night overshadows our way,
And oh, when aweary, may we be so blest,
RESPECT FOR THE AGED.
IT happened at Athens, during a public representation of some play, exhibited in honor of the State, that an old gentleman came too late for a place suitable to his age and quality.
A number of young men, who observed the difficulty and confusion the poor old gentleman was in, made signs to him that they would accommodate him, if he came where they sat.
The good man bustled through the crowd accordingly; but when he came to the seats to which he was invited, the jest among the young fellows was, to sit close, and expose the confusion and embarrassment of the old man to the gaze of the whole audience.
The frolic went round all the benches reserved for the Athenians. But on those occasions there were also particular places set apart for strangers. When the good man, covered with confusion,
came toward the boxes appointed for the Lacedemonians, these honest, though less instructed people, rose from their seats, and, with the greatest respect, received the old gentleman among them.
The Athenians, being suddenly touched with a sense of the Lacedemonians' virtue and their own misconduct, gave a thunder of applause; and the old man cried out, "The Athenians understand what is good, but the Lacedemonians "ractise it." Addison.
"WHERE is thy home?" I asked a child
Was twining flowers most sweet and wild
"My home," the happy heart replied,
Oh! blessings fall on artless youth,
When every word is joy and truth,
"Where is thy home? thou lonely man," I asked a pilgrim grey,
Who came, with furrowed brow and wan, Slow musing on his way.
He paused, and with a solemn mien.
"The land I seek thou ne'er hast seen,
Oh! blest-thrice blest the heart must be To whom such thoughts are given, That walks from worldly fetters free,Its only home in heaven!
WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR.
GREAT King William spread before him All his stores of wealth untold,Diamonds, emeralds, and rubies,
Heaps on heaps of minted gold. Mournfully he gazed upon it
As it glittered in the sun,
Great King William from his turret
Of a countless host below;
As the squadrons trod the sward;
Hear thy miserable lord: At my word thy legions gatherAt my nod thy captains bend; But, with all thy power and splendor, I would give thee for a friend!"
Great King William stood on Windsor, Looking, from its castled height, O'er his wide-spread realm of England Glittering in the morning light; Looking on the tranquil river
And the forest waving free. And he sighed, "O land of beauty, Fondled by the circling sea! Mine thou art, but I would yield thee And be happy, could I gain, In exchange, a peasant's garden, And a conscience free from stain!"
THE LEGEND OF ST. FREDA.
And down by the wharves the houses
Here loathsome vice was hidden,
And those were the homes of the wealthy,
In a dark and lonely garret
Where the sunlight's radiant flame Through the narrow cobwebbed windows Feebly and faintly came,
Alone in the rosy morning,
Alone in the twilight shade, With God and her precious lily Dwelt a little orphan maid.
All day through the crowded city