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But there were some hardy fellows
Keeping a bright look-out, Who had manned the life-boat long ago,
And launched her with a shout.
Out in the darkness, clinging
To broken mast and rope,
With eyes that had no hope ;
Of black against the clear, And the life-boat over the ridges
Came leaping like a deer!
Up spoke the life-boat coxswain
When they came near the wreck, “Who casts his life in this fierce sea
To carry a rope on deck ? " The men were all so willing
That they chose the first who spoke, And he plunged into the breathless pause,
Before a huge wave broke.
And the wave sprang like a panther,
And caught him by the neck; And tossed him, as you toss a ball,
Upon the shuddering wreck.
Till he had got his breath,
There's many a precious cargo
Comes safe to British sands;
About our British lands;
Are men with names unknown, Who save a priceless freight of lives,
And never heed their own.
Now bear those weary wanderers
From the dark shores below, And warm them at the hearths whose light,
They watched an hour ago ; And call the fishers and sailors
Gravely to see, and say, “ Our turn may come to-morrow,
As theirs has come to-day.”
Among the fishers and sailors
There came a sunburnt man,
Lying so white and wan;
They thought his days were done: And the sailor stared and wrung his hands,
And cried, “ It is my son !
“Oh! I was bound for Plymouth,
And he for the coast of Spain,
How we should meet again.
And who will tell his mother
How he is come ashore ?
I know she loved him more.
“I'll kiss his lips full gently
Before they are quite cold, And she shall take that kiss from mine
Ere this moon waxes old.” “Father !” the pale lips murmur,
“Is mother with you here?” The answer to these welcome words
Was a sob and then a cheer!
The captain spoke at midnight,
When he saw the tossing sky, “ Alas! a woeful night is this,
And a woeful man am I.
“And glad for my true men ; But, alas for my little schooner,
She'll never sail agen!”
Now all you life-boat heroes,
Who reckon your lives so cheap, You banish tears from other homes, –
Make not your own to weep! You cannot die like lions,
For all you are so strong; While you are saving other lives,
God keep your own from wrong
With eyes full of love,
That sparkle and gleam,
That change like a dream ?
Think for a moment,
Look up to the sky;
Will answer the Why!
Of beauty unfurl'd-
Has fashioned the world!
GARDENING. I ALWAYS like to see children fond of a garden, and I think that most children do like to see plants grow. But I fancy that you will like them all the better if you know a little more about them. So I am going to try and tell you something about the different parts of a plant.
First, about the root, which you will say is turning things topsy-turvy. You would begin with the flower. But I had rather begin with the root, the most useful part of the plant. Indeed, I ought almost say, the needful part. The root is the life of the plant. Did you ever cut some flowers, and stick them into the ground ? If you ever did, do you remember how soon they died ? Although every