The trite returns for kindness made, The shrine which mercy loves to rear The kind rebuke to erring ones, The help to penury given, The cup of water to the faint, SPEAK LESS OF EARTH THAN HEAVEN, LIGHT FOR ALL. [Cheerful and vigorous.] The peasant on the soil, That in earth and darkness lie; YON TOWERS COULD NEVER SOAR The workshop must be crowded, That the palace may be bright; The eyes of all earth's people Are cheered with one bright day; And let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, And fill the souls of men As the waters fill the sea. The man who turns the soil Need not be in spirit blind: On each worthy labour done, The thought that for his followers Enjoy the vision bright; Let the thought that comes from heaven, Ye men who hold the pen, RISE LIKE A BAND INSPIRED; And poets, let your lyrics WITH HOPE FOR MAN BE FIRED Till the earth become a temple, THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN. [Cheerful and vigorous.] "I AM A PEBBLE, AND YIELD TO NONE!" The pelting hail and drizzling rain Have tried to soften me long in vain ; That's gone from sight and under the sod! I am a Pebble, BUT WHO ART THOU, Rattling along from the restless bough?" The ACORN was shocked at this rude salute, This gravelly ball, the mundane sphere; But to give reproof of a nobler sort Than the angry look or the keen retort, Abased I will cover my head with dust, Whom time nor season, nor storm nor sun, Nor the gentler dew nor the grinding wheel, Has ever subdued or made to feel." And soon in the earth she sunk away From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay; But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak; And as it arose, and its branches spread, The PEBBLE looked up, and, wondering, said, "AH, MODEST ACORN! never to tell What was enclosed in her simple shellThat the pride of the forest was then shut up Within the space of her little cup! And meekly to sink in the darksome earth, TO PROVE THAT NOTHING COULD HIDE HER WORTH. AND, OH! how many will tread on me, To come and admire that beautiful tree, The PEBBLE could not its vow forget, And it lies there wrapped in silence yet. 125 KINDNESS. THE VALUE OF A GIFT. BY O. G. WARREN. [Earnest and cheerful.] "Tis not the VALUE of the gift, That Friendship's hand may tender; The simplest flower may be the gift, A bunch of violets, culled when first And fade while yet we hold them; From friend to friend, of kind regard, THAT NEVER SHALL BE BROKEN. These fragrant flowers which thou hast given, May, ere another morn shall rise, Before me fade and perish; Yet they are sweet,-their grateful SOUL SO LIVES THE MEMORY OF THE GIFT; "BEAR AND FORBEAR." [4 Dialogue for three boys.] John. Tom, you had better tell Ben Wildish to keep out of my way, for he'll be sorry for it if he does not. Tom. Why, John, what has Ben done to you ?-how cross you look: John. So would you look cross if he were to serve you as he did me. Edward. What's the matter, John Nash? John. Why, Ben has been knocking my cap over my face, and then ran off like a coward as he is; and I'll pay him for it the next time we meet. Edward. I don't think Ben Wildish is a coward. Tom. Nor I; he isn't a bit of a sneak. Edward. He's always kind to the little boys. Tom. That's because you get so ill-tempered. knocked your hat over your face in fun. John. Then why did he run away? He only Tom. Because he saw you were cross, and he didn't want to quarrel. John. He'll have to quarrel next time, then, for I'll give him a jolly good thrashing. Tom. Oh, John, you should try and take a joke from a schoolmate. John. I don't like such jokes. Tom. But it wasn't worse than your throwing little Harry Chambers's cap into the meadow where the cows are. John. Oh, that was fine fun. I knew the little ninny wouldn't have the pluck to jump over and get it. Tom. Then you did it on purpose to tease Harry? John. Oh, to be sure I did. Tom. And that's just why Ben played you a trick. John. He's no right to do it. What is it to him if I chose to have a game with a little chap? Tom. John, you called Ben a coward just now; don't you think it's acting more like a coward to tease a little boy that can't defend himself, than to play a trick with one your own size and age? John. He has nothing to do with that, no more have you, and I'll let him see he's not going to play his tricks upon me. Do you think I'm going to act like a coward? Edward. I don't see that it's acting like a coward not to resent a joke. John. Oh, I don't like such jokes. He wanted to spoil my straw hat; he saw that it was a new one, and he knows how particular my father is and how he tries to make us careful. Tom. If you show ill-temper to Ben, none of the boys will like it, for you know that he is a great favourite with us all. John. I can't see what there is in him to like. Tom. Well, he's kind to little boys, and he's very playful and good-tempered with us all. John. But he'd no business to knock my hat. |