"Ah! Charlie, boy, you do not know
That under that small lid
A giant, powerful and strong,
Who pushes ships and trains along,
Is in the kettle hid."

"A real giant! Oh, mamma!

You must be in a dream."

"No dream, my child; the slave of man,
He does more work than horses can:
The giant's name is Steam.

“Giants of old were mighty men,
Who mighty deeds could do;
So, when one does the work of ten,
In digging mine or draining fen,
We call him giant too.

"And Steam has strength for works so vast,

You can no giant name,

In all the books, from first to last,
Which tell the story of the past,

That ever did the same.

"And you, my boy, will learn one day,
How that which moves the lid
Can with the ponderous piston play,
And make the fly-wheel spin away,
And work as it is bid."

MRS. HAWTREY.

BE KIND.

Be kind to thy father-for when thou wert
Who loved thee so fondly as he?

young,

He caught the first accents that fell from thy

tongue,

And join'd in thine innocent glee.

Be kind to thy father, for now he is old,

His locks intermingled with grey,

His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold :
Thy father is passing away.

Be kind to thy mother-for lo! on her brow,
May traces of sorrow be seen;

Oh, well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now,
For loving and kind hath she been.
Remember thy mother: for thee will she pray,
As long as God giveth her breath;

With accents of kindness, then, cheer her lone way,
E'en to the dark valley of death,

Be kind to thy brother—his heart will have dearth
If the smile of thy love be withdrawn:
The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth
If the dew of affection be gone.

Be kind to thy brother: wherever you are
The love of a brother shall be

An ornament purer and richer by far
Than pearls from the depth of the sea.

Be kind to thy sister—not many may know
The depths of true sisterly love!

The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below
The surface that sparkles above.

Thy kindness shall bring to thee many sweet hours,
And blessings thy pathway to crown;
Affection shall weave thee a garland of flowers,
More precious than wealth or renown.

JUVENILE MISCELLANY.

THE GOOD CHILDREN.

WEARY and faint the blind man came
Unto the cottage door-

He'd walk'd so far, his feet were lame,
And his dog could run no more.

The sun was shining bright and clear,
But he could not see the sun;

The rich ripe grapes were hanging near,
But he perceived not one.

Kind little Mary saw him come,

And so did John her brother;
And quick into the house they ran,
To tell their loving mother.

But soon the little girl appear'd
With a bowl of milk and bread,
And Rover's ears were both uprear'd,
When he heard her gentle tread.

He watch'd the bowl with wistful eye,
And plain as looks could speak,
He said his tongue was very dry,

And he had nought to eat.

Then John brought out some wholesome food,

He was a generous boy;

And in his heart it did him good

To see poor Rover's joy.

The blind old man was very glad
When his dog received his share;
Full fervently he bless'd the lad,
And thank'd kind Mary's care.

And as he rose up to depart,
He to the children said,

"May each preserve a loving heart,
When Age has bleach'd the head.

"And this shall be my daily prayer—
For I cannot, if I would,

Ask greater blessings for your share
Than the love of doing good."

THE ORPHAN BOY.

ALAS! I am an orphan boy,

With nought on earth to cheer my heart; No father's love, no mother's joy,

Nor kin nor kind to take my part.
My lodging is the cold, cold ground;
I eat the bread of charity;

And when the kiss of love goes round,
There is no kiss, alas! for me.

Yet once I had a father dear,

A mother too was wont to prize, With ready hand to wipe the tear,

If chanced a transient tear to rise; But cause of tears was rarely found,

For all my heart was youthful glee: And when the kiss of love went round,

How sweet a kiss there was for me!

But ah! there came a war, they say:
What is war I cannot tell;
But drums and fifes did sweetly play,
And loudly rang our village bell.
In truth, it was a pretty sound,

I thought, nor could I thence foresee
That when the kiss of love went round,

There soon should be no kiss for me.